PAGE TWO THE HILLTOP, Entered at the Postoffice, Mars Hill, N. C., as Second Class Matter, February 20, 1926. Member North Carolina Collegiate Press Association. STAFF J. A. McLEOD ” W. C. CAPEL Mahagfing Editor JAMES BALEY, JR. Faculty Director Editor MANAGERIAL Business Manager DE FORREST HASTY Circulation Manager ELLEN ROYAL JONES Typjgt SEDAHLIAH PROPSTS Advertising Manager A. B. PARKER DEPARTMENTAL EDITORS FRANCES RICH RAY BOWMAN FRANK HUSKINS BARTLETT HAGER D. L. STEWART Exchange - SARAH BLACKWELL Religious Athletics- Society— Alumni Poetry Reporters MADELINE MAY, JAMES CHERRY, WILLIAM CAPEL, PEARLE JUSTICE, THERON KING The Question of Policy A campus newspaper is always confronted with the question of the pol icy that is best adapted to the campus on which it is located. The Hilltop, the official organ of Mars Hill College, holds a unique place in the minds of all those on the campus. It is a carefully read sheet and of a necessity must be careful in its editorials so as not to offend any particular person unrightfully. Be that as it may, the policy of The Hilltop, as long as the present staff holds to the office, will be a policy of a reflector of campus policies and campus opinions. We make concessions to no organization on the campus and try to show no favoritism to any particular group. Anything.that is n4ws, regardless of persons connected, and providing it be' of printable character, we will print. Any criticism that is offered by students shall be printed as long as no personal remarks are carried. The paper aims to be a carrier of news, ideas and thoughts, and is not a space in which personal mud-slingpng can be conducted, therefore any thing in the nature of intensely personal criticism is never printed. The Hilltop stands fairly behind any forward looking movement on the campus and clearly aligns itself with the progressive element that is ever loeking toward a greater Mars Hill. ’ In conclusion let us state that we are at any time willing to accept criticisms from any persons regarding The Hilltop and are ready at any time to' accept the responsibility for anything that appears within its pages. W.C. - 0 0 0 Paragraphics Such epithets as “Well, aren’t we getting good?” “Curses; missed by inches,” and “I made that round in par” are being exchanged among the so- called golfers. “Golluf” is the latest sport which Mars Hill students have taken up. It seems to have become very popular in the last week. Aside from the fact that numbers of the little white pills are lost, no mishaps have happened. The course could be much better, but then it could (?) be worse, perhaps. Since “golluf’s” debut its followers have daily increased. Expec tations of a “golluf toonament” are darkly rumored. Then the formation of a “golluf” club should not be surprising. Well, whether it be on the green or in the rough, “gollufers,” don’t take it so hard. Sadder things have hap pened than to make a hole in ten. “Golluf” is hard on nerves as some of the “gollufers,” will testify. And the campus has noticed the disgusted looks and disgruntled remarks which accompany the presence of some of the fore most of the “gollufers.” Debaters may come and debaters may go, but Mars Hill has the best ever. Two victories over strong teams representing Weaver College are the latest additions to the ever-increasing laurels of the forensic teams. As yet the girls have not performed, but Monday night they will have that oppor tunity and against an opponent worthy of their mettle. Here’s hoping they come, see, and fail to conquer. Another sport which seems to be in favor is mumble-peg. Very inter esting game to say the least to everyone and everything concerned except the grass and the mugs of the “peg-rooters.” There are different types; so you can pay your money and take your choice. Why not have a mumble- peg “toonament” and crown the champion as king of his “world?” MARSHILLCOLLEGE, MARSHILL, N. C. Intercollegiate tennis teams are no longer a myth at M. H. C. A man ager has been elected, and negotiations are being made to secure matches. As yet the personnel of the teams has not been selected, but in the near future, the manager announces, this will be done. A Spanish Legend (Translated by L. D. Ussery) In the ancient city of Sergovia, Spain, there is an old aqueduct about which there is an old legend. The legend is told to the children of Serg ovia to this very day. It follows; )Many years ago Satan fell in love with a young woman of Sergovia. She lived on a mountain nearby, and every morning she went for water to the spring in the valley. A certain morning the evil one came out and said to her very polite ly: “You are very pretty, and if you will marry me, I will do anything whatsoever to please you.” The young woman was frightened and ran to the good father priest to ask him for council. “A bad thing is to displease the devil,” the old man said thoughtfully; “so, ask him to do something that is impossible, and he will not annoy you any more.” That night the village girl thought a great deal. She was tired of going for water to the spring in the valley. Why not ask him to make an aque duct that would carry the water from the neighboring river to the mountain and to the city, there on top of the rock? That surely would be impos sible ! When Lucifer again appeared, the young woman said to him trembling, “I desire that, in one night, you con struct me a large aqueduct that will cross the valley at the part below the city and bring us fresh water from the Frio river.” That night there was heard all over Sergovia the roaring of Satan and the groaning of a thousand evil spirits who were pulling enormous stones of granite from the middle of the earth to be used in the construc tion of the colossal aqueduct. At dawn the work was ended. Sat isfied, Satan waited. When the young lady saw the strange aqueduct and Satan looking at her smiling, she began to cross herself, frightened and trembling. Upon seeing the sign of the cross, the evil one fled over mountains and valleys in a rush. And he probably is still running, because he never again put his foot in Spain. AFTER I TOOK UP GOLF (J. Frank Huskins) When I was a child. In the yard; I played all the year Look so hard. I frolicked