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THE TWIG
December 19, 1963
In Memoriam
“Brief were my days among you, . . .
“And though death may hide me, and the greater silence enfold
me, yet again will 1 seek your understanding,. ..
“If aught I have said is truth, that truth shall reveal itself in a
clearer voice, and in words more kin to your thoughts. ...
“For life and death are one, even as the river and the sea are
one. . . .
'‘For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday. . . .
“By the same power that slays you, 1 too am slain; and 1 too shall
be consumed. ...
“And I say (hat life is indeed darkness save when there is urge,
And all urge is blind save when there is knowledge.
And all knowledge is vain save when there is work,
And all work is empty save when there is love:
And when you work with love you bind yourself to yourself, and
to one another, and to God. . . .
“You shall not dwell in tombs made by the dead for the living... .
“And thus your freedom when it loses its fetters becomes itself
the fetter of a greater freedom. . . .
“But if in your thought you must measure time into seasons, let
each season cncircle all the other seasons,
And let today embrace the past with remembrance and the future
with longing. . . .
•‘His might binds you to the earth, his fragrance lifts you into
space, and in his durability you are deathless.”
THE PROPHET—Kahlil Gibran
Each of these lines of poetry reminds us of one loved by many,
mourned by most, respected by all. Because of his death, this Christ
mas season may be a bit more solemn than those light, gay ones
of past years. Yet it is good perhaps that we can think more deeply
this year about what Christmas really means—not tinsel and holly,
not getting and giving, not rushing and pushing. Christmas is a
promise of life, of freedom, of love for all mankind. In his policies,
our late President believed that the things embodied in Christmas
were the things for which we as a nation should strive, not just for
two weeks out of the year, but for fifty-two.
Let us not forget, in this season of joy, that there is one family
whose Christmas may not be as happy as it might have been. John
Fitzgerald Kennedy has been mourned, he has been praised—^let him
also be remembered. May that for which he stood become reality and
not just empty phrases.
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Letters to Editor
Dear Editor;
The chapel service on Monday,
November 25, was evidently much
approved by the administration.
Yes, we should “carry on.” True, the
hour of memorium and eulogy was
over and we must pick up our bur-
den.>. Literally, classes would be
held on Monday afternoon during
the funeral services of the late Presi
dent.
And so the student body went to
class. Between classes I dashed to
Johnson Hall on an errand. Many of
our administrators were “carrying
on their work”—before a television
set. Though school children in Ra
leigh were allowed to view the serv
ices on televisions brought into
classrooms, the Meredith student
body sat in class. And the adminis
tration “carried on.”
Barbara Radford
Class of 1964
Dear Editor:
I would like to comment on the
superfluous article which appeared
in the Twig and was reprinted in
,the November 6, 1963, edition of
;the Technician. The reprint read as
I follows: “the ambiguous reception
|of Madame Nhu at State College
•made us appreciate the fact that
Meredith College would possibly
have treated the visit of a foreign
dignitary in a different manner. . . .
We would like to think that Madan^e
Nhu would have received a more
courteous reception if she had ac
cepted an invitation to speak at
Meredith.”
Perhaps the writer of these words
has not been enlightened. An am
biguous reception was hardly the
case. This writer did observe a very
orderly and respectful reception of
Madame Nhu, There was absolutely
no throwing of objects at our guest
as was the case at Harvard,
Let me point out that many of
the programs presented as State are
cordially open to Meredith students.
For obvious reasons Meredith Col
lege simply cannot substantiate the
wide variety of cultural program as
those at State. I see no reason why
the author feels that Meredith Col
lege has to assert superiority in the
art of receiving guests, and would
think that she would be grateful to
have Meredith’s limited programs
supplemented by the wide variety of
programs at State.
Since many of the programs at
State are open to Meredith students,
the success and good reception de
pends in part on the participation of
those same students. However, one
wpnders if Meredith students are
really interested in current events
and world social and political issues
or just popular world figures. The
author may be amazed to know that
Mr. Tran Van Tung, the secretary
general of the Vietnam Democratic
Party, spoke at the very same col
lege union as did Madame Nhu.
