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THE TWIG
January 16, 1948
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THOUGHT FOR THE DAY
Do not dare to live without some clear
intention toward which your living shall
he bent. Mean to be something with all
your might. Phillip. Brooks.
As Much As Your
Heart Tells You
As the MARCH OF DIMES campaign
opens on the campus, each of us should
stop to think just what the drive is for
and what it should mean to us.
There are many worthy organizations
which appeal for contributions. None is
more worthy or profitable or closely
connected with the democratic princi
ples of Christian living than is the or
ganization called the National Founda
tion for Infantile Paralysis. The organi
zation was not founded on mere pity or
a purely emotional basis. It was found
ed by one who had been a victim of the
disease, but who rose above his suffer
ing and handicaps to become one of the
country’s greatest presidents and lead
ers in humanitarian movements. Presi
dent Franklin Roosevelt, through his
wholehearted interest and support in the
campaign, made possible a means
whereby each person can experience in
a small way the joy that he received in
helping those who suffered as he did.
There are none of us who have en
tirely escaped the influence of the dis
ease. Some have been affected direct
ly; others have seen members of their
family and friends left crippled. We at
Meredith should have a sense of per
sonal responsibility in making this drive
an inevitable success. We have wit
nessed here the undaunted spirit and
promise of those victims of infantile
paralysis who have been a real part of
our campus life. In a recent year one
such student graduated with the high
est honors in her class. That others, too,
might grasp something of that spirit in
spite of their handicaps, the organization
was founded, and the opportunity for
contribution is given.
The question may be asked, “How
much should I give?” The answer should
be, “As little as a dime-—as much as
your heart tells you!”
Student Forum
When the editor and her staff accept-
'ed last spring the responsibility of pub
lishing for the Meredith students a pa
per, worthy of those who assigned that
taslt to us, wfe began our work by set-
tlfig forth in the first issue, on May 9,
1947,, the general aims and the edito
rial, jiolicy to be followed in so far as
possible during this school year.
It, hOiight be well to restate and em
phasize at this time one important part
of that policy—that concerning student
forum. Letters to the editor are not only
accepted for consideration, but are wel
comed and urged. A general policy of
the Twig is “To voice truly student opin
ion.” Only through the cooperation of
those who are willing to give thought
ful and intelligent consideration to cur
rent campus affairs and to express their
opinions for publication may this goal
be real'zed.
It is by no means the purpose of the
Twig merely to offer an opportunity
for a wholesale, public display of any
grievance that may come the way of an
individual student. Nor is it the policy
to publish letters of criticism, unless
those letters are just and constructive.
It is the duty of the editor and her staff
to judge the fairness and possible effec
tiveness of letters submitted for publi
cation regardless of their own personal
opinions.
There will be those of you who dis
agree with what is published. It is your
privilege and duty to write a letter of
reply, expressing clearly your own view
point rather than maliciously criticiz
ing the author of a certain letter or the
Twig itself. For a well-rounded picture
of the siuation, we need your ideas,
too.
The Twig is not the paper of the staff,
but of the college as a whole. Make it
yours by support in interest and in con
tribution.
For your convenience, a box has
been placed in the publications office,
3 Jones, for editorial, feature, and news
material. All articles thus submitted
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or without signatures provided the iden
tity of the author is known by the editor.
SPLINTERS FROM THE TWIG
Editor’s Note: Some ingenious mem
ber o/ the I WIG stajf of 1933 devised
the fcllowing para’ hrases:
As f.i,eredith inclines so is the Twig
bent.
It’s an ill wind that blows from the
chemistry building.
A book in the hand is worth two in
the library.
A dumb biology student gathers no
moss.
“Early to bed and early to rise,” a
new Meredith student cries.
Spoiled things come to him who waits.
Make hey-hey while the moon shines.
Meredith keeps a dear school, but
fools will learn in no other.
A little neglect may breed mischief;
for want of an hour’s study an A was
lost; for want of an half-hour of study
a B was lost; and for want of any study
the student was lost.
