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THE TWIG
NOVEMBER 23, 1949
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Count Your Ifluntf Blessinffs
The moon rises silver and bright
above the shadow of lighted dorms.
Voices lifted to God in song, in laugh
ter, and in conversation echo through
the court. And over all the Spirit of
Meredith sits with her sceptre raised
and reigning from it are serenity and
love.
At this season set aside to count
blessings, remember this Spirit and
thank God for it. There are things
about Meredith that all of us are prone
to complain about, but if these things
were set side by side with the things
we love and cherish about Meredith,
how far behind the complaints would
fall.
The world is torn by distrust, dis
honesty, war and peace in the minds,
hearts, and nations of the world. All
over the world people who during the
years of war thought that by this time
they too would have something to be
thankful for are still finding it hard
to be thankful for anything. It is the
spirit that grows at Meredith and her
sister and brother institutions that will
give to the world the thing that it needs
to make all the people over the face
of the earth thankful.
Take advantage of all the things that
Meredith offers. Get the most out of
them. Use them! They were given to
us that we the youth of this nation to
which all the world looks might some
how see a way to bring peace and eter
nal thanksgiving to the world.
God planted in the hearts of the
Baptist people a desire to make “the
hand that rules the world” a more capa
ble hand. Out of that desire grew Mere
dith. Be thankful for the fullfillment
of that desire, and after the prayers of
thanksgiving have been offered, add
prayers that the advantages Meredith
offers may be taken up and carried
forward that the end for which they
were created may be fulfilled.
Letters to the Editor
An Open Letter to the Baptist State
Convention:
As Thanksgiving Day grows closer,
one just naturally thinks of things that
all of us have to be thankful for. It
was very fitting that on November 15,
just ten days before Thanksgiving,
Meredith had a reception that brought
to mind the people who make possible
many of the things that we just take
for granted.
A reception at Meredith is almost a
weekly occurrence, but this one was
special. The guests attending and the
people greeting them were the people
who had and have an active part in
making Meredith the school that it is.
The guests were the delegates attend
ing the Baptist State Convention, and
they were greeted by the faculty and
administrative staff.
Presiding at the tea were Mrs.
Charles Brewer, wife of a former presi
dent of the college; Mrs. J. G. Boom-
hour, wife of the former dean of the
college for 35 years; Mrs. L. E. M.
Freeman, wife of the former head of
the religion department for 39 years;
and Dr. Helen Price, head of the de
partment of ancient languages.
We Meredith students were proud
to show them our school, which they
had made possible; for it is only human
nature to want to show off and be proud
of our priceless treasures.
And as the holiday season draws
near, the Meredith student body gives
thanks to you, the Baptists of North
Carolina, for your generosity and kind
ness.
In sincere appreciation.
The Meredith Student Body.
Dear Editor,
While the student body is engaged
in a clean-up campaign, why doesn’t it
try cleaning up its manners in the din
ing hall? Every student should realize
that her table manners are an indica
tion of the type of breeding she has had
and are a reflection on her parents as
well as herself.
The best way to effect this clean-up
of manners is to understand what is
expected and why. Hostesses preside
at tables in the dining hall because
they are expected to know how to serve
the food, how to keep a generalized
conversation going, and how to give
a more home-like atmosphere to our
one family-style meal.
These hostesses are due as much cour
tesy as the head of the house is due at
home. Therefore, the students at the
table should observe simple acts of eti
quette such as waiting for the hostess
to begin the meal, making her feel wel
come at the table, and asking her for
permission to be excused.
Such small courteous acts of con
sideration will contribute a great deal
to the spirit in which we approach our
meal at the end of the day, and the
appearance presented to strangers will
improve one hundred per cent.
Let’s get behind this and watch the
results! Sincerely,
Ellen Goldston.
