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THE HILLTOP.UAKS HILL COLLEGE. MAESHILL. N. C.
L
VOL.
No. 8
THREE
Entered at the Postoffice, Mars Hill, N. C., as Second Class Matter,
February 20, 1926.
Member North Carolina Collegiate Prei* Aesociation.
STAFF
Faenlty Director-
Editor.
J. A. McLEOD
CARL MEARES
Manasinc Editor.
-JAMES BALEY, JR.
Speaking of Flu
Speaking of flu (although no one has it) it might be well to recall Dr.
Vann’s chapel talk the other day on the prevention of this disease. It would
certainly do no harm to try the simple directions that are available, for
often these will be sufficient to prevent one from having this disease. It is
time for cooperation. We know that we can never do anything well unless
we all cooperate. That is what we must do in this case. We must avoid the
things that are said to perpetuate this disease.
“An ounce of prevention is worth a pound of cure” is an old maxim that
is hard to beat. If we would only really go to work and prevent this disease
from gaining a hold on our campus, we should be in a position that would
enable ns to gain much more from the year. Let’s all pull together and pre
vent the flu from gaining a foothold here.
The Nocturnal Vii
MANAGERIAL
Business Editor-
Circulation Manager-
Typist—
DE FORREST HASTY
-ELLEN ROYAL JONES
-SEDALIAH PROPSTS
DEPARTMENTAL EDITORS
Beligious-
Athletica-
Society.
Alumni-
Poetry—
Exchange.
FRANCES RICH
-RAY BOWMAN
-FRANK HUSKINS
-BARTLETT HAGER
-D. L. STEWART
-SARAH BLACKWELL
Reporters MADELINE MAY, JAMES CHERRY, WILLIAM
CAPEL, PEARLE JUSTICE, THERON KING
The Challenge
In this day of wonderful industrial developmen in the country at large,
but especially in the South, there comes the call for men who care and will
equip themselves for positions of responsibility and trust.
We need only to recall that many Northen manufacturers of cotton goods
have in recent years moved all, or a part, of their plants to our Southern
states; that the German manufacturers of synthetic silk have been able to
pass our tariff walls that seemed almost insurmountable and are locating a
fifty-three million dollar plant at Elizabethton, Tennessee; that the Enka
people of Holland are building a ten-million-dollar rayon silk plant near
Asheville; and that many millions of dollars will be paid annually to men
and women who will operate the plants. All lines of business will be vigor
ously stimulated by these vast enterprises, which will add materially to the
many and varied enterprises for which this section of our country is already
noted.
The opportunities for healthful and profitable employment are numerous
and will be greatly increased; so why not equip men and women for the
best of these opportunities? Why not arrange to train them for leadership
in these industries that are being located in our midst because of climate,
pure water, and stable labor conditions? There is no reason why the clear-
thinking, clean-living, sober young men of our Southern states should not
be equally as efficient as those who come from New England and old
England.
Dr. Samuel Crowster in a recent article in the SATURDAY EVENING
POST gives a write-up of Mr. Thomas A. Edison. This, the greatest of our
citizens, who holds more than one thousand U. S. patents and whose brain
and bands are giving employment to nearly two millions of people in enter
prises worth approximately twenty billions of dollars says: “Prohibition
laws are reasonably well enforced. I think we have about 60 per cent en
forcement, which is rather higher than the enforcement of many laws. We
can never expect a 100 per cent enforcement of the prohibition or any
other laws. It should not be difficult to raise the enforcement to 80 per cent.
In that case we should have a sober nation. We have a fairly sober nation
today, so much so that the European nations which are not sober are be
ginning to get very much worried. They already find that they cannot com
pete with us and are taking steps to regulate the control and consumption
of liquor. It is a serious problem in Great Britain. If we get an 80 per cent
enforcement no country can compete with us in anything. In these days
there are so many things to do that it is not necessary for an idle man to
turn to drink. We are steadily developing to a point where drinking will
not fit into any of our programs in or out of the shops.”
The opportunities are ours; a new day is dawning, and if we will but be
ready to accept the responsibilities and burdens in a thoughtful, serious
manner, we can reach heights as yet undreamed of. The challenge is be
fore us.
DR. VANN.
Entering the Home Stretch
Any good horseman will tell you that the real worth of a race horse will
eome to light, not when taking the first hurdle, but when he has cleared the
last water jump and is entering the long, nerve-straining home stretch. It
is the same with a good track man. The real winner of a distance run is not
determined at the very outset of the race but in the last, long quarter mile,
and it is the man with the most “grit” and stamina who comes out in front.
We are approaching the home stretch of the first semester. Christmas
was the last jump that we had to hurdle. We have come thus far in the
school year and it remains to see what we can do with the remainder of it.
Some of us have faltered perhaps but are still striving toward the goal that
is now fairly in sight.
