May 6, 1950
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Thoughts of a Raleighite
By JEAN TAYLOR
April has come and gone, and May
with its warm, almost hot, days is here.
Basketball season has become a mem
ory. . . . They’re playing baseball now,
and Dick Dickey doesn’t play first. It’s
time to put on cottons and take off
socks. . . . We feel very much like
grandmother must have felt when she
was told she no longer had to wear her
long woolens. . . . The joy of summer
time steals over us. Life is really won
derful! We wonder how we’ll spend the
summer that stretches bright and lazy
before us. Summer school? I hope I
never see another book. Carolina?
That’s a thought. Have you got a job for
the summer? Oh, you’re going to soak
up sunshine . . . About this algebra . . .
Only four more weeks of school . . .
Walk home with you? I’d love to, but I
live in Cary. . . . Term papers? I’ll finish
them UD next week. . . . Wasn’t the
Junior-Senior fun? I saw her dress. Did
you notice her date? Wow!
Raleigh will be lonesome this sum
mer without school. State or Meredith?
Depends on your point of view ... I
vow every spring I’ll never go back to
college, but by July I’m ready for school
to open. Of course, I never admit it;
what does Meredith mean to a Raleigh
ite? Buses? Playing bridge on the bed?
Chapel cards? Classes, perhaps? Some
thing else? Rain on Monday? Friend
ship, maybe? Home away from home?
All of these and more . . . Too hot to
think . . . April has come and gone.
A GREETIISC FOR OUR GUESTS
Welcome, high school students, to
Meredith for Hospitality Week-end!
It is one of the many traditions at
Meredith to ask as many friends of
“angels” as we can squeeze into the
dorms to visit us on the week-end of
May Day for a bit of hospitality.
That is our name for seeing that you
high school girls get a glimpse of
life at Meredith, which includes its
work, dormitory life, and, of course, its
fun and frolicking. It is designed pri
marily in the hope that, in this new
association, we can become better ac
quainted. Believe it or not, we want to
know you, what’s been happening back
in our old alma maters, what you’ve
planned for next year and the next.
Meredith has been eagerly looking
forward to this week-end the whole
year, for there are many exciting at
tractions in addition to the long
looked-for May festival. The horse
show, which is comparatively new to
the college, is a special treat, just pre
ceding the May Day ceremonies. Also,
there will be a Glee Club concert,
vespers sponsored by the Sigma Alpha
Iota, the Little Theater plays, and a host
of other attractions which we know
will be enjoyable to visitors and stu
dents alike.
So come out and enjoy yourselves!
Meredith extends a hearty welcome to
you all, and we hope that you will open
your arms to receive your share of our
good ole’ southern hospitality!—J. L.
\SURING IS SURUmr
When you see a girl with a red face
(see cartoon) these days, it isn’t that
she’s blushing or has gained a souvenir
of a man-made sunlamp. It’s only the
return of mistress spring to our campus,
bringing the warm rays of sunshine to
beam alluringly on the sun porches.
Girls who favor that fair face take heed!
In addition to this glowing sign,
spring also brings a beauty to the cam
pus, lost for all the long winter months.
There is the grass so soft to the feet, the
budding trees, the violets that mysteri
ously grow in many dorms, the fountain
that sparkles in the court.
Don’t forget the larger pool though—
this is just its freshman year. The pool,
with the tennis courts and the soft ball
field, is always a good prescription to
take when suffering from that annual
disease of spring fever, which seems to
be in epidemic form. When the day is
over, we hear once again the sound of
voices singing in the court at vesper
time and realize that amidst all this
spring pageant He is with us still. Now
that May Day is here, we hope that all
our visitors to the campus will be so in
spired that they will return next fall
to see the campus from another point of
view.—A.H.
HERE AND THERE
IN OTHER PAPERS
By PHYLLIS NOTTINGHAM
Spring has surely busted out all over
—even with the bugs and dry weather.
Speaking of bugs, I must pay final
tribute to one who has passed out of the
picture.
To a Caterpillar I Have Just Stepped On
Gadzooks, poor caterpillar, I beg your
pardon,
I had no idea we were sharing this
garden.
Your path through the flowers was so
dreadfully faint.
And my treading so haphazard, that
now you ain’t.
The weight of my body and the sole of
my shoe.
Have not been at all advantageous to
you.
Your beautiful coat has been flattened
and ripped.
And the rest of your organs are torn
and adrift.
Alas, what misfortune! That you, of all
creatures.
Should be marked by fate for the loss
of your features.
For, if you had not chosen to roam
under me.
At the end of next winter, you would
have been free.
You see, poor caterpillar, please pardon
my groan,
A butterfly’s happiness would have
been your own.
On summer’s flowers you would doubt
less have bounded.
Had you not met me and been endlessly
grounded. —Spectator.
Another spring thought—dances! And
what is more exciting? Nothing, that is,
if your date is a good dancer. The Con
tact reveals that there are as many dif
ferent kind of dancers as there are of
canned soup. But in general, all dancers
fall, yes, fall, into one of these four
classes: Jitterbugs, Sharpies, Smoothies
and Bashful Beans. Maybe, girls, they
will try to hit a happy medium some
where among the four. Let’s hope so!
I notice from the Daily Tar Heel that
there is a contest for the ugliest man on
campus. I hate to think what he will
look like! (And with all that material
to choose from, says a State fan.)
Right from the dictionary — at any
rate, halfway from it: Bride — a hit-
and-miss situation: if you don’t make a
hit, you remain a miss.
Golf—a game wherein a little white
ball is chased by men too old to chase
anything else.
Wedding—a funeral where you smell
your own flowers.
—Boston University News.
