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THE TWIG
March 28, 1952
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The alumnae office brings
brings several notes to the atten
tion of Meredith students.
Miss Mae Grimmer is attending
the meeting today of the Dur
ham chapter of the Meredith
Alumnae Association. At the
meeting, which is being held at
the home of Dr. Eleanor Rodwell,
Mrs. J. W. Bunn will speak on
her European tour of last sum
mer.
“MID-CENTURY WOMAN”
(Continued from page one)
the Nation’s Strength.” At 10:30
a.m. the coffee hour will be turned
into the Mad Tea Party spon
sored by the home economics
department, Miss Ellen Brewer
in charge. At 11:30, Dr. Eliza-
Mr. and Mrs. James Porter,
Jr., of Zebulon, announce the
birth of a son, James Brian, on
February 23, 1951. Mrs. Porter
is the former Miss Eloise Frets.
Several ’51 graduates have
been married recently. Among
them is Daphne Bordeaux, now
Mrs. Marcellus B. Pope, III, who
is living in Columbia, S. C.
Leigh Hicks is now Mrs. Charles
Walker Finch and is living in
Texas. Margaret Swann is mar
ried to Lt. Ralph Norman Jones,
U.S.A., and lives in Missouri.
Two other newlyweds are Mrs.
Lawrence C. Clark, Jr., Nee
Margaret Mullican, and Carol
Parker, who is now Mrs. Albert
Stuart and lives in Winston-
Salem, N. C.
A former Meredith student of
the year 1930-31 has recenlty
had published a drawing book
for children, “The Easy Way.”
She is Mrs. Velna Wingate Wil
der of Gaffney, S. C.
FROSH AND SOPHS
ALSO PARTICIPATE
IN JUNIOR-SENIOR
MRS. R. BRUCE WILKINS
beth Vaughan, head of the Soci
ology Department, will speak on
“Woman’s Changing Status.”
Luncheon in the dining hall is
scheduled for 12:30 p.m. At
2:00 p.m. Dr Lillian P. Wallace
will speak on “Woman and In
ternational Affairs.” To close
the seminar, at 3:00 p.m.. Dr.
E. McNeill Poteat of the Pullen
Memorial Church will summa
rize with “The Integrated Wom
an.”
By KATHERINE WAYNICK
April 19 will be a big day for
the juniors and seniors—the date
for Junior-Senior. It will hold
the interest of the sophomores
and freshmen too, for they will
participate in the event.
Whether you witness the pro
cession of cloud-clad “angels”
and their “men of the hour”
from a third Stringfield window
or a second Vann balcony, the
thrill will be the same—that is,
if it doesn’t rain! The freshmen
who will serve the tables will
get a close-up view of the festivi
ties—the dresses, the band, the
food, and the men! Sophomores
and freshmen will present the
entertainment planned by a
junior committee.
The secret of the theme and
its accompanying plans is being
kept from the seniors as well as
from the general public. The
juniors will find great joy in
seeing the surprise and delight
in the faces of the seniors as they
enter the dining hall.
There are evening dresses to
be bought, invitations to be sent,
and much work to be done in
preparation. We’re all looking
forward to the big day.
Book Review
EDITOR WRITES E\S1DE STORY OF TREMAI^^
The Man of Independence by Jonathan
Daniels, Philadelphia, J. B. Llpplncott
Company, 1950, 370 pp.
Not only a presentation of the
life of Harry S. Truman, Presi
dent of the United States, but
also an amazingly clear picture
of the inside workings of the po
litical machine, more specifically
the Democratic political ma
chine, is Jonathan Daniels’ book,
“The Man of Independence.” In
it the author has portrayed Mr.
President as businessman, farm
er, judge of Jackson County, and
finally, as the executive head of
the American government.