It is now time to make a last desperate spurt to close the gap that
stretches between us and victory. Just two weeks, two strides, that is all
that remains for us to do. Two strides—have we the grit, energy, deter
mination and stamina to pack into these two strides all the learning we
have accumulated and pound across the line in the fore?
As to those who are faltering, limping along, let them remember that it
is only the finish that counts. So buck up; run your best; and if you fail,
fail cleanly, fairly, and honestly. No one can look down on a man who lost
while trying his best. Remember, two more strides and the race is won—
or lost. It is for you to make it what you will. Which shall it be?
What Will the Raising of the Endowment Mean?
What will the raising of the endowment mean? It will mean that seventy-
five thousand dollars must be raised in less than a year’s time. It will mean
that every student will have to work hard; that every student will have to
give; that every student will have to get others to work and give. As far
as endowment is concerned it will mean that Mars Hill College will remain
in the Southern Association of Junior Colleges for the next three years.
Mars Hill will then have one hundred thousand dollars invested in a per
manent endowment which will yield five thousand dollars each year in
interest to spend on improving and running the institution; thus the college
will have better equipment and will be able to do even better work. For
when the college has more money to spend, it will be able to extend its
courses, thus being able to draw more students in different fields of educa
tion. It will make Mars Hill better and more widely known. It will make you
proud to have been a student of Mars Hill College. Let’s raise it.
Patronize Our Advertisers
I am just wondering if there are any students who really appreciate the
Hilltop. If there are, they should also appreciate those who advertise with
us and trade with them, for they are the ones who make the Hlltiop and
Laurel possible. For my part I am grrateful to our advertisers for their
hearty support, and the firm that gets a dime of my money will be one who
advertises in one of the two publications. I wish this were true with more of
the students.
Students, notice the advertisements in the Hilltop. Also, on the bulletin
board are the names of those who are helping to support the Laurel. Trade
with them when making a purchase, and mention the fact that you saw
their ad in our publication. This will make the merchants feel that they arc
getting value received and arc not simply making a contribution to a char-
iatble cause. Then they will be more eager to continue advertising in our
publications, and it will aid greatly in financing the two publications.
Hilltop Approved by Asheville Merchants* Assn.
Members of the Hilltop staff and many others have been striving for sev
eral months to bring our paper up to the requirements of the Asheville
Merchants Association. To be approved as an advertising medium by this
association a paper must be published at least once a month the entire year
and have paid-in subscriptions from 600 subscribers. The staff is very proud
to announce that our paper has met all of these requirements and has been
accepted by the Merchants’ Association. To be thus recognized is an
honor, not only for our paper, but also for the college.
Paragraphics
We are sorry—yet we are glad. We are sorry that Miss Pierce is leaving
us. We are glad that she can leave to get her Master’^ degree, and we are
glad that such a capable substitute as Miss North could be procured. We are
sure that the presence of Miss Pierce on our campus will be direfully
missed, but we are equally certain that the presence of Miss North will be
felt in all lines of work. Through the medium of the HILLTOP Mars Hill
bids you farewell. Miss Pierce. And to you. Miss North, we say welcome.
Did we win a g;ame? Well, I should smile! The basketball boys “did them
selves proud” in their first game. Every man, even to the lowest substitute,
deserves commendation. The game was, of course, not absolutely flawless;
but it was a fine first appearance and gives promise of better things to
come. Stronger opposition will be met, but a more perfect team will meet
it. Mars Hill seldom has a poor basketball team, arid this year seems likely
to prove no exception.
Isn’t Mars Hill getting lively? What about a movie and a basketball
game all on the same night? If that isn’t going some, and howl Several
comments have been made to the effect that if this keeps up the supply of
entertainment might be exhausted before the end of the year. Our opinion
is “let ’er rip.” It certainly is good while it lasts.
Not wishing to throw a damper on the above paragraphic or anything,
but exams are just ahead. That kinda cools things down a bit or warms them
up. What we do know will come out in the end, and not what we have pre
tended to know. Fooling time is over. Now is the time of tho final reckon
ing. About the only advice that can bo offered is, “Go to tho ant, thou slug
gard, consider her ways, and be wise.” In other words, study as you never
have before except at other crises like this one.
One fellow has learned a lesson. He has taught that lesson to others.
McCager F. Brown is the fellow, and college boys are the others. Brown,
although not “bumming” was severely handled by strange men with whom
he was riding. He had hired these strangers, and he paid the price. Take
warning, young “bummer”, or your doom is sealed. This incident should
at least discourage students who “bum.”
I CANNOT PASS
Examinations are my pests;
I cannot pass.
They make me to lie down in sleep
less beds;
They lead me into troubled waters;
They torment my soul.
They lead me into the paths of for
getfulness in spite of fate;
Yea, though I study all night to rid
myself of thy presence,
0, Ignorance, thou art with me.
Thy rod and thy staff they comfort
me—not.
Thou preparest no answers before me
in the presence of my teachers.
Thou fillest mine eyes with tears;
My brain runneth empty.
