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Entered as secoad'claes matter October 11. 192S, at
postolBce at Raleigh, N. C., under Act o{ Mar«h 8,
1879.
“Best of Luck Always”
In leas than two weeks, many Meredith girls will be
finishing the college episodes of tlieir lives and will
be going out into the world to seek their fortunes.
It is needless to say that great opportunities lie ahead
for college women both duriug war time in taking
places of fighting men, and in the post-war world in
helping to build a better world spiritually and
physically. It is women like Meredith College gradu
ates who will be better able to perform duties because
they have come from a school which has fostered in
them culture, religion, tact, friendliness, and countless
other needed characteristics. They've done a good job
hero at Meredith—which is truly indicative of what
they will do in later life—thus deserving a “best of
luck always” wish for them in their future under
takings.
Student Government
(En. note: We print here a copy of the speech
made by Marly Jeffries, incoming Student Gov
ernment president.)
Little did I think when I sat in chapel listening to
Addie Davis, then to Carolyn Duke, and this year to
Gloria, that I’d be here today, addressing you as your
Student Govennnent president. When I think how
rapidly time has passed, a frightening sensation comes
and it’s a little difficult to face the reality that time
brings.
Even though “the old order changeth, yielding place
to the new,” we can hardly accept the new without
giving thought to what has preceded us.
Student Government here at Meredith is progress
ing. Although the going is at times rough and slow,
we are definitely making progress. Perhaps the change
is so gi-adual that most of us fail to recognize the
difference, but when an old handbook is compared
with our present one, a great change can be observed.
A still better standard of measurement is the stu
dent body, which, after all, comprises the government
association at Meredith. When each of us, as a
student and fellow citizen, accepts her full responsi
bility and realizes that living in a community with
three or four hundred other persons presents a true
challenge to everything in her which is right and good
and worthy, then we won’t even talk about what
student government is and should be, We’ll Know!
Everything is a matter of character, even the most
trivial things, the i)ctty rules which seem so difficult
to understand. Eenlizing, of course, that every com
munity must have some rules by M’hich it is governed,
I think that it is not asking too much to abide by
the seemingly unimportant in search of the ideal.
Anything that is worth having at all is certainly worth
striving for.
The councils which you see before you today are
Meredith girls — freshmen, sophomores, juniors,
seniors—representatives whom you have chosen to act
as your executive committee. Wo are not a penal body
that meets once a week to pass judgment; we are your
council and the council is for you and your protection.
Please know that wo want you to come and visit
our meetings whenever you wish—I feel sure that you
would understand the links in our student government
chain more clearly if you would come.
Primarily Ave consider three things; the girl, the
student body, and the school. Of course we’re too
young and lack the experience necessary to make
us infallible, but we try to be as fair and honest about
things as we know how to.
Gloria has been a splendid president; not even mar
riage has upset her equilibrium and keen sense of
values. She and her council have given to all of ns
and to Meredith more stepping stones to real self-
By LIB DAVIS
Maybe it’s bccause it’s spring. Maybe it’s because
the month of weddings is so near at hand. Or perhaps
it’s just the way we’re built. Anyway, because we
like them (in occasional doses), we dedicate these lines
to — you.
All the world I’ve sorted out
Into classes—two—^
Folks that I can do without—
And you.
Selected.
Falling in luv is like falling down stairs.
We never kan tell exactly how the thing waz did.
Josh Billinos.
Absence of love aflfects the same
As winds opposed to fire—
Extinguishes a feeble flame
And blows a great one higher.
Anne Finch.
Your letters help a little bit—
Each page is full of charms.
But, darling, that’s not quite enough,
’Cause letters don’t have arms.
—Selected.
THE GRAMMAR OF A KISS
A kiss is always a pronoun because it stands for
“it.” It is masculine and feminine gender mixed;
therefore, common. It is a conjunction because it
connects. It is singular bccausc there is nothing else
like it. It usually is in apposition with a caress—or
at any rate, one is sure to follow. It is a preposition
because it governs the objective case. However, it is
not an adjective, because it cannot be compared; but
it is a phrase that expresses strong feeling.
Kissing a girl is like opening a jar of olives. The
first one is always the hardest. After that—
—Selected.
YOUNG LOVE
Within my bed the whole night through,
I turn and turn—and think of you;
And wonder, when we met today
If you said what you meant to say;
And what you thought I thought you meant.
And were you sorry ■n'hen I went;
And did you get my meaning when—
And then the whole thing through again!
I ouly hope that somewhere you
Are sleeping very badly, too.
T. Gakrison.
“Well, of all the nerve,” she said, as she slapped
his face. “Don’t ever try to kiss me again.”
“All right,” he replied meekly. “If that’s the way
you feel about it, get off my lap.”
To you I am only part of a crowd.
To me, you are all of it.
—Selected.
My longest jouraey anywhere,
In water, earth, or sky.
Was from closed door to empty chair
The night you said goodbye.
—Selected.
Jones was sitting -with his wife behind a palm on a
hotel veranda, late one night, when a young man and
a girl came and sat down on a bench near them. The
young man began to tell the girl how pretty and lov
able he thought she was.
