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THE TWIG
February 17, 1950
LEND ME YOUR EARS
How fortunate Mark Antony was that
he did not make his famous plea to
an auditorium filled with Meredith
girls. The plea would have fallen on
barren ground, for it seems that we are
most unwilling to “lend” our ears to
any speaker we have.
The chapel period is not a time-out
for inspiration in the middle of the day;
it is a time-out to catch up on knitting,
do last-minute studying, write letters,
or visit with the girl in the next seat.
Maybe most of us do not realize that the
visibility from the stage of our new
auditorium is just about perfect. The
speaker can see everything anyone in
the audience does. How would you like
to speak to a group where all that you
could see was bowed heads and knit
ting needles?
It would be most interesting to know
just what our campus visitors in chapel
think of us—we who consider ourselves
such grown-up, mature people. The
truth of the matter is that they prob
ably think us rude, crude girls and
would like to teach us a few of the
rules of etiquette that we all should
have learned to abide by in our child
hoods.
Think it over! Are you guilty? Well,
try “lending” your ears for a few days
and see if you don’t find the program of
a little more interest than whatever you
usually do.
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in Our Own Backyards'”
The criticism that Meredith does not
offer to its students enough social life
and opportunity for getting an educa
tion outside of books and studying has
been voiced often on our campus—so
go the complaints of students of every
class. Yet—and this is a cause for real
groaning—the college choir can present
a carefully planned concert of Christ
mas music on a Sunday afternoon, and
the Barter Theatre of Virginia can
present a well-known play in profes
sional style, and Meredith students will
not trouble themselves to walk over to
the new auditorium to see and hear
them.
It is to be supposed that the sixty
members of the choir had friends; it
is also to be supposed that any student
who wished to see the Barter Theatre
play could beg, borrow or steal the
small sum of ninety cents to see a play
like “Thunder Rock”: yet more towns
people were in our auditorium than
students on those two occasions, and on
others like them. If the citizens of Ra
leigh are interested in productions
given on the Meredith campus enough
to attend, it well behooves more Mere
dith students to look into the matter.
Could you be missing something that
the latest show downtown on the same
night cannot offer?
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Through the Smoke and
Flame”
Wake! For the students, who scat
tered into flight
By grades before them from the
class of fright ....
It can’t be plagiarism because that
isn’t a quotation from anything I’ve
ever heard. We are back again and as
awake as ever with the possible excep
tion of a few of us who can’t seem to
get back on schedule with the bus (and
guess which one is late!) and another
one of our number who goes dashing
off to Phys. Ed. when there ain’t no such
animal on her schedule that day.
We haven’t lost our inspiration that
was drummed up for us the last day of
exams by the small bonfire at the foot
of the drive. (A kibitizer wants me to
remark about giving the drive a hot
foot, but I wouldn’t dare.) We just
regret that there wasn’t more combus
tible material—at least one blue con
tribution from each D. S.
If you are in our den some morning
and see the girls looking under the
couches and behind the sofa before
uttering a solitary word, don’t think
we’ve lost our heads, that it’s room
check day, or even that we’re victims
of dirt-o-phobia. We’re just checking a
current rumor for truth so that there
won’t be any blackmail in this town.
Overheard at a bridge game: “He
broke the date because he had promised
to help his roommate study for some
quiz or other. I guess greater love hath
no man than he lay down his date for
a friend.” Well, YOU may feel that way.
Next week I promise to organize this
column to make more sense and even
struggle with the grammar, but ’til
then it has been ....
IMPORTANT SCHEDULES
Listed below are the schedule
hours of some offices and organiza
tions on the campus which you
may like to cut out and keep for
your own convenience in the
future:
Office Hours of the Dean of
Women
Monday through Friday;
8:30 A.M.—9:00 A.M.
11:30 A.M.—12:15 P.M.
1:40 P. M.—2:15 P.M.
4:45 P.M.—5:15 P.M.
7:10 P.M.—7:30 P.M.
Saturday:
8:30 A.M.—12:00 Noon.
1:40 P.M.—2:15 P.M.
4:45 P.M.—5:15 P.M.
7:10 P.M.—7:30 P.M.
Sunday:
8:45 P.M.—9:15 A.M.
12:45 P.M.—1:00 P.M.
2:00 P.M.—5:00 P.M.
7:10 P.M.—7:30 P.M.
Postoffice Hours:
Monday through Friday:
8:00—8:30
1:30—2:00
4:00—4:30
Saturday:
8:00—8:30
1:00—1:30
Bursar’s Office Hours:
Monday through Friday:
9:30—10:30 A.M.
11:00—12:30 A.M.
Saturday:
9:30—12:00 A.M.
Bee-Hive Hours:
Monday through Friday:
8:15—10:30 A.M.
11:00—5:00 P.M.
7:00—7:30 P.M.
10:00—10:30 P.M.
Saturday:
8:15 A.M.—1:30 P.M.
10:30—11:00 P.M.
Sunday:
4:30—5:00 P.M.
