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THE HILLTOP, MARS HILL COLLEOE, MARS HILL, NORTH CAROLINA
The Hilltop
Plain hiving and High Thinking^*
Entered at the Post Office, Mars Hill, N. C., as Second Class Matter,
Feb. 20, 1926.
Member Southeastern Junior College Press Association.
VOL. VII MARS HILL, N. C., NOVEMBER 24-. 1932
No. 5
SPEAKING OF SPEAKING
Whether you are to be a leading lawyer, a popular preach
er, or a chic club woman, or a teacher, you will not usually
stand before your audience and give your thoughts from a
‘‘set” or memorized paper. That would be impractical. It
would be impractical for the lawyer to write out his argu
ments word for word, memorize it, and deliver it. It would
be impractical for the preacher, the teacher, the club woman.
The speakers of tomorrow, now students, will use notes,
although some of the more advanced are even beyond the
necessity of this. It is the writer’s opinion that such ex
temporaneous speaking is not practiced enough in the so
cieties. This was implied in an editorial some weeks ago.
Undoubtedly a novice at public speaking needs to use some
well memorized selection until stage fright is decreased, but
when the speaker has become more accustomed to an audi
ence, he should become less dependent upon a word-for-
word memorization. In life he must be entirely independent
of it.
The writer therefore suggests that from the more exper
ienced speakers the societies require more extemporaneous
exercises. Certainly every member before he or she grad
uates should make an extemporaneous talk—preferably upon
some subject that would require research and would yield
helpful Information to the hearers.
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Here*s the way to do it: speak until you are weak—then
you Will be a strong speaker.
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FROM COLLEGE TO—WHAT?
Judging from the newspapers and from the recent de-
no "^'atory statements of the political candidates, one is con
vinced that there is a depression. With the exception of a
pronoeandistic flood of “Bright Spots in Business” and other
hyperdermics for confidence, there are few indications that
the depression is nearing its close. Prosperity is probably
not “just around the corner,” but it is one . . . two . . .
three .. . four ... or perhaps more years ahead. Who knows?
Why is all this being said? In four years every one of us
will, it is reasonably expected, be out of college and into—
—depression—probably unemployment. So why get ed
ucated? Why?
The Forum estimates that over 300,000 of those who were
graduated from college last year are now jobless. The larger
universities have stopped guaranteeing positions to the mem
bers of their most restricted classes. Why go on?
Even in the depression the man who knows has a decided
advantage over the one who is ignorant. And the depression
will not last! We cannot foretell its end, but we can be
ready for it.
What is the point to all this? Be prepared. Expect
revolutionary changes. Accept them thoughtfully. Keep
up with the world but do not be too eager to get ahead of it.
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Sincerity approaches insincerity as its expression is con-
^n°d.
“NOSIN’ ’ROUND
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STAFF
Editor Falk Johnson
Associate Editor-... Hazel Herndon
Managing Editor Sam Justice
Assistant Managing Editor Geraldine Barrett
Society Editor Sara Corpening
State Editor (temp.) C. P. Dills
' Religious Editor Mary Ella Newbrouch
Sports Editor Frank Watson
Alumni Editor : Thomas Speed
Poetry Editor Ruamie Squires
Intercollegiate Editor Bill Martin
Faculty Adviser John A. McLeod
Business Manager C. B. Jones
Advertising Manager (temp.) M. C. Teague
Circulation Manager Albert Suttle
Typists William Chambers, Elizabeth Shipman
Reporters: Mark Orr, Gholston Myricki Clifford Monteith, Evelyn
Morgan, Alma Reid, and Dorothy Tutt.
Do«s anyone know the whyfore of
that determined look Agnes Stack is
wearing?
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Some days ago Frank Watson
advertised for an efficient sec
retary. Many “efficient look-
ing” young ladies applied, but
Madge Thomas was selected.
How did Frank know she was ef
ficient?
If you want to know how dumb it
makes you feel to wake up and find
you've been talking in your sleep,
you might ask Lily Bennett. It is re
ported that on the return trip from
Chape! Hill she exclaimed (during
her dreaming:) “Please don’t hold my
hand so tight." She was going on to
tell more about it, but a certain mem
ber of the party who apparently was
afraid she was going to tell too much,
gave her a violent shake. Oh, Lily,
be sure your sins will find you out!
If it were not for pictures be
ing made for the “Laurel" where
on earth would some of us girls
get a likeness of our true-lovers?
As it is, there's a new one in al
most every room.
Isn’t Icard a darling in that new
toboggan ?
Pete Summey has decided that
it will be cheaper to buy a violin
and flowing tie than to get a
haircut!
Why do you suppose:
Mattie Mae Houpe has decided not
to buy an alarm clock?
A certain bunch of girls hang their
toes off of Spilman porch after meals?
Tine Shipman is so fond of boys
at the Gibbs house?
Jesse Hilliard is taking such a pro
found interest in his personal ap
pearance?
All this chatter was ever written??
Lines—^Assorted
By IVAGOT YOUR NUMBER
"G'ive them enough line and they’ll
hang themselves.” Some such con
ception of the old adage seems to
exist in the masculine minds of our
campus in regard to the popular pas
time known as “shooting a line" to
the weaker .sex. Various and numer
ous are these so-designated “lines,”
but all have certain undeniable like,
nesses. But since men are all alike,
how can a girl expect the miracle of
being shot a new and different line.
Most girls have heard all lines so
often that they become quite adept
at “oh-ing” and “ah-ing” at the pro
per moment without actually hearing
a one of the words which flow so
freely from the silvery tongue of the
shooter.