J^eig.kborl^ J^ew^
By SUE PAGE
I see by the Emory Wheel that there
is a contest on their campus for the
“Ugly Man.” Seems they’re looking
for a local Frankinstein. Maybe we
should have a contest here at Meredith,
not for the “ugly one” but perhaps for
the “unpopular one.” Nope, sounds
too much like “Fuller Horton Day” at
N. C. S.
We are indebted to A. C.’s Collegiate
for the following:
There was an old fellow named Syd
ney
Who drank till he ruined his kidney;
It shriveled, it shrank, as he sat there
and drank.
But he had a good time of it, didney?
The Dean of Women grabbed one of
the freshman after coming up late from
the parlor. She greeted the freshman
sternly—“Good evening, child of Satan”
Freshman: “Good evening mother.”
The Clemson Tiger tells of this story:
Colored Preacher: “Brother Jones,
will you lead us in a word of prayer?”
Brother Jones: (sleepily) “What dat
you say?”
Colored Preacher: “Will you lead
us?”
Brother Jones: “Lead? Lead—I just
dealt!”
The next joke makes me think of a
lot of speeches we have had here—
Somewhat overwhelmed by a elo-
quistic introduction praising his charm
and ability as a speaker, he faced the
audience, pop-eyed and smiling eagerly.
“Ladies and gentlemen,” he began, “I
can hardly wait to hear what 1 have
to say!”
The Annapolis Log reports that many
a heaving bosom is merely a hope chest.
By way of closing, may I add—
A matron has problems
Unknown to a filly
Such as how to look young
Without looking silly!
Fly High-Enroll Now!
We’ve even tried Lydia Pinkham’s
Compound in trying to kill flies!! Still
they came in droves ... in fact Briga
dier General Fly and his regiment be
gan their daily buzzing by taking a
thorough tour of 219-220 Jones. Not
content in simply admiring the pin-up
men, they liked the idea of getting
personally acquainted with the sleep-
loving occupants. A favorite landing
spot seemed to be the nose; or better
still, the left ear. All these antics
tended to make a morning that would
otherwise begin pleasantly start with
frantic slaps and yells of “Please go
away” or “Let me alone, ye pesky lit
tle varmint.”
My roommate decided that enough
was enough, so with a tear in her eye
she stood at the threshold of the door,
ready to go out in search for a new
fly-free abode. Suddenly I shouted
“Eureka!” for I had discovered a solu
tion to the problem of the day!
The answer lies in our FLY FLAP
PING FORUM, sponsored in the hope
that no other girls will move out be
cause of fly infestation. With a motto
of “One hundred killed a day or we’ll
soon decay ... on to the fray,” we
haved launched a campaign for mem
bers to discover for themselves the sec
ret in getting rid of the unwelcome
visitors.
Prerequisites for the course are listed
as follows: applicant must have killed
at least fifteen flies and mounted them
for display; applicant must have strong
muscles in right wrist especially; and
applicant must own a fly swatter as
well as a flit gun.
The course consists of eight lessons
which guarantee the development of
hidden fly-killing talents. A visiting
lecturer adds even more advantages to
the course. He is Dr. Sqush M. Good,
P.C., L.L.T., and P.U., from the Uni
versity of Musca Domestica. With his
expert talents being displayed, there
should be no doubt as to the marvelous
outcomes that the FORUM is able to
produce.
Perhaps you, too, are getting ready
to move out of your room, but think
first and see us about enrolling in the
biggest little discovery of your fly-
fightin’ life. All applications will be
honored, but please include at least
one faculty recommendation, as we in
tend to enroll only the most scholarly
females in this “search for knowledge
of higher skills.”
M. Joyner, Dean of the
FLY FLAPPING FORUM,
219-220 Jones.
Washburn, Goodwin, and
Smith, Faculty.
