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THE TWIG
May 23, 1947
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EDITORIAL STAFF
Margaret Moore Editor
Maxine Bissette Managing Editor
Barbara Shellsmith Associate Editor
Jean Bradley Associate Editor
Dortha Hennessee Associate Editor
Doris Lee Feature Editor
Christine Creech Photo Editor
Cindy Renner Columnist
Barbara Johnson Music Editor
Betty Jean Johnson Sports Editor
Reporters—Ella Mae Shirley, LaVerne
Harris, Mary Louise Milliken, Mary Lou
Dawkins, Doris Concha, Shirley Hurwitz,
Betty Moore, Emily Pool, Magdalene
Creech, Jane Lassiter.
Typists—Doris Concha, Margaret West
moreland, Becky Lynn, Elva Gresham.
business STAFF
Lillian Gaddy Business Manager
Jerry Miller .. Advertising Manager
Marie Kinlaw Circulation Manager
Members of Business Staff—M a r i a n n a
Worth Jane McDaniel, Marie Wilson.
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Thought for the day
“Never despair. But if you do, work
on in despair.”
Edmund Burke.
The End—Yet the Beginning
To the seniors, who leave our campus
as students in only a few days,~the Twig
staff dedicates this issue as a small
token of appreciation for the campus
leadership, companionship, and ideals
maintained by the class as a whole dur
ing their stay at Meredith.
The diplomas obtained on June 2
will signify the end of four years of
successful academic pursuit—four years
of class work, of the rush of campus
events and extracurricular activities,
of the close contact with hundreds of
students on a common mission, of the
instruction and wise counsel of the
faculty and administration.
Yet, for the class of ’47 it is really
the beginning. Each graduate gains a
new title—Alumna of Meredith College.
With that appelation goes distinction
and a permanent love in the heart of
each for her Alma Mater.
For the seniors, it is graduation to
new and higher responsibilities in the
world of today. It is inevitable that
the fate of each is determined in part
by the four years spent as students at
Meredith. To each graduate goes a wish
that June 2, 1947 will mark the real
beginning of new and better relation
ships in life founded on the individual’s
experience while at Meredith.
“That Superior Bracket”
It won’t be long now! A mere matter
of weeks and I’ll be qualified to enter
that superior bracket of wisdom—the
sophomore. But there’s a rather sad
thing about graduating from the classifi
cation of a freshman. You no longer
see the indulgent smile of the seniors
when you do something wrong—their
whispering by way of explanation for
your blunder (which they no doubt
have been guilty of countless numbers
of times) “she’s a freshman.” There’s a
musical ring to the word “sophomore,”
however, and it’s much more impres
sive. I wonder how many of you have
experienced the feeling I have so often
when you meet somebody new. “A high
school gal, huh?” Quite incensed, the
reply comes a little too casually to be
natural, “High School?” Hardly! I go
to Meredith,” A raise of an eyebrow,
“Really now? and what year are you
out there?” Like a puff of wind your
collegiate college girl expression is
gone. “A freshman,” you reply. “Just
a freshman.” Such a downfall of emo
tion I experienced only the other day.
I was sitting out in front of the school
licking my nickle ice cream cone, and
at the same time eyeing (disinterestedly,
you understand), the occupant of a sleek
convertible. I was close enough to hear
his remarks, but much to far away to be
seen, until suddenly I heard a long
drawn out whistle. Straightening, I
glanced up demurely only to see a sopho
more walking by. “Now there goes a
slick chick,” I heard him say. And then
he added, “Boy, that kid’s ice cream
looks good.” That was almost too much
to bear; but I continued licking my cone
very much like a cow licks her blocks
of salt, and said nothing—only dreamed
of the day to come when someone will
say, “Check that classy soph coming!”
LaVerne Harris.
4 Vote of ThanUs
To Dr. and Mrs. Harry E. Cooper,
we of the Twig staff wish to give a
special vote of thanks. For many years
Dr. Cooper has given willingly and
generously of his time and effort in
taking pictures of campus activities—
making possible through photography
an extensive record of Meredith events.
To Mrs. Cooper, who assists her
photographer husband, we extend an
equal measure of appreciation. In the
files of the News Bureau can be found
prints or negatives of hundreds of cam
pus events, and Mrs. Cooper is always
considerate and helpful in finding for
us just the picture we need most. With
out this vast collection of pictures,
made possible by the true interest of
Dr. and Mrs. Cooper, we should have
been unable to publish the feature sec
tion in this issue of the Twig.
We are sure that the administration
and many campus organizations wish
to join us in our appreciation for the
real service to the school that the
Cooper’s render in this field.
DOORMAN: (at fraternity meeting);
Who’s there?
VOICE: It is I
DOORMAN; No school teachers al
lowed.
