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THE HILLTOP. MARS HILL COLLEGE. MARS HILL. N. C.
The Hilltop
PLAIN LIVING AND HIGH THINKING
Published by the Students of Mars Hill College. Mars Hill. N. C.
Entered as second-class matter Feb^ary 20, 1926. at
at Mars Hill. North Carolina, under the Act of March 3, 1879. Jr'ub-
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Volume XXV
MAY 7, 1951
Number 14
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As on April 28 the “Queen Anne”made her melodic
voyge to many ports of the world, we at Mars Hill were
very glad to be sailing with her. The crew of C-I’s handled
the ship beautifully, and we met such interesting charac
ters.
We C-IFs were made to feel that the time of our leav
ing the harbor forever was very near indeed. We have
received the best wishes of the C-I’s as well as a challenge
from them to make lives for ourselves of which we and all
who know us may be proud.
As we set our sails ever westward, we’ll remember your
challenges to us through the years, and when we drop
anchor in the far-distant harbor of God, to the C-I’s we
shall again say: “Thanks for wishing us ‘Bon Voyage!’ ’’
Misbehavior in Chapel
9t ^oo!
Stories concerning “chapel incidents” have been circu
lating around the campus for the last couple of weeks, but
the last account is the straw that almost broke the camel’s
back.
On Tuesday of last week, a guest speaker from the
University of Texas addressed chapel assembly. Granted
that all chapel programs do not appeal to every student
who is compelled to attend, there is no excuse for rude
behavior on the part of even one student. The man was a
guest of Baylor University, and chapel students, as a part
of Baylor, owed it to him to be respectful and courteous,
regardless of any disinterest they might have had in his
speech.
Just before going into chapel, the visitor commented
on how very fine he thought Baylor was as a Christian
university, and on the fine qualities that it possessed.
Certs 'mly the reception that he got by students was not an
example of a fine quality.
It »eems that any student would have enough personal
pride in his school so as not to give visitors a bad im
pression. And certainly if he didn’t have pride in his
school, he would have enough pride in himself not to let
others around him see him behave in such an unbecoming
manner. —The Baylor Lariat.
G4t A^te^ooft 0^^!
What’s the admission price to see one of our games?
Not one copper! You all should have an athletic activities
booklet and all it takes to see one of the games is to
rustle your bones out there one way or another.
Get out there and give the Mars Hill baseball team a
little of your much-needed support. They have a good
team this year and prospects of an even better one.
Some would have you believe that spirit will not win a
ball game. Maybe not, but it surely helps when you let
them know that you are all for them and think enough of
your own school to get out there and yell. Your team HAS
the sprit and you will have to give them a helping hand.
Support your baseball team. Take an afternoon off
from your mental grind for a pleasant two or three hours
of good clean fun.
Adapted from the Furman Hornet.
These Girls Told Us;
Now ITs Your Turn!
Having heard reasons for both sides of the questions
when, at various times, complaints were uttered about
weekly society meetings, the Hilltop has made a poll of the
opinions of several girls. The editors welcome any letters
concerning the matter, but they must be signed. Names
will be withheld on request if the letter is published.
Now, the question: Do you favor weekly or bi-weekly
society meetings?
Louise Norwood—I think societies should meet each
week; after all, practice makes perfect!
Sarah Thomas—I feel society should meet every two
weeks because that would give more time to prepare pro
grams which would cause more interest among the
members.
Mary Evelyn Luttrell—There are advantages to both,
and the interest may or may not be better on a two weeks
plan. The programs would possibly be more interesting,
but fewer girls could take part.
Joretta Devinney—^Society meets once a week, and I
think that is fine because these who really want to go and
enjoy society want it to meet at least that often.
Jill Scruggs—I think people would enjoy the meetings
more if societies met bi-weekly because it would be some
thing to look forward to rather than something that you
have to attend.
Jean Stamey—I’m in favor of the every two weeks
plan—then the fines wouldn’t amount to so much in the
end!
Lib Bridges—^Oh dear! When societies begin to skip
meetings from week to week, it’s the first sign of loss of
interest. By all means, hold the standards as high as they
have been, and keep meeting every week!
Armeta Rhodes—Society should mean a lot to each
person because it prepares us for future leading. I don’t
think that anyone would mind going once a week if the
programs were interesting enough to hold the interest of
the student.
Suzanne Ussery—^The bi-weekly plan sounds marvelous. I
wouldn’t be so deeply in debt, and I think everyone would
enjoy the programs more. Of course, there’s the other
side, too—the societies wouldn’t be able to pay their debts
if no one missed meetings as we do now.
Anne Tunstall—I know that there are many who might
say “We can’t afford to lower our standards,” but in view
of the number of absences and seeming decrease in
interest I think it would be wise to put the suggestion of
having the meetings every other week to trial.
Those are their opinions! What do you think? Write to
The Hilltop, Box 344-G.
Monntaineer Mischief
Yesterday afternoon, as we were ambling down the
street toward Mr. Roy’s with the intention of drowning
our sorrows in a Coke, we noticed that two old moun
taineers comfortably slumped on the bench at the filling
station glanced our way. Apparently, they decided to
leave Truman and MacArthur to their own fates and
philosophize a little on us college intellectuals.
