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THE TWIG
May 20, 1949
H here Are You Going, Greatheart?
“Where are you going, Greatheart?”
All over the United States there are
thousands of “greathearts” going out
into the world from the colleges and
universities. For years this generation
of our youth has been told that the day
was coming when they would have to
take over the nation, run it, and make
it great. That day is here! It is the
modern youth who must make out of
the chaos that the last war brought on
the world some sort of order and work
able understanding among the nations
of the entire world.
Wherever the “Greahearts” in the
graduating classes of America go, they
must constantly bear in mind that they
are the people to whom the world is
looking for guidance. Europe’s youth
must build, but theirs is a job of re
building more than new buildings. Be
fore they can begin to go forward they
must go backward and redo so much
that the devastation of war undid.
America’s youth can pick up, go on,
and prepare a way for the rest of the
world’s youth to catch up.
Pick up the challenge yesterday’s
youth flings toward you and bear it
forward triumphantly. Make in your
life a greatness and teach it to grow
and prosper that when you are on the
threshold of the world you can say,
“where are you going, Greatheart?”
and know that wherever it is you are
headed it will be forward!
W hy Don’t W e Do This More Often?
All of the students who missed the
plays presented Society Night missed
a rare treat. Both of the societies pre
sented top-notch performances, but the
freshman class production stole the
show for the evening. When the cur
tain was dropped on that production
there was many a damp cheek in the
audience. A fitting tribute to a grand
production. What a shame that we limit
such entertainment to only two or three
evenings a year.
A Good Recipe
For better or for worse, as the well-
known saying goes, another year of
school work is about over. Another
year of work and play done with vary
ing degrees of concentration and with
varying results in personality develop
ment and goals accomplished. It is our
sincere wish for you that this year has
not been wasted; that you as an indi
vidual have discovered the right
amounts of study and extra-curricular
activities to make your personal recipe
for college life achieve the balance
needed.
That necessary balance of work and
outside activities is too often weighted
too heavily toward one side by many of
us; it is very easy for any college stu
dent to over-emphasize one side of his
life and neglect everything else. We
hope that you have made real progress
this year and, moreover, have given at
least some of your time to help your
class and the college as a whole progress
also.
If you should have a few hours of
lazy meditation sometime during this
summer, try to evaluate honestly your
life here at Meredith during the year.
If you have told too many weary com
mittee chairmen that you “just don’t
have the time” to serve because you
haven’t done last week’s assignments
yet, you may have some trouble in
later life if you manage to graduate.
And neither you nor Meredith will be
much better for your long stay here.
It is our sincere hope that you will
have an enjoyable summer, however
you may choose to spend it, and that
next year will be the first of a bigger
and better fifty years in the history of
the college. Whether next year is a good
year of expansion, or just an average
year, it will be because you have done
your part in making it so.
flAROLYrS
lORMR
We can usually tell when school is
just about out, can’t we? Everybody
(’specially the seniors) starts getting
a little sentimental. You know how it
is. The teachers you’ve “kinda” griped
about all year suddenly get to be nicer;
“You’re the Queen of Our Hearts”
makes a few more chill bumps than
usual appear; you get to where you
don’t mind the mud too much. Yep,
they’re all sure signs that May 31 is
almost here, and it’s time to start won
dering what next year will be like. We
began believing that next year can’t
possibly be as wonderful as this year
’cause things just won’t be the same
without
“LIB” CHERRY running around
in her white baseball cap with her
famous words, “What it is?” tagging
along behind her,
without
that feeling that the sun surely is
bright today, and then realizing that
it’s only BARBARA SWANSON’S
third finger, left hand floating by,
without
“BOBBIE” RICHARDSON and
MARIANNA WORTH standing be
hind the lunch counter and their
great big smiles giving the cabbage
and cauliflower a better flavor,
without
an excited “KITTEN” ASHCRAFT
announcing that “Ted’s coming next
weekend,”
without
“LIB” CANTRELL speaking those
victorious words that make at least
99 44 TOO per cent of the student
body envious—“My husband,”
without
two streaks flashing across the
campus that turn out to be “MARTY”
DAVIS and PEGGY PATRICK on
their way to somewhere,
without
the performances of HAZEL EL
LINGTON, “DOT” PATRICK, BESS
RUPPELT, and BETTY BROOKS in
chapel on those days of all days—
Thursdays during elections,
without
some do, re, mi, fa, sol, la, ti, do’s
coming from 2nd Faircloth and 3rd
Vann—JENNIE LOU NEWBOLD
and NANCY HALL, of course (we’re
braggin’, not complaining),
without
our two very special May Day beau
ties — JEANNE DICKENS and
EDITH COOPER,
without
“VICKIE” HARRELL and her sew
ing box containing all those interest
ing articles—wonder why the initi
als on all of them are V.H.T.?
without
all of you SENIORS!
No, things won’t be the same. Mere
dith won’t be half as nice without
you, and wherever you go, remem
ber you’re being missed!
Carolyn.
LETfER TO THE EDITOR
Dear Editor:
The Day Student Seniors have asked
us to thank our class for the corsages
which they received on May Day along
with the resident Seniors. This cheer
ful expression of love indicates the
usual spirit expressed toward the Day
Students.
Sophomore Day Students.
P.S.; Our Seniors are graduating also.