J^eig.kborl^ Jsfew^
By SUE PAGE
The latest issue of the Wataugan (N.
C. State’s mag, as everyone knows) has
come out with quite a surprise in jokes.
Did you hear about the cow who ate
Kentucky blue grass and mooed indigo?
And there are various others you get
from collegiate magazines and papers,
such as these:
He: “Are you fond of nuts?”
She: “Is that a proposal?”
—Clemson Tiger.
Professor: “Gentlemen, order!”
Student: “Make mine french fries.”
At Davidson, according to the David
sonian, this rule applies:
“Late to bed
Early to rise
Keeps your roommate
From wearing your ties.”
Customer: “I’d like to try on that
dress in the window.”
Clerk: “Sorry, lady, but you’ll have
to use the dressing-room.”
If any of you students take papers
from other colleges which the Twig
does not, let us in the exchange column
in on the jokes. These jokes may prove
invaluable, as witness this one:
“Advice to the thin:
Don’t eat fast!
Advice to the fat:
Don’t eat, fast!”
We also have the following sad, sad
story:
“The night was growing old
As she trudged through the
snow and sleet;
Her nose was long and cold.
And her shoes were full of feet.”
And have you noticed how much
brighter than people machinery is get
ting to be?
ESCAPE, 1950 VERSION
If the noise in your hall gets too much
for you, or more specifically, if third
Jones gets you down, it’s necessary to
go 209 steps; only 1'77 steps will take
you away from the voice majors of
second Vann. It takes a little more
effort—281 steps—to get away from all
the gaiety on third Stringfield.
Get away to where? Why, the library
of course—the place where you go to
avoid the noisy roommate when there’s
a big test the next day; the place that’s
chock-full of those interesting books
which are carefully devoured for col
lateral—where you can always be found
when that long distance phone call
comes through, or when a term paper
is due the following week.
Besides serving these and other social
and, academic purposes, the Meredith
library holds other attractions. No, not
the men who occasionally drop in. The
primary purpose of a library is to pro
vide books, remember? Did you know
that our library contains lots of the
latest novels and non-fiction which can
be taken out for only a slight fee?
So you don’t have the time to read
the newest books? A teacher once told
me that the more you have to do, the
more free time you will have to do such
things. We’re still trying to figure out
that one.
But let’s get back to the library.
Have you ever noticed the exhibits by
the door leading back to the stacks?
Stop and look it over the next time
you’re in the library. It’s more interest
ing than you might imagine.
Are you wasting money on maga
zines? Believe it or not, all those maga
zines can be found in the library. Look
at the selection in the periodical room
soon—no charge for the reading.
In a borrowed book we found a note
scrawled in the margin of a page, saying
that a feature should have a happy
ending. In this case, the happy result
can be a visit for strictly pleasure and
enjoyment to the second floor of John
son Hall. It’s not too many steps, no
matter where you live!
fUROLYrS
Torer
Personnel manager: “How long did
you work in the other place?”
Applicant: “65 years.”
P.M.: “How old are you now?”
A.: “40.”
P.M.: “Well then, how is that pos
sible?”
A.: “I worked overtime.”
—Elon Maroon and Gold.
(With apologies to Eugene Field)
The anxious girl and the boy from State,
Side by side in the parlor sat;
‘Twas half-past ten and (what do
you know!)
Nor one nor t’other was ready to go!
The gold-framed mirror and the
piano bench
Appeared to know—it was a cinch—
There was going to be a terrible spat.
(I wasn’t there; I'll simply clinch
What was told to me hy the
piano bench!)
The boy from State asked, “Some’p’ns
wrong, now?”
Under her breath the girl said,
“And hew!”
The air was littered a minute or so,
With bits of words you wouldn’t know.
While the gold-framed mirror
against the wall
Turned with its face out toward
the hall.
For it always dreaded a parlor row!
(Never mind; I’m only telling you
What the gold-jramed mirror
declares is true!)
The piano bench looked very broken
And wailed, “Oh dear! What words
are spoken.”
But the anxious girl and the
boy from State
Declared that this was their last date.
Employing every name and word
In the awfulest way you ever heard—
It’s true! Honest-to-goodness I’m
not jokin’!
(Don’t fancy these are merely hints—
I got my news from the piano bench!)
Soon then when it was ten-thirty nine
The parlor was quiet and all in line;
And some folks think unto this night
They had no reason for that fight!
But the truth about the matter lay
In this: he visited on a certain day
But didn’t bring a Valentine!
(The gold-framed mirror has
told me so,
And that is how I came to know.)
The S. M. U. Campus says: You can’t
kiss a girl unexpectedly. The nearest
you can come to it is to kiss her sooner
than expected.
The Iowa State Lantern reports that
the last time one of the fraternities sent
their curtains to the cleaners they re
ceived a letter from one of the fairer
sex:
“Dear Sirs: May we suggest that you
procure curtains for your windows. We
do not care for a course in anatomy.”
The boys immediately wrote back:
“Dear Girls: The course is optional.”
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