February 20, 1959
THE TWIG
Page three
To Each Her Own
By FRANCES CAUDLE
“Just leave all my things where
I've left them and I’ll put them
away Monday morning l^fore my
English X exam.”
With these words a carefree girl
leaves her roommate and room on
Friday afternoon and departs for a
week-«nd blast at Carolina. She is
a platinum blonde and is decked
out in a smart outfit that looks de
cidedly collegiate. Even her luggage
is plastered with stickers from Duke,
Wake Forest, Carolina, State and
West Point.
Didn’t we hear her mention a
faint word about exams? She must
not be very worried about exams if
she’s taking off for Carolina. She
must have studied for at least two
weeks before now and have gotten
all her material well in hand. Let’s
not worry about her since she
seems to be doing all ri^t. Let’s
find out about her roommate seated
at the desk.
Now, here’s another picture. This
girl looks as if she were in the last
stages of malnutrition and it’s defi
nitely been two weeks since she -last
combed her hair. Her small dark
circled eyes are hidden behind
horn-rimmed glasses, but she stares
fixedly at the history anthology be
fore her. Her words to us are “What
am I doing? Are you nuts? Exams
begin tomorrow and I’ve just got
to make at least one ‘C’.”
Now we have a picture of two
people at the same threshold, but
they seem to be approaching from
two very different roads. Maybe we
need to find out something about
the events leading up the present
time.
The blonde, whom we shall call
Gloria, has really gotten an educa
tion her first semester in college.
She can tell you the names of every
fraternity brother in any fraternity
within a three-hundred-mile radius.
She can’t spell the names, nor could
she write any of the brothers a
readable letter; but she’s in there
pitching. She would tell you that
her studies do not worry her in the
least. “After all, one must know
something about the world if one is
to latch on to a three Cadillac mil
lionaire.” Her parents would tell you
that Gloria is doing very well in
college. She’s had two proposals and
has only been on strict campus three
times so far. “Grades? Why she
has assured us that her grades are
far above the average so we ex
pect an exceUent report from the
college president.”
That other being, whom we shall
dub Gwendolyn, is not acquainted
with One fraternity brother. She
doesn’t even know that fraternities
exist outside Webster’s dictionary.
But, our “Einstien” can give you
from memory, a complete list of the
countries of the world and knows (he
name of every character in The
Odessey. Gwendolyn would let you
know that she’s very worried atlout
those exams. She doesn’t have time
for frivolities right now because
her, grades aren’t “too • good” and
she’s got to keep that scholarship.
Her parents would tell you that
Gwen hasn’t made a complete ad
justment. to her studies as yet. “We
are hoping for the best and expect
ing the worse.”
Now we’ve briefly seen our two
young ladies through one semester
of college. Let’s step ahead al5out
three weeks and see if things are
still the same. .
The dorm room is still the same
and both girls are in the room, but
one is going out the door. Who is
it? Why, Gwendolyn, of course. She
made Dean’s List and her parents
were so overjoyed that they pre
sented her with a new wardrobe
and their blessings. Now she is off
for a full attack on the faternity
houses.
Wait? What about Gloria? That
couldn’t be she sitting at the desk!
But, it is! Unfortunately, Gloria’s
grades weren’t quite what she had
experted. In fact, she practically
had no grades at all. Her parents
received quite a jolt when grades
arrived. Consequently, Gloria must
study and study hard before she
gets back her sticker covered lug-
gage-
It tears your heart out, doesn’t
it? Every story must have a moral
and ours is no exception. Here goes:
“Live, love, and be merry, but don’t
forget that every dog has his day!
LAUNDRY LAMENT
By nature, I am not a very tidy
or a very organized person. I have
a tendency to leave things lying
'around and to leave things undone.
Occasionally, however (usually late
in the night after many hours of
study) the condition of my room
becomes too much for me to stand
and I make a solemn resolution to
do better. This resolution being
made, I fall happily into my un
made bed, glad to think that in the
future things will be different.
Morning comes all too soon and,
after angrily choking the alarm
clock, I ruefully remember my
reformation. To back down at this
point, 1 feel, would be an admission
of weak character; so out I hop.
