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T' H'H' !, Mats Hill Ollege, Mars Hill, N. C.
Entered at the Postoffice, Mars Hills, N. C., as second class Matter
February 20, 1926.
Member North Carolina Collegiate Press Association
The Apostle Marti
Gregory Castro
Faculty Director MR. CORPENING
Advertising Manager EDWIN HAYNEb
Circulation Manager - LLOYD CAIRNES
Stenographer BESSIE LEIBY
Religious REBA LOWE
Athletics SAM MILLER
"0 the heart of a friend is a mar
velous place.
Where one finds contentment and
Where the grasp of the hand shows
that you understand.
As the blessings of friendship in
Open Forum Debate
\"es, the heart of a friend is, in
deed, a marvelous place; and this
place in the hearts of a friend lies
as unclaimed territory for those who
will reverently enter. To enter the
hearts of men and comrades does not
retiuire an ostentatious exhibition of
prowess and courage, for only ipe
ficil .lies could, qualify', but tO tl|
who are enamored of “friend.shlp,'’
the most sacred of all moral bonds,”
there, eome.s the call of simple tmst
ami fidelity. To walk side by .side
with a comrade through of ,ioy
as well as sorrow, to feel the desires
and an.xiet.ies of his soul, to hear
the heart-throbs of enthusiasm, and
to grasp his hand with a kind of
friendly understanding only demand.'
that we yield to the impulse of love
and reverence.
l.s a college campus an appropriate
and desirable place to get in close
contact with our neighbors, or should
we wait to meet and learn them in
the ai'ena of life after the college
days have pa.s.sed? Doubtless every
college man must decide questions of
more or importance for himself;
among those ((uestions, 1 believe,
comes the one of making friends
while in college. On our canipu.'
there is a tendency towards the
ca.'ual and perfunettory greeting; and
it is very seldom that we grasp the
hand of a clas.s fellow and give him
a bit of encouragement for the work
he is doing or for the effort he is
putting forth in the accomplishment
of some Of all the places
where one is in danger of falling
into mechanical mannertsms tow'ards
his neighbors, the present-day college certainly pre.sent the great
est peril. We have specific examples
rill about us which will verify the
truth of this .statement. To greet
a person is to give him an expre.s-
sior. of our kind wishes both in word
and in action. The custom .seems al
most to have lost it.s originality in
the chaos of college activities hero,
and at other institutions. Do we
i-eally have a .sensation of hearty
good will and wi.shes for our com-
I'ade as we chance to meet for the
first time in the beginning of each
new day?
Yes, the college campus is an ideal
.spot for the making of life com-
The Open Forum Debate was hela
in Wingate Hall, Wake Forest Col
lege, Tuesday evening, Februaiy 28,
at 8 o’clock. The debaters were Wil
liam and Mary College, William.sburg,
Va., vs. Wake Forest, Dr. 1). B. Bry
an, Dean, pre.skling; G. N. Ashley,
secretai-y Debate Council secietary.
The query was: Re.solved, That the
United States should to pro
tect by ai-med force capita! invested
in foreign lands except after a for
mal declai'ation of war.
Representing William and Mary,
(affirmative), D. Arthur Kelsey, Ed
win Lambert, W. H. Elliot. Repre-
•senting Wake (negati'm), R.
Paul Caudill, W. H. Losuck and (foe
Carlton. The negative won the de
Member.s Wake Forest Debate
Council, marshals; Elmer Cloer, J. B.
Mattison, Paul Cooper, W. C. Whit
One of those beautiful days of
May, after I had walked down Prado
Lawn, I stood in the Central Park.
For a moment I was unconscious
of what was going on around me.
Nature was mystic and mysterious,
I thought 1 was living not in
terrestrial world, but in a celestial
mansion. But as I lifted, my eyec-
I saw that clear, blue sky, arch
celestial of the Pear of the Aantilles
dream of the romantics, inspiration
of the poets. I saw those majestic
royal palms, honor of the Antilles,
symbol of immortality, moving their
fronds to and fro as the smooth
breeze blowed. I heard hundred-
of birds singing like cherubs. I
smelled the balmy perfume of those
aromatic flowers that only the trop
ics can produce. I heard the mur
muring stream in the fountain. 1
contemplated crowds of little girls
playing on the lawns, happy like
But of all the things I heard,
saw or contempalted, nothing af
fected my heart more than to see
the statue of the master Marti. In
hat moment of e.sthetic rapture, 1
.s'",v before me the living image of
j the Apostle, engraved into that cold,
i de-'.d stone. The sta.tue is facing
! the rising sun .as he to whom it
Boy Lost
On the 16th and 17th of this
month we are expecting to have
on our campus Mr. Alford Carleton,
a repre.sentative of the Student Vol
unteer Movement for Foreign Mis
sions. Mr. Carleton is a graduate of
Oberlin College, he was a member
of the Cosmopolitan and Dramatic
Clubs while a .student in that col
lege, and has since been for three
years an educational worker in Tur
key. Therefore he is able to in
terpret missionary work out of very
vivid first hand experience.
Hi.s u.sefulness on our campus de
pends largely on the preparation we
can make before he comes.
repre.sents saw'. the sun of liberty
rising for a nation of slaves.
To me it was alive. I saw’ that
small body holding up an erect
head, proportionately large. On his
broad, open forehead, I saw the
signs of his greatness—an inspired
poet, an eloquent orator, a superior
master, and a tireless patriot. In
his calm and penetrating eyes, I
saw- the purity of his heart and the
'convicion of his ideas. In his
aquiline nose, the Roman w-ho pre
ferred to be dead than to be a
slave. In his well formed lips, hall’
covered by the mustache, I saw- the
firmness of his character. And in
his massii^e I” .saw ahe litie.'^
that .show' his internal suffering.
