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THE HILLTOP, MARS HILL COLLEGE, MARS HILL, NORTH CAROLINA
'Plain Living and High Thinking"'
Published by the Students of Mars Hill College, Mars Hill, N. C.
Entered as second-class matter February 20, 1926, at the post office at
Mars Hill, North Carolina, under the Act of March 3, 1897.
Issued semi-monthly during the college year.
Subscription Rate: Year, $1; Issue, 5c
-Charles R. Greene
J. Norman Ellis
Faculty Advisor — Falk S. Johnson
John S. Farrar Max Freeman Grady Dover
Ernest Cox Imogene Brown
Mary Lee Ellington
Advertising Managers Joe Harper and Joe Breedlove
May 4, 1940.
As the session draws to a close, most serious-minded
students like to review their pasts at Mars Hill and attempt
to discover what their accomplishments have been. Those
who have been exceptionally studious will find that they
have amassed considerable knowledge. Others who have
not been so persistent in the pursuit of knowledge will find
that they have not been blessed by the goddess of wisdom.
But there are some qualities that Mars Hill bestows on each
of her students (and we speak only of serious-minded
students; for only these get the full blessings of the college)
that can not be measured in terms of academic achievement.
There is a spirit of friendliness prevalent at Mars Hill
that is rarely found elsewhere. This friendliness is similar
to the affinity that exists in the family group. This spirit
does not become extinct when one leaves Mars Hill, it re
mains a valuable asset throughout life. Closely akin to this
quality is the abilty to associate and make acquaintances
with people. The existence of the above-mentioned friend
liness is a responsible factor for this quality. This, too, is
not evanescent. Students (and we speak of serious-minded
students again, if you please) usually leave Mars Hill
deepened spirtually and with a profound respect and rever
ence for Christianity. Mars Hill bestows on her students a
quest for simple culture, which is so pre-eminent here. All
the ideals of the institution are combined to perfect a
splendid type of culture. Finally the students acquire the
ability to work under pressure. This is of more practical
value than probably any of the above mentioned qualities.
So students leave Mars Hill with considerable academic
knowledge; and deserving students leave with certain
inalienable qualities that endure as long as life. —J. N. E.
By GRADY DOVER
Hello, Mars Hillians and every
thing else at sea, let’s go to press.
Flash! This year’s Democratic
convention will he all wet, hut we
hear that the Republican con
vention will be all Dewey. At least,
all signs point to this being a very
promising year ... We can’t tell
who is winning the war. The last
time we counted. Hitler was two
denials ahead of either France or
Great Britain. We do know that
the old war slogan has changed
from “They shall not pass!’’ to
“Ya, ya, you can’t starve me.”
All our grades are below the
water level—you know, below “C”
level. Et vous?
The German government
through its minister tried to buy
15 minutes on station TIPG in
Costa Rica, one of the most
powerful stations in Central
America, for a rebroadcast of the
news in Spanish from Berlin. But
Perry Girton, owner of the
station, turned him down cold.
The minister then complained to
the Costa Rica government and
was turned down even colder.
To become a success, a man
must know what success is. . . .
Professor: “I never exhaust my
subject—just my subjects. . . .”
Don’t judge a man by what he
says, but by what he leaves un
said. . . . There is no idle gossip.
A gossip must have a keen sense
of rumor. . . . One of the best
exercises that we know is not
jumping to conclusions, but
digging up facts.
The story is told that a lecturer
in Germany was saying, “Why, in
England they are even rationing
coffee.” A little hand went up, and
a little Nazi asked, “Please, Mister,
what is coffee?” We think that
Hitler is behind the 8-Balkans.
We can’t afford it, but orchids
to: President Blackwell, for his
continuous efforts in connection
with the new science building;
Edward Long and Cecil Hill and
all co-laborers, for making the
Junior-Senior a success; my
girl. . . .
Overheard: “He is so sissy that
he could walk into any powder
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A little man with a black moustache
Is ruining my dreams.
For he stalks about and shouts at me
While a silly medal gleams.
To the average student he is just an English professor
who wears glasses and is always on time for chapel. To
those who know him better, he is an immaculately, conserva
tively dressed scholar, young enough to blush, with an
abiding fondness for puns and hamburgers with onions.
But to the editorial staff of this publication, he is an indis
pensable asset, faithful, efficient, and considerate.
This year Professor Falk S. Johnson has been to the
Hilltop staff what Dr. Moore has been to the college ad
ministration for the last forty years—a godfather.
With a definite knack for writing, the demitasse pro
fessor can pack his faculty dignity in his black brief case
and sit down to a typewriter and peck out a batch of final
copy if the editors are pushed for time.
