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Page two THE TWIG October 27, 1961 Is Huskin' Worth It? “Comhuskin”’—Is it worth the trouble? In the middle of the semester, when tests arc flying thick aod fast and Stuat is already taking all the evenings after nine, who has time for the expenditure of more energy on such things as costumes, cheers, and class songs? We don’t have to look hard to find people who feel this way all the time they are practicing for Cornhuskin'—or even Stunt or any of the other fun “productions” that are Meredith traditions. However, we also don’t have to wait long to hear the answer to the question. When we arc in the middle of a class song or a hysterical laugh at dignified professors bobbing for apples, we know the answer. Comhuskin’ and Play Day and Stunt arc fun. No matter how much we gripe about time being precious, we are lucky that Meredith has kept these traditions, for they play a big part in fostering at Meredith a school spirit that is unusual for a girls* school of this size. It is good for us to compete class by class, for we make friends as we work together. In addition to the fun of working in friendly but determined competion as we watch whatever entertainment is presented, we almost always discover that people we see in class every day can do things we never dreamed they could do. We are surprised at our own originality! As long as our activities continue to be of the caliber they are, we must answer that they are worth the time we spend on them. In a society where most of our entertainment is brought to us as we p>assively sit and watch, it is good that we can not only give our own entertainment, but enjoy it. Comhuskin’ and Stunt will be perhaps a larger part of our education than we realize. As we take our places in community life and become involved in church, school, and clubs we will be contributing a great deal to their activities if we take with us the kind of spontaneous or iginality which has delighted us here. H. J. M. When Do We Begin Living? What’s life? Is it just an hour, a day, a week, a month, or a year? Or is life confined to greater periods such as our pre-school, elementary school, high school, college, or adult years? While the tendency of human nature has and will probably always be to think that a better time is to come or has passed, such a feeling seems to be exceedingly great during the college years. Why read the newspaper, listen to news on the radio, or look at the leaves as they turn in autumn? We’re not being quizzed on them, are we? Why help on Stunt, at teas, or at church? We’re not being graded on the energy we put forth on such activities. Why attend concerts, lectures, plays, football games, or take an interest in civic issues? We’re in college, and that makes us diHerent from others. Why live during our three or four years of college? We’ll have plenty of opportunities when we graduate. College for the majority is not “the best years of our lives,” as our elders put it, but rather a period of void between our high school life and either our married or occupational life that is to follow. It is a dormant .stage in which we consider ourselves separated from normal life. Oh, sure, we say that we’re learning and that we have the rest of our life to live. But life, it does not seem, is meant to be lived in spurts. Do we spend so much time preparing for life that we never really get around to living? Each day is gone after twenty-four short hours and can never be relived except in our memory. What will our memories of college years be? Will we learn only too late that they were also a part of life that was worth living? L. K. MEMBER Associated Collegiate Press EDITORIAL STAFF Editor Littda Kirby Associate Editor Hilda Maness Miinaging Editor. „...Dianne Simmons Feature Editor. Joan McGranfihan Music Editor Susan Leathers Sports Editor Peggy Crutchfield Columnists Rachel Dailey Velma McGee Photographer Kappie Weede Reporters—.Sandra Walter, Jean Hege. Judy Grayson, Marcia Davis, Mar garet McGuirt, Kay Burns. Nickey Childrey, Carol Wood, Frieda Farmer. Carroll Hicks and Millie Pearce Faculty Sponsor. Dr. Norma Rose BUSINESS STAFF Business Manager. Judy Purcelle Advertising Manager. Patsy Bryant Circulation Managers Brenda Payne and Sylvia Nash Mailing Editor. .Gwen Picklcsimer Chief Typist .Linda Hales Typists—^Joyce Collie, Harriet Rivers, Sclcda Camp, Judy Young, Kitty Pruitt, Jean Burrell Advertising Staff—Carolyn Nicholds, Pat Taylor, Lou Perry, Jane Lawrence, Pat Leggett, Patty Steen Faculty Sponsor. Miss Lois Frazier Enier«d as second-class matter October 11. 1923, at post office at Raleisli. N. C.. under Act of March 8. 