One of the most popular lines em
ployed by the stronger sex, and one
that never fails to click is the I-think.
you’re-wonderful line. It is an under
stood fact that men like flattery, but
women are not immune. Boys, if
you really want to put yourself across
in the eyes of the one girl, tell her
she is your dream girl, a gift from
heaven, your ideal—in short, let her
know you-think-her.wonderful. And
she’s yours.
A very dependable line, and one
that a girl is sure to encounter in
three out of five dates on the campus
IS the I-don’t-'believe-in-love type. Of
course, the girl knows that her cue
is to convince the disillusioned and
worldly male (he’s usually at least
sixteen) that there still exists in this
world a little ray of hope.
Then there is the very effective
line, coming from out Gibbs ^
we believe, which goes something like
this: “I’ve been everywhere and done
everything, but I never thought there
was a girl ir the world like you.
Most taking. Blondes, beware!
A line to be handled with care is
the I-want-to-.be-a-brother-to-you type.
Very good in some cases, but heaven
help the sisters in this world.
Various and numerous are the
lines used on the small area of earth
designated as our campus. Some are
amusing, some interesting, some ridi
culous, and some impossible. But
shoot ’em boys! We love them!
Editor’s note: Those of you who
were here last year are familiar with
that irresponsible playboy, Wilter
Wunchell, whose column entitled,
“Mars Hill—Week by Weak,” was the
talk of the town last year. Wilter
has again been induced to take up
his pen and will try to carry on in the
same manner that marked his former
efforts. Those of you who wish to
pass on some choice gossip will find
a happy medium in Wilter. Just drop
your contributions, signed, in the
Hilltop contribution box, and Wilter
will give it prompt attention provid
ing that its “print to fit." Okay—
Wilter! Hi, hi, everybody! Back at
you again with my choice bits of so
phisticated scandal-gossip and my
“immortal" diary. Let’s turn back
the pages of my chronicle and take a
peep at Monday.
Monday: Br-r-rlng! Alarm
clock goe» off with sickening
Wail, doing a clog dance on dres
ser. Decide not to get up at five
to study as 1 vowed last night
when I neglected lessons for hull
session. Alarm continues to
ring. I reach out from warmth
of blankets into icy zone, corral-
ing the offending clock with an
iron grasp^ thrusting it beneath
the smothering effects of the cov
ers to drown its heineous drone.
**Ding dong!’’ tolls the last break
fast bell. Decide to go to break
fast for first time in weeks. A-
rise hastily donning only neces
sary wearing apparel and neglect
ed minor details such as washing
and brushing hair. Dash to dining
hall and get in with last minute
Cream already used up
for cereal. Look for waiter to
send for more. See him in con
ference at other end of hall but
can’t draw his attention. De
cide not to eat cereal and pro
ceed to next course. The rest
of the gluttons at the table leave
me a spoonful of eggs, giving me
only my coffee to fall back on,
which, however, has become cold
in the meantime, causing me to
wish muchly that 1 had remained
In bed. Rush up to cafe to eat.
To room to get books for classes,
discovering that books are gone
having put up by me as security
for a small loan to attend movie,
and the said loan having not been
repaid causing me grave concern,
fearing that professors will ask
where books are. Am late for
because of having put cov
ers lengthwise across the bed and
not understanding the shortness
thereof. Finally, get bunk made
and dash to class, walking in
thirty minutes late, glancing a-
round with assumed innocence at
students who gape at me as if
they had never seen a person
^^te for class. hfanage to sur
vive remainder of classes and
chapel going to lunch with the
hope of getting more nourish
ment than was gotten by me at
breakfast. Don’t get much food,
but manage to bribe waiter to
deliver city note and feel better
for having been able to corrupt
kitchen help, but find later that
note was delivered to wrong per-
on, so do not feel much better.
Go to after-dinner class manag
ing to get right nice snooze and
would have gotten more had not
teacher been so rude as to waken
me just to answer a foolish ques
tion. Go to room with avowed de
termination to study, finding how
ever, when I get there that there
are other things to claim my at
tention. Sally forth to take dip
in swimming pool, but find on
arrival at gym that the young
maidens are holding the fort and
not caring for mixed bathing I
venture to Library for to do par
allel, however, not getting to do
parallel because of finding good
magazine article. Go to room
after supper to study. Hear bull
session going on next door and
go in with determination to
break it up. Plead with boys to
think of their mothers and fath
ers back home, who are sacrific.
One Nig
EUAMIE CARROLL
One night when my
soft
Upon my forehead, and
hands
I
Lie folded quietly uponL
I, sitting by the falling; ^
Death standing by the c
Smiling down on me.
If there be any in the r
Leave us so;
You understand.
Do not weep;
Merely go.
I shall but lean my ch
hand
And go to sleep.
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My Bygone
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LUCILLE MORI
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When the day’s hard wo
And watch the glow ol
That comes from the se
W'hen the bird’s sweet s
Floats softly from the ti
The distant rumble of 1
Bring back dim memori
So I look at the sad, fa
Of the days that are pai
I can never recall them
over again.
They have left with a j
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main issues of day
views as to how co
be run; and finally L
ing the Spilmanites.
on merits and dem
tain fair co-eds, som«
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and one youth going
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erage boys. Session
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came in trying to bu
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find that I had been
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locked windows, pi
gainst door and went
spending the rest c
unconsciousness.
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a day out of my diary,
for you co-^s, but let’s
day. Now that we’ve
side of the picture, let’s
ture over and get the ot
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freshness of a date she 1
asked why she didn’t
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the reason being that t
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