Student 3iope
By SHIRLEY HURWITZ
“The Month of May is Comen”
That fro my bokes maketh me to
goon.
But it be seldom on the halyday.
Save, certainly, when that the month
of May is comen.
When that I hear the smale fouls
sing.
And that the flowers gynne for to
spring.
Farwel my stodye, as lasting that
season.
(with apologies to Chaucer)
True, May brings with it the prover
bial May-basket, but there’s another
kind of basket making its appearance
on our blossoming campus these days—
the picnic basket. Here, there, and
everywhere, everybody is getting “the
urge”—the urge to move out into the
wide open country and commune with
nature. The trees dare us to observe
their startling greens with a closer look,
and every wild flower holds a secret
delight that tempts the nostrils as no
“Tabu” or “Strawhat” ever could.
There are delightful picnic spots all
around the campus and in by-ways and
lanes. The picnics of the year were
officially begun by the Play-Day picnic
in the court. Dr. Johnson selected the
chimney for a lovely get-to-gether for
English students via hamburgers, etc.,
followed by the Granddaughter’s Club
picnic at the same place at a later date.
Other picnics of the various clubs in
clude that of the Education Club and
the Home Ec Club. Clubs are not the
only picnic-minded institutions, though,
for the Freshman and Sophomore classes
journeyed out to Crabtree Creek
and Allen’s Pond to play soft-ball and
dangle toes in the water. Horse-back
riding groups, it is rumored, are dashing
out to the stables a whole hour early
for class with brown paper-bag lunches
to carry on a trot (or will it be a canter.
Miss Boggess?) out to Boone’s Pond.
Hardly a week-end passes without plans
being made by certain groups of stu
dents, intent upon observing the beau
ties of the great open, (with dates, of
course and a lunch basket between
’em). So during the summer months
ahead, let’s all make a wish for rainless
weekends, and may every picnic day
be blessed by Old Sol! M.L.M.
Congrat’s Nell and Mary Evelyn!
Hope you have a wonderful summer in
Louisianna and Texas. And speaking of
Mary Evelyn, we understand toll-house
cookies are simply “too-too-yummy”—
mm—mm. How about a sample, Mary?
Love really brings out one’s “spir
itual” self—eh, Anna?
Ouch, these corns and bunions! That’s
what we “willing” (?) messengers get
as a reward for delivering those tender
pleas from Johnson Hall to the D. S.
Room. Really, Gwen, can’t you two
come to some sort of agreement? After
all, it is Spring!
Oh, these big-hearted girls! It’s al
ways “open-house” or “hospitality
week-end,” eh Janie?
’Tis true that the trip to Chester was
purely for business but, then again, it
did have its “lighter” moments, h-mm,
Margaret?
Yep, the Colony is certainly living
up to your word, Lillian. A bonus
should be in store for such faithful
campaigning!
Muscles flabby? Need slenderizing?
Then why not join the early group
(8 a.m.) that takes its daily dash (in
record-breaking time!) to make the
“you-know-what” as it rounds the cor
ner behind the city P.O.?—Ready girls?
Synchronize your watches . . . we’re off!!
Intending to build? Need a new lay
out for the home? Let talented Lily
and hubby, John, draw up the blue
prints! Oh these husband - and - wife-
teams, what won’t they try next?!
The Day Students have been pretty
well represented at the State dances
lately. Seen at the most recent affairs
were Doris ’n Jim, Dot and Alfred,
Ruth ’n Don, and we also caught a
glimpse of Anne, Gwen, Marie W., and
Lillian with their beaux of the evening.
“Driver, can you please tell me how
to get to Dix Hill?” Such was the query
asked “Sam” by the anxious Nell re
cently. She and her cohorts, Lily and
Doris, had to gain admittance (just for
the afternoon!) Alas, the entire class
was accepted!
Is there a mechanic in the house?
The Misses Gaddy and Lee contend
that the cars break down every time
at the most inopportune moments!
Tch, Tch, girls—why complain?
Stuff ’n Junk
HAVE YOU NOTICED: How friend
ly Mr. Dorset! is . . . how surprised
Miss Cunningham looks when her
marching classes accomplish that to
the rear march” together . . . what a
perfect model of good behavior Obra
Fitzgerald is . . . the beautiful floors
in the parlor . . . the gleam in Jean
Griffith’s eye . . . the tennis courts at
6:30 a.m. . . . how hungry you get that
last hateful period before lunch. . . .
Anne Josey’s “you are so right.” . . .
Goat’s good-looking man. . . .
JUST ONCE IN MY LIFE I’D LIKE
TO SEE: The Mardi Gras. . . . Joyce
Bandy without Bob ... an ugly boy
working in the Do-nut shop ... a Re
publican president. . . . Fran Thomp
son’s handsome Ken ... a State man
without a red sweater, ruler in his
pocket, or a book under his arm. . . .