CHATTER PATTER
I’m going to use your knittin’ needle
—my feet are cold. Darling I am grow
ing old—what are you doing? You’re
crazy—“birds gotta swim, fish gotta
fly.” Who’s been messin’ with my knit-
tin’? Dear Madam—you knit two more
red ones. Where’d you go—here you
are—darling! What’s goin’ on between
you—this shorthand notebook? “The
longest mile is” this is the worse tangle
—take it out to right here—now put
him here! You know what you have
to do to get on that program—if you
put on that horse act again? Did you
hear the story about the man who was
a sergeant in the army and when he
was discharged he raised his children
just as if they were under him. One
day he came home from work and
found the window in the garage broken.
He lined his three sons up before him
and began questioning. He approached
the oldest who was about thirteen;
“Did you break the window?” “No, sir.”
“Do you know who did?” “No, sir.”
“Any comments?” “No, sir.” “Dis
missed.” “Thank you, sir.” He ap
proached the next son who was about
eleven; “Did you break the window?”
“No, sir.” “Do you know who did?”
“No, sir.” “Any comments?” “No, sir.”
“Dismissed,” “Thank you, sir.” He then
approached the youngest lad who was
about three; “Did you break the win
dow?” “Yes, sir.” “Any comments?”
“Yes, sir.” “Well....?” “How can I get
transferred to another regiment?”
They’ve turned off the heat. Now
I am confused—well, honey, you’re
purling!
Ed. Note:
If this doesn’t make sense, just try
to picture a room full of “gals” who
like to talk about any and every thing
and then reread it and see if you get
the point.
.VeuF OwE
SE)-i1 eU%On -Five.)
Sopki
uperior ejopnomore
By Marilyn Hunt
As I walk through the dorm I catch
a glimpse of a room through a half
open door. No one seems to be inside
the room, so I stop to examine it more
closely. Goodness! has there been a
riot somewhere, or what? Oh, you
might know, it’s a freshman’s room!
From the looks of things, the occu
pants probably didn’t start dressing
for church until five minutes before
time. The unmade beds are piled with
clothes and hatboxes. Aren’t freshman
messy!
Shoes are scattered on the floor, and
a pair of stockings is draped across the
back of a chair. And look at that dres
ser! Clothes are dripping over the edge
of the opened drawers; the top of the
dresser is covered with cosmetics,
bobby-pins, spilled powder, and jew
elry.
There is a sewing kit, but do you
suppose that freshmen know how to
sew on buttons? Well, maybe they do
at that. Oh, the poor innocent things
must study a little, too, since the desk
is piled with books.
The wastebasket over near the door
is overflowing with paper. They prob
ably stayed in last night to study.
They’ll learn!
Well, I guess I should go back to
Faircloth and clean up my room, since
I could hardly get out of it. Besides,
I have some studying to do.
fiROLYr
^ORJIER
s
This will be the first time that some
of you gals have been here when the
masses depart for a holiday. Let me
warn you—it’s not easy, but it’s fun!
Suggestion number one: One who
walks through Johnson Hall the day
we go home reading her mail, or let
ting something other than where she’s
going have her attention, her neck is
in her own hands! Never will I forget
last year when my suitemate was on
her way home at Thanksgiving and
happened to take her eyes off the beaten
path! OOh, wha’ happened to her! She
stumbled over four suitcases, a hat box,
and a typewriter case, and slid into
the rose parlor right into the arms of
a sailor. I d hate to think about what
would have happened if the sailor
hadn’t been there. Poor piano!
Suggestion number two: Be well
protected when you sign out. ... If
you re not, you’ll probably leave wear
ing the clock for a hat and carrying
three S. P. slips in your mouth along
with a bashed-in suitcase.
Suggestion number three: For those
whose eyes are failing because of too
much studying, be sure to wear dark
glasses when you go out front! The
line of yellow and white taxicabs is
rather trying on the eyes—especially
if it’s a sunny day.
Suggestion number four: While
you’re at home you might as well get
your voice in shape to sing upon your
return to school. I betcha we’ll sing
“Jingle Bells,” “Three More Weeks ’til
Vacation . . and “Hark the Herald
Angels Shout: Three More Weeks and
We’ll Be Out!”
Suggestion number five: Have fun!