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THE HILLTOP, MARS HILL COLLEGE, MARS HILL, NORTH CAROLINA
The Hilltop
A Gem in the Emerald Ring of the .Hills.—Battle.
Entered at the Postoffice. Mars Hill.
' February 20.
N. C.. AS Second Class Matter.
1926. .
.MEMBER NORTH CAROLINA COLLEGIATE PRESS ASSOCIATION
AND SOUTHERN JUNIOR COLLEGE PRESS ASSOCIATION.
J. NELSON JARRETT.
EOITOR'IN^CHIEP
FRANCES BARNES.
Associate editor
B. G.'LEONARD.
Associate Editor
MAYMEE KELLY
Religious Editor
BOYD BROWN.
SOCIETr EDITOR
STAFF
HOWARD CAMNIT2
ATHLETIC Editor
HAROLD HENDRICKS.
Assistant Athletic editor
D. ,L.^ STEWART.
Poetry Editor
CONWAY SAMS.
Alumni Editor
CHARLES LAMLEY.
MANAGERIAL
ROY F. FISHER. Business Manager HOYLE LEE. Circulation Manager
XSIdAX
W. O.
CHARLOTTE HOOPER
DAVID MASHBURN
ROSSER, Exchange Manager
REPORTORIAL
ELIZABETH WELBURN
LOUISE SMITH
MARION JUSTICE
MARGARET ALLEN
MARTHA STACK
VOL V. MARS HILL, NORTH CAROLINA, JULY 30, 1931. NO. 15.
APOLOGY
An explanation or apology is due the patrons of The Hilltop
because of the rather tardy appearance of this issue. It was only
this week that the responsibility of issuance was assumed by the
temporary editor, who now feels that there was a misunder
standing on the part of several parties, and that no one in par
ticular is to blame. Having quite recently seen the editor, who is
not here during the summer, I have found that he is not respon
sible for the delay, and I am now inclined to accept for myself
all the censure which I formerly willed to others. This is for all
concerned. D l S.
For two years be
loved housemoth
er in Melrose and
Brown Dormito
ries, called to her
reward June 8th.
1.
A LAST TRl
LI
IN MEMORIAM
MRS.
ANNIE
McCALL
(Mother
Milstead)
(Printed only in part)
O Father-God, forgive me if I tay
From (tricicen heart ungrateful word* to Thee!
The springs of sorrow choke me while I prayi
I doubt not reason can not clearly see.
* ♦ * Ji
But Lord (if Thou art willing), tell me why
Thou shouldst permit the grim death-reaper’s
blade
To leave untouched such worthless sheaves as I,
And take the sweetest flower in the glade?
A STUDENT’S TESTIMONY
Boost your home town? Why, certainly. Boost it for all it’s
worth—but better be careful any further than that!
’ Then, why not boost your school? Boost it for all it’s worth
—but stop there; and be prepared moreover to substantiate all
your claims up to that point. Never let your enthusiasm carry
you beyond what you actually believe and can reasonably prove.
It is a rare thing for a student to recognize, while in the midst
of books and perplexities and the vexing restraints of school dis
cipline, the sound and permanent advantages that are his for the
grasping. Even the somewhat settled student is likely to over
look these more fundamental advantages in the midst of piles of
text-books; and looking forward to the ambitious future, he
forgets to live in the present.
We wish to express our conviction very briefly about Mars
Hill College, while yet a student in her halls. We feel that it is
more worthy to do so now than “out yonder,’’ years from now,
when, in the revelation of the years, we shall be able to see clearly
what IS now obscure, and is now only felt rather than seen
When we review the years spent here, and call to remem
brance the manifold experience into which those years would
manifestly plunge a student, there are just a few impressions
which stand out conspicuously above others. These are impres
sions of personalities. Books and their contents fade into the
background, while personalities stand forth in living relief; and
these personalities have been in the ranks both of teachers and
students. This leads to this conclusion: that education is not
primarily intellectual, but social.
« minimize the value of study, by any means. The
student is not a student who does not study his books. Never
theless we believe this to be of secondary importance, and be-
leve more securely in the power of personal contacts as an edu
cational force. To shut oneself within the covers of books and
shut out living associations is intellectual monasticism; it may
^ result in social paralysis.
At Mars Hill, formalism is out of fashion. Every one knows
every one else—or is expected to. Common sense and courtesy
are sufficient guides—not only here but anywhere else; though
here it is urged as policy and practice.
hp college has lived such a quiet life that
he seldom has his name in public print. He has drawn around
him in the third of a century as president a group of personal
ities dedicated to the proposition that Christian principles are
undamental to a sound education; and these men and women—
those who have held their places—are teachers in the true sense
selfish a remarkable degree that devotion to un-
se fish principles which distinguishes their leader. The presi-
declined to accept a salary which would
set him above his fellow workers, and prefers to stay on a plane
freedom to They in turn extend this
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The swift, unlooked-for stroke that fell apace
Has snatched a rose full-fragrant in its prime.
Has left against the sky a lonely space
That only grace can fill, and healing time.
* * jjt
But who am I, that I should question thee?
Forgive the creature, that he dares complain;
A speck of dust, charged with eternity.
Am I, a man; and mortal man is vain.
*
*
And when my eye looks down that endless sea
Wherein unnumbered worlds but lights appear.
This world s a pale light of infinity,—
And I, but one pale flicker on this sphere.
So are we flickers of that stream of light
Which lights our world, and quickens mortal
clay;
We for a moment flicker in the night
Then pass like twinklings in the night away.