Determined to do this right, I take
all the cover from my bed and make
it up — carefully. About this time,
roommate sleepily raises her head
and quizzically inquires, “Why did
you make up your bed? Today is
laundry day; I don’t see why you
never remember.” I don’t see why
I never remember either; but it
never fails. So what do I do? I take
my sheets, etc., off and fold them.
Later in the day I will take them to
the laundry, get my clean sheets,
and put them oi^ the bed. Making
up a bed twice in. one day is just
too much — I wUl have put out
my bed-making energy supply for
the week and the rest of the week
the bed must remain unmade.
It seems that all my good in
tentions come to naught. Last week
I offered (another resolution, I of-
fered) to take and brine the laun
dry for the suite. Merrily tripping
down to the basement, I tripped —
with somewhat less than merry re
sults. After deciding that no tones
were broken, 1 discovered that four
sets of sheets, pillowcases, towels,
and washclothes were strewn along
the stairs. Several trying minutes
later (have you ever tried to locate
in a hurry nametags on eight
sheets?) I had listed four sets and
picked up four sets.
My suite was singularly unsym
pathetic and fussed about my
having taken so long, After every
one had finished remaking her bed
someone, starting to put up her
towels, shrieked, “There are not
my towels! (suspenseful pause)
These are not my sheets!” A check
proved that the four sets of laundry
taken from the basement belonged
to four people other than the oc
cupants of my suite. By then the
laundry was closed and my suite
held me personally responsible for
our lack of sheets. (Owners claimed
those we had.)
I warn you, don’t try to be help
ful or efficient — it doesn’t pay
. . . especially where laundry is
concerned.
Rain: Pro and Gon
By MARY ANN BROWN
Back in the earlier years of my
education I learned that the windy
and rainy season in India is called
the monsoon. 1 never thought that
I would be able to observe a mon
soon season first-hand; but that was
before 1 came to Meredith — a
monsoon area in all but name. From
mid-fall until spring it rains and the
wind blows. Some weeks the
weather is better than at other times
and we have a few non-rainy days.
Why, once my sophomore year it
only rained three days out of seven.
Unbelievable, isn’t it?
This almost - incessant rain has
both advantages and disadvantages.
If one happens, by some stroke of
luck, not to have early morning
classes, the rain makes sleeping late
even more of a joy (that is, if one
— by some other stroke of luck —
is able to sleep through the early
morning noise). To send a room
mate and suitemates off to 8:30
classes in a downpour, knowing that
one can go back to sleep ... ah,
that is one of the pleasures of col
lege life. The rain also helps when
it comes to breaking a date which
was made in a moment of madness
or when fatigue prevented the in
vention of a good excuse. '“I’d love
to go, but I’ve had this perfectly
beastly cold all week and I’m just
afraid to go out in this-rain. Maybe
you’d give me a rain check on
it. . . This is an answer which
is absolutely safe. There is no pos
sibility that said boy wUl be able
to find a rain-free week-end; and
that cold could prove to be very
persistent. Another advantage of the
rain is its help in deciding what to
wear. .Since one must always wear
a raincoat, what goes under it will
seldom be seen and is thus rela
tively unimportant. And so long as
it rains the sqcks issue is likewise
unimportant — rubber boots are
very hard to see through.
Of course the rain has many dis
advantages. If one has curls which
are aUergic to rain, Meredith is not
the place to come to school; one
who insists on coming here must
resign herself either to permanent
seclusion or to permanently straight
hair. It does no good to buy pretty
hats — unless they are water re
pellent; it does no good to plan a
picAic — unless you have a tent;
it does no good to go to phys. ed.
unless you can manage a horse, a
tennis racket, or a golf club with
one hand ... the other must be
free to hold an umbrella.
It is said that girls look back
fondly on their college days, remem
bering the dates, the friends, the
classes. Meredith girls, too, remetn-
ber these things — AND THE
RAIN!
Music Box
By MARGARET HURST
Those of you who did not see
Don Giovanni do not know what
an enriching experience you missed.
