TUB HILLTOP. MARS HILL COLLEGE, MARS HILL, NORTH CAROLINA
‘Plain Living and High Thinking.’
Published Semi-Monthly during the school year by the students of
Mars Hill College. Subscription price 50c per semester.
Entered at the Post Office, Mars Hill, N. C., as Second Class Matter,
February 20, 1926.
Editor Al Bellinger
Managing Editor Eugene Brissie
Business Manager Catharine Etheridge
Advertising Manager John Marr
Circulation Manager Frank Harris
Faculty Adviser John A. McLeod
SEASON’S GREETINGS .
Typists __Bill Prentiss, Paul Parks, Flowers Clark
Alumni Reporter Lena Sue Shermer
Sam Smith Paul Early Horace Chamblee Mildred Davis
James Walker Humphrey Jones Horace Morton
Charles Radford Vernon Bixby Orville Campbell
DECEMBER 4, 1937.
Our Christmas Wish
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The Three Kings' Road
Because of the nearness of the Christmas season. The Hilltop
considers it appropriate to extend Yuletide greetings to its readers.
As a Christmas wsh, we would have you find the real spirit of
We wish that you would seek the personalities who have made
that spirit. You might sit before the fire and turn the pages of a
musty volume while you ask Charles Dickens about it. He’s the type
of fellow who can make real people appear before your eyes as
though they were in a story. Have him show you Tiny Tim, the
plucky little crippled boy who knows what the spirit of Christmas
is. You might be fortunate enough to see him wave his crutch in the
air and say, with a bright smile, “God bless us every one.”
We wish you might “hobnob” also with those characters of
today who keep alive the spirit of Christmas. Go for a walk on
Christmas Eve and perhaps you will find that spirit. We suggest
you don’t go to a wealthy home with brightly lighted Christmas
trees and a display of money. There you are apt to find spoiled chil
dren quarreling over their presents. There the Christmas tree will
be burned soon and lights carefully put away in a cardboard box.
Why not wander down through some poor section of town?
There you might find a house with a leak in the roof and no paint
on the outside. Inside, more than likely, there will be a family bound
together with love.
Across the street, in the dimly lighted cafe, the fellow behind
the counter may be idly chatting with a “cop” who has stopped in
from his night duty long enough to snatch a cup of coffee. You’ll
find these two don’t seem to mind, strangely enough, that they have
to work on Christmas Eve. Their faces, as a matter of fact, will have
no signs of care, as they look up and tell you “Merry Christmas.”
On your way back home you might run across a little newsboy
dressed in rags. His face you might notice, would be a little hard and
mature, as he stood there saying, “Paper, Mister?” And, as you
stand, a little contemplative, in front of your door, you may con
sider yourself fortunate because you have taken that walk. For you
have seen the spirit of Christmas. —A. B. B.
When all the tinsel has been laid away.
The tree is stripped, the fevered rush is past—
Yok still have trees, a hill, a child at play.
And love, and prayer, and fadeless things that last.
Wear your proud purple underneath your load!
Touch hand with one who travels alone, afar!
Brave your dark night and walk the Three Kings’ road
To find your Christ beneath his lovely star!
He loves, I know, our pretty baubled trees.
Our busy shops, our laughter young and gay.
Our ribboned gifts—have we no gifts but these?
No bright, red wreaths except for Christmas Day?
Though broken is some toy beneath your feet.
Some dear illusion shattered or grown dim—
The Three Kings’ road goes by your dusty street
That leads up to a Star—and Him.
—Anna Beake Mezznida.
^ THE FIRST IMPRESSION
Tribute To Whom Tribute Is Due
Approximately nineteen centuries ago, wise men journeyed afar
to pay their tribute to a new-born king. They recognized this as
being a privilege and not entirely as a duty. Each of the wise men
carried different gifts and each of them carried something that might
be suitable, yet all in all it was a sincere and cheerful giver that
bore the gift.
Today we travel far to pay our tributes. These tributes are paid
to kings as they were in the days of old. Some of these kings are in
the form of amusements and some are in form of pastime. We, the
givers, pay our tributes as pleasure^seekers, and we bow before the
kings that are seated on the thrones of carefree and careless empires.
These monarchs rule with an iron grip and show no sign of giving
in. It seems that we have really forgotten the King that is due our
tributes, yet we still declare that we are a loyal people of His empire.
Truly enough, there is no new-born king today to whom we
may present our tributes. There are, however, millions of His own
;people to whom we may give gifts. The gift may be only a cheery
smile or a word of encouragement to someone in need of such, but
it is a tribute to the King if the giver behind the gift is cheerful.
Then, as the Yuletide season approaches, may you do as the wise men
of old .did .and bear your gifts to the King.
—E. P. B.
Slowly, all too slowly, Christ
mas approaches. Everyone here is
listening for the Christmas bells
and the jingle of Santa Claus’
Greetings from Mars Hill! We
want to take this opportunity to
let you know what to throw down
our respective chimneys this De
cember 25th. To Helen Crutch
field bring one pair of eyes
mounted on ball bearings so that
she can put them in for the ones
she’s worn out this year . . . .
Agnes Isenhour wants someone or
something to take Sam Long’s
place . . . Millie Davis wants a
trip to Norfolk, Virginia, to see
half of the navy (he’s laid up in
the hospital with a broken leg)
. . . Lena Sue Shermer wants to
know who put Shue in that last
“Hilltop.” ... To Bill Davis you
can bring a good Greek “pony”
and a real good date with that girl
in Louisville . . . Bring Dupey
Sears a haircut—one that will last
What a gloriously calm and
beautiful things was the birth
and first impression made by our
Lord Jesus Christ upon this world
ly globe, full of human weakness
es, disasters, triumphs and trou
bles. Into the ancient city of Da
vid had come these two, Mary and
Joseph, because they were of the
lineage of that great old king to
whose seed had been promised
the Savior of the world.
To those on the outside a feel
ing of awe and wonder and quiet
ness prevailed. How quiet and
peaceful was the stable in the
early morning just before dawn.
There was something about the
impression made here which lay
a hush and air of hopefulness
over all the people. There had
been whisperings of the Messiah’s
coming at times. Could this be
the culmination of the hope of
BY PAUL EARLY
the Jews for centuric
all who witnessed this
and glorious birth of
must have understood.
To the shepherds in
God’s own angels appe ^
ing of the birth of the^
Bethlehem. These simple
folk saw His own anno
of the hirth of His Son
How awesome and
awesome and injL
Then came the three
from the east. These tl
God’s heavens and, bee
had known God’s propl •
had studied his great! ^
it was given them to i
and to come first to
As He entered the
Lord began to be wors
the meek and the gre
Jesus surely was born t
in the hearts of men 1
until the spring holidays . . . Beth
Alexander and Mary Flack Jor
don want a high stool so that it
will be less trouble to see out that
high little window in their room
. . . To Fleetwood cottage bring
more and better truth meetings
. . . To everyone everywhere—
the best Christmas ever . . . Long
Live Santa Claus!
The Mars Hillians.
♦ * ♦
Christmas isn’t far off, is it?
Here’s wishing everyone the
swellest holiday season they have
ever had. But, while you’re away
I bet you will think of the mistle
toe on all the lights in the Spil-
man date parlor, the >1
trees in front of the mi
ing, Mr. B. Wood’s chi
Miss BiggeFs Christmas
stays in use the whole
the guy whose trying to
Remember, girls, that
daddy is only a form
'ized sap. Bye now. See
To All . . .
J. F. Ammo!