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CThe Hilltop
“Plain Living and High Thinking"
THE HILLTOP, MARS HILL COLLEGE, MARS HILL, NORTH CAROLINA
Published by the Students of Mars Hill College, Mars Hill, North Carolina
Entered as second-class matter February 20, 1926 at the post office at Mars Hill,
l\orth Carolina, under the Act of March 3, 1879.
Issued semi-monthly during the college year.
Subscription Rate: Year, $1; Issue, 5c
1938
Member Associated Collegiate Press
Distributor of Collegiate Digest
1939
EDITORS DAI-I TAn,,. '
managing FDrmR early and ORVILLE CAMPBELL
Poetry Editors ;V ---- -WILLIAM J. BLAINE
Sports Editor _ Helen Crutchfield and John Ball
Society Editor . -James Walker
- Emeth Johnson
Business Manager
Advertising Manager
Circu at ion Manager
Typists
Banner Shelton
- - —J. R. Evans
...James Kirk
——...jrtmta i-viKK
. f * *1 r Roger Bell and David Middleton
fC :r;Tet“ S latr Adf W Anne Lewis,
ii 1 n I, i 0*^0 Norwood, Edna L. Herrinir W P Hall
«.li Duckworth, Emily Patrick. James Griggs, Leah Oglesby, John "^'ay^Ka^; Gar
Charles Greene, and Harold Hearn. ^
Vol. XIII.
January 31, 1939
Term Paper Blues
By Charles Gt 'cene
No. 8
Listen Students-
Th^se^ “f biological value of an ear.
Those little protrusions on each side of the head are things which
hear The^lbilit f ^'‘bout. We pity him who cannot
hear. The abi ity to hear the rustle of the wind in the trees the
song of a bird, the patter of rain on the roof, the kind words’of a
friend, or the mellow tone^ of a violin is prized by all of us But
comes in li^P B teachers. Certainly at time
SoSr own Lj T r beed the advice
our own and of others better judgment. This wisdom often comes
of lear'S """ """ "
dear^^chool atT%"T ^ statement, “Experience is a
dear school and fools learn in no other.” How fortunate is the
youth who has been taught to hear and heed the advice of his elders
tar f P^’^e is paid by the possessor of an unwilling
tragic i Z^th saddened hearts! How
tragic It IS that there are those who have eyes and see not and
Xe'etTlrt'fuir^' P®'^**®''‘tiaries, county homes and
streets are full of people who would not hear the call of the best
somet Ute Tl,r' much that i, trouble-
some in life. The converted drunkard may make a wonderful preacher
and wield a powerful influence for good, but he is always haunted
snher^ himself, and upon those within his
TT of influence, before his conversion. He heard, but too late'
How much better it is early in life to see the goal far ahead and
steadily build our lives toward that goal, growing in grace dav bv
day! This does not call for a life of drudfery, but "X^ a happv
life devoted to useful things, whose latter days are not spent ^n
bewailing lost opportunities and atoning for past mistakes.
Prof. S. 0. Trentham
Starting Over
the^X^r^^ H Hilltop there was a noticeable change in
the paper. It has always been the policy of this publication to be
Th7t\h I conservative side but we, the present staff feel
that there has come a time for a change.
This change which we speak of is in' line with the twentieth
century trend of progress. Automobiles, architecture, roads and
modes of living have improved with time. It is only logical for us
to extend this to journalism. ®
change. College papers
throughout the country realize that they have a good chance to ex‘-
periment. Many of them are today built around what we expect
the newspaper of tomorrow to be. Practically all are makinp-
changes Mistakes will be made. This is inevitable. ExperimentatiZ
does not always prove to be the right thing the first tLie.
The present Hilltop is to bp “TmTm' wi ,4 »» •
the wishes of the student body, wl Man^o wHtT
It IS our hope to make the paper more flexible We u
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ore. If something doesn’t work, it will be thrown out if = ft,-
doe. ,„b, i. modiiiei: 2Zar;'..''.r„?z
Hill college a TjJpZZ S.rwT' «">
—0. B. C.
Attention!! News Frosh!! Head
aches!! Phew! Fan my brow! Let
me strech my arms after wield
ing that pen on that inevitable
term paper. A cloud may have its
silver lining but a term paper
doesn’t. All it is lined with is
black and white, and the deco
rations are made by the eraser in
removing a typographical error.
(The red ink is added later.) You
know it’s a good thing a student
prepares footnotes before he pre
sents the document to be im
mersed in the teacher’s red ink,
for when the paper is returned it
has notes all over it. And they
are not just at the bottom of the
page where footnotes should be
placed.
Getting up the material for the
fulfillment of the teacher’s waste
basket was quite an adventure. I
sharpened my pencils and tried to
sharpen my wits, and went to the
library to explore the ranks of the
French Revolutionary officers and
emerged from the seat of research
with my hand in my coat just like
Napoleon or Daddy Blackwell. So
after all, I found something ro
mantic about my paper.
The material that I found in
the Encyclopedia sounded fine,
but I hated to have the whole
works as one big quote. How could
I digest the quotes from the ref
erence books or elaborate on the
sentence I read in that biblio
graphy? When I tackled this job
I really saw red, but I saw more
when I got my paper back. I
missed seven meals, got three
hours of sleep, and to top all of
that, my best girl kicked me be
cause she thought that I was in
attentive. What price term papers!
At last the finishing touches
were added, and I was proud to
be the author of such a prospec
tive “A” paper. When I presented
the paper at the teacher’s desk I
fairly beamed. But “them days is
gone forever”. I should have
made an excellent mark on that
term paper for I really consecrat
ed on the subject. I dreamed
about my bibliography and added
footnotes to my laundry slip.
