VOL. 21, NO. 2.
MONTREAT COLLEGE, MONTREAT, NORTH CAROLINA
ItSdifa? Annual Hike To Mt. Mitchell
15y Jane Taylor.
“Now thank we all our God,
With heart and hands and voices,
Who wondrous things hath done.
In whom His world rejoices.”
On our pilgrimage thi’ough this eventful
year, we will pause on November 24 to
commemorate a day in 1021 when our Pil
grim h''athers also paused and gave thanks
for their abundant harvest.
As they were happy in this new land of
their choice, so will the students of Mon-
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The Grading System
Hy Ann Sharpe.
Lately there has been a general question
in the minds of the students concerning
the whys and wherefores of the grading
system. To throw some light on this mys
tery we have turned to Dr. Monroe. The
Dean’s words concerning this were, “We,
the faculty, do not feel that a nine weeks’
grade justifies the work it takes. The
professors have to spend too much time
deciding on grades. This is time taken
away from teaching duties.”
Dr. Monroe also expressed an idea that
many others have today, that parents and
students put too much emphasis on grades
and not enough on learning.
There will be only a final grade at the
end of the semester. After the first nine
weeks the parents will be notified if the
student is making a D or below in any
subject. The student will also be notified,
and a conference with her faculty advisor
will be arranged. At this time she will be
given further instructions on how to study
and specific advice for help in that partic
For the “fortunate” ones, the B average
and the Dean’s list will be back in full
force. Dr. Monroe has hinted that there
may even be something higher than the
Dean’s list, such as a list of students mak
ing all A’s. Suggestions, anyone?
Brave, hale and hardy Montreaters have
done it again. The going was rough and
painful, especially to the footsies, but the
hikers to Mt. Mitchell were not easily
They knew very well that the top was
floating around on those clouds some
where, and they plodded steadily and
faithfully onward. Finally—whew—they
did it—conquered Mt. Mitchell.
Upon leaving Montreat, each girl seemed
to be aiming for a speed record, but as
the miles slowly slipped behind the duti
ful hikers, Pat seemed to drag behind
Charley more and more, and vice versa.
While the girls were greedily grabbing
a bite of lunch, snow began to fall. To
Barbara Priest, who had never seen snow,
this was a highlight of the trip. With her
mouth open its full ten inches she gazed
in starry-eyed amazement as the soft flakes
fell and fell.
Next year, due to facts related to them
by several hunters, the girls plan to take
spears and rifles. The hunters told them
that they had killed three bears the day
before, and two that day, and that they
were chasing the third. From this point
forward, our courageous hikers moved with
caution. Evidently they did not want to
scare the poor, harmless bears.
From the top of Mt. Mitchell the girls
looked out and down on a breath-taking
scene. Their breath may have been taken,
but their senses were not dulled to the
snow glistening on pine trees, the stiff
wind rustling their branches, and the sur
rounding mountains enclosed by fleecy
Tearing themselves away from the view,
the hikers, who really looked more like a
gathering of Eskimos, had a full supper.
This included cold chicken, cold potato
salad, cold bread, cold tomatoes, and cold
olives, with steaming hot coffee held in
numb hands with icicles dangling from the
fingertips in the seemingly forty-below-
zero weather. Seriously though, that hot
coffee served as a great stimulant for froz-
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