“Wal, Tom, reckon as how we won’t be a seein’ these
college younguns ’round hyar much langer.”
“Yeh.”
“Course, some will be goin,’ and some a cornin’.”
“Yeh.”
“Reckon them that’s goin’ will be a leavin’ these hyar
hills ferever—stop bein’ hillbillies and go back to bein’
‘sand-lappers’ and ‘Georgia crackers’ agin!
“Yeh.” (Tom was very talkative.)
Suddenly we realized that we must look very foolish
standing there staring at the gentlemen, and embarrassed
at being caught in the act of evesdropping, we wandered
on down the street thinking over the things the man had
said.
As we lazily sipped our Cokes, we imagined all the
things that those two mountaineers would have done if
they had been in our places this year.
May 7,1951
Tans are quite the style these days, and leading the
list of these sun-lovers are Betty Hoyle, Florence Me-
Fadden, Catherine Hyatt, “Tookie” Cashwell, Hele#
Hutchins, and Betty Bowen. And track and baseball seeU
to be doing for the boys what Huffman Beach is doing fo'
the girls. For proof, look at George Bobo, Jerry PoovejTi
Rod Smith, and “Shotgun” Taylor.
Other people have been getting new things, too. Bettj
Sue Baker has a new haircut, and J. C. Mainer and Gen‘
Roberts have flashy new ties which are slightly hard o"
the eyes. And Sue Tillman has a diamond! Seems as if
Helen and Talmadge Penland have put ideas into hs^
head. Right?
Congratulations to the C-I’s for giving the C-II’s such
wonderful Junior-Senior banquet! It was super! No douW
’51 Mars Hill graduates will think of it every time thej
hear the song “Red Sails in the Sunset.” And in spite oi
the rain everything went over with a bang. Of course,
curls straightened out and evening gowns became a little
damp around the bottom, but nobody seemed to mind.
Everybody likes to sing, and below are a few song®
which sort of bring to mind certain people. You knoi*
how it is. Here they are:
“Peter, Go Ring Dem Bells”: Corbin Cooper.
“I’m a Lonely Petunia in an Onion Patch”: Bernied
Limer.
“Brown Eyes”: Tommy Thomas.
“You Call Everybody Darlin’ ”: R. F. Smith.
“Wedding Bells Are Ringing”: Nancy Calloway.
“Has Anybody Seen My Gal?”: Bill Andrews and Davi
Gaddy.
“It’s Too Late Now”: Suzanne Ussury and Lulu Cox.
“Is It True What They Say about Dixie?”: Marsh*
Pinnell. Do you agree?
Roses to the Laurel staff for a beautiful annual.
Bridges and Kenneth Byrd and the rest certainly did
magnificent job! And those silver and yale blue cove'
really hit the spot for variety!
It isn’t long until the end of school, and then
faces and surroundings will come. It seems as if the B.S’ ^
Get Acquainted party were no further away than
Day, but now they’re both things of the past. No do«^
many opportunities were unknowingly passed by with
this school year, too, and so here’s a little poem to se^
as a reminder to take advantage of everything possH>
between now and May 28. It is called “Begin Today.
Dream not too much of what you’ll do tomorrow.
How well you’ll work perhaps another year;
Tomorrow’s chance you do not need to borrow
Today is here.
Nightmare
With wildest fear and darkest gloom
I crept into that murky room.
I saw in there two specters white
Who stood in ghastly, livid light.
They drifted ’round a jagged mass
Of grisly steel and brittle glass;
With ghastly joy and horrid glee.
With fiendish mirth, they tortured me.
My spine grew limp with lurid pain;
Wierd dreams careened across my brain.
When pain once ceased its acid bite.
Writhing and struggling to sit upright,
I broke the fears that bound me there,
And reeled from out the dentist’s chair.
—Alma Altman.
We could see them . . . bringing three cows up the hill
one night to hang onto these bells that the girls’ house
mothers kept ringing . .. deciding to have a “good ole
hoedown” in the Student Center one Saturday night.
There would be the time in the dining hall when they
climbed up on their trays and tried to ride down the dumb
waiter, much to Mr. Martin’s dismay . .. when they cor
rected Papa De’s grammar in English class . . . when they
poured “moonshine” in the punch to improve its flavor
at Spilman open house. They would be seen in the library
demanding of Miss Daisy a Daring Detective magazine
taking a course of Pop Stringfield’s psychology, and
then trying to psychoanalyze the teacher ... We could
see them clomping down to the Junior-Senior banquet in
their best brogans and brand-new overalls, telling all
girls they looked “mighty peart” ... stubbornly fishiW|^
the amphitheater pool during the May-day program ,
cause Miss Hart wouldn’t let them be fairies ... stomP,
across the stage on graduation day, clutching their 9 |
guns with a determination to get their diplomas .. . d*
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ing aboard their flop-eared mule, each clutching his ^
brown jug in one hand and his diploma in the other
brown jug in one nanu auu ms uitimm" — ,
riding off toward Bailey Ridge singing, “Us hillbill'
mountain williams now!”
A most undignified slurping noise told us that W«
finished our Cokes. We paid for them and left, stro
back the way we had come; the two old men were
sitting at the corner.
“Wal, Tom, I reckon as how college life is
much fun fer them that likes it.
“Yeh.”
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