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THE HILLTOP, MARS HILL COLLEGE, MARS HILL, NORTH CAROLINA
The Hilltop
^^Plain hiving and High Thinking^'
Entered at the Po6t Office, Mars Hill, N. C., as Second Class Matter, Feb. 20, 1926
Member Southeastern Junior College Press Association.
Editor
Associate Editor
Managing Editor .
State Editor
Religious Editor .
Sports Editor
Society Editor
Alumni Editor
Poetry Editor
STAFF
Robert Burnett
..Virginia Ballad
Mark Taylor Orb
Arthur Ramsey
Florence Hatch
Billy Wright
Alma Reid
Intercollegiate Editor
Faculty Adviser
Business Manager
Circulation Manager..
-.-Frances Burnett
Frank Hunt
Bill Martin
—John A. McLeod
Vance Hardin
Robert Scruggs
VOL. VIII MARS HILL, N. C., DECEMBER 14, 1933
No. 4
Concerning Everyone
Since the fourth of March we have seen an intensive and some
what extensive drive for repeal of the eighteenth amendment.
Now that the movement has arrived, we might wonder at the rapid
ity with which their goal was attained. But we need not, for propa
gandists have for years been insinuating their attack into the minds
and stomachs of the American people. Now that they have reached
their “gold,” they seem somewhat satisfied.
What does legal liquor mean.? It means more liquor, more peo
ple drinking liquor, more people getting drunk on liquor. It means
more drunk drivers of automobiles, more wrecks, more people kill
ed or injured. Wets are certainly in their “Brew Heaven.” It means
that as much or more money will be spent to see that only “legal”
liquor is sold as was ever spent to enforce prohibition.
We have risen to the depths of immoderation.
We have torn away an appendage of the supreme law of our
land and have replaced it with a cork leg.
A law should be applicable to people, not time. Human na
ture changes little, therefore there should be no necessity for a law
to be repealed, if it were ever for the good of the people, and not
contrary to the laws of nature. If a law is morally and
physically beneficial to a people, the law never becomes obsolete.
The people may become dissolute and try to blame it on the law.
A law should not be like medicine, to be taken only in doses. Laws
are for the unintelligent. They will be necessary until everyone
becomes intelligent. Laws do not make intelligent people. In
telligent peSpl(rnrate==r5rTlTmikHlTife=^^
TRAVELETTES
“For her southern boundary one
of the loveliest sheets of water on the
South Atlantic Coast, for her western,
a sparkling limpid creek named in
honor of England’s stern queen—
Elizabeth—a creek whose banks
bound in sylvan dells and fairy-like
nooks and on whose lazy laughing
waters lilies dance in great profusion,
for her eastern, another sparkling
stream named after another of Eng
land’s rulers—Queen Anne—which
pours its accumulation of water by
way of pretty Edenton Bay to mix
with the sterner waves of the Albe
marle Sound. Thus favorably situat
ed you will find Edenton the county
seat of Chawan County—a little city
rich in her history.’’
Not to have visited Edenton, is not
to have seen the loveliest survival of
Colonial America, where there are
today the finest examples of cultured
colonial architecture, and where
scarcely a block is not hallowed by
historical associations. Edenton once
was the state capital and part of en
try, the birthplace of a North Caro
lina colony.
Centuries make little difference in
nature. So Edenton has always been
“the little city on a bay of diamonds.’’
The beauty of Edenton and the glory
of its past make it beloved by artists
and writers. Have you read the
great novel, “Drums,” by James
Boyd? If you have not, proceed to
do so at once. Edenton in the revo
lutionary days is the setting for this
masterpiece. One must not forget
wicked, old Blackboard. Once he
roamed the Edenton Bay. The bounty
of the sea was his.
The beauty of old St. Paul’s is
yours. To rest amid its century-old
trees and to gaze upon its ancient
form, is worth the trip alone to Ed
enton. It was built in 1701, thereby
being the oldest existing religious
edifice in the state. In this church,
June 19, 1776, just fifteen days be
fore the Declaration of Independence,
the vestry met and signed the “Test,”
declaring their resistance to the Eng.
lish crown.
Hints For The Holidays
made by intelligent persons is repealed, it is belittling the intelli
gence of the framers of that statute.
Americans will no doubt soon get fed up or filled up with this
legal liquor and come to their senses to reinstate prohibition.
Depressions are supposed to be periodical, but this one seems to
be punctuated by more than a period. With the economic depres
sion came a moral and spiritual weakening. But as a broken bone
knits back stronger than the original one, so may we recover and
attain even greater heights of mental, moral, physical, and spiritual
prosperity.
