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THE TWIG
March 12, 1948
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Thought for the Ifag
1 am the resurrection and the life;
he that helieveth on me, though he
were dead, yet shall he live.
John 11:25.
Opposition or Cooperation?
In times past many schools and col
leges have been considered mainly as
institutions of learning, where books
and their contents have been of primary
importance. Educators now realize that
of equal value to students of college
age is the knowledge of and experience
in full social living. We are no longer
being trained merely for post-college
days, but for the present, as well. There
fore, the college of today becomes a
community, wherein the members of
the student body are the citizens.
As citizens in a democratic country,
the students are citizens in a democratic
school. Any intelligent person compre
hends the importance of law and order
in such a society—not as hindrance to
social privilege, but as an asset to such.
Regulation is privilege; without law
there is no order.
As democratic citizens, too, the mem
bers have the opportunity of setting
up their own standards and regulations
by which to live. Observation shows
that there will be as many different
opinions on a particular issue in a society
as there are citizens who make up that
society. Consequently, majority agree
ments must be concluded; compromises
must be made; the majority, as well as
the minority, must adjust itself to the
situation.
There are few colleges which allow
students complete freedom in social
regulations. The Board of Trustees and
the administration reserve the right to
fix arbitrarily certain principles, parts
of the philosophy of the group, by which
students under their jurisdiction must
live. Is this power justifiable, in view
of the foregoing discussion of demo
cratic living in a college community?
Perhaps not, in the strict sense of the
word. Does this mean, then, that it is
the fault of the college administration
that democracy is not put into practice
more completely on the campus? Not
entirely.
Before students can exercise the privi
lege of complete freedom in choosing
their own paths, they must prove them
selves capable of wisdom in discretion,
of clear thinking and broad-mindedness,
and of the formation of an ethical phi
losophy of social values. Most college-
age students are sadly lacking in this
development. Until that maturity is
reached, college authorities will con
tinue to make decisions for them.
In a recent campus-wide controversy
in which a change in college policy was
being discussed, the students here
showed to a great extent their advance
ment in the direction of maturity. Work
ing together, the students gathered
pertinent information and specific facts
concerning the opinion and practice of
the student body in the matter; they
formulated arguments stating the con
clusions of the group; the represent
atives presented orderly, but forcefully,
the opinions to the proper authorities.
Positive action was taken.
Some say that the students won the
battle. There was no battle. The stu
dents and trustees, hearing all sides
of the question, worked together co
operatively and reached a mutual agree
ment. It is only when like procedure
is followed and similar relation between
the two groups is established that the
age-old problem of students versus ad
ministration will be altered. Future sat
isfaction in such issues depends upon
the adoption of the conception, on the
part of both groups, of students and ad
ministration working together rather
than in opposition.
SPOTLIGHTING
A DAY STUDENT
By Shirley Hurwitz
One of our “newer” day students and
a member of the young married set
is Mrs. Barbara S. Peck. Barbara hails
from Lancaster, Penn. She joined the
ranks of the non-resident students last
September at the beginning of her
senior year.
After attending grade school and high
school in Lancaster, Barbara went to
Connecticut College for Women in 1942.
Here she majored in Child Development
and minored in English. In her senior
year she left Connecticut because of
an eye infection and spent one year at
home.
During her three years at Connecticut
College, Barbara served as chairman
of the Mission House, worked in the
New London Day Nursery, and took
part in dramatic work. For two sum
mers Barbara worked as an attendant
in a mental hospital in Philadelphia
and as a counsellor in a camp for under
privileged children in Massachusetts.
Very much interested in her marital
status, this reporter inquired as to the
time of Barbara’s “final step.” She
laughingly replied that she was married
in September, 1946 to Ray Peck of Lan
caster, who graduated last June from
the University of Pennsylvania and is
now studying textiles at State College.
Confidingly, Barbara admitted, “I feel
as though I am an expert on apartment
houses. I’ve lived in four different
ones.” At present Barbara and Ray are
living in a well-ventilated garage apart
ment on Bedford Avenue. With a
twinkle in her eye Barbara sated, “My
husband says that I cook more assign
ments than I do meals, but he doesn’t
complain.”
When asked about her new home,
Barbara quickly replied that she is de
voted to her new Alma Mater and thinks
that Raleigh is a wonderful place to live.
At Meredith Barbara is majoring in
English. She is a member of the Colton
English Club and has written several
articles for the Acorn. Her other inter
ests include tennis, horseback riding,
ice skating, and skiing. However, she
Confidential Tip
Chapel Hill, N. C.— (ACP)—Here’s ,
a confidential tip to the girls—men like :
daring dresses only on the other fellow’s
girl—not theirs. That was the essence (
of opinion expressed by a group of col- i
legians, who served on Cosmopolitan
magazine’s male-tested fashion jury at :
the Stork Club, New York. !
“Believe it or not they voted con-
sistently for gowns with some covering
over shoulder or upper arm or with nar
row shoulder straps,” Kay Wister, fash
ion editor of the magazine declared.
“The completely bare shoulder decol-
letage was something delightful to
them—only on the other fellow’s girl.
