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THE HILLTOP, MARS HILL COLLEGE, MARS HILL, NOR*^ CAROLINA
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I Am a Fugitive
From a Chain Gan^'
When Hearts Stand Still
(Previewed)
In this picture the chain gang sys
tem of certain states receives its first
important screen treatment. The cast,
headed by Paul Muni, performs en
tirely without “acting.” It’s that real.
The picture is, of course, a terrific
indictment of the chain gang system.
But not by being missionary. It is
an indictment because it is not a
preachment, as it might have become
under Hollywood’s usual treatment.
It shows what goes on in chain gang
camps, how a man is condemned to
the most terrible of all penal systems I hajlway
and how, after escape, he becomes the
pitiful hounded thing.
“I Am A Fugitive From A Chain
Gang” reaches heights. There is no
doubt of that. It is pretty stark,
very powerful, as gripping as the
twenty-pound chains which bring a
once-free man’s springy step to a
hobble.
The story is that of a man drawn
into a petty theft, his capture, sen
tence to a chain gang camp and his
^subsequent, thrilling escape. He goes
'to a large town and tentative free
dom, becomes an important citizen,
•is betrayed by the woman who forced
-him to marry her when she discovered
he was an escaped chain gang prison
er. He goes back to a second term
and a second escape, more thrilling
than the first. The ending is unusual'
cinema work.
“I Am A Fugitive” has effective
suspense, effective portrayal, effective
result. We can’t rave about it in the
blatant way. We can only say—
“Here, ladies and gentlemen, is a
picture to see, if it’s the only one you
can see this year.” —A. E.
By SARA CORPENING
A slight movement of Mrs. Shaw’s
wrist is the signal for action. The
tap of the bell signifies that the even
ing meal is ended, and the dating hour
is at hand. From different parts of
the dining hall arise fair young dam
sels, arrayed in most fetching man
ner, hair neatly coiffured, and faces
at their prettiest. They make
leisurely exit from the hall, but when
once outside the door, the “Ameri
can princesses” make a dash for their
respective rooms, there to add the
finishing touches to an almost perfect
toilette. Then a dash down the stairs
There a stop. Has
He come? No sight of the male in
quest. Could he have forgotten?
Then comes the blasting idea: Is it
possible that this is a case of being
stood up? The agony of the next
ensuing moments! Out of the black
ness a voice: “Say! your big moment
said he couldn’t hold that settee for
ever!” Saved! He is in the sun-
The Comeback Kid
parlor, proudly protecting the most
popular piece of furniture in Spil-
man—the lone settee of which the
sunparlor boasts. For it he has left
a chance at a second dessert, for it
he has combatted all other eager
seekers, and now it is his proud pos
session for an hour. The relieved
female enters the sunparlor, accom
panied by a hearty welcoming address
from the curbstone gallery. She ig
nores the remark of the chivalrous
defender of the settee, “Late again,”
and nonchalantly seats herself on the
coveted wicker.
Another dating hour has begun.
The season of society anniversary
celebrations brought a.number of
former students back to the college
to attend the annual public program
of their respective societies. The
following were recent visitors: H.
Clay Cox, Marion Justice, -M. H.
Kendall, Reeves Colville, Frances
Frisby, Tom Moore, Ernests.'loore
B/radley Taylor, Floi’a and Vemie
Huffman.
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ASHEVILLE, N. C.
Gibbs-House All-
American Team
Left End—Horton Gregg.
Left Tackle—Albert Suttle.
Left Guard—Jack Hodges.
Center—Lionel Flack.
Right Guard—Bomar Lowrance.
Right Tackle—Woodrow Denton.
Right End—“Pig” Holland.
Quarter—John Corbett.
Left Halfback—Paul Buck.
Right Halfback—iBob Scruggs.
Fullback—Arthur McGinty.
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Mascot—“Pot” Bruce.
Picked by Gramercy Rice.
(Continued from page 2)
“I suppose he’s takin’ his deep breath
in’ exercises now ”
“Uh—no, he ain’t trainin’ right
now. As a matter of fact he’s quit
the ring—cold. That’s why I wanted
you to see him. For three or four
months he bums up the town, lickin’
some of the best scrappers in the
division. Then out of a clear sky he
ups and quits. He ain’t had on a
glove since, and won’t go near a ring.
He starts boozin’ and gets a front
seat on the downgrade toboggan, and
nobody has been able to do anything
with him. All the managers in town
have tried to get him back in the
ring, but their efforts have netted
them exactly nil. He use to bo a
right likable kid, but he’s developed
a nasty disposition. As you claim
you’re such a good hand at psycholo
gy I’ll wake him up and let you try
your hand on him.”
Galvin prods him in the short ribs
with his foot. The celebrated mid
dleweight emits a grunt. “Can’t yuh
leave a guy sleep in peace?” he mut
ters. “I ain’t botherin’ nobody.”
