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Published By The Students Of Mars Hill College
MARS HILL, NORTH CAROLINA, DECEMBER 7, 1940.
NO. 6.
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Conidows,
A Christmas
Story
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In
gaily decorated win-
which carry out the
slidti^^dstmas motif, are'in direct,
in beaming 'sun
)d throngs stopping to gaze
,j .^at the festiye displays' are-in
5 Old dressed in linen
■ and cotton instead of woo'
^^® ‘and fur. It is the height of the
winter season in Palm Beach.
■ A sleek blue Buick pulls up
to the curb in front of Duyal's
the most exclusiye jewelers in
South Florida. HamiRon Ernst,
casually neat in blue slacks
and a canary yellow shirt,
jauntily steps from the car info,
the cool darkness of the stOTe.-i
As he leaves ■ ■ the ■ gldW^i
incrusted -doorway a wdigh ‘
seems to be lifted 'frorh'-' his'
Shoulders, though he appears
to be enveloped fn some ^ in
tangible gloom.
'"Well,' that's done. I only
hope that the pearls suit her."
• He, his sister Marilyn, and
his aunt live in a, seventeen-
room house on . Star Island
with four servants) two dogs,
and an aquariuiri.Marilyn,
just passed nineteen, is home
from school in the North. Aunt
Edith, who is of Brynhildic pro
portions, is so busy keeping
up in her social activities that
no warmth of the Christmas
season has been allowed to
slip past the austere butler
into the cold, well appointed
drawing room.
As the heir to the Ernst name
and fortune muses over these
none too pleasant thoughts,
his attention is c-aught by a
small, neatly lettered placard,
"German Refugee Bureau.''
The amber light changes to
brilliant red, harmonizing with
the decorations in the shop'
windows. Without so much as
a change in thought, Hamilton
swings the Buick again to the
curb. A second time he steps
from his car and enters a
store.
"Hove you any German or
phans here?" He sounds as
nonchalant as if he is asking
for a "coke."
Somewhat surprised, t h e
young lady at the desk stam
mers in reply to his abrupt
query; "W-w-why, no. I'm
sorry. You see, we just find
homes for the Jewish children
from Europe, not the German
ones. Why?"
"I was thinking of taking one
home for the holidays. Give
the family a bit of the spirit,
you know. I'm sorry I took up
■your time."
As he turns, his glance is
held by a pair of clear blue
eyes, blue as the bay at noon.
The eyes are framed in black
ringlets.
"Who's he?" asks Hamilton.
"He's Jon, a Jewish orphan.
His parents' were killed in a
conoeritratibn camp. T09 bad.
He's such wq^'^Bweel -child. His
(Continued on page 5)
TYPICAL CHRISTMAS AT MARS HILL
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A THOUGHT FOR CHRISTMAS, 1940
As Christmas approaches and our minds are filled with anticipation do we ever stop to be
thankful that we.know the significance of this holy day? Do we stop to pity those who
have forgotten or who have never known its spirit? The world is full of those who have taken
Christ out of Christmas and substituted an "X" i-^. His place. Thev have taken this sacred
day and by commercialization brought it to the world instead of taking the world to Christ
mas. They have discarded real beauty and given in exchange an optical illusion. They have
not realized that the things of lasting truth and beauty are inside of men, and that love and
good-will toward others are more beautiful tha i all mechari'-ally created things.
To those who knovr what Christmas really means, Dec. 25 is not only a mile-mark of an
other year, but a season, from all its associations of all kinds, that suggests thoughts of
joy. It is a significant thought that Christ should come to the earth in the midst of the winter—
in winter when man's life runs at the lowest ebb and he is condemned to the bleakness and
coldness that cover the world without mercy. Can we go out and share the JOY of living, of
giving, and of receiving with others during this coming season? B ' taking the hand of some
one who needs you and by sharing the spirit of the Christ-child make this Christmas the most
beautiful one he has ever known. Smile and wish everyone a Merry Christmas and mean it!
—G. D.
CHRISTMAS STAR
Into Judah's blackened night
There shone the wondrous Christmas light.
Standing still as it surveyed
The one for whom the v.-orld had prayed.
Out on Judah's hills that night
The shepherds sov/ the heavenly light.
Angels calmed their quaking hearts
'With peace His coming still imparts.