When the whole mess was over
and my thoughts turned to fancy,
I might have been better equipped
mentally; but my physical con
dition was ruined. I had to go to
an oculist and the report he gave
sliced/
So much I ask of him who walks
with me.
And yet, so little—
Just an understanding heart of
trembling dreams
Swaying lightly on the fragile rim
of fantasy.
He must hold within his own
heart a dream
Kept very sweet and pure
Through all the changing years
A dream untarnished by the
touch of human hands.
And strong enough to stand un
dimmed by tears.
So much I ask of him who walks
with me—
To know he loves the sound of
rushing waters in his ears.
The warmth of April sunshine on
his face.
The thrill of surging i
neath his feet,
A tenderness within his
every sacred place. I
So much I ask of him sL
with me— j
An abundant kindness, ; :i
understanding of the
aching hearts,
A deep, abiding gratitude
And the grace of forgive il
those
VV'ho hurl such hurting am
less darts
At his poor efforts as
his quest in life.
So much I ask of him w
with me—
And yet, so little.
—Helen Crutei
She Snoops To
Conquer
by Crackle
Hi, youse gals and guys. Here
were are all ready to start off the
new semester with a new crop of
hearts on the Casanova bush. But
lemember — there were last
semester’s romances—and exams.
Have you forgotten so soon?
Everybody hasn’t, ‘cause yours
truly did some tall snoopin’ Mon
day night and found that Brown-
Wall was still holding up one side
of Treat jiarlor! And if that
wasn’t enough, there was Cliff
me caused me to visualize myself
standing on the street corner with
a tin cup in my hand.
I am now living in the after-
math of wasted energy all be
cause of the tattle-tale grey on
the white of American education.
You can tell me about the night
mare caused by Orsen Welles, but
that term paper caps the stock
Worst of all, I didn’t make a car
bon copy of the document. No,
frosh, I have no wares for sale.
Looking ’Em Over
“Ten Pretty Girls” P(
ga-ga about Dot Payne.
Marguerite makes two,
“Top O’ the Morning:”
know about the other ej
Palsy-walsies, and what
Wall remaining FTitzy
Christmas and after? „
strange power seems to I)
Harold Lindsay and Lilly
deep in a dream too. j
Remember football-hy
Johnson? What’s left of 1
back from Henderson
wandering around the
these days. Footloose a]
free! Well, girls, opp
knocks but once! . .
about our gal Watson .
Corpening to you, dopes,
repeats itself, and they!
Mary’s sister found a j
was a drummer man \4
was in school up here . ^
And Willis Benn-at-i
too! None other tha
Crutchy was being her
around Willis at the gam
night.
Flash! From your wa
spondent! There’s peai
Shanghai these days a:
Carter’s verra happee u
whole thing.
'Who’s afraid of the
Woltz?” Somebody bett
out, ’cause Bill’s wi
around with that “Dop^
in his eyes.
And just between you
and the zip pitcher, whati
co-ed was heard to say i
to our new student fron
Rica, “Isn’t he too too di
The Student's Creed-
to be trustworthy. I will res^cTand fip-bT J Tb""'
rl'pect^aL'l'eyl”'"' and” with oreX^l’
provement oj'stu Jent XX the^XZ^y'Lrd’^
of the school society, and thus in all”th!Ts ^
college greater better erB u “ ? transmit this
to ml ’ than it was transmitted
EDITOR’S NOTE; Material contained
here consists of excerpts from college
newspapers throughout the country, and
expresses in no way the policy, or policies,
of the Hilltop.
Women are like:
A book—always bound to
please
An auto—needs choking ever so
often
A train—often gets off on the
wrong track
A party platform—subject to
change without notice
A stove—often needs a new lid
A bed spring — cannot be
squelched
Callous—it takes hard work to
get it, it hurts when you have it.
but you sort of miss it when it’s
gone. —Mountain Eagle.
* * 9k
Prof.: “Didn’t you have a
brother in this class last year?”
Soph.: “No, sir, it was I. I’m
takings it over.”
Prof.: “Extraordinary resemb
lance.”
—Idaho Bengal.
Gee, you look all broken up,
■whassamatter?”
I wrote home for some money
to buy a study lamp.”
“So What?”
Well, the traitors sent me a
lamp.”
—Los Angeles Collegian.
* * ♦
Owe $50 you’re a piker
Owe $50,000, you’re a business
man.
Owe $50,000,000, you’re a ty
coon.
Owe $5,000,000,000, you’re a
Government.
The Pitt Panther,
* ♦ ♦
Coach: “Say there, you dumb
boob, where did you ever learn to
play football?”
Scrub: “Why—eh—from read
ing your book, sir.”
Duke “n” Duchess.
* * *
Thirty million frankfurters and
hamburgers will be eaten next
year at the New York World’s
fair at the 70 or 80 stands to be
erected in the fair grounds. That
number of frankfurters and ham
burgers, if strung on a rope,
would reach across the Atlantic
from New York to London. The
meat in. them would fill I87 re-
frigerated freight cars.
—Aq
Judging from the am
the national debt, it is n(
much of a compliment to
an to tell her she looks
million dollars.
—Brooks
“If we could get relq
a Baptist, experience it
Methodist, be positive abo)
a Disciple, be proud of it
Adventist, and enjoy it
Negro—that wmuld be i
ligion!”
—Indiana Stab
♦ » ♦
Getting out a paper is
If we print jokes, pe>
we are silly;
If we clip things froi
papers, we are too lazy i
them ourselves; if we d(
are too fond of our own,
If we don’t print contri
people meet us with a hd
If we do print them th
is filled with junk. j
Now it wouldn’t surpri
someone would say d
swiped this from another^
Well, we DID!