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Page two THE TWIG April 23, 1949 mm Member Ptosocided Golle6icite Press EDITORIAL STAFF Jane Lassiter Editor Betty Brooks Managing Editor Marjorie Joyner Associate Editor Doris Lee Associate Editor Beverly Batchelor Feature Editor Betty Jane Hedgepeth Art Editor Nancy Walker Alumnae Editor Katherine Lewis Music Editor Sue Page Sports Editor Frances Smith Photo Editor Shirley Bone Exchange Editor Sally Lou Taylor Make-lJp-Editor Donna Walston Columnist Reporters—Ella Adams, Madelyn Clinard, Mary Lou Dawkins, Beth Boggs, Rebecca Knott, Rosalind Knott, Mary Bland Josey, Harriet Littlejohn, Betty Anne Hall, LeGrace Gupton, Anne Stowe. Chief Typist—Louise Hunt. Typists—Ellen Goldston, Elva Gresham, Emma Lee Hough, Marianna Morris, Frances Altman. BUSINESS STAFF Jane McDaniel Business Manager Ann Boykin Advertising Manager Barbara Francis Circulation Manager Members of Business Staff—Betsy Jordan, Martha Hare, Sue Smith. Dr. Norma Rose Faculty Adviser Dr. Harry E. Cooper Photographer Entered as second-class matter October 11. 1923, at postoffice at Raleigh, N. C.. under Act of March 8, 1879. Published semi-monthly during the months of October, November, February, March, April, and May; monthly during the months of September, De cember, and January. Subscription rate, $2.00 per year to students. Alumnae membership associatlonal fee $2.00, of which $1.00 covers a year’s subscription. Member of Intercollegiate Press Thought for the Day For, lo the winter is past; The rain is over and gone; The flowers appear on the earth; The time of the singing of birds is come. And the voice of the turtle-dove is heard in our land; The fig-tree ripeneth her green figs. And the vines are in blossom; They give forth their fragrance. —Song of Solomon. A LAST WORD With this our last issue of the year, the old Twig staff is preparing to turn over to new hands all its multitudinous responsibilities concerning the Twig. As the old staff moves on, there come to mind the happenings and experiences of the past years and how they have affected us. Along with the constant rushing and minute tasks of our work, there has been time enough for considering all the joy we have found in presenting each issue of the Twig. Our rewards, for the year’s work have been renewed with each issue as it comes out. The few people who make up the Twig staff have found how much fun it is to co operate and work together for a com mon good. Those girls who worked on the staff must have loved it, for even at its best it is at times very try ing. The spirit of permanency and con tribution which one receives from doing such work is in itself inspirational. To the new staff we pass on the hard work and headaches of working on the staff next year, but also, we wish for them the same sense of pride in the accomplishment which each issue of the Twig represents. Next year’s staff can be justly proud to be successful in surmounting the obstacles which are met in the difficult task of transforming reporter’s copy into a finished newspaper worthy of time spent in perusing it. We of this year’s staff hope that the Twig will continue to be a reflection of student opinion and events on the Meredith campus, for it is in such college news papers as ours that the American spirit of a free press is carried on. To you the Twig staff of 1949-1950, then, we say “congratulations and the best of luck.” A Campus Need A Guest Editorial When asking a visitor who has re mained on the campus for at least a week and has learned to know many students about problems he senses as being serious, the need for a counseling program has been the answer in several instances. Students and faculty are aware of this also and yet Meredith is not distinctive in this need; for persons constantly connected with colleges re port that an adequate counseling pro gram is one of the greatest needs on all college and university campuses. It is a program that is extremely hard to arrange for various reasons. Finding a counsellor who has had an adequate background and training and who could fit into a situation such as ours is no easy task. But finding a person to fill that capacity does not insure the ready response that should come from students. In setting up such a program, the student must take the initiative, as one can seldom be helped until he realizes he has a problem that needs guidance and will then go to a person capable of helping him. Realizing the imcompleteness of such a program on our campus, there are, however, many opportunities of which students do not take advantage. Those who are in doubt about their major field of work and what they are plan ning to do after college should attend the “Group Conferences on Choice of Vocation” that have been scheduled. The faculty committee that is working on this is planning to give personality, vocational aptitude, and other such tests. Students would be benefited greatly if they would plan their entire course of study with the head of the department as soon as they decide on their field of concentration. There are members of the faculty and adminis trative staff who have been trained in the techniques of counseling and they can and do render a valuable service to many students. However, there is little doubt that we need a program of counseling aid and that we are moving much too slowly in that direction. It remains with the faculty and students to become more sensitive to personalities around them and demand that together we work toward a program whose service would far exceed our campus as students take their place in the active affairs of our world. The first step in such a plan may well depend on the sincere re sponse the students make to the voca tional conferences that are to be held and if that reaction is adequate, further developments might open. —Marjorie Wilson. “I won’t marry you and you know why.” “I can’t think.” “Yes.” The Pilot. Underneath the Arch By Sarah G. Saddleoxford Well, here I am again! Cluttering up a perfectly good column with some very bad thoughts. . . . I’ve really been a busy little beaver lately. I’ve been attending all the re ceptions, teas, etc. around here, and have found that if one eats enough lime ice one is apt to turn green! As I was peaking over my punch cup the other night, I saw one individual amusing herself by licking