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THE TWIG
April 28, 1945
Newspaper of Students, Meredith College
Member
Plssockited GoUe6iate Press
EDITORIAL STAFF
Betsy McMillan Editor
Fay Champion Managing Editor
Peggy Haywood Associate Editor
Doris Gene Bowman Associate Editor
Ruth Franklin Associate Editor
Mabel Summers Feature Editor
Emily Hine Photographic Editor
Elizabeth Davis Columnist
Grace Patton Art Editor
Betsy Jean Holt Music Editor
Ruth Martin Sports Editor
Reporters—Mary Martin, Jean Parker, Doris
Tulbert, Elizabeth Murray, Mary Alice
Turner, Ruth Hall, Jacque Landfear, Anne
Hood Hughes, Betty Bullock, Norma
Cartwright.
Typists—Isabel Dillon, Annie Wray Perkins,
Gerrie Dawkins Atkinson, Lillian Beaty,
Rita Piaz.
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 postofflce at Raleigh, N. C„ under Act of March
3, 1879. Published Semi-monthly during the months
of October, November, February, March, April and
May; monthly during the months of September,
December and January.
Subscription rate, $2.00 per year to students.
Alumnae membership associational fee $2.00, of
which $1.00 covers a year’s subscription.
Yours To Hold High . . .
Ring out the old staff, ring in the
new! With this issue of The Twig, we
of this year’s staff bid adieu to our pres
ent positions and hand over the torch
to the newly-chosen Twig staff which
is to edit the two May issues.
As we look back over the path
travelled we see more clearly both the
happy moments and the then-seemingly
unhappy ones we’ve experienced. Some
how, the difficulties of our anxious
times seem unimportant as compared
to the joys we’ve had working together
to make up Meredith’s newspaper staff.
As is always true of all projects, we
have had many dreams for the Twig—
some of which have been carried out,
some only half-way, and others not at
all. The statement that one should
never criticize anything until he or she
has experienced the conditions sur
rounding the project, has never been
brought out so clearly to us as now.
Plans we have made often have
seemed in the light of certain conditions
not to have been feasible to be carried
out—which fact is true of our hopes
which haven’t or only partly have been
realized. In fact, a much better Twig
would have been produced this year if
we had known at the beginning of our
career as much about the work as we
do now.
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By Lib Davis
“Finishing up” always carries with it
several rather mixed emotions, conflict
ing ideas, or whatever you’d like to call
them. It means the end of a job well-
done or otherwise, and the consequent
feeling of sadness or joy, reluctance or
relief at giving it up, regret (some
times?) over its incompleteness or un
worthiness, and always the looking
forward to something new to take its
place—something bigger, broader, bet
ter, to be built on top of the work just
done.
That’s the case with many of our
activities connected with the comple
tion of this one more semester of school.
We must look at three phases of the
job we’re doing, but we must be sure
that these three looks we take are ap
propriately different from each other to
accomplish what they are needed for.
First of all, there is the swift, yet re
vealing, glance over the “past” of our
work. We have to see what we have
done in order to know where we stand
now. We have to see quickly the faults
and inconsistencies that need to be cor
rected, and put them down as “musts”
to be taken care of before the final
end. Those few tests and assignments
we somehow forgot to make up, that
research for our term paper we had
meant to get behind us by this time,
those people we were to have seen be
fore a certain time, the little project
our committee was supposed to have
been working on—all these loose ends
we must find sometime somehow to
catch up and tie in with the finishing of
the job.
Then comes the investigation of the
startling reality of the present—the
summation of the exact state to which
our past has brought us, and the com
parison of the picture of what we have
actually accomplished with that of the
work we cut out for ourselves in the
first place. When we face ourselves
with the question, “Have we kept up
with the pace we set ourselves to?” we
can get a pretty accurate idea of the
kind of worker we are, and of whether
we can “take it” when we take this
next look into the future.
This is the long, steady and unflinch
ing survey (not merely a gaze at it, but
an intent examination) of what lies
ahead, and which is absolutely necessary
to the successful completion of whatever
it is, big or small, relatively important
or not, that we are trying to do. To
some of us, it’s a direct (though not
without difficulty), comparatively
smooth road to a goal that is easily with
in sight and reach — because we’ve
pulled through the hardest and most
undesirable part of the trip. Others of
us are almost overwhelmed by the im
mensity of the barriers we have to leap
before we reach that last smooth,
straight, final lap. For all of us, how
ever, whether the end of this next five
weeks’ period marks the end of a col
lege career or merely the completion of
one of the “milestones” in it, at least
this one goal is near enough, in point
of view of time, that we can locate it
clearly in the distance. The difference
lies in the routes we have to take to
reach it, and the question as to whether
we’re “man enough” to go all the -way.
We’ve determined our course by thir
teen weeks of “busy-ness” or play; we
have now before us the five weeks that
are left, to do with as we will. The
decision as to whether they will get
us where we’re going rests with our
determination to make them count for
the fullest and best achievement of the
purposes we made at the beginning.
“The road ahead is what we’ve made it,
Building on the best we’ve done.
Crooked, straight or hard — we’ve
laid it;
Ours the choice, if lost or won.”
April 1—Margaret Garner.
April 2—Helen Wallis, Mary Catherine
McIntyre.
April 4—Faye Buhr.
April 5—Joyce Wilson.
April 7—Jean Maddrey.
April 8—Dorothy Stell.
April 16—Martha Grey Murray.
April 17—Lois Edinger.
April 18—Julia Fleming.
April 19—Jean Olive.
April 20—Shirley Reva Hurwitz.
April 9—Jacqueline Witmer, Virginia
Campbell.
