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The Hilltop, Mars Hill College, Mars Hill, N. C.
Entered at the Postoffice, Mars Hill, N. C., as Second Claiss Matter,
February 20, 1926.
EDITORIAL STAFF
Faculty Director Mr. McLeod
E'ditors-in-Chief J. P. Huskins, Mary E. Carter
Exchange C. C. Harrell
Poetry G. T. Greenway
Jokes Paul Brown
Religious Activities Pauline Sitton
Alumni Annie Jones
Athletics Theron King
MANAGERIAL STAFF
Business Manager B. M. Canup
Advertising Manager Carl Mears
Circulation Manager Paul Grady
REPORTERS
Euthalian Society Harry Parker
Philomathian Society J. E. Brown
Clio Society Sallie Warren
Nonpareil Society Zelma Bennett
Fine Arts Gage Morrow
Community Mary Hamby
Scribleris Bertie Leigh Holland
Junior Class Audrey Byrd
B. Y. P. U Nina DeBruhl
CUB REPORTERS
Frank Kirby Myrtle Barnette
Robert Barnes Louise Beam
Louis Prince Hillary Caine
Be My Valentine.
—MHC—
Au revoir. Miss Pierce. Don’t stay long.
—MHC—
Howdy, Miss Gregg. We’re glad you’re back.
—MHC—
Next. A larger library and reading room.
TO A COQUETTE
Yes, we say it’s "plum” outrageous
If they use a little paint.
Oft’ we pout and say we’re angry,
But they know we really "ain’t.”
WHAT DO YOU THINK?
'i’n tlje quick, they chop their hair oft.
How we yell and swear we’re
through!
Yet the very facts of hist’ry
Prove our actions are untrue.
For the girl of by-gone ages
We are often known to cry.
But when one appears before us
We are quick to pass her by.
Even though she is a modern.
Still we really must admit
That we just can’t help but like her.
And we’ll never, never, quit.
—Geo. T. Greenway.
SPORTSMANSHIP
—MHC-
The editors are indebted to the author of “The Dirty Dozen’’ for
a sudden increase in contributions.
—MHC—
We seldom contemplate the best in life. Our rarest blessings
frequently go unappreciated, and our most indispensable posses
sions are accepted as a matter of course. Were these withheld,
however, even for a short time, a wail would arise that would
cause all ears to bleed. What of the sun, the air, the sky, the stars,
our friends, music, love?
Take, for instance, Mr. Moore. We all considered him the heart
of Mars Hill, or took it for granted, perhaps; but when he was
separated from us a few days we kne.-,v that he was not only the
head of our college but the heart also. While he was away, the
spirit of Mars Hill seemed withdrawn—something seemed gone.
When his tall figure and kindly face appeared again on the campus
the other morning, we knew that that which we had missed had
returned; and our skies seemed bright again.
Now that he is with us again after a serious illness, we shall
appreciate him more fully and remain more conscious of what he
means to us.
The students of Mars Hill College
are usually very lavish in conceding
to themselves the much desired dis
tinction of being true sports; yet one
is m.ade to wonder whether their ac
tions while witnessing a ball game in
tlie gymnasium bear out or squarely
contradict this concession.
The nearest approach to ideal sports
manship that has been witnessed this
season was at the game last Saturday
night. When the majority of the spec
tators sat in the silence of disgust or
distrust, after having yelled themselves
hoarse for the winning team and hav
ing jeered themselves hoarse at the los
ing team, they at least showed one
quality of sportsmanship. You doubt
less wonder wherein sportsmanship is
found under such circumstances. The
answer is simple: each team is at least
being praised equally.
The sad factor of our sportsmanship
here is that some of the students of
this institution do not seem to be
aware of the fact that jeering a losing
team is, in the realm of pure sports,
tlie unpardonable sin.
HAVE FAITH
Have Faith, and the darkest year will
turn
To one that is clear and bright;
And clouds that wmuld hide the sun at
noon
SUN PARLOR COMMITTEE MEETINGS
It is hardly possible for the human mind to perceive the final
ity of anything; yet one is made to wonder whether there is a limit
to the tendencies of those groups to personify impertinence while
masquerading in the robes of Sun Parlor committee meetings.