Droplets From A Staff Pen
T. he staff of the Hilltop wishes to take this opportunity and
space to wish you a Christmas filled with delight, stockings filled
with candy, nuts, and fruit (or maybe feet), and a New Year
filled with fresh hope, higher aspirations, and 365 days.
In publishing the last paper of the year, we trust that our
readers have not felt toward the Hilltop as if out of it are the
issues of strife, but that as an organ of the students of Mars Hill
College, it has played well, with as little discord as possible.
May the new year bring us a better grade of paper in order
that you may do a better grade of reading.
t*7o&H$ib@^£*?-
Everyone, or two, will agree that what is of benefit to none
and even harmful to some should not be practiced in elite city
circles or besmirched village squares. There are indications that
this what has infested even the campuses of our colleges. It
seems to have become an appendage which most collegians use on
short notice and for a long time.
It is profanity.
A majority of the profanity results from habit or thoughtless
ness (which is a habit with some people); and any habit that does
no, one good should be discardecl. Some people “cuss” to show
off. That hurts themselves. Some use profanity as a knife to
cut enemies or even friends. That hurts other people. Thus
uncommon sense should tell us that we should refrain from such
a degrading and useless habit.
These oral bai riers of rivers and streams have been too preva
lent on the college campuses. We are not all training to be civil
engineers^ therefore, we should refrain (let’s all join in on this
one) from the use of this fight provoker, this incubator of worse
evils, this added detraction to our personality—profanity.
In the Cupola House, built in 1756,
one may find many hours of pleasure
Ih roa'ming''ainohg~ the tiqiiated
treasures of colonial days.
One musn’t fail to see the spot
(marked by a bronze teapot) where
once stood the residence of Mrs.
Elizabeth King. There on Oct. 25,
1774, fifty-one ladies met, and, under
the leadership of Mrs. Penelope Bark
er, declared that they would drink
no tea nor wear any stuffs of British
manufacture.
I shall be considerate of you “my
gentle readers,” and I shall not tell
the rest of this, my plea “Go to Ed
enton.” If you do go, however, do
not fail to see Beverly Hall and its
famous Italian garden, built as a
State Bank in 1787. Visit Hayes,
the stately seat of Governor Samuel
Johnson, Royal Governor. See the
courthouse, the present building be
ing erected in 1767 on the site of the
first which was erected in 1719. On
the second story you will find the
largest authentic panelled room in
America. In the Masonic Hall, on the
same floor, you may see the “George
Washington Chair,” used by him in
Alexandria, Va. Among other things
you might see, includes business site
of Joseph Hewes, signer of Declara
tion of Independence; James Iredell
home; Bandon, first classical school
for boys in North Carolina; Union
Fort at Wingfield; Revolutionary can
non from France, on Courthouse
Green; U. S. Fish Hatcheries at fam
ous Pembroke; and the newly erected
monument to Joseph Hewes, which
cost the Congress of the United
States thousands of dollars.
May I quote J. M. Fletcher from
his poem, “Edenton Bay”?
“Sloping as if for a clasping of hands.
Close to its margin fair Edenton
stands.
Verdure wreathed Edenton, fairer by
night.
And fairer by day for this beautiful
sight.
White sails are seen on its Zephyr
swept tide.
Lovers at evening stroll off by its
side.
Seen in its beauty, for many a day.
The heart will remember sweet Eden
ton Bay.” H. E'. .
Look out! Here it comes in leaps
and bounds. What is it? I’ll give you
three guesses. Yes, it is Christmas.
That latter sling of Phraseology cer
tainly possesses full meaning for
“CO-heads.” It means they can.
abandon “Keats-uh,” mathematics—'
“Yes Miss Rema,” history—“Whew,”
sighs Miss Irene, for fifteen days.
In Spilman Dorm we hear much
pounding, knocking, stamping, ham
mering, thudding, pushing, sliding,
falling, crashing, banging, and
^‘What have you.” “What’s the mean
ing of this,” inquires “The Powers
That Be.” But there is no time to
answer questions now, for packing is
in full sway. Femms are in a state
of nomadism, et cetera, however it is
only a matter of time until the last
echo will have faded, and the dorm
will be silent.
When you’re home at last. Co-eds,
you may be relieved from the prepar
ation of daily subjects, but your work
to make the holidays happy for oth
ers and yourself has just begun.
What will Christmas mean to you,
and to others because of you? You
have fifteen days to use as you
choose. Will you selfishly use all of
your time satisfying your own wants
and desires while hundreds in your
own vicinity are suffering for lack of
the necessities of life, yearning for
a friendly smile, a cheerful word?