“Get up. Kid,” orders Galvin. “I
want you to meet a friend of mine,
Jimmy Drexel, a fight manager.”
He raises to a sitting posture re
vealing a gaunt face covered with a
heavy stubble of beard. Somehow,
in spite of his unkempt appearance
there was something likable about the
lad. Something about him seemed to
cry out: “Yeah, I know I look like a
bum, but I’ve seen better days. I don’t
belong here; and if somebody tries
hard enough to put me back where I!
do belong, I could make some real
coin for a good manager.” Then I
thinks to myself: “Well, ol’ boss, I
b’lieve we’ll take a fling at this.”
“I thought yuh was a cop, at first,”
the sleeping one apologized.
“Kid, Mr. Drexel wants to talk
with you about a little matter,” Gal
vin explains. “So as I got to see a
feller in a few minutes I’ll just ooze
along and let you two get acquaint
ed.”
I Tense Momet
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The
IN
Room mates are peculiar animals.
Often they are purely ornamental.
Occasionally they are useful. When
one wishes to shift the blame of some
misdemeanor or mistake, a room mate
is often a handy object. Likewise,
when one wishes to fix a stubborn tie
or fasten a difficult dress, these crea
tures :become a great help if you know
how to work them.
Room mates are like children. From
the very first they should be trained
to be seen and not heard; to arise
early on cold mornings to close the
windows and turn on the heat; to
speak when they arc spoken to only.
Although they should be taught to
deliver city notes promptly and pri
vately, care must be taken to also
teach them never to hook your very
best heart-throb as room mates often
have that unaccountable tendency.
In addition to the method of train
ing you are even now using of com
manding, “squelching,” knocking, and
domineering, try patience, loyalty,
helpfulness, and love. Strange to
say, some experts find after a week’s
trial of this theory that especially
stubborn room mates even soften.
Try this unusual training method on
your room mate if he or she doesn’t
exactly fit your taste. You may be
surprised at the experiment and so
pleased at its success in taming the
person you must live with for tw^en-
ty-four hours a day that you ■will
want to continue it always.
—E. M.
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The dinner hour
Chapel has let out a
stand around in grou
sound of the bell, the
ting on the rail or s
entrance, w’hile the
sembled in the Sun Pa
man porch. Some of
dies can be seen to cast'
in the direction of the
friend, and once catch
stowing such affectionaf
to cause said boy friend
digestive disorders as
partaking of his custoi*
of food.
The boys as a whole
and restless, resemblin
sheep about to be tul>«^
green pastures. Many
men stand about in sni
changing jokes and
the foregoing morning.
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The students at Florence State
Teachers’ College (Alabama), used
an average of 128 books each for
1931-32. During May 9, 745 books
were circulated.
Yuh know yuh don’t mean
like that,
it.”
“Sure I mean it. Kid. Come on—
let’s scram. I know just the place.”
We light out for a quick lunch
Covington Sport
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Everything for the
Discriminating Sportsman
ASHEVILLE, N. C.
“The Kid eyed me suspiciously. nearby; and in spite of the
er - l.ujp/lerx.a'irj.she'> the
I lowers myself gingerly to the
bench and says by way of a lead:
“Well, Kid, they tell me you’re a
fighter.”
“I was,” the Kid counters. |
“Whassa matter? Don’t yuh like
the fight racket?” j
“Whadda you care?” |
“Wel-1—I dunno. I was just won-I
Kid is supposed to be in, he ambles
along at a lively clip, his mouth fair
ly watering at the prospect of a real
feed.
I tells the Kid to order anything
he wants and he responds by stowing
away enough grub to outfit a polar
expedition. However, I don’t kick—
even though I know the bill is going to
look like a Senate relief appropria-
then something happent^®
attention of the entire p’
boys start scuffling, m||“‘
chases another, or en«°
test of physical prowess.
performers stand in g
the fair onlookers who
displays from the S
porch, not to mention
at precarious angles fn
windows.
The big bell peals fo
begin to show signs of
being eager to get at t
of them. Many of the
have been resting on Iq
over nearer the entrano j
tion of the ringing of 1^,
Some of the men, who d
so eager to enter the ten
gather around a youth
“Cab” and emplore him
ally, after much plea
sents, singing throatily
from a popular jazz hit
ishing, he is hoisted to
of his admirers, where
edges the plaudits of
shaking !>(;■ vol) ■‘■’>^■*'1 j
es
at
derin’ why a good box fighter would;:;" . " ornate rvweiappropri
I qu:t the same cold wheu he had ^ h.
j big chance to mop up.”
“People wonder about a lot of
,m
hooked, and later on it will be him
paying the bills and not me. When
the Kid finishes the last slab of pie.
