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THE TWIG
November 21, 1951
MISS LATTIE RHODES
For the nsist two and one-half weeks,
someone has definitely been inissed at
Meredith. She is Miss Lattie Rhodes,
who for thirty-one years has served as
Dr. Carlyle Campbell’s secretary and as
one of Meredith’s finest friends.
Since her sudden illness, it has been
strange not to see the neat little lady
with the graying hair and sparkling
eyes bending over her flower garden,
exp>erimenting with some new delicacy
in the kitchen, or typing busily in the
president’s office.
The latest report on Miss Rhodes is
that of her “decided improvement.” At
the first of this week, she was trans
ferred from Rex Hospital in Raleigh to
the home of her sister, Mrs. W T.
Crump, in Scotland County near Wa-
^^\\^ll-loved by both students and the
administration. Miss Rhodes has
personified Meredith’s spirit of helpful
ness and friendliness. Certainly no one
has been more interested in the general
college activity than has Miss Rhodes.
Her “other love” is her church work.
For many vcars, she was superintendent
of the intermediate department at Tab
ernacle Baptist church, later becoming
a charter member of Forest flills
Church, where she has held various of
fices. Before coming to Meredith, Miss
Rhodes was on the administration staffs
of Coker college in Hartsville, S. C., and
Judson college in Marion, Ala.
Each member of the college family
sends her heartfelt wishes for a speedy
recovery to you. Miss Rhodes, for no
one can type faster, cook tastier waffles,
or cultivate prettier African violets than
you.”
Heaven.” They came from the Father.
Did we think Him for them?
There was a talent the other day.
Perhaps it was reflected while one sat
at the piano or pulled a bow across the
strings* of a violin to create beautiful
music. Perhaps it was the talent of
making peopfe happy, of building a
home, or of speaking words of faith
and love. But whatever the gift, it came
from the Father. Did we pause to thank
Him for it?
There was a Book the other day. It
contained wonderful words of life. The
lines seemed sealed with the hand of
God, for it told men how to live. Its
truths gave Light and that Light bright
ened the pathway of Life. It came as a
guide from the Father. Have we thanked
Him for it?
There was a place the other day-—
the place of prayer when “Heaven’s
matchless power, responsive moved to
our insistent plea.” It came as a beautiful
gift from the Father. Did we thank Him
for it?
Yes, there were so many things the
other day—a mother’s love, a father s
selflessness, a baby’s precious sweetness,
churches lifting their spire as if to point
men up to God. There was the Christ, the
unspeakable Gift from the Father who
so loved the world that He gave the
world a Way to follow, a Truth to know,
a life to live. Have we thanked God for
Him?
Miss Janet Robinson,
Bible Instructor, Central
High School, Charlotte,, N. C.
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LINES TO A DAUGHTER
One of the things you really should
know
Is when to say “yes,” and when to say
Jooling^
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“no.”
PSALM 100
EVERY GOOD AND PERFECT
GIFT
“Every good and perfect gift is from
above and cometh down from the
Father.” a
There was a sunset the other day. it
was scattered over the glowing sky with
splendid colorings. There was the music
of rain, the dew like glittering gems on
slender blades of grass, the sound of
wind singing in the pines, and glorious
autumn days when every tree was
dressed triumphantly. There were stars
“blossoming in the infinite meadows ot
Make a joyful noise unto the Lord, all
ye lands.
Serve the Lord with gladness; come be
fore his presence with singing.
Know ye that the Lord He is God; it is
He that hath made us, and not we our
selves; we are His people, and the
sheep of His pasture.
Enter into His gates with thanksgiving,
and into His courts with praise; be
thankful unto Him and bless His name.
For the Lord is good; His mercy is ever
lasting; and His truth endureth to all
generations.
There aren’t any textbooks; there aren’t
many rules;
The subject’s neglected in orthodox
schools.
You can’t be consistent; there’s often a
reason
For changing your mind with a change
in the season.
You may be quite right in accepting at
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Suggestions you’d better refuse at
eleven.
Say “yes” to the bashful young man at
the dance,
“No” to the man who’s been living in
France,
“Yes” to a walk in the park in the rain,
“Yes” if he asks for a chance to explain,
“No” to all slacks unless you’re thin,
“No” to that imnulse to telephone him,
“Yes” to a baby* and “No” to a bore,
“No” if you’re asked if you’ve heard it
before.
“Yes” to a Saturday, “No” to a Monday,
“Yes” to a salad, “No” to a sundae,
“No” if he’s misunderstood by his wife,
“Yes” if you want it the rest of your
life.
Remember, my darling, careers and
carresses
Depend on our choices of “noes” and of
“yesses.”
“The Tattler”
Ah—vacation time has at last rolled
around. Didn’t it seem as though to^y
would never get here? Golly, I can ]U
smell the turkey • cooking now. Wo^it U
be good to get home away from all tne
work to just eat and sleep imtff our big
hearts are content? Um-m-m. But won
der how long it will take us to get
homesick for Meredith again? IH let
you in on a little secret—it wont take
too long a time for me to be wishing 1
were right back here—strange?
In rambling through some old papers
I ran across this and thought I might
pass it on to you gals.
“MEN”
(With apologies to Shakespeare)
Men are what women marry.
They have two hands, two feet,
And sometimes two wives, but
Never more than one idea and
One collar button all the time.
Making a husband out of a man
Is the highest plastic art known
To civilization. It requires science.
Sculpture, common sense, faith,
Hope and charity.