In the whole, I saw- the father of
a nation in that man, .small of 
body, but great in spirit. I saw j
that man w'ho sacrificed e.state,)
friends, home, family, and life for
his country. I saw' the man whose
person is reproduced in a cold mai'-
ble, but whose sacred ideals were
fai' beyond description, and that
.should be followed by all good
Roy Heaton w-as lost. He had
not been seen since the early after
noon, and his parents were almost
hysterical. The neighbors took their
lanterns and guns and began a
search through all the surrounding
country. They called, fired guns,
built fires and searched. But it
seemed of no avail. Late at night
an encouraging cry resounded. He
had been found within sight of the
Roy Heaton was lost. His parent.s
seemed not to nund at all. The
neighbors made no inquiry. They
took no lights, sounded no alai-ms,
sent forth no signals. Yet he i.s
lost, within sight of home, aud un
less he is found he may die within
sight of home.
Daily he sits at the table at home:
he performs certain chores; he goes
to school, recites and plays'with his
fellows. Yet he is
He looks into the face of his
father, but receives no guidance. He
stands listening to two men who are
Christians. They do not help him.
They seem not to realize that he is
lost. He works with one of them,
but .still no word.
Is it po.ssible that he can be losi
in .sight of home and perhaps die
there with no one who is interested
enough to guide him to the ’
Colleg-e Quartet I>
Heard Over
The campus was awake'j
ruary 28, to the fact ft,
Hill “Harmony Boys,” alias,
lege quartet, would give a,
of their owm over WWNj-
ville’s new broadca.sting sts,
cordingly, at 8:30 o’clock lob
er.s and head phones were-
to catch the music from t
piring singers. 1
The program opened wi'i;
Do Y'ou Do,” arranged Uj-
tutelage of Mr. Parr. Th)
number was “We’ll Walk Tl
Road.” Then came “Drinlj
Only With Thine Eyes,” v.’„
dedicated to the boys’ motl
O. H. Forehand joined the ^
ers with a trombone soloj
of Tomorrow.” This was s
by Mr. Parr’s solo, “The i
Violin.” Then the quartdi
back with “Annie Laurie” aj
both the station phones w«,i
ing for reque.sts, they finislr
half hour with “My Blue tt
and “Farewell To Thee.” 't
Mr. Stentz, i-adio director!]
nouncer of WWrNC. was ti
his of the programjl
making the trip as Mars Hih
ing team were J. K. Bladil
H. Forehand, William Hu?[lr
Edward Harrell. c
When I consider how my light
Ere half my days in this dark
“To quiero cuando me muera.
Sin patria pero sin amo,
Tener en mi tumba un raino,
De flores una bandera.”
Miss Wengert: So, Julia (a steno
grapher), you finally married the
bos.s, did you ?
Julia: Yes, I felt that he had dic
tated long enough.
Bill Gerald; Mr. Lee, what is the
board of education ?
Mr. l^ee: Why, my lad, when I
went to .schood, it was a pine .shingle.
rades, and I dare to say that those
who do not take advantage of the
opportunities which present them
selves will filid later in life that a
golden treasure has quietly but in
trusively passed out of grasping dis-
trance. Let’s not fall into the care
less routine of campus mannerisms
in the custom of greeting our
“Give to the world the best you have
And the best will come back to you.’’
On Sunday evening, March 4, the
regular preaching hour was devoted
to the collection section of the
church. Some very inspiring talks
were made by four .students about
the work of the Centennial Cam
Charles Maddry was in charge of
the service, and his simplicity , and
naturalness of manner gave the l ight
atmosphere for the speakers.
The subjects were well chosen and
followed each other in a unifying
way. They were as follows;
Christian Education According to
the Scriptures—Ruth Jarvis.
' A Brief History of Chri.stian Ed
ucation in North Carolina—Nathan
What Christian ' Education Has
Meant to Me—Edith Hayes.
What One Can Do for Christian
Education in North Carolina—Henry
world and wide.
And that one Talent which i.'
death to hide
Lodged with me useless, though my
soul more bent
To serve therewith my Maker, an ’
My tree account, lest He return
ing chide,
“Doth God exact day-labour, lighf
I fondly ask. But Patience, to
That' murmur, soon replies, “Goc’-
doth not need
Either man’s work or his own
gifts. Who best
Bear his mild yoke, they serre him
best. His .state
Is kingly: thousands at his bidding
And post o’er land and ocean with
out rest;
They also sei've who only stan
and wait.”
Cotton Sherrill: Herman. ^
a widower ?
Herman Wells: Why, you
don’t you know that he is '
band of a widow ? °
Bill Dockery: Lillian, if
me and no one else but
will prove it.
Lillian: A house divided
itself wiU not stand. ^
was yesterday tomorrow
shall be yesterday pro-
This day
What shall tomorrow then be call’.
not yet come, not far
Olympia and Pacl
Candy KitcheHL
Live today, tomorrow is not.
Tomon-ow, and tomorrow, and to
Creeps in this petty- pace from da;
to day
To the last syllable of recorded time
And all our yesterdays have lighte-'
The way to du.sty death.
Shakespeare in Macbeth
Talent is nurtured in solitude'
character is formed in the stormy bil
lows of the world.
Tomorrow, tomorrow, not today.
Hear the lazy people say.
Good name in man and woman, dear
my 'lord.
Is the immediate jewel of their souls:
Who steals my purse steals trash;
‘tds something, nothing;
‘Twas mine, ‘tis his, and has been
slave to thousands;
But he that filches from me my
good name
Robs me of that which not enriche.'
And makes me poor indeed.
—Shakespeare in Othello
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