There are numberless Ittle ones whose
hearts are aching and longing for
your interest, an affectionate touch
to show you love them and that you’re
glad they are living. Will you shun
little forms because of ragged
clothes, dirty faces and hands, di
sheveled hair or because the tiny face
is pale and unfamiliar? If you do, you
lack something vital in the structure
of a real human being. If you de
sire to have a noble Christmas, spend
your time making others happy. Make
the needy feel that you are the an
swer to their needs.
This Christmas will never pass your
way again. Opportunities open to
you in the field of service this Yule-
tide may never present themselves to
you in the future. At least give
your better self a fair chance by
tliirikingTlr over.
VIRGINIA BALLARD.
Constant, always changi H
Thy glory ever fills
My soul with meekness.
Everlasting mountains.
Creation of the hand
That made me weakness
How can we, who made
Attempt to know the wa
That thou hast stood agi
Panorama of divine.
Great witness of sublime.
Proclaim thy message!
E.
P'
an
Naming Hin
A fellow needs no mark
Placed where men’s eye
He’s judged by not his
Nor what he wants to b [
He needs no flowery adc
Nor scrupulous displa;
He shouldn’t think alone 1
n
4e
Real men are not that
A fellow being worth the
And lives by right nndu.
Will pinch but good deede
Despite the howling thr
He
the whole woi
h
treats
same
And sways not his car ^
He soon will gain for self
One spotless and sincei j
Frank
A Storm
What Christmas Means
To Me
Time is drawing near when one of
these mornings I’ll wake to find my
self at home. What could be more
delightful. I want to lie in the hos
pitable embrace of Morpheus as long
as my desire dares let me. Then to
luxuriously slide into my clothes. To
feel I don’t have to dress by a bell,
eat by a bell, meet classes by a bell,
and study for my next classes.
I need rest, peace, and changed
atmosphere. I don’t want to re
member this lesson or that duty. I
want to forget! I wish I were Rip
Van Winkle and could just sleep for
two weeks without worry or care. I’d
like to dream about Santa Claus.
Spring and swimming pools! (For
fear my imagination is slightly ex
aggerated I must come down to earth
again.) It is impossible to sleep two
incessant weeks and dream such
things. I must live in two weeks
a blissful reunion with loved ones
where time is mine. Where I am
an honored guest and we all confide
in each other. Christmas will be
spent in beatitude, while the dear
Santa Claus is haunting each chim
ney. Back will come reminiscence
of childhood joys. We’re children
again, writing notes to the dear ole
Nick. We go to bed early to dream i
of socks of toys, reindeer, and snow. {
Time makes Christmas holidays
short and sweet.
BILLIE CARTER.
DORIS SM1LE1 ‘
There is a sound of bea
Of battering and force
The air holds tones of mi
Rhythmically hoarse.
Your black malicious wratl
In my heart puts no fei
For cold winds melt your i
Your substance wastes i
The vmice of God I hear f
Your rushing, dripping i
A clash—you crack—a stui
So bright—a moment do
But through that gleam
light
My mind and soul detect
The radiance of His purit;
The terror of His mighi
The Optimi
Here, you discontented kn
Growlin’ ’bout the coun
Chloroform your dismal
Take a course of liver
Stop that durn eternal hov
Chaw some .sand and get
Don’t sit in the dumps a-ho
Smile a few and boost a
Fall in while the band’s a-pl
Catch the step and man
Quite that pessimistic bray
Join the hallelujah song;
Drop your hammer, do son
Grab a horn, you fool, a
Every echo with your tooth
Smile a few and boost ;
—Sel
LETTERMEI\
LIBRARY ANNEX
IS BIG ASSET
(Continued from page 1)
us a library at Mars Hill?” He re
plied that he would think more of it.
Accordingly, in 1918 the older part
of the present library structure was
dedicated. Colonel Montague’s son,
who had returned from France was
present at the dedication.
Since 1915 Colonel Montague has
been helping some girl throi-o-v, ’j
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wing position.
Mars Hill has a good
place several men on the
Junior College team this y
mains to be seen who this v
popular sentiment points t
Nettles, and Burnett for
ous positions and to Fox, I
Davis for honorable mentic
I am a little thing with a
ing. I help everybody,
doors, open hearts, dispel
I create friendship and go
inspire respect and admira
erybody loves me. I bore i
violate no law. I cost notl
have praised me, none 1
demn^ed^jj^^^^^am pleasin
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