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THE HILLTOP, MARS HILL COLLEGE, MARS HILL. NORTH CAROLINA
Q*he Hilltop
Plain Living and High Thinking
Published by the Students of Mars Hill College, Mars Hill,
North Carolina.
K Entered as second-class matter February 20, 1926, at the Post
Olf'ce at Mars Hill, North Carolina, under the Act of March 3, 1879.
Issued semi-monthly during the college year.
Subs’ription Rate Year $1.00
MEMBER OF ASSOCIATED COLLEGIATE PRESS
STAFF
Editor-in-Chief Sigsbee Miller
Associate Editor Ed Long
Managing Editor Peggy Chesson
Sports Editor (Boys) Jerry Marion
Sports Editor (Girls) Louvene Jordan
Feature Editor Phyllis Ann Gentry
Business Manager Dovie Tallent
Art Editor Doris Johnson
Advertising Manager Lib Foster
Assistant Advertising Manager Jean McCurry
Circulation Manager Mary Evelyn Crook
Typist Tommie Wright
CONTRIBUTORS
Inez Wyatt . Lois Harris . Ruth Forester . Tommy Stapleton . Betty
Weaver . Jerry Saville . Cornelia Vann . Alton Harris
Advisor Ramon DeShazo
Volume XX. February ll, 1946. Number 9.
It’s a beautiful world we live
in. And this little part of it Mars
Hill has a special touch all its
own. Or have you noticed? Have
you observed the different pic
tures nature paints around here
as the day progresses?
In Defense Of The Rag-
The Hilltop, you will notice, is in its new jacket again this issue.
A mild flurry of protest arose three weeks ago when The Hilltop
appeared for the first time in bona fide newsprint. The reaction,
however, was generally favorable. Still, there were a few that were
not so favorable, and they will be duly recorded here for the sake of
a posterity which probably won’t care anyway.
A usually authoritative source, in one grand, sweeping indictment,
observed 'that the new format resembled (1 an engineering sheet,
(2 the Christian Science Monitor, and (3 the publication of the
American Legion. Just what strange and obviously terrifying af
finity these newspapers share, we are at a loss to say. It seems, how
ever, that the style employed by these “rags,” (to use an appropriate
form of the fourth estate vernacular) is quite the fad among the
larger universities and colleges, where the publications are backed
by strong journalism schools and expertly trained journalists.
On your way to morning watch
have you ever looked up and seen
the white moon smiling on the
morning just beginning to stir
and scatter light behind the hills?
The hands of night reach down be
hind the eastern hills
And give the slumbering dawn a
gentle shake.
He turns his back as she awakes
and climbs on high
To watch his shadowy figure
slowly trudge across the sky.
Have you ever stopped by the
north side of Treat Dormitory
and looked at the reflection of
the sunrise through the tall pines
or through the fragile, bleak
branches of the trees?
Feathertips of barren trees.
Sweep up the stardust from the
skies.
And with their tiny brushes paint
The golden rose of each sunrise.
With the appearance of the rough, newsprint edition, a few stu
dents confided vociferously that the slick paper editions of hereto
fore had been their pride and joy. They took one terrible glance at
the rough, unshining sheet (the product, no doubt, of some mad
editorial quirk), their faces blanched, and they screamed with one
accord: “Cheap! It’s cheap!”
It is cheap—^much cheaper than the shiny variety of paper that
makes such beautiful Sunday School pamphlets. And the Hilltop
can easily stand a cut in its budget. Extra money can be diverted to
plans for expansion of the paper, which are now under way.
It is the sincere hope of the editors that, by bringing the Hilltop
down to the level of the publications of big-name universities, the
feelings of the stricter adherents to precedent will not be too deeply
wounded.
And if you still aren’t convinced, drop us a line, won’t you?
E.L.—-S.M.
A Tribute-
At seven o’clock Monday morning a bus pulled out of Mars Hill
carrying five of our boys to the United States Navy.
We who say “the war is over and all is well” should stop and
think about these boys, in the prime of youngmanhood—three lack
ing only a few months of completing their courses at Mars Hill—
who are leaving all of those things that mean so much to them.
It would have been easy to have gone a year ago when the war
was at its peak—when everyone else was going, too—they would
have had something to fight for. Now it only means two years
delay in their education—two years longer before they can attain
that one thing for which they have been working. It is a much greater
sacrifice than we even imagine.