,v; i.n 1. • uiusnes tne
things that ain’t any of their busi- u- ..i. u , ^
ness, don't they?" right nasty like. j
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TTiri I’d 4- -1 ,1^'® hand, loosens his belt, and leans
Kid, maybe you did get a misdeal i i,
Util 1 back against the wall to erive his di-
somewhere back along the line, buti .. ^ ,
u * > 1. ^ | g«stivc organs a free hand
there am t no use bein’ sore about i •*. n »>
^ i if oil Ti, f c Tj. -cTT, lhanks—it was swell,”
it all the rest of your life. Why,
he smiles
everybody ha's' a‘ceVtin‘amount "of,
bad luck—that’s in the law of aver-
since I was fightin’.”
Mnw VnmjrM Ti 4. 4.1 “Well, you’re welcome to it. Now
ages. NOW, how d you like to getii„4.» . , 4. . • ,
back in the fieht racket?” .let ^ get down to business and figger
on this big comeback we’re gonna
back in the fight racket?
“How’d you like to get in the mov- "" ul*"
ies?” he snaps back. \ ’ .
_ . • oure. With this meal under my
I confesses that I ain’t given it; belt I feel like I could wallop the
much thought and comes back for: champ.”
another try: “Kid, I’m beginnin’ to “Then we’ll start workin’ out to-
fighter
Suddenly the small be
crooner becomes a secondi ,j.
being dropiK'd hastily by h
who make a mad dash forf
entrance. All rush wildly
door, milling, jo.stling, siq
elbowing. Each man is 11;
the fir.st to enter the “pron^
Finally, after much sti ^
wedging, a few students
break through the mass aji
inside the sanctuary. Thi*
their respective tables, a
specting the food—usual
uncomplimentary conimen
—they twiddle their thuni
minutes or more, while th
tunate than they are still
into the hall.
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Creator of Reasonable Dt'ug Prices
believe that there’s a dame in the
:case.”
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“Quite a sleuth, ain’t yuh? Well
! what of it?”
“Now if there’s a skirt in it. Kid,”
■ I chirps, thinking that I am beginning
I to get the shoe on the right foot,
“just put your mind at ease. What’s
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he smiles
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“That’s okeh by me,
back.
The Kid casually glances out the
window and seeing a guy pass by
jumps to his feet exclaiming, “Say,
there goes a bird what owes me some
money! I’ll be back in just a shake,”
one dame? Why this burg is full of with that he dashes out the door
good looking janes just waitin’ for' A half hour passes, but he don’t
a big he-man like you to come along back. An hour—then tw'o.
and grab ’em. Now f’rinstance, I Finally my-patience gets the best of
know a cute little doll down at Cos- I call a waiter. “Say,” I be-
tello’.s—like to meet her?” j gins, “you saw that guy that ate with
“No!” I n'le. Kid Wallop, the famous middle-
Seeing that the dame question is:know—”
nix, I changes bait, “I know whati44c^ interrupts with a dry grm:
you need. Kid. What you need is a'
good, square feed.”
“Yeah?”
Sure! How’d yuh like to sink yer
fangs in a big, thick, juicy tender
loin steak, smothered in onions and
drowned in rich brown gravy? How
^ does, that- strike yuh, - huh?”
I can see that he’-s swallowed it,
hook, line, and sinker, because he
don’t try any snappy comeback. “Say,
I ain’t had a square meal in months,”
he admits weakly; “don’t torture me
was no prize fighter
what ate offa yuh. Dat was “Louey,
de Comeback Kid”—de slickest free
lunch grafter in town.”
My jaw sags. “You must be mis
taken,” I says weakly. “Pat Galvin
told me that he use to be—”
“Yeah, he usta be Pat’s no-count
brother-in-law, and still is fer dat
matter. Pat hasta stake him to lunch
money everyday—excep’ de days
when he can fin’ a sucker like you
to help him along.”
THE END.
Chorus An(i Ore
Give Annual P
(Continued from p;
Elizabeth lil.inton, Virji
Reading with Mufic:
An Old Violin .. .
Doris Gibbs
The Feast of Lantern.
Orchestra
Piano Duo:
Gondoliers
Carolyn Haynes, Sylvia
Trumpet Duct;
Carnival of Venice ..
Hilly Wright, Gholston :
I he Hoy Who Stuttered and the (
Lisped
Elizabeth Hlanton, Virg
A Quartette Rehearsal
R. L. Richardson, I. O. C
J. T. Wilkins, Jr., S. T. 1
■Accordion Solo:
.Minuet in G
John Washburn
National Emblem March
C.a'mpus Echoes
Orchestra
Toreador Song from “Carmen”
f^ps
Chorus
Dr. W. Marvin Scruggs, ■
physician of Charlotte, has
pred by the appearance 0:
in “Who’s Whqr.”' -After 1
Mars Hill in 1908, he attei
Forest college and the Un
Pennsylvania. Dr. Sci
served in several Tpromint
ties of the medical field, ai
a wide practice in Charlol
a member of the Meckl
barrus Alumni Association