1879. Published semi.monthly during the months of October, November, and April; inonihly during the monttis of Decem1>er. Januarjr, February. March, and May. Thb Twio is the college newspaper of Meredith College, Kaleigh, North Carolina, and as such is one of the three major publications of the Institution—the other two being The Acorn, the literary magazine, and The Oak Leaves, the college annual. Meredith College Is an aecrcdited senior liberal arts college for women located In the capital city of North Carolina, It confers the Bachelor of Arts and the Bachclor of Music degrees. The college offers majors In twenty.ona fields Including music, art, business and home economics. . , . „ . . . . _ Since 192t the institution has been a member of the Southern Association of Colleges and Secondary Schools. The college holds membership In the Association of American Colleges and the Nonh Carolina College Conference. Graduates of Meredith College are eligible for membership In the American Association of University Women. Th« (nstUutlon Is & liberal arts member of the National Association of Schools of Music. Subscription Rates: $2.95 per year Tra Twio Is serued by National Advenislna Service, Inc., 410 Madison Ave„ New York 17. New York. MERE DITHER By RACHEL DAILEY Cars sparkle like a multitude of diamonds on the hillside, and in* dividual gems dribble in and out among the others slowly winding down and up tlie roads and through the drives like so many loosely- strung Dccklaces. Fireworks burst in heightning brilliance—red and green and blue, thrilling white, shaky little balls of lire that dance to die at once. Mo mentous beauty, hesitant and muff led explosions that rock the atmos phere, excited gasps and screams and “oh's” and “ah’s” re-echoing across the campus. And then they are no more, and the stars are again themselves with no man-made won ders to rival their light. Honky-tonk music and the rasp ing calls of barkers drift tautingly through a window to tempt the stu dent. Visions of cotton candy in its pink froth, candied applies dripping with sweetness, ice cream covered with nuts, and atl-day suckers appeal to the “little-girl” in every big ^rl’s heart. At closer range, the State Fair is a community of thousands of very individual persons whose every-day activity is the unusual for us. Some are hardened and brittle, weathered persons with rawhide hearts. Some are tender children whose eyes search out their like among the teem ing crowds. Most are visitors—good country stock who visit the exhibits, take notes on the livestock, and talk with the officials—college students who are living it up on a precious night out—young people, teenagers, whose pleadings to indulgent fathers have paid oft in a trip and a day away from school—some are city people who feast their nostalgic eyes on country cooking exhibits and on farm products that remind them of other days. And as the ferris wheels dressed in neon lights grind on, and as the merry-go-round horses rise and fall to the strains of a mechanical calli ope, and as the Hell-Drivers thrill the crowds as they circle the track in a flirt with death, so does life go on in its individual circles, but at the fair, the circles meet and combine and entwine and together, form a huge “melting-pot” of the true Spirit of the Tarheel State. Whispers, Stares, and Secrets Mark Preparations for Stunt By Joan McGranahan Just as every human comes into the world with the instinct to suc ceed in life, every Freshman Class enters Meredith with the desire to win Stunt. This desire blossoms into instinct during the following three years until in the senior year it be comes not only an instinct but a necessity to prove to underclassmen that previous experience has paid off. Stunt night is barely a month away; and as the days between now and then tick oS one-by-one, excite ment and even tension will build visibly. The freshmen, as any upper classman will attest, have quite an experience in store for them. Cfaainnen Are Confident The Stunt chairmen now have a look of blithe optimism about them. Their committees are filled with willing workers and the willing workers with extraordinaryily origi nal and funny ideas. Just the other day the freshman chairman, Harriet McLeod, was reported to have said to an upperclassman that by the way her classmates are responding, this year’s frosh are sure to break the tradition that the Freshman Class never wins Stunt. The sophomore chairman, Ellen McIntosh was eveii more conlidcnt when she made this statement: ‘^The Sophomore Class is going to be non conformist and has no doubt as to who is going to win. We hope that the seniors won’t be too disappoint ed when our president receives the cup.” Barbara Blanchard and Brenda Corbet, co-chairmen for the juniors, are so busy with their class’s prepa rations that no one has seen them lately. But the other classes may be sure that they are out to lead their class to recapture the victory it ex perienced last fall. Rachel Daily, the senior chairman, just smiles as suredly when asked about Stunt. Chairmen Will Grow Despondent But watch these girls. They will be the first to reflect the feelings ex perienced by their classmates. About a week or so before the fateful Fri day night, they will suddenly appear at breakfast with circlcs under their eyes and a deadpan expression. Each will chose an uninhabited table in the corner at which to play with their food—they will be too tired to eat it. What has happened? The committees, once so ardent in their