Always he is congenial and considerate, even when deal
ing with a self-styled hardboiled editor who insists on
writing headlines merely for the laugh that is in them.
The Hilltop staff wishes to acknowledge its indebtedness
and express its appreciation to Mr. Johnson for the invalu
able service he has rendered this paper as its faculty ad
visor. Thanks a lot, professor. We hope that you don’t
censor this!—C. R. G.
Soon burning steel destroys my world;
All once I loved lies dead;
I fight black folds of dark
Until I screaming wake in bed.
Excitement fills my girlish heart;
I eagerly wait the parade;
But the boys I love come marching by
And leave me alone, afraid.
He stands on my geography.
Erasing the maps shown there;
He changes them so I can’t tell
Which country should be where.
The papers bear his photograph.
The headlines shout of him;
And in my dreams this Hitler
Is menacing and grim.
Sometimes I hear a bugle call
Or a far away drum beat;
I hear the strains of a martial band
And many marching feet.
I know they march toward Europe
To play the war-lord’s game;
Some will not be coming back—
None will be the same.
Hedy Lamarr is dead! The
adopted daughter of Eleanor
Fokes, popular student here, was
laid in her final resting place in
the Fokes cemetery, behind Edna
Moore dormitory, April 25.
The funeral services were con
ducted by the Right Reverend
George (Peewee) Blackwell.
Reverend Blackwell read his fu
neral message from the Book of
Alligators, the swamp version.
Accompanied by an onion and
comforted by her sister, Martha,
and the paid mourner, Claire
Hardin, Miss Fokes, fairly damp
ened the earth with crocodile tears
and fainted several times.
She told reporters that she was
confident that little Hedy was
basking in the sunshine of some
eternal resting place. For Hedy
was only an alligator, too young
to leave her ancestral home in
Florida, too young to attempt to
leap from her mother’s table with
out biting the dust on the floor.
The Fokes family will soon
erect a tombstone with this note
about Hedy on its face: “She
wormed her way to the hearts of
By GEORGE BLAC
There is no doubt i|
of students of histoi
nomics that the Versi
is perhaps the one bi^
present day conditions
had been fighting foi
and were determines
Germany pay for thei
It was to gain th|
they forced Germany I
all her merchant ship
tons, thousands of loc^
train cars, and tos
exploitation of some;
tional resources. The
intended to make her
tions to a total of f
000. In addition she le^
industrial sections of I
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try torn by war *
disturbances to beal]
newly formed gov^
1923 business was atj
and the people were s
result of the econom*
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Queen Tilivia, Annie Laurie Clay
ton; King Oberon, Frank Venters;
gypsies, Alice Howell, Nell
Cochran, Mary MeltOn, Faustina
Barnes, Stacy Wilburn, Rose
Marie Haynes, and Iris Melton;
Robin Hood, Geraldine Shields;
Maid Marian, Martha Lee Gray
son; Dorothy, Margaret Pritch
ard; Sheriff of Nottingham, Ruth
Pierce; Guy of Gisboume, Gwen
dolyn Hobbs; Hugh, Madge Allen.
Marshalls are Carolyn Williams,
George Culpepper, Inez Fritts,
Charles Greene, Beryl Hollifield,
and Paul Meyers.
The Clios in charge of the pro
gram are Virginia Lisk, director
of script; Margaret Pritchard,
director of May pole; Maude
Bloodgood, director of gypsy
dance; and Mary Louise Howell
and Ernest Cox, directors of stage
George Walker and Bob Garri
son are the trumpeters, and C.
C. Hope is the heralder.
Germany was able to^^
period of recovery,
until the world deprc^
Then she was un^
tinue paying reparaf
she was unable to
money. Hitler was
control in 1923 as a'
economic conditions I
that time, which
result of the Versai^
It seems that *1*
treaty is the cause
ditions under whic^'^
gained control, and
ness of this doctrineu
has caused the preself^
U. S. To
Present day co*
partly be blamed
States because of be*t
after the war. The V
followed a policy tH'
mental to the world
own position as is
During the waif
States loaned the all*
of money. The two
tries to pay their (f
other countries ai®;
goods, and in servi
war these nations
gold. The United
forced to loan theiH'e
port goods from tl>*
She chose the f'**
raised her tariff to o
that it was almost
goods to pay their '’j
a result, when the 4
stopped loaning to
no way of paying ’
This added gre»'
dine in all foreign
raised tariff wallSi ^
eign exchange, pu*.
ports. The adoptio''“
cies led to tariff*
struggle for mark^
ent day conditions'i
Mrs. J. V. Howell. ,
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V. Howell; Mrs- jp
Mary Louise IIo'*'^-
R. Greene, of
ficers of the
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Dwight BrendlOf ,
J. Lyman Hall.