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THE TWIG
October 16, 1959
FOU N DERS' DAY OFFERS OPPORTUNITY
Today is lived in the light of the past and in the hope of the future. Just
as each of us thinks back over experiences of early years, so Meredith
College reminisces about her youth. Annually we as a college community
pause to observe Founders' Day. Becausc not only the present student
body, but also those persons long associated with Meredith participate,
we have the unique privilege of examining the core of this institution—
her purpose, her ideals, and her challenges. A rich storehouse of tradition
has been built up since the year 1891, and it is ours to know and to use.
A visitor to our campus would doubtless be aware first of the expansion
and improvements underway. Those of us who are members of the class
of 1960 have seen more than three years of progress; the rest, a little
less. Unconsciously we sit in new desks, sometimes remembering the faith
ful companions of the temporary buildings, We are proud of the institution
of which we are a part, and rightly so. We know the years ahead will mean
more work toward giving young women a college education here at Mere
dith College. What does this education entail? We must each of us answer
the question through our own experience and in view of our own purpose
in life.
October 30 will have a variety of meanings for us. Seniors will have
their initial encoimter with the awesome caps and gowns; new students
will attend their first Founders’ Day service; and we will all be hostesses to
those friends of Meredith who want to share the occasion with us. What
ever the function be, we miss a vital part of the life on our campus when
we ignore it. We do not want all of our questions answered for us, but we
seek food from which we may reach our own decisions. Unless we listen,
we cannot hear. We live today to make the most out of every moment of
it, but we do not stand alone.
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THE PRESENT-YESTERDAY’S FUTURE
A chapel speaker recently suggested that we, in spending so much of
our time and effort working toward the future, are neglecting the present.
Such an attitude is evident in many aspects of modem life—to people of
all ages, tomorrow is a magic word. Tomorrow is a time in which all prob
lems will disappear, all wishes will be granted, and all wistful thinking
become reality.
It is only to be expected that man should live for tomorrows; and, in
fact, it is to be desired. If man did not plan ahead and if he did not work
toward the future, progress would never come. The danger to which our
speaker referred was the danger of living only for the future.
This danger, it seems, applies particularly to us as young people and
as college students. Here we are in a relatively isolated community, asso
ciating most often only with others in the same situation. All of us are
looking toward a particular goal—to pass a course, to do well when we
get into our major field, to graduate. After graduation, we look forward
to further study, to a career, to marriage, or to any combination of the
three.
We look forward to the future, and indeed we should. But if we live
only for tomorrow we will discover, sadly, that tomorrow never comes.
We must prepare for the future; and preparation involves somewhat more
than just dreaming.
The expression, “what we are to be we are now becoming,” has been
used so often that it may have lost some of it.s meaning; but nevertheless
the thought it expresses is significant. The future awaits us and we face
it gladly and hopefully. We must remember, however that today is all that
remains of some yesterday’s rosy future. We should facc the future with
hope, and with determination, and with the realization that today does
matter.
M. A. B.
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ed. notes
The article taken from Dr. Lewis’
honor code talk is printed for the
benefit of upperclassmen who were
not here for Orientation and for
new students who might like to
think again along the lines he sug
gested. The Honor Code is one of
the most significant aspects of Mere
dith life, and the freshmen are in
deed fortunate to have heard it dis
cussed so meaningfully.
Seniors are reminded that there
is still time to apply for the Wood
row Wilson Fellowships. These fel
lowships provide graduate work for
those interested in the college teach
ing profession. Full information on
the plan was given in the Twig
October 2, 1959. Also it would be
worthwhile for sophomores and
juniors interested in college teach
ing to consult Dean Peacock as to
courses advisable.
The two-days'instead-of-four was
not the only different thing about
Rush Week this year. Those of us
who have been here other years re
member rain, and mud puddles, and
morning serenades when one was
standing in about a foot of water.
Seniors, particularly, are happy
to hear that the faculty presenta
tion of Alice in Wonderland will
probably be given in the spring.
This is one of Meredith’s traditions
that we have heard a great deal
about, and we would not want to
miss seeing it.
Girls looking in on the home
management house — in various
stages of its construction — have
been most favorably impressed.
Many features draw varied com
ments, and some girls insist a certain
room or a certain view is better
than others; but one thing always
gets the same reaction: “Oh!
There’s a f-i-r-e-p-l-a-c-e!”
Returning students can’t stop
commenting on the changing cam
pus scene. It does seem strange to
look at old pictures and see the two
long wooden buildings which were
‘We pledge . . . our sacred honor’
(The following article is taken from the talk Dr. John M. Lewis made to
the new students at the honor code service during Orieatatioa.)
You have read, and I hope will re-read many times more, the statement
of Meredith's purpose as a Chiristian college. This statement is our North
Star, our compass, our road map. Without claiming that we are perfect in
its achievement, we claim it without apology as the objective in all we seek
to do. This statement of purpose is clear, concise, and comprehensive.