A last bit of advice: if you ever get in
hot water, be nonchalant—just take a
bath. —Spectator.
ASTROS, PHIS HAKE
AEEDED CHANGES
There was a time when the Astro and
Phi societies were the only organiza
tions on our campus, but now there are
clubs representing every phase of
academic life. This fact was considered
by both societies, and it was decided
that, since there are other clubs to serve
literary purposes, the Philaretians and
Astrotektons need not be termed liter
ary. In a meeting of the presidents and
vice-presidents of the societies and a
group of the faculty, the need for a
change was discussed. It was decided
that the societies would be social rather
than literary. The names of the socie
ties have been changed to simply the
Philaretian Society and the Astrotekton
Society.
The Phi constitution has been rewrit
ten for the first time in several years by
Peggy Benbow. The new aim of the
Phis, as stated by Maggie Leatherman,
this year’s president, is as follows: “To
seek to advance within each member
creativeness for personality develop
ment by providing experiences for such
development.” Next year’s officers were
elected at a meeting on Wednesday
night, April 26. They are as follows:
Virginia Jones, president; Dot Fisher,
vice-president; Betty Jo Smith, secre
tary; Sally Clark, treasurer; Pat
Smathers, sergeant at arms; Betty
Yates, chief marshal; Marguerite
Smith, senior marshal; Asha Farrior,
junior marshal; and Ann Horton, sopho
more marshal.
“To promote more society spirit and
more campus spirit is the aim of the
Astros,” stated Sonny Burnham, next
year’s Astro president. Astro officers for
the coming year are Sonny Burnham,
president; Diane Newton, vice-presi
dent; Jane Luther, secretary; Martha
Sue Smith, treasurer; Doril Williams,
sergeant-at-arms; Frances Anne Est-
ridge, chief marshal; Billie Smith, sen
ior marshal; and Ruth Cole, sophomore
marshal.
On May 10, the Astrotektron and
Philaretian Societies will hold their
final meetings for the year 1949-50. At
this time the two societies will have
their formal, candlelight installation
services for the new officers. Both
groups look forward to a prosperous
year with their very capable new of
ficers.
And they will work together after
Rush Week to provide recreation, train
ing in public speaking, and acting as
hostess.
TO OUR READERS
The calendar has brought
us almost to the end of an
other school year, and with
the passing of time comes
another staff of writers and
ad-getters to give you the
TWIG. We of the new staff
would like to hear from you,
the students—we solicit your
views on what is good on our
campus, as well as what you
think could he improved.
If you feel stirred enough
to write a guest editorial for
our columns, we will wel
come your contribution. Let
ters to the Editor, too, are not
hard to write. Try your hand
at it the next time you find
yourself saying “This could
be done better,” or “We
should thank them for that.”
Writing a column is terribly hard to
do At first glance, it seems so simple—
you think “I could do that easily, and
wonderfully well.” Then you sit and
look at the blank paper before you as
the clock ticks away in your ears, and
soon you start writing “bromides” like
these. A start is a beginning, anyway,
and who knows on what note it will
end.
For instance, I could recall that Dr.
Harris said in a chapel talk awhile back
that there is always one right word to
give one’s meaning, and while substi
tutions may be used, none will fit as ,
well as the exact word. My vote goes to
Dr. Campbell as the man who always
has the right word!
Last week-end some dates were word
less at the banquet when they discov
ered that freshmen also attended the
Junior-Senior as helpers for the Big
Sisters. The ferocious Lucifer (alias
Geoffrey Chaucer, the cat) stole the
show when he escaped from Judy
Moore, his tamer. Wild animals just
naturally go to a circus, whether they’re
invited or not.
Did you hear about the girl who
went to a meeting that was posted on
the bulletin board—and found that the
meeting had been very interesting when
it had been held the year before?
Life, however, is full of injustices.
You know who got those adorable
garters that were given away at the
Phi Fashion Show. Brides-to-be never
get left out, but, if you’re only hopeful,
all you ever get is just encouragement.
I want to give all my hope away by
joining all the Meredith students in
hoping that all the high school students
wandering around have a wonderful
time this week-end. I know that State
is looking forward to helping us enter
tain them!
Meredith has just received a valuable
addition to its staff. Due to the fore
sightedness of Miss Cunningham, we
now have a frog stationed at the pool
to demonstrate the flutter-kick. With
that—I leave!
Education Can Be Fun
“Let’s be science majors,” all the girls
are saying. “We’ll be willing to slave
just to get to go on the annual Beaufort
trip to visit the Duke Marine Labora
tories.”
After extended scientific investiga
tions, the lucky group discovered rare
and interesting specimens of plant and
animal life—especially animals in Phy
lum Male, Class Marine. One investiga
tion of this important phylum led to a
tour of one of the marine boats that had
docked for the week-end. Each girl was
given a lively assignment as usual, but
this time it included a real marine! All
were royally entertained.
Saturday the members went on a
true biological tour to a tiny island. Dr.
John Yarborough obligingly played
“horsey” for all the girls and carried
them through the water to the boat.
Mrs. Kelman even got to ride. Dr. Kel-
man must have been elsewhere at that
time!
Some of our prominent scientists
need more experience. Several girls
tenderly picked up a large, live jellyfish
unaware, of course, of its power. A
fiddler crab had a nice meal from one
finger.
"They did find, however, that they
could be good housekeepers. The mem
bers took turns at K. P. duty in their
week-end cottage, and, when they
packed up to leave, floor, windows—
everything—was scientifically gleaming.
Sunday Atlantic Beach was taken by
storm, and frozen girls enjoyed splash
ing in the water.
What could be more fun or more edu
cational than a trip such as this one?
See why I’ve decided science is THE
THING?