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Newspaper of Students, Meredith College
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EDITORIAL STAFF
Betsy McMillan Editor
Fay Champion Managing Editor
Virginia Maynard Associate Editor
Doris Gene Bowman Associate Editor
Dorothy Loftin Associate Editor
Mabel Summers Feature Editor
Emily Hine Photographic Editor
Elizabeth Davis Columnist
Grace Patton Cartoonist
Betsy Jean Holt Mtisic Editor
Ruth Martin Sports Editor
Reporters—Mary Martin, Peggy Haywood,
Jean Parker, Doris Tulbert, Elizabeth
Murray, Mary Alice Turner, Ruth Hall,
Jacque Landfear, Anne Hood Hughes,
Betty Bullock.
Typists—Isabel Dillon, Annie Wray Perkins,
Gerrie Dawkins Atkinson, Lillian Beaty.
BUSINESS STAFF
Jewell Eatman Business Manager
Florine Ledford Advertising Manager
Frances Watkins Circulation Manager
Alice Delbridge.... Ass’t Circulation Manager
Members of Business Staff—Jean Griffith,
Caroline Jones, Frances Wallace.
Entered as second-class matter October 11. 1923.
at postoffice at Raleigh. N. C.. under Act of March
3, 1879. Published Semi>month]y during the months
of October. November, February. March, April and
May; monthly during the months of September.
December and January.
Substance of Things
Hoped For
The prevalence of the Expansion
Program ideas enbodied in the Palio
and Stunt festivities of last week-end
indicates that Meredith students, in
spite of the “merger” damper on school
activities, still look forward to the “sub
stance of things hoped for”—a bigger
and better future Meredith College.
Juniors at Palio represented money bags
and carried future Meredith buildings;
Sophomores upheld that their Alma
Mater was still the “Queen of Our
Hearts”; Freshmen by their large num
bers, indicative of what coming years
have in store for our school, represented
the old woman who “had so many chil
dren she didn’t know what to do”; and
finally, Seniors in their winning stunt
came forth with their “treasure” of
Meredith expansion plans—all the sub
stance of things hoped for. The ap
plause that arose when these plans were
unfolded is representative of Meredith
feeling toward the proposed merger and
can be summed up in the words of Dr.
Helen Price, who at Palio last week-end,
said, “I hope we have many, many more
Palios right here in this same spot!”
Duplicate Copies in Library
Not many Meredith students have
gone to the reserve shelves in the library
and not been able to finish their studies
because of lack of enough copies of the
books which they needed. This is be
cause our library abounds in duplicate
copies. In the history alcove alone there
is an average of 15 duplicate copies of
certain books—an average of approxi
mately one copy to each student in a
particular history class. Other reserve
shelves also boast of several copies of
certain books. All this has made it pos
sible for classes to turn away from the
traditional study of one book and to
branch out to study, as their texts, a
widening number of books, thus becom
ing acquainted not only with one author
and his opinions but with numerous
authors in the field. In such a way do
we have a more complete education.
Thoughts of the Times
Last Tuesday, November 7, was an
American citizen’s day and at that time
many Meredith students exercised their
right of franchise for the first time,’
being then free and 21 years of age.
How well this privilege of voting was
used depended on each individual as she
weighed the soundness of both sides of
the political question to come to her
final decision. Did you who voted use
this privilege to the best of your talents
and ability?
How many Meredith girls sported red
feathers last week as an indication that
they were upholding the cause of the
United War Fund? Not many did at
first, it is true, but a realization of what
the organization stood for caused many
to rally forth and add their contribu
tions to the cause.
THE
BooA
Travelers Rest. By Margaret S. Dickin-.
son. Boston. Christaper Publishing
House. 148 pages. $2.00.
The essays that make up this little
book are unusual in their origin, being
spoken by a house, Travelers Rest. With
a proud possessive air, the house speaks
of its various occupants through essays
that play on every phase of life—work,
honesty, education, children, social life,
charity, courage, religion, and the home.
Through the spacious frame structure,
the author makes clear her faith in the
permanence of the basic fundamentals
of human nature, and her own philoso
phy of life is clearly outlined throughout
the book. Doubtless, there will be many
that will disagree with her opinions,
but there will be an even greater num
ber who will find themselves facing
certain facts with a guilty conscience.
Travelers Rest is a quotable book,
simple and direct, but it would be much
more readable if the author had
mastered some of the most essential
principles of the English language.
