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THE HILLTOP, MARS HILL COLLEGE, MARS HILL, NORTH CAROLINA
Plain Living 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.
Managing Editor Mark T*AYLorORR
State Editor Open
-John A. McLeod
VOL. VIII MARS HILL, N. C., NOVEMBER 1, 1933
The Football Team
Hours of work a day, a slap on the back if it wins, a kick in the
pants if it loses are what a football team usually reaps during the
course of a season. We are writing of teams whereon are not found
more “ringers” than a horseshoe artist can pitch in a hour. And
of schools where new courses aren’t constructed for brainless brawn.
The Mars Hill football team has the brightest hope that it has
had in years for the state junior-college championship. No con
ference games have been lost. There have been few serious in
juries. The line is heavy, the backfield is heady. Spirit seems
to be running high with everyone except the students. The team
can continue to win if we give it our support.
Much credit is due these football boys who “put out” all season
and get in return probably only a notice that they will be on the
delinquent list if they don’t pass so many hours of scholastic work.
College football should be an inspirational game. The students
by their cheering and wholehearted support can supply that inspira
tion. Mars Hill College has a winning team. Can we support it.?
Let’s make the Lion roar victory.
Before The Doxology
The College Park
Numerous visitors to our campus have remarked upon the beauty
of Mars Hill. This is true, but we should not complacently nod
our heads and keep our arms folded. The mountains here are like
a beautiful bowl containing Mars HaI as its delicious ingredients,
which have become rather settled. A little stirring would bring
out the full flavor of the contents.
To continue the method one spoon we would offer is the puri
fication and beautification of the Cascades. This plot of ground
was beautified to some extent last year. A spring was cleaned out.
A picnic ground was cleared. Benches, tables, and paths were
built to accommodate the picnickers and strollers. But the main
objection to the Cascades has not been cleared. This is the fact
that the sewage of Mars Hill flows into the stream above the Cas
cades. One cannot become—or two either—very romantic or even
joyous with the pungent odor of sewerage system penetrating his
nostrils at every dilation.
It seems entirely feasible that the sewage could be run into the
stream some distance below the Cascades site. This would, of
course, necessitate extra piping and other arrangements, but the im
provement would be worth much more than the trouble and ex
pense. If the water were purified, then the stream and adjacent
land could be beautified by the proper persons.
In the past, the Cascades has been the rendevous of the now
canned” soup lines. But the beautification and purification of
this secluded spot will mean not only a return of the pleasant Sun
day afternoons’ experience by many graduates but also the first
step in the stairway of external improvements of Mars Hill Col
Have you ever sat in the rear of a
church building’ and watched the
various persons who for one reason
or another enter its portals? One
should never complain of the sermon
if he takes notice of these may-be
worshippers as they stroll, saunter,
march, stalk, trudge, amble, streak,
poke, anything but walk naturally
down the aisle. A veritable study in
moods is afforded the onlooker. Where
can one witness as motley an array
of people who in such a varied man
ner gain the sanctity of their pews?
Just another manifestation of the
individuality of religion. But what in
Here stalks a poor soul broken no
doubt from insomnia. He thinks that
he can find rest and peace sitting on
a hard bench, when what he needs is
a soft-mattressed bed with a fan over
head. This one gains a seat next to
the window where he mumbles his
own misery. One study—flickered
past, then gone.
Casting squinted glances from ush
er to pew, from pew to usher, a be-
speckled specimen wanders in tracked
by his wife and youthful daughter.
When the family is ushered to a seat,
the choice has to be relayed from
father to mother and from mother to
daughter. By the time the daughter
has the site of worship well in mind,
her father has decided that a pew a
little nearer the pulpit is much more
preferable. So the trek begins all
over again. Another study—come
A stalwart stripling attempting to
be nonchalant swaggers down the
aisle. A pale grin inhabits his face
as he attempts to retain self-com
posure. He chooses a partly occu
pied pew, stumbles over a plump
lady’s feet in gaining his seat, and
blushes crimson. When he is seated,
the boy looks down at his hands, un
ties then ties his shoes, anything but
Look what the aisle is adorned
with now. Here is what we’ve been
waiting for—but, oh, everybody is
rising to sing the Doxology.
-the street of beautiful doorways—
When feeling rather adventurous
or blood-thirsty, almost everyone de
lights in reading stories of witches
being burned or severely punished
for absurd reasons or no reasons at
But at old Salem, Massachusetts,
may be seen the houses in which
these -‘demons” lived and the gaols in
which they were imprisoned. Quite
a bit is mentioned in history of these
witches and their nefarious goings
on. Many lovers of early American
literature annually stroll through the
House of Seven Gables of Hawthorne
fame. Tourists may be seen to climb
Gallow’s Hill where the witches were
hanged. Everyone is intrigued by
the ‘‘old witch Rouse” where the trials
were held. But bordering a shaded
street, only a few blocks long, may
be found two rows of houses rightful
ly claiming to be the most perfect ex
amples of pure colonial architecture
in America. Chestnut Street received
its name from the giant chestnut
trees lining either side like mam
One s attention is readily attracted
to these white doorways by their ex
quisite artistry. Broad-paneled doors
with rare, carved mouldings, Irrides-
cent fanlights of wondrous beauty.
Huge brass knockers of various de
signs, each one a masterpiece of the
craftsman. One wonders how the
different knockers contrive to create
such an inviting atmosphere. Yet
every design clangs a welcome beck
to the traveler to enjoy the hospitali
ty within. These entrances, twice as
wide as the modern doorway, give the
building a friendly mien.
Here is a dearth of witchery, but
a bewitching spell is cast over every
one who strolls down this street of
‘^Thinking Of Yo\
Oh that I could just be with y
Oh that we could—^just us—
Oh that my dreams would just
I’d be happy.