Marilyn Whittaker with long, black
hair . . . mail in everyone’s box ... a
May Day when the sun shines. . . .
I HAVE FORGOTTEN ALREADY:
Christmas vacation . . . how to drive
... a rainy day in a jeep . . . my first
column . . . the days when the railroad
was on time . . . the thrill of a romance
. . . how a freshman feels her first week
at college . . . the days when you could
talk on the phone for half an hour. . . .
Sam Beard. . . .
I SHALL NEVER UNDERSTAND:
How second semester goes so fast . . .
why the sun deck is crowded . . . regis
tration . . . why reflections in a spoon
are wrong-side up . . . why Duz does
it . . . the difference between a game-
tophyte and a sporophyte . . . how Shir
ley Powell gets so tan . . . why we have
a Dell, but no mountain ... a Humph
rey, but no Bogart ... a Hall, but no
corridor ... a Poole, but no lake . . .
why, one can’t get an outside line. . . .
How I can run on forever like this. . . .
Cindy.
HE: When I sat down to play the piano,
they laughed.
SHE: Why?
HE: There was no piano stool there.
Let’s Go Back
Let’s pretend we’re moving back the
hands of time—how much? Why four
years, of course. It’s just to make a
nice article—really. Some of the seniors
interviewed gave us what they would
do if they could live their past four
years again.
Nancy Gates said first that she would
arrange to meet Angel Shields on her
very first day here ‘cause Angel is an
angel—no kidding! Then Nancy would
start majoring in primary education,
would sleep late in the mornings, yet
would not wait ’til the last minute to
get up her work. She said she would
arrange to participate in athletic and
religious activities to a greater extent.
The words “greater extent” reminded
her of food—which she wouldn’t eat
between meals and before bed.
Then a senior, who is so well known
that she need not be named (nice way
of keeping her identity a secret) said
that she would take vocational tests to
see what she was fitted for and then
plan for the future. Miss X would go
to Mount Holyoke her last two years
(wonder what that Yankee air has that
Raleigh doesn’t?) and she would spend
more time on her social life—making
sure to choose Duke men—not those
State Wolves.
Then Vicky Manty said that she
would have come to Meredith her fresh
man year so she could have enjoyed
knowing the wonderful people she’s
met here longer—and acquired more
of a Southern accent. She would have
attended more club meetings since she
thinks they add more interest to aca
demic life. Last of all Vicky would
have seen more of North Carolina while
here—she has yet to see the mountains,
Duke University, and the State College
Cafeteria!
When we saw Peggy Parker she said
with that “open the door” look in her
eye—“I’m satisfied.”
Then came the inspiration to see room
mates Doris Allen and Jean Wither
spoon. Doris and Jean agree that they
would room together if they could re
trace their college years. Doris said she
ANGRY CUSTOMER: (tossing a pack
age on the counter)
Makes washing a pleasure, does it?
Does the washing while you wait,
does it? It’s the little flakes of soap
that—
GROCER: Madam, one moment, please.
This is not soap.
ANGRY CUSTOMER: Not soap? Not
soap?
“No: Your daughter asked for a half
a pound of grated cheese and a half
a pound of soap flakes. This is the
cheese.”
“My stars! And last night, I made
a pudding.
MR. GREEN: Is it true that the wild
beasts in the jungle won’t hurt you
if you carry a torch?
PACIFIC VETERAN: It depends on
how fast you carry it.
Bachelor: Sometimes I yearn for the
peace and comfort of married life.
Married Friend: So do I.
would have had Ruth Martin for her
hairdresser all four years, would have
refused lots of blind dates, wouldn’t
change much—except . . . She would
have gone to Mt. Olive her freshman
year and met that Caro - ooh—that’s not
the way it’s spelled—cute is what we
want—that cute man! Jean seemed to
think that was a good suggestion—so
good that she would do almost the same
thing. She would have met Leo at
Wake Forest her freshman year. She
would have roomed on second floor
Faircloth, and—this is important—Jean
would be sure never to date a Pika—
especially the president of such!
Pat Rhue regrets not coming to Mere
dith her freshman year. She said that
she would have dated State boys more
and would not have dated just one boy.
Because she’s such an “eager beaver,”
Pat would have started taking sun
baths in February. However eager she
might be about getting a sun tan, this
li’l gal is deflnitely not so anxious to
work harder or get up earlier. In fact,
it shouldn t be done—not by a business
major.
Dot Maness made one revealing yet
startling statement. “If I had my time
to go over I’d live in one building
not two. I d rent a room in the music
building.”
Now you’ve seen what some of the
seniors would do if they could relive
their college days—Well, start thinking
—you might have your chance, too!
Shirley.