Hilda Wilson.
The Unashamed Accompanist. By
Gerald Moore. New York. The Mac
millan Company. 84 pages. $1.50.
This book is truly an inspiration in
the field of accompanying. It is pri
marily addressed to anyone who may
be tempted to make accompanying a
career, but any musically inclined reader
will find it extremely interesting. The
main purpose of the book is to produce
a greater appreciation of the accompa
nist and to give a wider conception of his
work. The book abounds in wise advice
and might well become the accom
panist’s “Bible.”
Gerald Moore, the author, is a profes
sional pianist and was born in England
in 1899. He has toured the United
States and Canada on several occasions.
He made Toronto, Canada, his residence
for several years and, in that way, he
knows Canada and the U. S. rather
well. London has been his headquarters
for the past 20 years and he has toured
all of Europe. He has accompanied
scores of famous artists. Mr. Moore’s
time is fully occupied by concert work,
radio work, recording, and lecturing, and
he is considered by many to be one of
the world’s greatest accompanists.
This is truly a book of great value to
accompanists. It discusses all important
phases of the art from the first practice
to the final performance. It is a delight
ful book which will make any accom
panist proud of his calling.
Betsy Jean Holt.
DAFFY-NITIONS
Wolf: A member of the male species
who devotes the best leers of his life
to women.
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Cactus: Geranium with bayonets.
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Barracks: A crap game with a roof.
« X Xc »
Instinct: That which tells a girl
whether to take her roller skates or
not when she goes to ride.
SHE SNOOPS
Ah-ha! At last that day is here again.
“That day?” you say. Well—the day
that marks the end of happy days for
unattached men. For once again Sadie
Hawkins Day is here, and the girls who
haven’t been bold enough to take ad
vantage of leap year find their courage
rising and their hopes reaching almost
unobtainable heights as the Sadie
Hawkins Day Race draws near.
Of course, some of the last year’s
“Available Joneses” are no longer in
circulation. “Daisy Mae” McMillan has
taken one Ed. T. off the list—got his fra
ternity pin in fact!
Myra Miller seems “to have the situa
tion well in hand,” the situation being
a certain Marine named Sam—marrying
Sam maybe—well, it’s not a bad idea,
is it Myra?
Fay Champion seems to have Hairless
Joe—well,’ Joe anyway—writing some
sweet letters from Paris.
They say “love makes the world go
’round”—maybe that’s why Bobby
Owen is acting so dizzy lately. But she
can depend on a certain little Med
student at Duke for any medical treat
ment she needs.
Duke doesn’t mean a college to Vir
ginia Whitaker. It means a certain
young man whom she eliminated from
TWIG
SUPS OF THE UPS
“. . . and don’t sit for hours on
end. . .
Advice.
“Hi Jean.”
Healthy-minded individual.
“What else did she say to look up
besides romance? I have romance,
romance."
Anyone recognize it?
“. . . take a ladder. . . -
By some teacher the day after
Hallowe’en . . . ??
“. . . and she said that we were not
to eat between meals. But I don’t eat
between meals anyway ... I STUDY!”
Tsk, tsk . . , someone’s working too
hard.
This apple is awful . . . tastes like
poison!”
7?
“My father was Scotch; my mother
was Bourban; and I’m just a little high
ball.” ^
Student teacher problem.
“I always thought that Palio was a
disease.”
A Freshman, of course.
“And woe to the girl that has as her
theme song ‘I had a man’.”
More advice.
And here are some words from the
wise that happened along one day:
Once wantum.
No gettum;
Once gettum
No wantum.
COMPLAINTS
I want to be where you is,.
Instead of where I be.
Cause I are where you is not.
And it ain’t the place for me!
I used to think the world was just,
But now I think it isn’t . . .
For you has gone where I is not.
And left me where you isn’t.
If ever we get together,
I hope we never part.
For if we does, I know, my dear.
That it will break my heart!
Contented in this world of ours.
And yet there’s one complaint. . .
You has gone where I is not,
And left me where you ain’t!!
TO CONQUER
the Sadie Hawkins Day Race—he’s from
Louisiana, isn’t he?
“Moonbeam” Sprinkle is hot on the
trail of Martin—aren’t you Faye?
Irene Frye says she’ll be right on the
starting line when the gun goes off. I
don’t know who she’ll be chasing, but
I’ll bet she catches someone.