Never leave going to town if you can
go today.
In class one would pay very dear for
a whistle.
Council members have big ears.
A word to most wives can never be
brought in.
Constant chatter wears away many an
evening in the parlor.
Drive thy car. Let not a back seat
driver drive thee.
I’d walk a mile for a camel but I sho’
wculd rather have a car.
Look before leap year!
Classes cut may not be mended.
A hard beginning makes you miser
able until the ending.
One head is better than none.
Halitosis is better than no breath at
all.
Freshmen can’t be choosers.
New brooms sweep clean, but your
room won’t get clean without any at all.
This hitteth not the iron nail on the
head, it hit my thumb nail instead.
Brooks run on forever and I’m not a
brook.
Everybody’s Doin’ It
By Doris Lee
Maybe its the after effect of the holi
day season, but everybody’s doing it.
Doing what? Well, for one thing every
body, or just about everybody is get
ting married. E. J. Andrews and Jean
Maddrey took the plunge during our all-
too-short Christmas vacation. Anna
Hungerford has the date set for Febru
ary 7, and the student body is cordially
invited.
Everybody is writing term papers.
Whether the subject is on the Eliza
bethan theater or art in the nineteenth
century, the note cards, outlines, wor
ried looks, and ink stains are still there.
And everybody has that morning-after
look in the mmrning after a laborious
night spent in the hurried, last minute
writing or copying of that blessed term
paper. People never will learn to write
papers ahead of time, so they must rely
on the sustaining power of the ninth
hour rush: black coffee and the conso
lation that it can’t last forever. Every
body is wearing a diamond; everybody,
that is, except the members of the Lit
tle Hopeful Club who haven’t got
around to it yet. A new engagement
ring is now an everyday occurrence
around here. It is getting so a girl isn’t
safe without her dark glasses.
Everybody is worrying about exams.
This is the time of year that makes kin
dred souls of us all; movies and boy
friends and dances are forgotten mo
mentarily; husbands and parents are
neglected in the pursuit of knowledge
for at least two weeks. Every conversa
tion always contains at least one line
that goes like this: “I’ve just got to make
a good grade on that exam!”
And everybody is planning a big post
examination week-end before the begin
ning of second semester. It’s like taking
a deep breath between falling out of the
frying pan and landing in the fire. Then
it starts all over again; but it happens
to everybody—why worry?
SPOTLIGHTING
A DAY STUDENT
By Shirley Hurwitz
Generally speaking, the day student
quarters constantly emits sounds of
activity and ceaseless chatter; however,
some of us day students possess more
“retiring” natures! A modest member
of our set is Frances Durham Moore,
a quiet and efficient student, who
manages to get a great deal of work
done while the rest of us are rather
busy—talking!
Frances is an English major. (Per
haps this fact accounts for her studi
ousness! ) Her related field is history.
When asked about this combination
of subjects, Frances smilingly replied,
“I am planning to teach them both
after I graduate from Meredith. I also
want to do graduate work in English—
sometime.”
This earnest junior is now secretary-
treasurer of the Colton English Club.
This is another combination that keeps
her quite busy!
Although school and studies take up
a great deal of her time, Frances still
finds free moments for outside activi
ties, such as reading (just for pleas
ure! ), playing the piano (“or trying to,”
says Frances)., and eating just any
thing—but, especially chocolate.
Frances also likes pretty clothes and
the color lavendar. (Note her favor
ite sweater and her skirt.) She loves to
watch baseball games and, believe it
or not, does not mind rainy days at
all!!
Let’s talk about rings—what rings?
Why all these beautiful diamond en
gagement rings! We have seen quite a
few since the holidays. And from lis
tening to the conversations about it all,
the girls who have them are very happy
(they don’t even seen to mind the
thoughts of coming exams!) A few of
the girls knew that they were getting
their rings when they went home, but
some of the others were very pleasantly
surprised. These rings—some solitaires
and some with several stones—are the
loveliest we’ve seen and the girls who
wear them are proud of them with good
reason (just take a look at some of them
—you’ll see!) In case you don’t know
all the girls who got their rings during
J
A
N
E
APOLOGY ’
In Memory of Elmer, the rat
Who Lived in 204 Jones
Dearest Elmer,
This is a letter of apology. I have been
so mean to you all year that I want to
talk to you now, wherever you are.