Uppermost in our dreams this year
has been to make The Twig a true
“newspaper of the students of Meredith
College,” as our slogan goes, thereby
raising the prestige of the paper. As
for aspirations we have possibly at
tained, we hope that they have helped
to make The Twig a more informative
and more pleasurable organ of news
for all of you students.
But all of our dreams we have realized
wouldn’t have been possible without the
splendid cooperation of every member
of the staff, and I, as editor, have been
grateful for such excellent work as the
group has rendered throughout the
year.
To Jewell and Martha, as editor and
business manager for the coming year,
and to their staffs, we wish to give the
best backing possible. With you, if you
should experience any hard bumps, we,
who have faced such too, sympathize
and would have you to continue your
work undismayed. We extend the best
of luck to you as you strive to carry
out your ambitions with regard to The
Twig, and we hope that, in addition, you
find it possible also to carry out the
plans we have failed to achieve. “To
you, we throw the torch; be yours to
hold it high.”
April 10—Etta Hooper.
April 11—Ruby Greene, Mary Vinson.
April 12—Virginia Goldston.
April 13—Mattie Rea Franklin.
April 14—Deleano Hall.
April 15—Rachel Strole, Mary Kathryn
Monteith, Zella Woody.
April 27—Anne Hood Hughes.
April 29—Geneva Witherspoon.
April 30—Carrie Rouse.
The Junior-Senior banquet last Satur
day night was quite a gala occasion.
The “Angel Farm” really turned co-ed
for the evening. And you know what!
I hear some girls saying that if they
had their way they would change the
name to M.W.O.M. (Men and Women
of Meredith).
Betsy Watson was “ex-courted” by a
handsome Lieutenant from the Army
Air Corps. They looked at the “birdies”
and “vice-verse”!
Ruby Green is whole heartedly in
favor of merging Meredith with N. C.
State as long as the ensigns are there.
Horty Liles’ date couldn’t get here
in time, but Horty looked so beautiful
she would have shown any man up—
with the exception of Lt. Max—Ho
Hum!!
Let’s drop back and see what the
sophomores and freshmen have been
doing. Yes, girls—Percy finally arrived
and Jean Griffith is the first girl in the
history of Meredith to “pole-vault the
water tank”!
Helen Wilkerson, Laura Stroupe, and
Ginny Campbell entertained some
mighty cute sailors in the parlor last
Sunday. I presume they were discuss
ing “post-war plans”?? Mad, doc?
“Bunny” has read another book! It
is “How To Win Friends and Influence
People.” It must have contained a
waffle recipe—just ask Dr. Harris!
Ann Oglesby went home this week
end, and William happened to be there.
What a STRANGE coincidence!
That’s all this time girls, but I’ll be
back.
Doubtfully yours,
Aunt Susie.
FILING BACK
February 15, 1924-
The Committee on Bonds for New
Meredith offers a Prize of value and
of future revelation, to the Meredith girl,
who writes the best “human interest”
story. ... It is a chance to do your best
for the cherished “New Meredith”!
October 24, 1929-
The official chaperones have recently
been appointed for this year. Each year
the faculty appoints six girls in whom
they place implicit trust to act as chape
rones on all the occasions for which
chaperonage is required.
October 31, 1931—
April 21—Hattie Ward, Hepsie Lane
Utley, Helen Bedon, Joyce Thomas.
April 22 — Gwendolyn Krahnke, Jay
Davis, Betty Davis, Pearl Grigg,
Marie Mason, Christine Kornegay.
The annual B.Y.P.U. party between
Wake Forest and Meredith was given
Saturday night and was declared to
have been one of the best socials ever
given at Meredith. The program car
ried out the idea of a track meet, and
the refreshments were even related to
the idea.
April 26—Vernona Rhue, Emily Knott,
Mary Pierce, Jacqueline Bussey.
October 16, 1943—
Pst! You’ll be hearing quite a bit
about her from now on. She’s the new
president of the freshman class and
she hails from Kinston, North Caro
lina. Yes, her name is Nancy Gates
and in high school, they tell us she was
secretary of the freshman and sopho
more classes. . . . And oh yes, she’s
slightly interested in Carolina.
SMILE TALK
I Love Geography Best
Maine is an island in Asia,
France is a river in Spain,
Cocoanuts go on a mountain of snow,
And crocodiles come from Chicago.
Switzerland is right on the coast.
Knowledge you see, fascinates me.
But I love geography most.
Silver is mined in a mill.
Grass is quite rare.
The equator is square.
Utah is east of Brazil,
Kansas is full of volcanos,
Deserts are carved with rain,
China is bordered by Norway.
I love geography,
I love geography.
With rapture the pages I turn,
I love geography,
I love geography,
Because it’s so easy to learn.
—Hayes Barton Seventh Grade.
Texas is south of Peru,
Persia is a sea,
And Vermont’s a tree,
I adore knowledge, don’t you?
It was during the Civil War. An
officer in the Union Army was talking
with an old soutnern Negro.
“Uncle,” he said, “you know, don’t
you, that this war between us and the
Rebs is largely on your account.”
“Yes, sah,” answered the old man.
“At least, that’s what I done heard ’em
say.”
“Well, you crave to have your free
dom, don’t you?” continued the north
ern officer.
“That I does!”
“Then why haven’t you joined the
Army yourself?”
The Negro scratched his head re
flectively. Then his eyes lit up as he
thought of an explanation.
“Boss,” he answered, “did you ever
see a couple of dogs fighting it out over
a bone?”
“Yes, many a time.”
“Well, was the bone fightin’?”
-Irvin S. Cobb.