In presenting his story he has
shown a Harry Truman who held
in admiration such men as Tom
Pendergast, Joseph Stalin, and
Justice Louis D. Brandeis. He has
shown the consistent New Deal
er, not Tom Pendergast’s “office
boy.” And by presenting so
thorough a picture of inside pol
itics, the reader comes to a new
and deeper understanding of
such figures as Franklin D.
Roosevelt, James Byrnes, Tom
Pendergast, Henry Wallace, and
others.
One is sometimes tempted to
feel that the author is slightly
prejudiced by such statements
as “Harry Truman’s story is not
average but it is symbolic;” he
may arouse indignation among
certain of our population by
comparing the Byrnes-Truman
situation with an earlier, now
sacred, incident in history as the
John Alden-Miles Standish re
lationship following the return
answer of Priscilla Mullens; he
may cause some smiles by his
frequent comparisons of Truman
to other great figures in history,
such as Winston Churchill; he
may appear too pro-Truman
when he endorses a statement
such as (quote Truman): “You
can understand the Russian sit
uation if you understand Jack
son County.”
But most important of all this
book is an analysis of a product
of the American genius, a system
unique in history, made by an
American familiar with his na
tive heritage and the personality
of the American people. One can
not help but feel both admira
tinn and oride in both Mr. Tru
man of Independence, President
and the system of government
which he represents.
Barbara White
By SHELLEY MILLICAN
The Meredith chapter of the
Music Educators’ National Con
ference has recently received
several new members into its
organization. The membership is
primarily made of students go
ing into the teaching profession;
however, any student taking
music education courses is eligi
ble. The M. E. N. C. is having a
national convention in Philadel
phia this week. Miss Forrestine
Whitaker will be present for the
entire convention. All the Mere
dith music student teachers are
teaching in Raleigh schools this
week in order that the regular
teachers may attend the
M. E. N. C. convention. The
Meredith student teachers usu
ally teach at Cary.
Most of us looked forward
to hearing Kirsten Flagstad, who
was on the Civic Music program
Thursday night, March 27. Flag
stad, who came to Raleigh two
years ago, is said to be one of
the world’s greatest Wagnerian
sopranos.
Yes! It’s true! Many of you
will want to listen to Stuart
Pratt’s broadcast each Sunday
afternoon. He has a thirty-min
ute program at 3:00 p.m. over
WPTF. We are delighted to
know this and wish him much
success.
The S. A. I.’s have just invited
several new members into their
organization.
We’ll be looking forward to
Barbara Bone’s voice recital,
which is tonight, March 28, at
8:00 p.m.
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By CHARLOTTE TAYLOR
SILVER SHIELD
(Continued from page one)
Since its infancy in 1933 thous
ands of college girls have wit
nessed the impressive tapping
ceremonies that honored the se
lect few who were most success
ful in fulfilling the requirements
for membership — leadership,
Christian character, scholarship,
and service.
This spring under the adviser-
ship of Dr. Roger Crook and
Miss Julia Harris, four Mere
dith seniors, Dwan Swindell,
Rosalyn Poole, Jean Miller, and
Sally Clark were tapped for
membership into the Silver
Shield, increasing its member
ship to eleven.
“Scholarship is not the main
qualification for membership,”
explains Sally Massey, presi
dent. “To be eligible, however,
a student must have earned
90 quality points by the end
of her sophomore year, 112 by
the end of the first semester of
her junior year, or 157 by the
end of the first semester of her
senior year. When the list of stu
dents who have met these four
qualifications is compiled by the
Silver Shield, it is sent to the
faculty for approval. However,
the Silver Shield itself makes
the final selections.”
Sally Clark, who is majoring
in art and minoring in educa
tion, plans to teach art in the
public school next year. At
Meredith she has been a mem
ber of the “Acorn” and the
TWIG staffs, a freshman coun
sellor and treasurer of Phi so
ciety.
Dwan Swindell, a religion and
sociology major, is not definite
about her future plans. At Mere
dith she has been president of
Faircloth dormitory.