If you flatter a man, you scare
Him to death. If you let
Him make love to you, he tires
Of you in the end;
And if you don’t, he tires of
You in the beginning.
Jf^etter^ to the Cditor
Dear Editor:
Maybe It’s The One They’re Looking For—
Mcabo
P5)Ocidted GoHe6ici0
editorial staff
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Columnist Betsy Cannady, Phyllis
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Thanksgiving’s with us again, so
hand us the hatchet and bring out
the bicarb; or, in the case of us day girls
should we say, “drag out the dish towel
and roll out the vacuum cleaner,” cause
our mammas always decide to do spring
or fall or winter house cleaning, as the
case may be, when we have our holi
days.
You boarding students are lucky;
when you return home after a half
semester’s hard plugging, families pe
overjoyed to see you and never think
of requesting chores; but when we go
home announcing, “Hey, I’m home for
the holidays!” we are greeted with,
“Oh, it’s you, Again, and just in time to
cook dinner, and when you flnish that
you can—etc., etc., etc.” Seriously, we
all have a great deal to be thankful for,
the pleasant, playful gripping we are
light-hearted enough to do not being
the least. i.
Our number is not daunted by
thoughts of impending slavery. We are
still the social butterflies, what with the
round of parties, football games and the
like. A new twist to the social event has
come into our midst, former day stu
dents who are working and living in
various parts of the state have been
staging week end entertainments for
those of us who still remain to do
battle.
This week’s ten-dollars-worth-of-good-
advise part of our column is dedicated to
college fashions and to those of us who
have long been troubled about what to
wear. While thumbing through a fash
ion magazine called “Clabber” or “Clut
ter” or “Goiter” or something of the
sort, our attention was called to the fact
that the college girl often has a hard
time choosing suitable colthes for
various functions from her wardrobe.
Well, except for the freshmen who have
new clothes, this problem is nothing.
One simply has a *M.W.F. dress and a
Today in America, Thanksgiving does
not seem to have the meaning it once
had. We seem to have drifted away from
the true meaning of Thanksgiving. It
could mean only this to us—a holiday
and a visit home to see the family .Or it
may mean a few days without classes, a
football game, or a turkey dinner with
all the trimmings. Do we really remem
ber why we celebrate Thanksgiving?
The pilgrims and the Indians were
the first to celebrate Thanksgiving here
in America. For them, it was a day
in which they could offer praises to God
for all the bountiful blessings He had
given during the year. They did not
have too much clothing and food, but
they were thankful.
We have so much to be grateful for
here in America. We, as students,
should offer our heartfelt thanks for the
privilege of coming to school, for our
families who are sending us, and for
the many things that are often taken
for granted. Let us in our hearts re
member what Thanksgiving really
means. May we say with the Psalmist,
“Let us come before His presence with
Thanksgiving, and make a joyful noise
unto Him with praises.”
Sincerely,
Susan Ratliff
If you believe everything
He says, you soon cease to
Interest him, and if you argue
With him in everything, you
Soon cease to charm him. If
You believe what he tells you.
He thinks you’re crazy, and
If you don’t, he thinks you’re
A cynic.
If you wear gay colors, rouge
And startling hats, he hesitates
To take you out; and if you
Wear a little brown suit, he
Takes you out and stares at
Women in gay clothes, rouge
And a startling hat.
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If you are the clinging vine
Type, he doubts whether you
Have a brain, and if you are a
Modern advanced and
Independent woman, he doubts
Whether you have a heart.
If you are silly, he
Longs for a mate, and if
You are brilliant, he longs for a play
mate. If you
Are popular with other men.
He is jealous, and if you
Are not, he is afraid to marry
A wall-flower.
T.T.S. dress and considers herself well
dressed—or dressed, shall we say. Some
one, however, pointed out once that by
wearing M.W.F. dress, and T.T.S. dress
on W. and T., one could seemingly have a
large wardrobe, as far as people in
M. and T. classes were concerned—This
will not work if the same people are in
both classes.
Before, we, in our confusion, discover
a new atomic formula, let’s discuss the
perfect dress for class—something bag
like and bulky with a hood so we can
hibernate when cold, color-black for
wiping up ink stains and for sinking
into obscurity in when called on to re
cite, and equipped with large pockets
for books, Kleenex, Balogna sandwiches
and the like.
“Timely Tip,” never wear bright
colors to class. You will be called on
more. One girl of our acquaintance wore
a screaming pink sweater to class one
day and recited seven times; whereas,
in her “old black thing” she was able to
dream the hour away.
It is easy to remake clothes so that
no one can recognize them—take that
black blouse with the thread-bare
THANKSGIVING DAY
We give Thee thanks, O Lord!
Not for the armed legions, marching in
their might,
Not for the glory of the well-earned
fight
Where brave men slay their brothers
also brave;
But for the missions of Thy sons who
work—
And do Thy ask wih joy, —and never *
shirk,
And deem the idle man a burdened
slave:
For Thee, O Lord, Our Thanks!
We give Thee thanks, O Lord!
Not for the palaces that wealth has
grown
Where ease is worshipped—duty dimly
known.
And pleasure leads her dance the -
flowery way;
But for the quiet homes where love is
queen
And life is more than baubles, touched
and seen,
And old folks bless us, and dear children
play;
For these, O Lord, our thanks!
Robert Bridges
front and the pleated sleeves, who would
ever know that it was once “old reliable”
black pleated skirt, reversed?
See you again,
Dottie.