the salt off the nuts instead of eating them. What a mild and peculiar form of refresh ment! Then, too, I had an exciting time watching people sweat it out in trying to talk when they had both hands filled! Maybe that’s why there are so many conversation-lags at receptions. . . . Speaking of conversations, how about the introductions that are made in re ception lines. I was caught in one similar to this the other night: “Mfhjklm,” I would like for you to meet Zllopski, one of my very good friends.” “How do you do?” “Now what did she say your name was, dearie? I’m a little hard of hearing tonight it seems.” “Well, frankly, I don’t know. . . . That’s the first time I’ve ever been called that. (Forced laughter) But, Deah, you may call me Sarah. . . .” “Thank you, Sarah. Now I’d like for you to meet Mr. Bcotypkplsti. . . .” . . . and on and on it goes, far down the line. Sometimes I think I need a hearing aid. Last week on Pan American Day, our language club. Alpha Pigma Sty heard the brilliant author and lecturer Miss Bessie Mae Smoocho who spoke on “Travelling Expenses on a Slow Train to Chile.” The meeting concluded with the singing of the club song, Conchita, Marquita, Lolita, Pepita, Juanita, Rosita Lopaz. And I think that’s a charming enough note on which to end our little visit. Besides, gotta chase down and get my morning cup of toast and piece of coffee. Tra la!!! E XCERPTS jrom XCHANGES By Shirley Bone LETTER TO THE EDITOR Dear Editor: Nearly everyone will work for the things he believes in; but it appears that the champions of theatre art are becoming extinct at Meredith. The reason for this unfortunate lack is, of course, the inadequacy of dramatic arts courses on the curriculum which fails to attract those students interested in theatre. This situation, itself, is ridiculous at a “Liberal Arts” college, professing to present accomplished young ladies to society. Not only is some familiarity with the theatre necessary to a cultural education; but also, in specialization, the importance of drama should be recognized. If an adequate drama department existed at Meredith, never, on two suc cessive years, would one production represent the entire output of its Little Theatre. Perhaps one would be justified in saying that students interested in drama can very well go to school somewhere else; but, when the other art depart ments are so far above average and the spirit in them so congenial, it seems a pitiful waste to let the oldest of the arts deteriorate. Surely, there would be enough of a following for a speech and drama de partment to justify its establishment. Why don’t the authorities consider the problem (one definitely exists) from this point of view? Name Withheld by Request. A paratrooper is a soldier who climbs down from a tree he never climbed up. The Seahag. c o L L E G E DAZE Everyone seems to be strictly under the weather as is plainly seen on the breezeways which are being draped by many multi-colored torsos as of late. Flash! Flash! A startling crash oc curred in the art department last week when Mr. Reynolds very cordially in vited the painting class to take a peek into “the mystery room.” What really amazed me was that we didn’t even have to take an oath of secrecy. But I’ll never tell what I saw, never fear. The Meredith girls had better get on the ball because it seems that some other ferns are beating our path to State College. In fact they’re even doing us one better—even attempting to look over the dorms. From recent reports it appears that the students are in favor of more con certs or should I say more performers like Mr. Johansen. (Musical ability is a minor detail.) Saturday night is the climax for all of the juniors’ hard work. Hope everything works out fine for the junior-senior, and here’s wishing every one a big time. The archery classes are very happy now that the “missing” target has re appeared on the field. Thanks boys!! Well the sun feels fine for toasting so guess I’ll move along. See ya under the rays. Donna. Glancing through the latest editions from the printing press this week, I found some mighty startling changes in college policies and current trends. For instance: Cecil B. De Mille, the renowned movie producer, has accepted the posi tion of director of the Elon Players for the 1949-50 season, when he will pro duce Erskine Caldwell’s Tobacco Road, Somerset Maugham’s Rain, and Getting Gertie’s Garter, plus scores of others— so says the Maroon and Gold! And have you heard that Winston Churchill is to be the new president of UNC, having been appointed by Governor Scott? The Daily Tar Heel reports that President Harry S. Truman, who was present at the dinner for the alumni of the University, “leaped to his feet, vaulted the speaker’s table and was the first to congratulate the new President.” Applause followed. The date on the papers quoted above was, of course, April 1, 1949. There were also other choice tidbits I might leave with you. Bride’s Book of Mary Baldwin carried the caption “Faculty Gets Looped as Usual at Drunken Brawl.” A notice appeared in the same paper “Sign your name as you wish it to appear on your marriage license on the poster on B. Board immediately.” Ode To a Drive-In: Roy’s Dedicated To Roy OWNER OF SAID PLACE I Filled with gastronomic joys, Ergo wot we hite thee “Roy’s,” Complete with chocolate pie and boys. Down the walk and ’cross the field For our regular noontime meal. II If you see a red star, dear. No communists you’ll have to fear, You really shouldn’t shed a tear. List to what I have to say That means you won’t have to pay. HI Sparkling glass and shining chrome Decorate our second home. They have meat without a bone. The juke-box here has lovely music. If you have the nickle you can choose it. IV The service here is sometimes slow. That’s because its crowded so If you would like to be some thinner This is the place to get your dinner. V I’d like to continue in this vein But I just ran out of blood, (open the window). —Synonomous withmud. SO TIRED CALENDAR OF EVENTS April 23—Junior-Senior Banquet April 28—Jeanne Dickens, Art Exhibit April 30—Susan Graham, Graduation Recital May 7—May Day, Society Plays A young theologian named Fiddle, Refused to accept his degree. “For,” said he, “it’s enough to be Fiddle, Without being Fiddle, D.D.”
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