Where were the Meredith students at
that time? Perhaps Mr. Tung is not
a glamorous figure, but he is a very
probable candidate for president of
South Vietnam. One gets the im
pression that the average Meredith
student has a superficially enthusi
astic appreciation of international af
fairs without understanding what is
really happening. After the lack ot
attendance by Meredith students,
Mr. Tung could hardly have been
advised to visit Meredith College.
Sincerely,
Myron R. Williams
UNC-R
Dear Editor:
The President of the United States
has died. His funeral was held for
all his family. This includes his im
mediate family, all Americans, and
the world.
Had we been attending the funeral
of a loved one here in Raleigh, no
one would have dared to request
that we leave in the middle of the
services. This would be unthinkable
—-to come to one in his hour of
grief and concern and jerk him away,
to deprive him of his last look at his
loved one before his bones are in
terred.
Yet, the students of Meredith Col
legc were so treated. John Fitzgerald
Kennedy was “our” President. We
loved him; it is as simple and con
cise as that. We, as it is only natural,
wished to be present when his funeral
took place. But this privilege was
denied us. Our President left us, but
we were not there .Why? We were
not deprived of .something that hap
pens every day, of some enjoyment,
of a mere television program. We
were deprived of the opportunity to
pay our last respects to the President
of the United States as his body was
lowered into its resting place.
Perhaps we should just let bygones
be bygones. But some feelings have
to be expressed, especially when
they concern what we feel is injus
tice. Surely it was not right to jerk
us from the middle of a funeral to
attend class.
An incident such as this is dis
tasteful and disheartening. It cannot
be righted—only regretted.
Kent Thompson
Class of 1966
Moody's Moods
By SUE ELLEN MOODY
For everything there is a season,
and a time for every matter under
heaven:
a time to be born, and
a time to die;
a time to weep, and
a time to laugh;
a time to mourn, and
a time to dance;
a time to keep silence, and
a time to speak.
Ecclesiastes 3:1, 2, 4, 5, 7.
The Hebrew people recognized
the necessity for change in behavior.
Life does go on, but let us not be
so caught up in the web of living
that we forget that death is a part
of life. It is the one sure destiny
of man from the moment he draws
his first breath. Mourning is our
means of expressing honor for the
departed and sympathy for the be
reaved. When the deceased is more
than an individual, mourning is also
necessary for a readjustment and a
re-evaluation of one’s life — past,
present, and future. John Fitzgerald
Kennedy was more than an individ
ual. He was a symbol of the western
forws, the energy of youth, the drive
of democracy, and the steadfastness
of jusuce. When he was felled by his
assassin, another man took his place.
This man, in so doing, lost his in
dividuality and became the symbol.
But the exterior was new; the people
needed to readjust, to move their
eyes to another face, tune their ears
to another voice, and add their sup
port to other arms. This could not
be done swiftly, for change was not
cxpected. It would have to come
slowly, for the people had lost their
balance. They had to move slowly
to regain their balance; they had
to move slowly, for their heads were
yet turned in giving a last, sorrowful
farewell.
Why must we do less on our
campus? Why is it that our shock
was misinterpreted.
Why was it impossible to believe
that we students were lost and wan
dering, unsure of the hard reality
we faced for the first time? In such
a crisis, do we not have time to
mourn with the rest of the world*’
We must make time in the future,
lest we forget, lest we forget
Cljrtstmas:
I am the Christmas spirit!
I enter the home of poverty caus
ing palefaced children to open their
eyes wide, in pleased wonder.
1 cause the miser’s clutched hand
to relax, and thus paint a bright soot
on his soul,
1 cause the aged to renew their
youth and to laugh in the old, glad
way. ®
I keep romance alive in the heart
of childhood, and brighten sleep with
dreams woven of magic.
J cause eager feet to climb dark
stairways with filled baskets, leaving
behind hearts amazed at the good
ness of the world.
I cause the prodigal to pause a
moment on his wild, wasteful way,
and send to anxious love some little
token that releases glad tears—tears
which wash away the hard lines of
sorrow.
I enter dark prison cells, remind-
mg scarred manhood of what might
have been, and pointing forward to
good yet to be.
I come softly into the still, white
home of pain, and lips that are too
weak to speak just tremble in silent,
eloquent gratitude.
In a thousand ways I cause the
weary world to look up into the face
of God, and for a little moment for
get the things that are small and
wretched.
I am the Christma.s spiriti
E. C. Baird '