To begin with. I’m sorry I threw that
shoe at you the other morning, but 5:30
a.m. is just a trifle early for you to start
your noisy little investigations. And I
want to take back all those harsh names
I called you. Your ears weren’t floppy,
and I didn’t mean to call you a rodent.
Elmer, you weren’t really a rodent. To
tell the truth, you were one of my very
best friends, for who else would get up
in the cold, gray dawn with me to help
write my term paper? You were so cute.
. . . But why did you insist on hiding
my note cards? And was it necessary to
look at me so hard and squeak every
time I yawned?
But, Elmer, I shouldn’t be complain
ing after all the fun we’ve had together.
Remember the day you hid in my closet,
and when I opened the door you jumped
out and all but said “Boo!” to me? And
how I had to beg my roommate for half
an hour to come down off the dresser.
I’m so sorry, Elmer, but she just didn’t
like you at all. I’ve tried to tell her what
a wonderful little friend you were, and
how helpful you could be, but she still
shrieks at the thought of you.
But now you’re gone, and I miss you
so. Just think. I’ll have to face life with
out ever ever having you answer that
one great question in my mind!
Why there can be a mouse in the house,
But no mice in the hice ...
So long, Elmer. I’ll never forget you.
Jane.
Exchangin’ Aroun’
Get out from behind that post! In the
Daily Tar Heel the story is told of a
student in college never to be forgotten
by the author. He went in class one
morning with lessons unprepared. He
had spent the night before in social ac
tivity. There was a post in the class
room in front of his seat. Feeling guilty,
he tried to hide behind it. The professor
noticed it, singled him out by saying,
“Come out, Mr You’ll never
make your mark behind a post.—Which
leaves us with a worthwile thought.
They say in the Chanticleer from
Averett College that in a discussion by
veterans, so-called co-eds, about women:
Intelligent women alienate men if that
intelligence forces men to assume a
secondary role—or ride in the baggage
car, so to speak. A man’s egotism is his
armor, Aristotle or Henry Wallace or
somebody; the smart girl plays on that
like a piano, statistics show the tech
nique seldom fails. Make ’em feel big.”
From Queens College, the Quo ens
Blues. I see that Laura Stroupe, who
was a freshman here in ’44 has been
chosen for the Senior Class as a May
Court representative.
Mary Louise. ‘
RINGS ’N’ THINGS
the holidays, we’ll tell you who they are
and who the lucky men are. Let’s start
with the upperclassmen. Harriet Neese
has her ring from Jason Sox. Chris
Bordeaux has hers from Bill Farrior,
Jr. Grace Brown has her ring from
Woody Boone and is as pleased about it
as can be. Eunice Andrews came back
all aglow because Connell (whose last
name is Smith) was home, and she was
wearing his ring. Kitten (to be called
Harriet when she’s 60) Ashcraft still
beams when anybody mentions Ted
(Samuel Ross) Morris and her dia
mond. Marjorie Wall and her Robert A.
Liles had a wonderful holiday, and
Marjorie came back to school with a
lovely ring. Lib Colvard started her
holiday off right by getting her ring
from Bruce Cantrell the day we started
home, and Fran Hollis got hers from
Paul Wilson. To prove that upperclass
men don’t have a thing that they can’t
have, the freshmen had several mem
bers of their class to return with rings
real diamond ones—Katherine Busbee
got hers from Carl Yates, Lolita Saun
ders received hers from Robert Lee
Walker, Patsy Emory is wearing the ring
she got from Emmet Perry and Peggy
White has hers from Ralph. Our best
wishes to all of them. And now we see
what the Old Year rang out and what
rings there are in the New Year.
E. M. S.