I derive a genuine thrill every time I read it. That you may share that thrill
with me, let me read it now in your hearing;
The pu^se o£ Mere^th College is to develop in its students
the Christian attitude toward the whole of life, and to prepare
them for intelligent citizenship, homemaking, graduate study,
and for professional and other fields of servige. Its intention is to
provide not only thorough instruction, but' also culture made
perfect through the religion of Jesus Christ. These ideals of
academic integrity and religious influence have always been
cherished at Meredith.
The way we conduct ourselves in relation to the college and to each
other needs definition if we are to be free to pursue adequate answers to
these questions: What kind of person do I want to be? What shall I do
with my life? Every distinctive community has not only the right but the
responsibility to institute those rules, requirements, and regulations which
will preserve its self-identity and character.
With the Christian principle of the supreme worth of the individual at
the center of our life and work, a large area of our community existence,
therefore, comes under the responsibility of the self-government of the
student body.
The appeal is made to the personal honor and integri^r of each indi
vidual. Hence, life at Meredith is based upon the Honor Code, drawn up,
defined, and for the most part administered by students.
Since ninety-nine per cent of the student body professes affiliation with
some religious body and since one hundred per cent of the students are
aware of the Honor Code before accepting or being accepted by Mere
dith College, it is reasonable and proper to expect our students to show
absolute integrity in all matters. This does not mean a hypocritical pre-'
tension of perfection on the part of anyone. It means that we are serious
about our ideals, that we are to be honest and truthful at all times in all
matters.
The Honor Code means the individual student is the one first responsible
for her own conduct. Occasional unconscious and unintentional fractions
of rules and regulations arc bound to occur; and when they do, the student
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on the far side of the Bee Hive.
One such group of reminiscing sen
iors was considerably sobered (and
made considerably over-conscious
of their advanced age) when some
one remarked, “And just think. In
a few years, no one will remember
that two buildings were there.” This
situation can Im remedied. Girls,
be sure to show your daughters pic
tures of how Meredith USED to
look — “way back when you were
in school.”
A Shot In The Dark
By NANCY SHEARIN
It is midnight.
Nothing surprising about it ex
cept maybe the realization that life
goes on after we are asleep and
the more pertinent revelation that
a columnist can’t very well be pro
lific or moralistic or even wide
awake at such an hour.
I am, however, steady enough to
remember a certain deadline. So —
let’s dispense with any attempt at
cleverness or sensibility or organi
zation and taking midnight as an
excuse, let us ramble or sleep-walk
a little. . . .
The autumn night sounds are
changed a little from those of sum
mer. The rain has somehow intensi
fied their beauty — the tones are
wet and warm.
The wind flaps a yellow window
shade that is not yellow in the night.
Everything is black — bed is black
and cold; pillow is black and soft;
raindrops arc black and clear.
Going nowhere. That’s what sleep
is. Now you’re here; now you’re
gone. Is the “gone”’girl the same
as the “here” girl, I wonder? Getting
to nowhere can be a problem though
— some people have to count sheep
. . . too much work. It’s a long way
from light to dark — the distance
of a sigh,
There are three animals at the
Foot of my bed — Tweetie, the
kangaroo; Koko, the bear; and the
octopu.s without a name. I count
them with my toes — all present.
Water-pipes are humming a not
unpleasant nocturne. I know the
sound is there though the train
wheels numb it. Drifting In the
moonlight — there is no moon out
side. My moon’s inside where the
black can’t reach.
Someone, somewhere said: (prob
ably read it) “. . . Life among
the leaves goes down with all its
flags flying, all its fifes playing, all
its drums beating.” That’s nice;
that’s autumn. In spite of every
thing, life is so — well, so some
thing.
Cooler after rain. Today’s classes
over — were they yesterday? Mid
night . . . tomorrow is an eternity
away, far beyond the big black
ness. Tomorrow is too vast; I can’t
see it all at once — eyes too heavy;
Seen Around Campus
Freshmen back from that first week
end at home.
The black and white kitten which
seems to have adopted us.
Disgusted radio listeners muttering;
“Whatever happened to music!
Advocates of I’m-wearing-wool-
next-Saturday-if-it’s-lOO-degrees!
Student teachers looking very pro
fessional as they go observing.
Record club members having the
usual change of address trouble.
Some organized individuals begin
ning term papers and seminars.
Roses — still!
People e-a-s-i-n-g a door shut only
to discover “this one doesn’t
slam!”
Seniors already wondering what the
home group will give them for
graduation.
don't want to see it anyway. I’ll
think of Joe, of the State Fair, the
ballgame, nothing.
Today is yesterday or tomorrow.
Sleep is winning. I’m going nowhere.
I cannot hear the night-bugs or the
water pipes. Koko and my toes are
far away. I cannot see the black
ness. Cannot see.
“SIGH!”
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