Oh that tonight we could just s
Oh that I migHt see you real i
Oh for the right girl and the
I’d be happy.
Oh that the clouds would float
Oh that the sun would shine eac
Oh that your love would ne’er ]
I’d be happy.
Oh that the stars would t
Oh that the moon would shi;
Oh that I could just hold you
I’d be happy.
Oh can’t you hear my call so cl
Oh please just banish all your f
Oh won’t you snuggle close my
Now I’m happy.
A valley lies over the hillocl
A thicket lies over the lane
Bird’s schnozzles lie over the
A liar lies over again.
J. M. ENGLAND
“Save The World From Democracy”
A di unken traveler recently mumbled the title to this paragraph.
He was telling the truth and didn’t know it, for that is what we
have been doing for years. There is truth in one man’s statement
that we fought the war to save the world from democracy and came
pretty near doing it. Since then American government has been
tending toward centralization of power. The question of whether
a government should be of the people or for the people has inter
rogated the minds of men for ages.
Ninety-eight per cent of the people are beset by “Ergophobia”
or laziness. The other two per cent must of necessity govern
or there would be anarchy.
When a monarchy, China prospered, but she has had to ride
around in an armored car 'Since embracing a democratic form of
government. Italy has bounded forward in international affairs
and improved internally since Mussolini has changed the national
anthem to I ve Got You in the Palm of my Hand.” Sick Mexico
has been breaking out regularly with revolutions since she ousted
her dictator. America has taken a pill of centralized power for the
depressed feeling she has had the last few years. Is she attempting
to “save the world from democracy?”
The biggest tattler of all—time—will only tell.
(Continued from page 1)
and intercollegSate debater. He js
now attending Wake Forest while
Leonard having finished State is in
the textile business at Union Bleach-
ery. South Carolina.
Since arriving in Mars Hill, Mr.
and Airs. England have been staying
in the home of Mrs. Wilkins, be
loved Mars Hin teacher.
A chapel program was given in
honor of the Englainds Friday of
last week. Both Air. England and his
wife were heard from. An impres
sive farewell program was presented
by representatives from the faculty
and students. A benediction sung by
a quartet composed of faculty mem
bers closed the program.
The Sunday evening service at the
college church was turned over to
Mr. and Airs. England. A most in
spiring and beneficial message was
delivered by both the speakers. Vance
Hardin and Pastor Olive also spoke.
Social and sacred functions of var
ious types have kept the time of the
England’s fully occupied. A final
service in their honor was given
From Alars Hill the couple will
travel to New York from where after
a short stay, they will sail on their
honeymoon and mission to Burma.
The two will leave New York Nov
ember 15 and will reach their desti
nation sometime in January. After
landing in Rangoon, Mr. and Airs.
England will take the ‘‘road to Man
dalay” to the interior of Burma.
They will be situated only forty miles
from the boundary of China proper.
Mr. and Aire. England were married
October 21 in Birmingham, Alabama,
the home of the bride. The mission
aries will remain in the foreign coun
try for five years before returning
home on a furlough.
*'Those who try to do something and fail are infinitely better
than those who try to do nothing and succeeds*
Taken from the top of a colonial
“Have communion with few
Be familiar with one
Deal justly with all
Speak evil with none.”
By German Student In Stirring
Looking at the present condition
in Germany, one will be wondering
and asking how a nation which is so
little can make such a big smoke.
But if one would only think a little,
he would find some solution. A com
plete picture of the situation can be
gotten by reasoning for a while and
getting as many facts and materials
as po.ssible in hand. But, alas; what
does one do fn general?
Thoughts and expressions are ot
tremendous and far-reaching cons^
quences but one does not consider
them that way. He does not realize
what Jesus said, “Let your words be
‘yes, yes and no, no.’ ” He under
stood the powerful ability of the
spoken word, a weapon far more
powerful and destructive than any
one may consider it. In this way the
German formulates his opinion.
Now consider a nation of 60 mil
lion people growing daily limited by
rules and regulations to a small area
but still growing and longing to solve
present needs and desires. Germany
is condemned to pa y a debt far more
exorbitant than ever known, cut and
trimmed on every corner of pos
sessions and unable to obtain a
market on the outside. Her colonies,
Germany’s main source of revenue,
have been taken away. There are
crooked financiers and politicians in
every country but out of the masses
comes the real stuff of which the
nation is made.
As we get our intellectual food
cut out and trimmed, to be good for
our understanding, so we do not start
thinking for ourselves. That the
ruling classes know this well is being
felt. Consider the old generation
which was responsible for the Great
War. They are rapidly passing away.
Young ones are growing up, not con
sidering the past and ignorant of the
reasons and foregoing details. They
think differently, they are young,
they want life, a right to a place
they call their own. Out of this we
have the fiercest complications, the
radical atmosphere, and still they
Trees are turning
Night comes sv/iftly
One thing missing—
The rain beats gently on the
Resounding as rythmic horses’
And I am drowsy, dense and
The rain to sleep my pain has
So I’ll go dream to the rain'
How lonely it is since you are
Aly typiest is on her vacation
Aly trpist’s awau fpr a week
^ly typudt us in her vscarion
Wgilo thsee damb keys plsy
Bren bock, bting bzck
Oy brung becj mub Onnie. ti
B(&ng b4xj, be-ng bicz
Oj, bvong bosk m% beInio-1
Your Guess Is
As Good As IV
If you should meet them o
campus, w'ould you recognize:
“To lose a friend is to die a 1
are asking why,why. Freedc
their pledge; the same freedon
exists everywhere. Stupidity, s
ness, and yielding to reasoh are
tions which need considerable ei
tion in the future of the well-
of the nations ■with the nation