And yet that stream, forever moving on.
Flows by this transient orb, an endless sea
That reaches backward to the dim unknown
And forward to the vague eternity.
* * Ik >|c
Teach us to trust Thee, God who made us all!
We are so faithless, we who are but clay.
What Thou hast sent. Thy right 'tis to recall;
What Thou hast given, ’tis Thine to take away.
* * ♦ Ik
Take back Thy gem. Thy pearl of purest mold.
If earth’s short lease has had such early flight;
A purer setting are thy streets of gold
Than earth’s dull luster, for a gem so bright.
* * Jk
>k
Farewell, sweet life—and ’tis to live, not die.
Thy flaming soul is called so soon to go:
Like as a meteor shootinsr through the sky
Burns out itself, and leaves an afterglow.
—(By one who loved her.)
V V V
civilization build, if civilization stands.
We believe in Mars Hill College.
D. S.
SU3IMER SCHOOL
To all of the new students coming to Mars Hill for the first
ime. The Hilltop extends a hearty welcome, and hopes that your
summer may be spent with pleasure and profit.
oif ^ South that is better
situated to spend the summer in school than our own college
ou are in reach of every mountain attraction possible and
we are sure that those outings that will be arranged to break
the n^notony of daily study will prove interesting and helpful
and that you will leave Mars Hill determined to retu?r„ext
MOTHER iMlLSTEAD
Again, the mysterious hand of God enfolds another nf m.r
dearest loved ones. With the passing of MZrClrl and
ow Mother Milstead, we wonder why we must be deprived of
tru??hH f was a mo«t o^
ue Christianity and service. Now her memory is an indelihlp
challenge for higher and nobler aspirations
The first friend that the boys found when they first came to
s^frL wereToo busy or too
self-occupied to pause and offer an encouraging word during
llT- “'"“yo And out sZebow an?
touM fln?" ” whatever need she
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By H. M. Nichol ,
The passing of Mother 1
a source of real sorrow
circle of friends and ac
and to none more than
dents of Mars Hill 0
whom she was associate:!
death on June 8.
Mother Millstead ca|
Hill College two years
house mother to the boyi
and Brown DormitoriesL
found her place in the Fai
the heart and life of ev;
the first assembly of the
pealed to them to think of
‘other’’ mother, and to
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erence and appreLtion for hL without a feeling of rev-
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expected, in order that she mio-ht^^^ ^ ^^^^her than was
cornerX^life^ another ray of sunshine
scho'Il hTs'ome rb“'''il.”°l i"
without her some not ha™ to,!“laF are;
and we realize with infinite sorrow! th.t Christ,
hve the noble ideals, that she stood f?r, a7d“?ied te i!Sl wituS
S. M. J.
always glad to have them
and to offer a mother’s ^
the boys did and in doing
found a willing ear but id
thetic heart and a capal
advise them in all ph»j iti
blended with a sincere rai
prompted by a Christian
life. She was one who c
with them in their triumpi
fort them in their sorrowi
A boy never entered h: '
an hour and came out thJi^
there he sawso preeminent
acteristics: beauty and y(
But it was the beauty
crated Christian life dq
Christ and the promotion
anity among the boys, an
ness in the diwne emoti
sympathy, and kindness fi
ones. These characteristic
see as a lamp in an aW
glowing with fragrant od
mote, preserve and sustai
and noble ideals of this gi
stitution, with so rare and
a setting;but shining only
purest vessel as a beacon
koning to some wanderii
come and join with her in ^
of the true and living Go
How dear to so many of
hours we have spent wj
prayer! She was always
for the lost, and as often
joined wnth them in their n
prayer-meetings, bringing
someone that was unsaved,
that he be remembered
Many are the ones she
personally with a never-tii '^
est until she persuaded tii ^
gin anew a delecUble life ^
of the Master.
On the campus and det
the boys she was both phyi g '
menully always alert She
to recognize the dangers al
that stood in the way of th
and worked to have such ob th,
moved or conditions imp g .
giving them better recreatis )
cial entertainment, and jus ;h(
ily did she see the good of
dent and the student body ( gg
and tirelessly dealt with the ; 0
mote and develop their b«( iv,
ities. The tireless and cap
ner in which she worked an Jo
with the boys in their w: C
and socials not only won th wi
and admiration but stint ioi
them the desire to grasp ai
the things worth while in E.
creed was ‘the harder you ir
higher you bounce,’’ and to F
this idea she gave herself wi
unresen-edly to sacrificial G.
Sometimes at a very late hq 1 1
night you would see her ; or
message of cheer, or a poei
under the door of some d« tV.
boy, with the hope that when Jn
in the morning it would hel s 1
face the vicissitudes of the n
a new determination to can 'ug
Boys, on this earth we si P«
with her no more; but she| 'oc
left us alone. Her spirit lin| ciu
we cannot forget the days
spent at Mars Hill College 1 J
was here, nor the beautiful, j st
life she lived before us, sow ■ (
seed that enriches the lives of 1 I
whom she came in contact , oJ
sown deep in the hearts and
the students of Mars Hill Coll
seed of fiowers that will grow Y
som in years to come, to sei
their fragrance to bless th«
She has gone to awake in thei e
her Lord; but we remember I‘ry
while wth us on earth as a
lamp sending forth the beauti^ >
of consecration, fidelity, and er
“Clothes do not make the i
Observe the dandy’s
If further proof’s require:
Just gaze at Gandhi’s.
—Boston Trana