Wise men came from lands afar
When they beheld the guiding star.
Gifts they brought and treasures rare.
And they were blest in coming there.
Hearts are blackened still tonight
''.^'iihout the vision of that light.
Oh, blessed Babe, thou Prince of Peace,
'V/e would thy light- might never cease.
Send thy heavenly hosts once more
And let them' anxious hearts restore.
Their song of peace, good v/ill toward men
Is needed in our world again.
Come to us till we behold
As v/ise men did in days of old
Thy stars; and grant that v/e.
As they, may humbly worship Thee.
—Richie Harris.
If we had time to stop to
write a letter to that most hon
orable patron of Christmas, it
would go something like this:
Dear Mr. Santa: (After all,
we haven't written him for the
past three years.) Please bring
Hon. Editor Dover a wittle
ewectwic twain that wuns on
a twack. For D. D. Pearce, you
might leave an umbrella be
cause it Waynes so much.
John Foster West says he could
do very nicely with a brown
tortois shell comb, chased in
silver, for his Taylor curls.
Lynn Starkweather would wel
come a Charley McCarthy to
go along with Bergen. And
A Letter To Santa
Carol Barlling would appreci
ate on idea. Mr. Walker wants
a razor for his pretty complex
ion. Mr. Johnson wants a gun
—he's ’ been called to "thai
man's army." And why not sur
prise Mary Lee Ellington by
leaving a man in her sock? Gin
Agee wants a new pair of
moccasins—and she promises
not to lose them down at the
science building again. Mr. De
Shozo would like one Diction
ary of Modem Slang to in
terpret these freshman themes.
Miss Dons asks for a bit of
drawl to be used in one slightly
yankee brogue. Please bring
Lowell and Betty Lee two extra
dating hours per week, with a
full moon for spice. And last
but not least please bring Bob
Brissie some stimuli to make
him move a little faster.
Here's hoping you'll appre
ciate these suggestions. If you
want more, please see me.
Sincerely Yours,
N. W. Corner.
P. S. June McColman needs
a smidgen of patience to be
used when her date is detained
overtime at the big city. For
Miss .Hardin, some love as she
is sick of apples. Stan Smith
is positively pining for a foot
ball uniform so he can play
(Continued on page 5)
Christmas Spirit
Prevails On Our
Campus
The only thing nicer than
Christmas in one year would
be .. two Christmases, especi
ally between September and
June for us college students.
For even at our arrival in the
fall, somewhere in a little cor
ner of our heart and thoughts
is the anticipation of Christ
mas. As the end of December
approaches, that little corner
widens into a whole ■ • ■ apart
ment. It is then that we are as
near to being children as we
shall ever be again; and to
many this glad season offers
the first opportunity of the col
lege year to go home.
To many of us our earliest
recollections are of the Christ
mas festival and we could al
most reckon our lives from
Christmas to Christmas.
Though one may be thousands
of miles from home and
friends on this day, Christmas
unlike any other holiday
brings the spirit of brightness
and cheer and a flood of child
hood memories. There is on
intangible something in the
atmosphere'that cannot be ex
plained, but which smells of
evergreen, turkey, and wood
burning in the fireplace; which
gives one a picture of the good
brown earth covered with a
soft white blanket of snow, of
the tree with its glittering lights
and daintily - wrapped gif Is,
and of the table heavily laden
with the Christmas dinner,
around which stand the rela
tives and friends that we love.
Many of the customs origin
ally held by the people of ear
lier centuries hove changed.
The candles have been re
placed by electric lights of
many colors, but a Christmas
without a tree is no Christmas.
In many homes the modem
forms of heating have taken
the place of the fireplace, but
the warmth of the season is
still present; we no longer tra
vel in jingling sleighs to visit
our grandmother, but our eag
erness to go is not lessened;
and in some homes Santa
Claus has to come in through
the doors rather than do-wn the
chimney, but he is still ex
pected.
The traditions of Christmas,
the many customs in connec
tion with it, even the elements
which enter into the conven
tional Christmas dinner, all
have antecedents which reach
to distant times. But the highest
significance of the day for us
is in the spirit of kindliness
which has come to be asso
ciated with it.
The way in which Christmas
is celebrated may change and
customs may become new,'
but the, peace, the joy,, the
beauty, and the love of- the
Yuletide season will continue
to hold charm for all.