Mr. Blanchard takes particular de
light in discussing the presentation
with all who saw it. The girls cer
tainly all fell in love with the hero,
and the piano students received a
great deal of insight mto the real
Mozart. Next time, maybe those
who doubted the greatness of the
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show will listen to the advice of our
wise professors.
The chorus, with new members
this semester, worked with enthusi
asm during Religious Focus Week.
Evidently their work impressed
some students, for several girls have
asked if they could still join. This
writer is very proud to be associated
with such a group and hopes that
you appreciate their efforts to give
you a good performance.
The Light Touch: Mumps hit one
member of our department — hope
she will be the only one . , . a
beautiful diamond for the one and
only senior music major . . . fresh
men looking forward to the meat
balls they heard us sophomores rave
about. . . Miss Swanson’s approval
of our disgust with our harmony
.results — a healthy sign, she says
. . . Ensemble sang at the Cham
ber of Commerce banquet, a big af
fair in Raleigh.
Backstagf
By SUE MATZNER
In January the Playhouse voted
to give “Cry Havoc” for the Spring
production. The play required
twelve women, and since only eight
tried out, the Playhouse took emer
gency action and voted to give
•‘Ladies in Retirement,” a lively,
unusual play by Edward Pency and
Reginald Denham. Fortunately,
only six women and one man were
needed.
The action occurs in the home
of Lenora Fiske (Marilyn Pruette),
a retired actress living in a remote
house with her housekeeper, Ellen
Creed (Sarah Helms), Their only
company is Sister Theresa from a
nearby convent, played by Bar
bara Sue Johnson. The plot is com
plicated by the arrival of Ellen’s
two simple-minded sisters, Louisa
(Sue Matzner) and Emily (Zelma
Greene) and their nephew, Alfred
Feather, a fugitive from the police
played by Carl Whiddon. The maid,
Lucy Gilham (Wanda Newell),
adds to the confusion.
Students are urged to sign up for
backstage committees. Lists will be
posted on both bulletin boards.
Alsp, EVERYONE is invited to the
production, March 20 and 21.
THE EYEBALL
By WHEDBEE
“A man must have a certain
amount of intelligent ignorance to
get anywhere.” — Kettering.
I guess we humans can never be
satisfied in any situation, Utopian
or otherwise. Recently in one of
tlie frequently extended lunch lines
there was overheard a conversation
between Judy Mac and a freshman
girl who was inquiring the class
status of the former. When Judy
replied that she was a junior, the
girl sighed, “Oh you’re so lucky!
Aren’t you glad you don’t have
to take all these hard freshman sub
jects?”
I guess at times upperclassmen
can be particularly baffling. In one
of my chem labs I proceeded to
splash potassium hydroxide on my
visage which for the benefit of you
layman has the tendency to make
the human flesh more “holely” than
righteousness. Desiring to tnaintain
the presence of a nose I threw my
head under the water faucet to wash
off the potent brew when a Chem
istry 1 student entered and in
wide eyed astonishment inquired,
“Would you mind telling me why
you haVe your head under the water
faucet?”
Louise White was asked this
question after a discussion of the
development and trends of the arts
in a History 2 class when she sub
stituted for an absent faculty mem
ber: “Where exactly will we go now
. . . just where are we at the mo
ment?” Her answer, “ in con
fusion.”
Perfectly “shocking” what these
Meredith girls come up with ....
Farewell
State College Fine
Arts festival
The North Carolina State College
second annual Fine Arts Festival
will continue through Sunday, Feb
ruary 22. Tonight I at 8:00 in the
College Union ballroom, the Village
Players will present “The Four
Poster.” At the same hour, the film.
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“Animal Farm,” will be shown in
the Union theater. On Saturday,
February 21, Senator Estes Ke-
fauver will speak at 3:00 in the Col
lege Union ballroom. At 3:00 on
Sunday afternoon, February 22, the
Winthrop College modem dance
group will perform.
The fourth annual good de
sign show, featuring “Good Design,
’59” will continue through Friday,
March 20 in the College Union gal
lery. The show contains the best in
pulp and paper products manufac
tured in North Carolina.
The purpose of the Festival, to
quote the State Technician, is “to
bring the best in art, drama, litera
ture and music to State College and
the city of Raleigh.
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