YEARS AGO
By Barney Schettler
The commencement program in 1900
was:
Sun. Evening Missionary Sermon
Mon. Evening Elocution Recital
Tues. Morning,
Address to Literary Societies
Tues. Afternoon Art Reception
Tues. Evening .Society Reception
Wed. Morning..Commencement Address
Wed. Evening Annual Concert
In 1902 the Baccalaureate Sermon
was added, and in 1905 the first Class
Day was held. The Seniors gave a part
ing gift to the college and another to
the junior class. The Seniors also
raised the class flag on the campus flag
pole, planted ivy, and adopted a class
tree.
The class of ’25, which was the last
class to graduate from old Meredith,
leminded the incoming senior class of
their responsibilities of “setting prece
dents which all the succeeding classes
would follow and beginning the new
traditions of what is sure to become
one of the greatest Southern Colleges.”
The tradition of senior tables the last
six weeks of school meant more to the
seniors of ’27 than to the ones of ’49.
The night that some of our mothers
were escorted to their own tables by
their little sisters was also the night
that began the senior privileges “of
coming to meals late, coming in from
‘uptown’ late and keeping their lights
on as long as they wished at night. Two
seniors may go riding in the afternoon
with friends without a chaperon; two
seniors with friends may go to the show
at night unchaperoned; and many other
privileges (such as breathing perhaps)
hitherto unenjoyed by them may be
exercised.”
In the 1924 issue there were several
good editorials which are adaptable
today.
After exams are over, good times
are in session for three months so:
“Gather ye rosebuds while ye may.”
Senior facial expressions are worth
watching these days.
Maybe it is well to be a senior and
maybe it isn’t but most freshmen
rather prefer the former.
THE OTHER SIDE
As chairman of the sophomore com
mittee to arrange for the flowers for
the seniors on May Day, I was in
formed by both the senior and sopho
more class presidents that the corsages
were to be given only to the resident
seniors or those who actually attended
the breakfast on Saturday morning.
Since the flowers were given out to
those who came to the breakfast that
morning, only those who attended re
ceived their corsages from the sopho
mores. This is deflnitely not an over
sight but merely a misunderstanding
on the part of many of us. A day stu
dent member who helped on the com
mittee to fix the flowers seemed to
understand the reason and regard it
as logical.
We as a committee are sorry that
this misunderstanding has arisen and
wish to take this opportunity to assure
everyone involved that any oversight
was purely unintentional and is sin
cerely regretted.
Anne McRackan,
Chairman, Flower Committee.
Little Billie;
Pair of skates;
Hole in ice;
Girls faults are many.
Boys have only two;
Everything they say.
And everything they do.
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Carolyn Covington Columnist
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Rosalind Knott, Rebecca Knott, Anne
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By Sue Page
B’s
(With Apologies to Joyce Kilmer)
I think that I shall never see,
an “F” as lovely as a “B”.
A “B” whose form is gently pressed,
upon the front sheet of my test.
A “B” that on my report card may
Induce the folks back home to say:
My, how smart that child must be.
To make such grades at M.H.C.!
A “B” that represents the toil.
Of countless nights and midnight
oil.
“F’s” are made by nuts like me.
For only experts make a “B”.
From Mars Hill Hilltop.
That pretty well expresses the feel
ings of most of us, but still there is a
bright outlook for the unintelligent ones
according to the Tiger—“A dumb girl
is a dope, a dope is a drug, doctors give
drugs to relieve pain, therefore, a dumb
girl is just what the doctor ordered.”
Have you heard about the little moron
who thought that a mushroom was a
place to pitch woo?
And while we’re on the subject of
morons, there is the little fellow who
thought that a Doctor of Divinity was
an expert candy-maker.
“Drink broke up my home.”
“Couldn’t you stop it?”
“No, the darn still blew up.”
Tiger.
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HERE IT IS, YOU-ALL
“Come, all of you from other parts.
Both city folk and rural,
And listen while I tell you this:
The word ‘you-alT is plural!
“When you say ‘you-all must come
down’.
Or we-all shall be lonely’,
We mean a dozen folks, perhaps
And not one person only.
“If I should say to Hiram Jones,
For instance, ‘you-all are lazy’.
Or ‘Will you-all lend me your knife?’
He’d think that I was crazy.
“Now, if you’d be more sociable
And with us often mingle.
You’d And that on the native tongue
‘You-alT is never single.
“Don’t think that I mean to criticize,
Or act as if I knew all;
But when we speak of one alone
We-all say ‘you’ like you-all.”
Univ. of Ga. Red and Black.
If you don’t understand now kindly
sign up on the door of 110 Jones for
a conference.
I understand that there are a few
Yankees on this campus who don’t
understand the popular use of the word
“you-all.” So as a public service your
columnist prints the following poem:
At this time of year many college
papers carry features beginning, “In
the spring a young man’s fancy turns,
etc.” Feature writer of the Furman
University Hornet presents different
ways in which campus men are affected
by the season:
“There is the ‘Bard’ type who, when
smitten by spring love, breaks into
flowing verse. From the head of one
such ailing student we have this little
ditty:
I love you from the top of me head
to the bottom of me heel.
There ain’t no proper words to tell
you ’zactly how I feel.
But if I finds I’se been a fool, and
you don’t love me too,
I know darn well, I just can’t live,
So I’ll turn into a Shmoo.
“Also seen on the campus these days
is the ‘Stag jump’ type. A professor,
meandering into Science Hall one morn,
observed an example of this type slid
ing down the bannister. When he
asked the young gentleman the reason
for his behavior, the reply was, ‘Odd,
did you say odd, doctor? You see. I’m in
love. And I just feel so loose.’
With this the young man bowed
gracefully, did three back flips out the
door, and when last seen, was floating
over the stadium on a pink cloud. The
professor picked up his pipe.