We shall miss them always. They were a part of Mars Hill—a part
that we couldn’t have done without. They were leaders.
We shall remember football games with John, Jim, Charlie and
Dewitt. We ^hall remember Seth and Jim on the basketball court . . .
the way Charlie played those drums . . . John and Jim behind the
desk at Eu Anniversary . . . Seth’s Phi Anniversary . . . John and
Seth in the church choir . . . the way Seth sang “The Lord’s Prayer”
that last Sunday . . . and yes, we shall remember then on the campus
and eating pie at Larry’s.
These five aren’t the only boys who have left. The others left one
by one and we miss them; they were leaders; they were just as much
a part of Mars Hill; they made just as great a sacrifice; and their
picture holds just as dear a place on some co-ed’s desk.
We miss all of the boys who have left us for the Services and our
prayers and thoughts go with them.
All iiit’t well, and it will not be until young men can get an un
interrupted education: Until young men can be where they choose
doing those things they wish. —J. S.
Have you ever stood on the
landing of the Edna Moore or
New Dormitory stairs and looked
through the windows to the dis
tant Smokies? If you have you’ve
seen that one tiny mountain top
that timidly peeps over the big
range.
A baby mountain peeks above the
shoulders of the mother range
And rests his pug nose flat
against the window of our
town.
The rays of the sun are lovely
as they stretch in the West at the
fading of the day. Watch as
The long, slim fingers of the sun
gently tug the blanket of night
over the drowsy earth.
Then, when the day is gone, one
by one, tiny, sparkling lights
appear and dazzle the dark
heavens as
Night, dark enchantress,
pins diamond and silver jewels
upon her black velvet gown
and casts her spell
o’er all the earth.
—Phyllis Ann Gentry.
Myrtle IV^sthrook
Gets C-II Office
Myrtle Westbrook was elected
vice-president of the C-II class
at a meeting January 25. Jim
Kelly, former vice-president, had
to resign because of his with
drawal from college to enter the
Navy.
Plans were made at the meet
ing for a talent show to be given
in the auditorium one Saturday
night. The student activities com
mittee was placed in charge of
the program.
Dramateers Elect
New Officers
Jerry Saville was elected presi
dent of the Dramateers at a call
meeting last Monday afternoon.
The other officers are: Leta
Shelby, vice-president; Ed Long,
secretary; and Elon Myers, treas
urer.
Pat Ingram
Her birth certificate labels her
as Patricia Quen Ingram, but few
people eulogize her by that name.
All during grammar school and
high school Pat’s benevolent
personality won the heart’s of her
classmates. She held many honor
offices. At home her lawyer fath
er and her school-teacher mother
saw that she lacked none of the
necessities and educational oppor
tunities of life.
About a year and a half ago
little Miss Pat Ingram ambled off
the “cannon-ball” into a jostling
crowd of college students. She
was one of many. That is to say,
she was unknown except for the
exclusive few from Albemarle.
Little did she or anyone else
realize that her name would be
uttered by every Mars Hill stu
dent this year.
All during the first semester,
Pat went about her work diligent
ly and succeeded in attaining the
honor roll. At the end of last
year the Science Club made her
vice-president. Then this year she
became their president. Shortly
after this the Nonpareils recog
nized her prodigious originality
and made her their vice-president
for the Anniversary-Reception
term. She did such a grandiose
job of it that they wanted her for
their Forensic president. Pat
finds a great source of enjoyment
in playing the violin and being in
the college orchestra. With all
her duties she find time to dis
play her talent in drawing. She
may be little, but her accomplish
ments make up for her lack of
size.
Edward Landers, Jr.
“Lanky” Landers, as he
known to Mars Hillians, is
birth a Yankee. He was born
Camden, N. J., but some y®'
later he and his family movel
Mars Hill.
Here he has excelled in
phases of high school and coH®'
life. While in high school he ^
a member of the dramatic c'**,
the staff of the Mars, high sc'
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from Mars Hill high school
31, 1944.
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M.H.C. From the very first
basketball season it was evid®®
that Lanky was to be a valua®*
man in sports. He became
string forward and has held th®
position for two seasons. He, al®^'
held down the first sack posif’^''
on the baseball team. At the
ginning of second semester
year he was initiated into
International Relations Club.
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president. He has held the job ®
censor and was Anniversary ‘‘j
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