THE 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.
Managing Editor Orville Campbell
Faculty Adviser Falk Johnson
John Hall Hill Duckworth
Mary L. Herring
Dorothy Lee Savage
David Middleton James Kirk
Business Manager Banner Shelton
J. R. Evans
OCTOBER 1, 1938
She Snoops To
And as I mused alone, not know
I paused in labor’s only saving
It seemed to me a shaft from out
Perhaps, descended there around
A perfect light, a beam so
From common touch and earthly-
It burst within my consciousness
A swift-gone glimpsed eterni
There from that instant-last
A theme was struck as b](^
To show revealed in pattf ■
A new-built life all mine by
Thus in far realms beyon(“^
I saw revealed a life-time’s
—John W. Bal
By Bill Blaine
How often the old terms “loyalty” and “school spirit” have
been talked and written about in school papers and on campuses!
How friendly we are at Mars Hill! Yes, Mars Hill is a wonderful
place for loyalty and school spirit and friendliness to grow. Possibly
this is the reason for one’s noticing any small lack of it here.
Of this situation we wish to talk.
Football creates school spirit. It‘s fun to bubble over with
fun and frolic for Alma Mater; however, let’s not step there.
The impression we will make on Founders’ Day upon the many
influential visitors who will be upon our campus may mean much
to the future of the school. There has been a day when anyone
who did anything other than support to the fullest all activities
happening at the time on a campus was absolutely in the wrong
and considered so by the students and faculty. Can we not remem
ber this fact this year as we realize that Founders’s Day programs and
the success of its activities call for full cooperation? A campus
not crowded with loiterers but showing busy and friendly students
as they do things efficiently makes an appearance not easy to forget
if the visitor is also treated kindly and with interest.
Then full support is needed by all students in backing up our
team in the afternoon game and in all others. Don’t play tennis
during a game. Give the Lions your support, physically and vocally,
as well as mentally.
It is a matter of honor and glory to Mars Hill. Loyalty and
school spirit cover a wide front. Do the little things for our college
and let her reap the good.
—-P. D. E.
Something To Think About
If you are here at Mars Hill to get the best possible out of
your college life we’d like to quote verbatim a set of rules that
hangs above our desk in THE HILLTOP office:
1. Keep your nose out of other people’s business.
2. Keep your mouth closed except in those rare moments when
you really do have something to say.
3. Keep your chin up. Remember you’re just as good as
the other fellow and you don’t give a “dadburn” whether he thinks
so or not.
4. Remember also that you aren’t any better than the other
fellow. Life on a college campus is democratic.
5. Don’t try to borrow money until you’ve known your pros
pect a couple of months, and don’t borrow it then unless you
are absolutely certain of being able to pay it back on the date
6. Find a member of the opposite sex who appeals to you and
date' occasionally. It keeps your mind on a higher level.
7. If you know more than the pi’ofessors don’t tell them so.
It’s annoying to a doctor of philosophy to be instructed by an
8. Speak to everybody you meet. No one will resent it, and
some may if you don’t.
9. Get plenty of sleep. Despite popular belief to the contrary,
college is no place for night life.
11. Be courteous and thoughtful. If you can help someone
it’s your duty to do so.
10. Don’t talk about your achievements. If you have talents
people will find out about them, and they’ll be much more im
pressed if they haven’t had to listen to a lengthy biographical
Flash! Flash! Hello Mr. and
Miss Mars Hill college. 'We regret
extremely that the dear old Ramb
ler met with an accident during
the past week and was unable to
do any snooping for this issue.
After much persuasion, however,
dear old Sally Snoops came across
with a little information that we
thought was printable. It is hoped
that the Rambler will be back in
the near future and if he does
you can rest assured that he will
be more careful about the re
marks he makes.
Heard here and there: Hilda
Stoker, “These Bells are driving
me nuts—I eat by a Bell, go to
class by a Bell, and date by a
Bell.” (Veddy Clever.) ....
Stormy Fowler: “Save us a seat
at the table.” I agree with her.
She’s two of the cutest girls on
the campus—no flit .... June
Almond after returning from
Asheville, “Sometimes I wonder
why I spend.” .... Don’t forget
to do your shoplifting early. Only
69 more days .... Lila Ruth, “I
know I’ve said it hundreds of
times before but honesttthis is the
real thing.” (We hear ya clucking
Lila Belle) ....
Things ’in Stuff: Some lucky
boys got to carry Virginia Terry
up the hill to the new dormitory,
because of a sprained ankle. P.S.
It was really sprained . . . Sara
Orders was certainly the happy
one the other Sunday and we can
understand why. Goody, Goody
for you Sara. He’s O. K
Billie Baucom’s incessant chatter
on being President of the W.PA.
Ask him what it means. Aw Gee,
Billie .... By the way did you
see Miss Sally Allen in that
beautiful suit of hers. Wow,' she
looked like a dream walking.
That’s not cobbing, either . . . .