devotion, are running down, or every costume came out of the dye vat a different color. Who knows, really, except those who have entered their numbers? Conversation Bccomcs Secretive But the chairmen are not the only girls who are excited about the an nual event. Conversations at meals begin to be carried on with an air of military secrecy about them. If an enemy—a member of a rival class—should happen to approach, talk immediately ceases, and hostile looks ensue. Then there are always the slips of the tongue which add to the tension and let the cat out of the bag concerning some class’s plot. Just the other night someone was heard to ask her chairman, “How did the script committee hit on the idea of (censored)?" in the presence of members of another class. Scripts Will Be Rewritten Finally the night comes when the faculty criticizes each stunt. The next day it is not uncommon to see pinned in the most obvious place on the Johnson Hall bulletin board anxious notes reading such as. this; “Emergency meeting of the —Class script committee at 5:00. All (un derlined) members please (written in all caps and underlined several times) be there. By seven o’clock after much blood, sweat, and tears, the stunt has been whipped into shape. The exhausted actors go through their paces which the director has suc ceeded in making their second na ture. The cup is presented, and it is all over but the shouting and din ing hall bell ringing carried on by the winning class. But with all mistakes, slips of the tongue, work left undone, classes cut, tests barely passed, and what have you, this unique pageant has long been an institution. With Apologies to the Authors By Carroll Hicks THE EGG AND I—We both made it for breakfast. PARADISE LOST—^Two chances for dates on the same night. PARADfSE REGAINED—At least one of them called back. TOMORROW WE REAP—Test time. GREEN MANSIONS—Houses on fraternity row? YOU CANT GO HOME AGAIN —Unless you get there before your “D” or “F” slip! THE HIGH AND MIGHTY-Sen- iors graduating at mid-semester. A TALE OF TWO CITIES—State- Carolina game. A NIGHT TO REMEMBER—That first—and last—blind date! INFERNO—Infirmary. HERE IS YOUR WAR—Between the House of Sigma Nu and the House of Sigma Chi. ADVISE AND CONSENT—Fac ulty conferences — they advise, you consent. THE SCARLET LETTER—You’ll never date him again after writing that. GREAT EXPECTATIONS —But it sure was a lousy night. MY COUSIN RACHEL—I only in- -troduced her to my date, and now he’s her date. OF HUMAN BONDAGE — Serv ing campus. GIANT ~ Well, he’s 6’9”, 250 pounds, plays football, and don’t let him hug you! GONE WITH THE W I N D — Chances for a date at that house again! WAR AND PEACE—Rush week and decision day. KIDS SAY THE DARNDEST THINGS—Ask some of our stu dent teachers! NO NORTH OR SOUTH—Maybe so, but ah still know a Yankee when ah see one!!! THE SPY—HaU proctors. ALL QUIET ON THE WESTERN FRONT—^Now that the freshmen aren’t being serenaded any more. THE IDIOT—Evidently, the author of this article! Meredith’s Faculty By Dr. Ira O. Jones On September 12 the Meredith faculty Rose to the occasion after a restful Knight and proud as a Pea cock started classes with the ringing of the Bell. Some of them Stumpf. the Students, especially the Greene freshmen. None of them can resist the Syron. So far as I know, each of them Eads lunch, or Downs it— as you choose. There is some Dey- ton, some Goff, some eating of Canaday, some dribbling of Lem mon in tea, and Allen all, they have a fair time of it. What else they may do must be left to your imagination; mine quit functioning after “Allen all,” as well it might, for the situa tion is becoming Grimmer and Grimmer, and it would not be Pru- den to continue. CARTOON CONTEST Sponsored by THE TWIG All entries should be turned in to the editor or put in THE TWIG room on First Brewer by Novem> ber 9. Entries should be done on solid white paper in black ink. The name of the winner will be announced in the next issue of THE TWIG, and with the owner’s permission the winning cartoon will be printed. BOOK PICTURES MAN IN HOPELESS STATE By Marcia Davis Anthem by Ayn Rand is the pow erful story of Tomorrow’s world. It can be called the tale of feudal lords and serfs projected into a future that has no past, perhaps a bit un realistic, but not enough to be read comfortably. Anthem is the story of one man against a society of monsters: human beings that have no individ uality at all. Ajgreeable or not the idea, the picture is fast becoming one of daily American life and is most certainly one of future “Ameri can-Communist” life. Written by the mind of Equality 3-0321, the main character, one be gins to feel in reading, his own sense of futile group-deslres. The group ideal expanded to inhuman levels, points out through exaggeration, the ridiculousness of today’s “Keep-up- with-the-Jones’s” attitude in a man ner that allows no argument. Fearful, yes. Thought-provoking —to too great a degree for most to handle Anthem can best be describ ed as a book too raw and real to read, and too true to ignore.
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