and smiled and things didn’t near I started to learn what I could discern In the world. To me all the books and cross teachers’ looks Were unfurled. Oh! then I coul grin and take it all in Like a Prof; But that, I vow, was before I learned how To play golf. Don’t anyone speak of the perfect technique Of the game. Perhaps you can lie and swear and—but I Do the same! Perhaps you can swing at the tiny white thing E’er a score; Perhaps you can pose on inverted left toes And say “Fore.” But I can do that, and I take off my hat To the pair Who can hole it in ten and call themselves men Who don’t swear! I’ve realized joys a-playing with the boys On the hill. But when I turn ’round and swing every pound At the pill. And it frolics off hitha’ like a crazy dog with a Bloomin’ fit, I think I could swear and pull out my hair And just quit. But I’m not the kind to turn loose my mind Quite so vain; So w'ith bosom still filled I return and upbuild It again. Now that is the way that collegians should play The good golf. Does efficiency count, in golfing or out? Ask the Prof! ‘A Lost Poem’ One day while wandering ’mongst the rustling com, Within my pondering mind a poem was born; No pen and paper had I with me then. That I might write, and pass it on to men. My soul implored the phantom poem to stay. But quickly as it came it fled away; But, oh, how sweet it was, and strong and bright, The whilst it stayed! Like some celestial light That flashes once from off a distant shore, A moment beams, then fades to shine no more. And now through ail the days and years that floe I strive to call the phantom back to me— In vain, in vain! The poem that came amongst the whispering corn Will in my wondering, yearning soul be born No more again! -D. L. S. Spring From hill and grassy vale is heard The chirp-chirp of the early bird; The spring-clouds hov’ring o’er the earth Attend refreshing April’s birth. While showers descend and brooklets run— A little breeze—and then the sun Comes peeping from his hiding place And warmly kisses earth’s cool face. Then disappears behind the rain. But presently bursts forth again To spread his cheer and send his ray Of HOPE upon the fragrant day. O Spring—God sent thee from above To ’waken and to call to love. —Fred. C. Bose. Believe It or Not to Ripley Floyd Williams With Apologies Pearle Justice and are in love! “Whit” Meares had a date on the soupline! “Prince” Wilkins runs a candy fac tory! Mr. Lee is a model husband even tho’ Mr. McLeod won’t admit it! We’re going to have a junior- senior reception! Kat Bennett’s latest term of en dearment is “ole.” We won all the debates! There’s a golf course at Mars Hill! Rom Sparks plays “Somebody’s Stole My Gal.” Lester Farrell is Bobby Jones’ understudy. He made 3 holes in 24— on the Cascada Country Club course! Helen Ramsey frames her “city notes.” Jim Cherry is sensible! IN BEHALF OF THE GRASS If the large number of the band. Would move off and let me stand, I’d do my bit to make gren Every bare sfot that can be seen. HERE AND T By “Red" Kie: Well, for the third tim this column makes its and for the third time the not know what kind of lij to the fond readers. 0 The baseball team is real work down at the “I dium and the gang vowi Saturday with the boys fn tile Institute will be ma the games won column, is doing some clever wq boys in the outer gardens ing real ball hawks. 0 The pitching staff is every day. It seems now Bruce, Albritton, and the “foursome” that will )r 3r F B y asl Ml tai sel le burden of mound duty th Jack Felmet has surpri the fans that watch the out with his ability to hur hide. If Jack had been o and had the experience the other pitchers have, say that he would be one ulars for this season, and j frame may yet find itsell dy suit. 0 The “Lions” have a to . handle this year if they top in a majority of the following teams appear dule: Textile Institute burg. East Tennessee S College of Johnson Springs, Wofford College burg, Rutherford College Springs, and Lenoir Rli are some open dates on t and there is a possibili( will be filled in soon. O lis 9 f V va no e Jk le e o Ikn d r on S’! I 1S€ s : kh. si po * m( f. 1-1 for jl s. 1-1 > o of ’ dl , Kis / am a mere blade of grass, I u-ave and nod to those tcho fass, I stay there ’mongst the rest. And do my duty as God thinks best. It mars my beauty and makes me fine. As on me those college boys recline, Mumble-feg is now the go. And rooting-the-feg does irritate me so! —Frances P. Justice. will- poor Was there ever a man who ingly admitted having shown judgment? * * * Whenever you tell someone to re mind you of something you’re sure to remember it yourself. Sunday the soup line by Graydon Jordan Buckner. Now, perha]4y had other plans in view,' Club boys thought thi ladies needed to be trei ^ result the boys went frow did not go, but till nh story and will be told i s, f. ceive any predictions as come of the two big le; races for the coming hoped that some of the A), around here will hand in tions as soon as possible. 0 This season will find ' son back in the big tent as pilot in the minors. Jo haps the most loved play tional game and thousa throughout the country i . the best of luck as he m4.b. step as a manager in League. The Senators out of 20 starts in the among tho training camp dope bucket remains Washington club should first division this year. J over the job left vacant Harris, who is the new Detroit Tygers. 0 On Monday evening week while a group gentlemen were mead way over to Melrose an came upon a sight tha eyes with tears. A bel and white cat lay dead The boys decided that best for the cat, as we boys that passed by, 1 jj should have the benefit It fell to the lot of Morse to act as the taker for the sad occasi| Morse was arranging a 1 ket from a discarded i other young men deck coffin with gorgeous flow funeral procession wen slowly up the winding end into Melrose and Meares’s room where th mony was conducted in beautiful manner by Sd ter the service was ov« taker (Sammy Gale tucked the casket under followed by the honorar; “Fat” Messer, “59 Saunders and Yours Tn into the wide open spl fresh air. The pallbe*! undertaker at the fir« what became of the only to Mr. Morse. Pr st ho 3b, en t an s p; I tl tbi be w |ble se'