Audacity is timid; satire refreshing, and sarcasm delicious when
compared to the extravagant impudence of the characteristic en
tertainment so lavishly afforded by some of the “committee
meetings.
In the fourth consecutive meeting of a committee of the afore
said type everything from a plea of self-defence against the charge
of being an “impudent devil” to an elaborate discussion on the
theme of the constancy of love was abundantly bestowed upon the
attentive and appreciative inmates of the Sun Parlor. It might be
suggested here, however, that if the performers wish to obtain
the best possible dramatic effect, it would be wise to reduce the
volume of their impersonal vituperations and slightly modify the
scope of their marvelous gesticulations. , —C. S.
Will vanish away from sight.
Have Faith, and the loneliest day will
pass,
Hike moments we spend at play;
And solitude’s spell shall bed in vain
For souls that W'ould bear her away.
Have Faith, and the saddest hour will
change
To moments in glad array;
And tears will be sweet as Morn’s
honeyed dew
That glistens at break of day.
Have Faith, and the Master’s voice will
speak
In tones that are sweet as song;
And show us the way He’d have us go
Through life with its pulsing throng.
—R. P. C.
“Some read to think, these are rare;
some to write, these are common; and
some read to talk, these form the great
majority. The first pages of an author
not infrequently suffer all the purposes
of this latter class of whom it has been
•said, ‘they treat books as some do
lords—they Inform themselves of their
titles and then boast of an Intimate ac
quaintance.’ ”—Colton
A wife should be like a roast lamb
—tender and sweet, and finely dressed,
but without sauce.
Note—The parody that appeared in
this column under the title “I Cannot
Pas.s” should have been marked Ex
change.—Ed.
(Note—As is Indicated by the head
ing of this column, the Editors do not
assume responsibility for the senti
ments expressed below.—Editor).
THE “DIRTY DOZEN”
The die is cast. The inevitable chal
lenge has been hurled at that “base”
and “ungenteel” organization, dubbed
“The Dirty Dozen,” by one of our
esteemed friendly foemen. In view of
this fact, I grasp the well known quill
between the equally well known thumb
and index finger of the well known
“lunch elevator” and for the moment
abandon my habitual clositer of si-
ence and step forth in defense of my
notoriously well-known colleagues, that
decluded branch of poletarlat who
have descended so low in the scale of
human depravity as to become a part
of that organization known as “The
Dirty Dozen.”
I want it clearly understood that I
am not a communicant of this infamous
organization; and such an impression
should not be conveyed simply because
I rise to defend, not “The Dirty Dozen,”
but the group of boys who have been
so harshly criticized by our worthy
apostle of decorum.
I come not in defense of those who
are disrespectful to our visitors, for I
deplore the fact that disrespect and in
gratitude are sometimes shown to vis
itors by some members of our student
body; but the ones who thus offered
can be counted on the fingers of a man
who has only one hand, and two or
three fingers off that.
I come not in defense of the man or
men who would heap insults upon the
fairer contingent. There are none so
depraved at Mars Hill. Where there
is no fire, no water is needed. So that’s
that.
I uphold to you, not a gang of
“rough-necks,” but a gang of honest-
to-goodness, jolly, good sports.
I have yet to indulge in such an out
wardly preposterous and monstrously
grotesque form of entertainment as my
oponent, namely, heaping coals of fire
upon the heads of men who do not de-
.serve such unfair criticism. I am ad
verse to the criticisms heaped upon my
co-workers by my dear friend who is,
beyond a doubt, unfamiliar with the
tactics and antics of this band of
merrymakers.
I am sure that my very dear friend
does not see all the devices which are
employed by the ‘’Dirty Dozen” for en
tertainment. Therefore, in order to in
form him of their habits, I hereby ex
tend to him a cordial invitation to ac
company me On my “annual inspection”
of the roosts and dug-outs of this so-
callcd “dirty dozen.” Then he will
surely see for himself that the playing
of rook, marbles, hop-scotch, and hide
and seek has no noticeable effbet upon
the morals of those who indulge or
upon the morale of the institution.