Jimmy G., heap big football play
er, has been dating this year. It’s
so seldom but our congratulations
to D.M.—Have you noticed the
Co’els hats in church lately?
Everything from a bird’s nest to
a flower pot but since it’s the
thing this season what’s a gal to
Hitherto we have not run a
want ad dept., but at the insistent
plea of the author. Eye submit
Wanted: A young woman,
under twenty-one, blond, not
weighing over 122 lbs., to enroll
with me in the department of
Campusology. Applicant must be
vivacious, and of a studious
nature. Those interested apply to
Jay Moore, C II, who feels his
education entirely defective be
cause of two years previous over
sight in this particular field.
John Lewis recently remarked
to one of our most popular girls
that he was knee-deep in love
with her. She told him that she
would put him on her wading-list.
Luck to you, John .... Or as J. R.
Evans remarked; “A Tisket, a
Tasket, a brown and yellow Mull-
Soon one of the oldest remain
ing landmarks of the campus will
become only a memory — a
memory of a building that through
the years has housed the hopes
and fears of an inestimable num
ber of students. “Old Spilman”,
so named because of the gener
ous donations of Dr. B. W. Spil
man, is to be torn down. Work
is to begin immediately under the
supervision of Mr. Tilson, college
When Dr. and Mrs. R. L. Moore
came to Mars Hill in 1897. Old
Spilman, or the Wilkins building
as it is now called, was merely a
massive framework, the incom
plete realization of a boarding
house someone had started and
then abandoned because the de
pression of that year. In 1898 Dr.
B. W. Spilman, seeing the need
of the college for more buildings,
bought the lot and had the incom
plete structure rebuilt, naming it
in memory of his deceased infant
son, Raymond Pollock Spilman.
For three years the building
was occupied by Rev. and Mrs.
Woodall, early teachers in the
college. It also served as the girl’s
In 1900 Dr. and Mrs. Moore
moved into the building, and for
the next twelve years gave their
all to the advancement of the
college. Mrs. Moore served as
house mother, dean of women,
dietician, teacher, bursar, and
nurse during the epidemics of
mumps and measles that fell with
in the ensuing year. The girls
slept upstairs, ate in the base
ment, and studied in the large
room on the first floor where Dr.
Moore conducted study halls. To
many of the early students of the
college there remains cherished
memories of their associations
within the walls of Old Spillman
where it is related that Mrs.
Moore served apples to the stu
dents after each session of study
Old Spilman has borne mute
testimony throughout the years
with constant service to the col
lege, and it has been the silent
witness to the progress that has
been Mars Hill’s.
One of the institution’s happiest
and most touching moments oc
curred at the close of a chapel
program one morning when Dr.
Spilman was the visiting speaker.
At the close of the service
Spilman turned to Dr. Moore
presented to him a one thous
dollar check, saying that
wished to tender the gift to II
Hill College in memory of
wife who had recently died.
Moore, completely surprised
overwhelmed, was left speech!^
and a silence reigned like tha
the Gettysburg address; a per'i
silence for a moment or so;
someone quietly dismissed the
sembly with a word of prayer,
all quietly went out feelini
Divine Presence within
It was that gift that for^i
the nucleus of the fund
resulted in the establishmenl
the Spilman girl’s home that'^®
know today, still standing
named in honor of Mr. Spild,
With the progress of the col
new buildings have been built,
ones renovated, the newest w
them being the Edna Corpei
Moore girl’s dormitory, name
honor of Mrs. R. L. Moore
her unswerving and heroic
ministration throughout the y4i
This year another proposed
in that progress is about to
come a reality; a new sci
building is planned to take
of all the science departmi
The proposed building will
adequate room for other
rooms, and will be located at
site of the present Huff cot
and the adjoining lot at the co
of the road to the boy’s doje
tories and the Mar.shall road,
the hope of the college offi
to break ground for the struqt
by the first of April, 1939,
to have it ready for the Sep;
ber opening the following fa'^
Much planning and atter”
have been given to the crov n
condition of the dining hall. 1
hoped that a practical solu j.
may be attained by ano
addition to the pi'esent dil
hall, or by the establishment
a cafeteria method of service 1
optional hours for meals.
berry Bush, Flat Foot Floogey
sent a letter to a dream, so help
me, Margaret, Silence, Maestro,
Please. I don’t get it but from
J. R. who else could? ....
Time staggers on and no new
romances have made a definite
impression on us but time will
tell, time will tell.
Well, I gotta go now and snoop
some more. ’Bye now; and as the
comb said to the brush, “It’s time
for us to part.”
P.S. What we need is bigger and
better romances,So long.
To A Dreamer
Remember stars and candleli (
And roses bathed in dew;
Oh keep your love for happin|^
Forever warm and true.'
Remember laughter, light and
But mingle it with tears.
Lest gaiety forget to last
For long unbroken years.
Some day the stars may fade
Or day forget to dawn;
So hold your bits of loveliness;!
You’d miss them, were tl
And keep each dream a preci
The old ones and the new;
Just dare to try to live y
For life is meant for you.