Surely ignorance and stupidity .shall
follow me all the days of my
life.
And I shall dwell in the same grade
forever.
IT MUST BE TRUE
What makes you sit alone and stare
At wooded fields or empty air?
What makes you sit before the fire
And notice not a passerby?
What makes you find and hold a book
And never read, but only look?
From your eyes
You’re in love.
Why do you never say a word.
But act as though you never heard?
Why do you never with us play.
But only say, “Why, not today?”
Why do you tramp the mountainside
And to its soul your thoughts confide?
From your actions
You’re in love.
MISS PIERCE GOES
TO COLUMBIA UNIVERSITY
Miss Ella J. Pierce of the English
department is leaving about the first
of February for Columbia University
where she is to finish work leading to
a Master’s degree.
It is with regret that the students
learn Miss Pierce is to leave. She is
loved by everyone, and she will be
missed not only by the students in
her classes but by all others.
Miss North of Guilford College is
to take her place.
How is it that you never know
A thing—^just wander to and fro?
How is it that you want to bless
Just anything you can caress?
How is it that ’most all the time
You seem to have some thought sub
lime?
From your ways
You’re in love!
—Chas. A. Maddry.
Joe Webb: “I just had a date with
the most tropical girl in Mars Hill.”
Walter Chiles: “Boy, that’s noth
ing. My dame might be compared to
a red-headed bolshevik with scarlet
fever in a crimson bathing suit,
shovelling dynamite into a fiery fur
nace in the stoke-hold of the battle
ship Vesuvius on the Red Sea.”
(Pearl Jattice)
’Twas the first night of tlj
Year. Stillness prevailed overf
tire third floor. The alanat
ticked avi-ay each second inton
—a past never to be lived ovi
The night was cold, and mi
kets were in evidence. Heat
turned on, and light bulbs
Suddenly, there was a sorif
only one sound, but a series c •
piercing the stillness in rooi
Cry out for held? No; it a
burglars with murder lurking
minds. It seemed not only ^
but probable since the bulb h
teriously disapiieared. The soi^
terror to the hearts of the gii
mysteriously awakened by tUL
Should they talk in audibloi
No; if they were found to boL
perhaps only a few minutes
left to them. However, there
few, very few words however 1
delivered amid gasps of brea
were coming shortly and /
What was—it? Where—is it^
a thief—under bed! Light—f
Again the mysterious sou^
heard. Should they raise up '
try to discover the intruding;
or person? Indeed not; as
crouched down under the co\^^
their heads about the middle’
bed, the cover was ggasped
side BO that nothing could coi’*
the occupants of the bed. N ^
the air! Had they been di ■*
they would have thought thi ’
crossing the equator—k—chi
k~ch! Heads began to be P
more tightly, breath became
words ceased; and gprls we:
ened to the point of hyste:
After a while—it seemed F
came the whisper, “What tin^®
“Nearly time for rising
think,” was the answer. 1
But darkness still prevail^
the earth. Intent ears were
to every sound, and, if sphP'
been gliding about, they wo**
been heard—^k—ch! k—ch! on
side of the room. Moments d ic
ending silence followed. K-
the window. In a few
k—ch! under the bed. »
Soon sil'* became interft
the sound ceased. The girls i| I
sleep, dreamed of bandits, pi
ers, thieves; they dreamed a.
captured and carried off. Bfo
was not prolonged. It soemedit'
would awake at the same fii
“Where? Know what it wfci
lence—k—ch! Blankets were Id
over heads again and hearts!
stopped beating. Such fria
never been experienced. Willvi
ing Bell ever ring? Tho long
not endurable. But can it l| ■
The game tones of the bell d
been heard for four long h
came floating through the 4e
But they could not get up. Tlk
no light. What was to be doa^
few moments movements c^r
heard, followed by steps in
But what could be done? Si;
“Gladys, hurry, open ourV,
yelled a neighbor. A sleepy
was heard. She was called agt
the call was in vain. It waa '
time for breakfast and the dLj
still closed and something ]>j
room. !j.
“Mary, please open our d«i(,
“In a minute.” L
The girls knew they were|
“Who wants their door
Mary called. Two voices ai^j.
‘30.'
The door slowly opened
should be ready to rush f
the hall and to freedom b
pareil, the family cat! Shoes!
lows were hurled in quick suf
until the poor thing ran to th«L
floor and to safety? The cat
ly knew that its life was in da
the third floor and perhaps
suited by threats made
should it come back for anotht.
The old saying is that whi'
pens on the first day of the yfj
happen all through the year;
girls, some especially, seem
that it would be a matter of f
to get rid of all cats and bi|~
mouse traps if they are needeL^
nights, such as that one,
awake and in fear is enough ^
nerx-ous prostration. |1
Floyd Williams (to Pcaik :
tice): “Do you catch cold eaSn
“Easily?” replied Pearle.^
trim my fingernails too closgl
most catch pneumonia.’" i
Williams: “How delicate
are!” it
    

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