“Generally the boys approved of
dresses that had a sophisticated but not
too exposed look,” Mrs. Wister said. “In
fact it’s a look the boys pronounced
‘dreamy.’ ”
One of the winning gowns was de
scribed by Mrs. Wister as, “a royal blue
crepe that bared the shoulders but cov
ered the arms completely. The skirt
with sophisticated hip-line drape ta
pered to a narrow hemline, but was slit |
to allow plenty of freedom for dancing. |
Spring Shouldn’t
Have Come
By Doris Lee
I’m a little callous about spring; at
that time of the year everyone else
falls in love, but I only get term papers
to write. But inasmuch as a step around
the corner will bring us into a headlong
collision with this season, and out of
respect to those who are already dis
cussing Easter bonnets and quoting,
“In the spring a young man’s fancy . . .”
I feel moved to give a brief, 'but cynical
glimpse of love and poetry—love, be
cause everyone else is in it and poetry,
because it’s so easy to quote. Here is
a poem dedicated to men in general.
Gentlemen I love one like you
Caring little for your IQ. |
And some sage advice to the same: ■
Never be a wastrel lad
Never fool a maid;
Make of honor a business I
Make of truth a trade.
Do thou as I tell thee, lad; |
Be the best of men! |
And girls won’t write of thee in verse,
Nor think of thee again. >
Even the poor old professor falls in love '
and dabbles in the poetic by addressing
his love as follows: ;
Candor compels me, pet, to say
That years my fading charms betray.
Tho’ love is blind, I grant it’s clear
I’m no Apollo Belvedere.
But after dark all cats are gray.
Love, it is night!
Aand here is one every woman will
understand:
The man she had was kind and clean
And well enough for every day.
But, oh, dear friends, you should have
seen
The one that got away. ;
And: !
j
Four be the things I’d been better
without.
Love, curiosity, freckles, and doubt. |
But in case spring and love have passed
you by, or if you’re another victim of j
unrequited love, just remember: !
Razors pain you;
Rivers are damp; i
Acids stain you; |
And drugs cause cramp.
Guns aren’t lawful;
Nooses give;
Gas smells awful;
You might as well live.
dislikes baseball games in the summer,
but loves football in the fall.
After graduation Barbara has very
definite plans. She hopes to be con
nected with some nursery school edu
cational program; but, mainly she wants
to have a family.
J
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E
ASKS YOU
Have you noticed those taunt, anxiety-
stricken individuals who creep down to
lunch every day and wait nervously
in line? They stand there and writhe
in pain as they spend their last moments
consoling each other in English, for
soon all conversation will be “solo en
espanol.” Yes, life for the Spanish stu
dents has taken a drastic turn. Here’s
a play-by-play description of the lunch
hour from the time they conga into
dining hall until they are carried out
by a few faithful “amigas.”
First student: “Well, kid, “Now Is
the Hour.” . . .
Second student: “What do you mean?
This is D-Day, meaning disaster, that
is. . . .”
First: . . . “Think Miss Lou would let
us sneak back in the kitchen and eat
with the hired help?”
Second: “Naw, that won’t do any
good. We might as well go ahead and
face this thing.”
First: “But all of a sudden I’m not
hungry any more. Let’s go on back
up to the room and forget about
lunch. . . .”
Second S: “Will you be quiet and
stop mumbling! If we’re going to make
any impression at all we’d better master
a few of those Spanish phrases. Where
is that list we made out last night?
First: “Here it is. I’ll call out some
of them and you concentrate.
Second: “Oh, it’s too late now. We’ve
already gone through the line. Take
your tray and let’s go on over to that
table with the sign that says “Aqui se
habla espanol.”
First: ‘Well, o.k., but you’ve got to
promise to start talking first. I can’t
think of a thing to say.”
Second: “Buenas dias, Senoritas!
Como estais?”
Group: “Muy bien, y tu?”
First: “(Why doesn’t somebody say
something? This suspense is killing me!
Think I’ll get out that list of words and
see if I can sneak a quick glance at it
without being seen. Let’s see now,
which sleeve did I put it in. ...)
Second: (These potatoes sure could
use some salt, but I don’t know how to
ask for it in Spanish. . . . Ugh!)
First: (Well, here goes nothing).
“Tienes Hambre?”
Group: “Si.”
Second: (Well, that was a lenthy bit
of conversing! May-be we ought to try
singing a verse of “LaCucurache” ’er
something. . . .)
First: (Well, now that I’ve finished
eating I can leave. Ye gads! I don’t
know how to say “Excuse me, please”!
What’ll I do! I just can’t get up and
walk away! . . . What’ll I do? Oh, this
is awful. There goes mi amiga kicking
me under the table again. Guess it’s
my turn to say something. . . . Well,
I’ll just say a couple of Spanish-sound
ing words and make a quick get-a-way.)
“Ahem, er, ah, duh . . . hasty lumbago,
bones and matches. Tabasco sauce, Vin
cent Lopaz. Adios! and a tasty banana
to you all. ...”
As our “dos estudiantes” take off in a
cloud of Spanish “palabras.” One can
hear them mumbling something about
quality points, indigestion, and the Bee
Hive for lunch tomorrow.
Exchangin’ Aroun’
The celebrated poet, Robert Lee Frost,
who spoke at Carolina last week, ac
cording to the Daily Tar Heel, was’past
his thirty-fifth birthday before he pub
lished his first poetry—that book con
taining twenty years of writing, (en
couragement to young hopefuls).
In the classified section of the Tech
nician of State College is the following
ad: “Notice: Miss Shirley Carroll of
Charlotte had a grand time at the Engi
neer’s Brawl. (Yes, your slip is showing
Miss Carroll.) M. L M