Hidden behind the palm, Mrs. Jones whispered to
her husband, “Ob, John, he doesn’t know we’re
here, and he’s going to propose. Whistle to Avarn
him.”
“What for?” said Jones. “Nobody whistled to
^varn me i
—Exchange.
“Well, I got the license today.”
“OH, GEORGE!”
“I mean my ]>ilot’s license.”
“Oh, George.”
Cartoon fr|r Ora«» Patton,
Campus Chatter
MOOLIGHT DREAMING
Late last night in the soft whisperings of the wind
1 could hear your voice saying things I love to hear
you say. Though you are far away, you seemed so near.
As springtime comes, I gather in a few memories and
dream of the day when we shall be together again—
the two of us—the day when we will make all our plans
and dreams come true. Until that day I’ll be waiting
for you—and you alone. —Kathlken Wooten.
—The Columns, Louisburg Colege.
student government. We have reached a higher level
from which we can step to those heights, yet imknown.
I realize the responsibility and confidence which
you have placed in me and I hope, that with your
help and cooperation, I can live up to your ti'ust.
I’m happy to welcome the new council to its duties
and my hope and prayer is, that through our experience
with Student Government next year, wo shall find real
happiness and a deeper meaning of Meredith College.
This business of being a reporter
will be the death of me yet! And
I thought my sins had really caught
up with me two nights before May
Day. Here I was sneaking around
through the halls having the time
of my young life gathering up all
the stray bits of gossip floating
around, peeking through key-holes
—as you know is characteristic of
all good gossip reporters — when
suddenly I caught a big whiff of
something burning. Before I knew
what was happening there were peo
ple racing from their rooms in hair-
curlers, pajamas, and down the
stairs to the outside. After I gath
ered my own scattered wits enough
to fight my way through the smoke,
described by a survivor the next
day as “knee deep,” I realized that
Meredith was on fire! Of all the
exciting times — four fire trucks,
and most of State College here at
Meredith in the dead of tlie night.
Some girl ran all the way back up
to third floor for some money she
remembered having in her purse,
took the money out, replaced the
purse and ran back down. I’ve been
wondering — State College or the
fire!! Seriously though, hero’s what
one of the local papers said about
the way in which the Meredith
girls conducted themselves during
the fire. We’re mighty proud of this
tribute:
WELL TRAINED
Students at Meredith College
early yesterday morning had a
chance to prove that their fire
drill and air-raid training had
been successful.
When the fire alarm sounded
at 12:20 a.m., after smoke be
gan billowing out of Jones
Building, the students quietly
filed out on the grounds. Sev
eral trucks from the fire depart
ment responded to the alarm,
and firemen discovered that the
smoke was coming from an elec
tric motor in the elevator,
■which had stuck. There was no
blaze.
Members of the fire depart
ment yesterday commented on
the fine way the girls conduct
ed themselves during the alarm.
“They appeared to be well
trained,” Chief W. R. Butts
stated.
Anyway, I remember lots of
things I discovered before all the
excitement broke out. For instance,
did you know that Viola Hoyle
had resorted to writing books dm*-
ing her pastime? They aren’t for
1 publication, however; you can ask
her why. She writes some every
night until there is so much that
she has to send it in a hox to
“Bolo.”
Of interest on the campus is the
announcement of the engagement of
Miss Pauline Baise, secretary to
the bursar. Her engagement was an
nounced at a party given at “The
Hut” on last Saturday afternoon,
the party being given by Miss Lat-
tie Rhodes. Incidentally, Miss Baise
is the twenty-ninth faculty or staff
member to leave the college and get
married since Miss Rhodes has been
here.
Did all of you see Miss Donley
sporting that orchid around? And
Etra Page also was wearing a
“Mother’s Day” corsage, which al
though we’re sure it wasn’t sent for
that purpose, happened to be sent
out on that day.
Looking through a key-hole on
Jones Hall before that fateful night,
I saw Lib McNeill making plans to
go to see Dick the other week-end.
And through another I saw Sue Mc-
Neely dreaming of the week-end
when Eddie was to come.
Gracing the dance floor at the
Spring Finals at State College last
A\’eek-end were Eileen Hoggard and
Minnie Lou Gower, and also one
of our favored faculty members,
namely, Miss Warnick.
We’re awfully soriy to hear about
Cat Powell being in the hospital,
but all of our best wishes are with
her. One who has just returned from
au appendectomy is Flossie Ledfoi'd,
and we were reminded the other day
that no mention has ever been made
in this column about that well-
known couple together—Flossie and
Howard.
Overseen the other day was J.
Williams making wedding plans. It
certainly is wonderful to dream about
it, isn’t it?
Lib Moore, who incidentally had
a mighty wonderful time in Rich
mond the other week-end, is looking
forward to this summer when she
will be au official at a summer camp.
And now that summer and jobs have
come into the conversation, we are
mighty glad to hear that Judy Bry-
and and Minnie Lou Gower will be
working at Carolina Power and
Light Company this summer.
On the last page of my snooping
notebook I find this item — About
the—“oh so wonderful, sigh,” pic
ture of Frankie Sinatra which was
proudly given as a birthday present
to one of our Stringfiolders. So,
watch out for ye olde snooper, be
cause you never can tell—I might
snoop you down oven in the summer.