Rosalyn Poole, a primary edu
cation major, is serving as vice-
)resident of the Student Govern
ment. After graduating she plans
to either teach or enter social
work.
Hi Kids! Since Spring is with
us again, and thoughts naturally
turn to the opposite sex, I would
relate an experience that turned
me against the opposite sex.
It all started late one summer
afternoon.
“Another day, another dol
lar,” I gasped, as I fell inside the
front door. I had had a hard day
at the office.
“My goodness,” said my moth
er, “you do look tired. Perhaps
you shouldn’t work any more
this summer.”
“Oh, I’ll live. Mother,” I said,
“I will forget all this misery and
suffering when I am able to pur
chase my winter wardrobe.
Visions of a nice, cool bath,
some clean P. J.’s and a com
fortable bed, ran through my
mind. I was feeling considerably
better when the phone rang.
“Thanks, kiddo, but I really
can’t date anyone for you to
night. I had a beastly day, and
besides my hair is straight.
“I wish you would call some
one else, I have nothing to wear.
“But I hate to borrow clothes,
and besides Mother probably has
something for me to do.
“O. K., don’t get nasty. I don’t
see why you can’t go on without
me. We aren’t Siamese twins.
“I know I’m your best friend!
Well, all right, but he’d better be
a knockout.” (Oh, little did I
know, gentle reader, that I was
the knocked out. )
I’d done my freshly-ironed (2
weeks ago) burlap dress, my
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sandals, and pinned a large
flower over most of my straggly
hair. I was lovely! I was ready
to meet my fate.
My friend burst into the room,
her face an uncontrollable mask
of mirth. She collapsed on the
bed and rolled over and over.
“O. K.,” I said. “Spill it. Is he
two feet tall, bald, and adorned
in knickers, or more horrible
than one is able to describe?”
“He’s four feet six, but that’s
not the worst part.”
“Well, I thought height in
cluded most of a person,” I said,
as I quietly removed my burlap.
“I’ve never dated midgets, and
I’m not starting now.”
“Don’t be a squarehead,” she
said, wiping her eyes.
“Who’s square?” I am usually
very amicable, but this would
test the poise of the most able.”
“We’ll go somewhere where
no one will see you,” she said,
pleadingly. »
“I’m not worried about my
self,” I said.
He was all she had said, and
more. I looked down into his
little face, and said, “I’m glad
to know you, friend,” for I
knew our relationship could be
nothing more.
“Thanks,” he said. “Let’s go.”
As he moved toward the door, I
noticed his feet. They were long
enough to be P. T. boats, and
were enclosed in a startling ar
rangement of black and white
leather. Poor soul, I thought.
Someone has pounded his head
once too often, and the feet have
gotten all of the height.
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When we were settled com
fortably in the car, he rubbed
his hands together and said, “I
feel just like a rousing game
or two of minature golf.”
“Oh,” I said, “Please, I feel
more in the mood for a nice, long
drive. It’s so refreshing to ride
and ride, and breathe in the
aroma of Mother Nature.”
“Boy, I didn’t know I was
dating a poet,” he said, nudging
me in the ribs “Ha, ha, ha,”
several times turning to the
backseat to see if his wittiness
was being appreciated. All the
while I kept a nauseous smile on
my face, which I hoped he took
for my mysterious nature.
As it turned out, he was a shoe
salesman, and evidently, his own
best customer. We took every
shoe available apart and put it
back together during the course
of our ride (conversationally, of
course).
When we finally arrived
home, he stopped the car and
moved toward me. He was evi
dently seeking affection.
“Please,” I said. “Let us not
stain this beautiful friendship
that this night we have shared.
I shall always remember you
and these moments. I must go
in.” I gave a kangaroo leap and
knew no more. I had hit my head
on the door.
The next day my co-workers
asked me smilingly if I had been
beating my head against a wall.
“Yes,” I replied, and began to
file No. 36492.