This “gang,” I am sure, thinks just as
much of Mars Hill as does my dear
friend; and there is not one who would
stoop to defame its spotless name;
neither is there one who would not rise
in defense of its good name if the oc
casion demanded. My sincere hope is
that all will conclude that “the gang
ain’t so bad after all”; for surely if
this “gang” were to be dispensed with
another equally as bad or possibly
worse, would take the place of the de-
po.sed contemporaries. It is plainly
evident that in a student body as large
as ours there is the inevitable gang—
whether good or bad, it matters not.
Only the fact that it is there may be
taken into consideration. I am of the
opinion that this is a good “gang” and
am In favor of leaving good enough
alone. With this in view we are bound
to come to the conclusion that this
must be dealt with as a matter of
course and not as something phenome
nal.
There is no sueh organization as “The
Dirty Dozen” at Mars Hill; but if there
were, I am sure that they would heart
ily disapprove of putting on a wry face,
gathering a few flowers, and then re
tiring to some corner to await the com-
AN ESSAY ON MAN
-hUi
Men are what women marry. Ti
have two hands, and sometimes t ^
wives; but they never have mor^ tl
one collar button or one idea at'^'’
time. 101
Generally speaking, they may be lie
vlded Into three classes: husbanjiiu
bachelors, and widowers. An eligil t-
bachelor is a mass of obstinacy ^
he
tlrely surrounded by suspicion.
Making a husband out of a man[ ^
one of the highest plastic arts knot®''
to civilization. It requires scleJ^e
sculpture, common sense, faith, ho(,j
and charity—especially charity.
aiD
If you flatter a man it frightens
to death, and if you don’t you bore I
J ’1
to death. If you permit him to mS
love to you, he gets tired of you in v«
end—if you don’t he gets tired of jVIr.
in the beginning. ppjj
If you believe him in everything Jug
soon cease to interest him, and if 5’,
sec
argue with him in everything you sf
cease to charm him. If you believe
he tells you he thinks you are a
and if you don’t be thinks you areftol
cynic.
If you wear gay colors and rouge a
a startling hat, he hesitates to take
out, and if you wear a little brown 6>y
and a tailor-made, he takes you out a*ng
stares all the evening at a woman ^ea
gay colors, rouge, and a startling tale:
If you join i|im in his gaieties ^aj
approve of him In his smaking, j
swears you are driving him to Vto
devil; and if you don’t approve of ^
smoking and urge him to give up toi
gaieties, he vows you are driving tip^,
to the devil. If you are the clingljfg
vine type he doubts whether you
a brain, and if you are a modern, 2rie,
vanced, and independent womaan,
doubts whether you have a heart,
you are silly he longs for a bright m> ^
and if you are brilliant and intellectf
.Of
he longs for a playmate. If you «,
Wl(
popular with other men he is jealoi^'^'
and if you are not he hesitates to mat
.Of
a wall-flower.
Of
Gosh-ding men, anj-how!—ExchanI
Ma
In the foregoing bit of exchai
clipped from Old Gold and Black,
man, that highly complex, chemicl
united and decorated compound of
plastic realm, essays forth in an i
alytic and synthetic treatise on ni
And by letting her imagination bi
forth into regions unknown (to n
even!), she sees that “mass of obstin
shrouded in suspicion, moulded into
model husband by the simple appll
tion of all the known arts of won
—flappery, flattery, flirting, fooling!
Indeed, if we are to believe this el
orate mass of speculation, we must
necessity conclude that men are
only what women marry, but also w
they make! And then, as if exceed!)
ly pleased with their wonderful cr
tion, they marry him! This is, tn
the tragedy of it: they marry ma
whom flirting frightens, flattery fc
and flappery furstrates. They ma
him, living with him occasionally, :
then retire into their fairyland of si
plicity and dream away the time
reading Mother Goose rhymes to
rising generation.
When women lift their voices to
tune of “Gosh^ding Men, Anyho
then men needs must sweetly chi
in to the strains of “Bye, Bye, Bla
bird!”
We must admit, however, that
Essay on Man” tickled us where
itched. And we are desirous that so
dare-devil, as It were, who feels hi
self sufficiently versed with the co
ple.x creature known as woman, wo
vindicate man by showing woman
as she really Is.—Editor.
-“Kit
ing of the undertaker. We have
ideas as to what constitutes a g
time; we should grant others the pi
ilege of doing the same thing; so I
we have the eternal conflict of oplnl
again, and it Is here that we must
slst or else repeat.
—^W. T. Crawfon