Several of the girls have been prac
ticing running for weeks. Marilyn
Spiers has worn out two pairs of track
shoes, it’s rumored, and Evelyn
Straughan has nearly ran herself to
death.
Emily Olive is wearing Captain’s bars.
Is the race over for you, Emily?
Dot Bruton, who was that good look
ing Lil’ Abner who came to see you last
week-end? And you are chasing
“Walter, Walter, Lead Me To the
Altar”! These women that chase two
men in this time of man shortage.
Well, I think I’ll hang my close on this
line. Wish I could report more
thoroughly on Meredith-Patch (well,
what’s the difference in that and Dog-
Patch? We have lots of dogs here).
I’ve gotta go practice running a little—
Sadie Hawkins Day, ya know. So—this
is ye olde reporter, Droopy Snoopy
signing off ’till next time. This is the
end, as any fool can plainly see! See?
November 10, 1944
By Elizabeth Davis
, I By invitation of columnist Lib Davis,
the column this week is written by
Jimmy Wallace, columnist and circula
tion manager of the Tar Heel, University
of North Carolina.]
“LISTEN STUDENTS”
By Jimmy Wallace
Mergers are as characteristic of
America as the corner drug store. For
purposes of education, however, the
merger is by far the more dangerous,
because, inherently, it necessitates a loss
or a change of identity. When such a
mechanical process is applied to educa
tion, it fails, because education, per se,
cannot be so manipulated.
Many ramifications have developed
out of the recent discussions concerning
the merger of Meredith and Wake For
est. The principal side issue has been
the desirability of a co-educational in
stitution.
The real issue, however, lies in the
general principal of mergers. Even
if a merger were advantageous in this
particular situation, as a matter of prin
ciple it would still be a step in the wrong
direction. The proposed merger is
merely the reflection of a general trend
which has become quite pronounced in
America during the last 50 years. Per
haps a cursory examination might yield
some unexpected results.
Note: American Tobacco, R. J. Rey
nolds, Liggett and Myers, Alcoa, West-
inghouse. General Motors, Du Pont,
Ford, United States Steel, American
Telephone and Telegraph, and Stand
ard Oil. These are just a few. With
the coming of modern industrial
methods came “big business,” absorp
tion, and expansion. And what has
happened to the “little businessman?”
He has disappeared. He has become
amalgamated into the “efficient” and
expanding colossi known as big busi
ness.
But what connection, if any, does all
this drivel have with education and the
proposed merger? The answer now be
comes apparent. America is trying to
commercialize its educational program
as well as its productive program. Pro
duction may obviously be increased by
specialization; ergo the giant corpora
tions. But, that is where the parallel
ceases. It is entirely conceivable that
an automobile may be constructed in an
assembly line. Each of dozens of work
ers may perform some small operation
on the product as it slowly moves by;
and, presto, when you push the third
valve down, out comes a Chevrolet with
white sidewalls and a “C” card.
Fortunately, most teachers are not
the automatons who work on assembly
lines, and, equally as fortunately, most
students do not resemble (either
mentally or physically) the interior of
a 16-cylinder engine. In other words,
education deals primarily with persons
(except in some schools with excellent
football records) and therefore it must
be a personalized process. A small
school, if it possesses a ,good faculty, is
conducive to such an education. Stu
dents attending such schools as New
York University and the University of
Southern California receive about as
much attention as the British give to
the people of India.
Good education demands an unfet
tered mind WITH which to think, but
a mind situated upon a firm foundation
FROM which to think. The student will
have to do the best he (or she) can
with the former, but the college must
provide the greater part of the latter.
That is where tradition comes in. Un
doubtedly, every brick now compris
ing Meredith College could be moved
to Wake Forest, but there are no moving
vans in existence which are equipped
to transport intangibles. In fact, tradi
tion is neither transportable nor trans
ferable. One school in this state tried
a transfer, but it failed.
All the people who are sincerely in
terested In education hope that the day
will soon come when politicians and
athletic managers will stay in their own
bailiwicks. Those bailiwicks are not in
cluded in a respectable academic pro
gram.
Meredith should stick by her guns,
and, if necessary, be as demonic as some
of the deacons.
Author’s note: I consider it a rare
privilege to write this column for The
Twig. It is my hope that I have not
abused your indulgence.—J. W.