THE HILLTOP, MARS HILL COLLEGE, MARS HILL, NORTH CAROLINA
"Plain Living and High Thinking"
lushed by the Students of Mars Hill College, Mars Hill, North Carolina
Entered as second-class matter February 20, 1926, at the postoffice at Mars Hill,
North Carolina, under the Act of March 3, 1879. Issued semi-monthly
during the college year.
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The Family Album
MEMBER ASSOCIATED COLLEGIATE PRESS
DISTRIBUTOR OF COLLEGIATE DIGEST
Associate Editors ,
Society Editor ...
Lowell A. Shive
- Lynn Starkweather and Mary Lee Ellington
Faculty Advisors Mildred Hardin, Elise Rose Dons, and Ramon DeShazo
Dot I’earce, Carol Bartling, Margaret Duckworth, Betty Lee Spainhour, Winfred
Thompson, Harold McCroskey, George Baker, Stanley Smith,
Robert Brissie, Wallace Brouse.
-WiLMER Fisher and Wally Brouse
January 25, 1941.
... all thincTs work together for good to those who are
the called, according to His purpose." Rom. 8:28.
There is a defi’^ite purpose behind all of the thoughts and
actions of man. The purpose may not be visible, but it is
nonetheless ^ a reality. The subconscious mind contains thou-
discarded purposes, displaced from the conscious
mind by the birth of new aims and aspirations. Although
these aims are now discarded, they have played an im
portant part in the development of present aims. Just as one
discards childish actions upon reaching maturity, so does
he purge his mind of juvenile thoughts and aims when he
has "come of age."
But there is a power manifested on the earth that changes
and clarifies purposes even more surely and swiftly than
does time. This power is the power of God in the mind of
on individual, a power that often changes the entire perspective
of one immediately upon its reception into his mind. It is an
intangible but commanding force. It can make of the vilest
nature a radiant, happy and contented personality. This power
is a transforming element in the mind of anyone who receives
The power is available to all men. Its ready access some
times causes one to fail to comprehend its true value, for men
are prone to feel that cmything worthwhile must be striven for.
Ine power is vesieu in otirist. It is available in abundance to
all who accept Him. The power is limitless. It comes from an
inexhaustible source, the throne of God.
If you do not have a clear-cut and well-defined purpose in
this life, look to God to enlighten you. He knows what your life
should be, and He will help you to make it the maximum in
service, in happiness, and in true love of living. "What shall I
do with my life? ' If you desire an answer to the question,
ask the Creator of men; and He will point the way to the
higher and more glorious life that is experienced by those
who hove sought and found their life and purpose.
Come, sit on my knee, chil
dren—Who said six inch law?
Anyhow we'll take a look at the
family album. Take this young
fellow; you wouldn't believe
him to be a father, but he is. He
is the father of photography at
Mars Hill, and is still occupied
in rearing the growing youth
his enterprise has become. In
fact, he probably made this
picture; it looks like his work.
Look on page five for his
During the two years that I
have spent as a student at Mars
Hill college, there are a few
things which I have noticed.
One of the main things that
has impressed me has been the
lack of school spirit. The stu
dents seem to take a nonchal
ant attitude about their Alma
Mater, vi/nen the school songs
are played—and especially the
Alma Mater—some few of the
students will stand up, and the
rest will slump in their seats
and pay no attention at all. At
the various athletic contests,
especially the football games,
the student body does not seem
to care whether the team wins
loses. The band and the
Thou Shalt Not-
By honesty one means freedom from lying. Fishermen are
notorious for their exaggerations concerning the size of the. fish
they claim to have, landed and still more for those "whales"
that got away. Boys and girls brag and then lie to make a good
story. The teller of the story is the one who is always fooled.
"Lying gets a person nowhere," so to speak. The truth is the
easiest and simplest way.
Most people think of stealing as robbing a bonk, or some
other things along this line, but there are other forms, for in
stance, stealing ideas, plots, inventions, models, and even
clever sayings. Many people collect "souvenirs" as we call
them, and "become attached to" other admired articles that it
took money to get. If these things do not belong to them, why
should they steal them? The Seventh Commandment says,
"thou shalt not steal." This means all forms of dishonesty,
cheating, stealing, and lying. —R. B.
All Is Not Lost-
All is lost. All is not lost! If all were lost there would be
nqthing. There is something. Therefore all is not, has never
been, and will never be lost. The fact of the matter is that very
little is ever lost at any time. If a thing or an idea is lost this
means that it cannot be found. There is practically nothing in
the world that one cannot find if he will not but try. Thus we
approach a conclusion to the problem: if there is a loss ac
counted for, a try or effort is the best antidote to use.
A winning person is not always a victorious person. A los
ing person may be victorious theoretically, but actuality is all
that counts in this world. Let a person try. Let him put forth
effort. That which was lost may still be recovered!—Marks.
cheer-leaders have no support
whatsoever. Maybe the stu
dents will come to the games,
but if they hove anything else
to do, they don't come.
It seems to this author that
this is a sqd state of affairs and
one for which there is no ex
cuse. It is easily remedied and
easily maintained. One of the
things that makes a school out
standing among other schools
is this thing called school spirit.
One of the most admirable
characteristics that can come to
a school and on of the finest
that can be said about on is
that it has good school spirit.
The next time there is a game
of any sort here at the college,
the next time the band plays
the Alma Mater, the next time
any thing like this happens, be
there. Support your school. ...
said your school. That's what
it is. It's your school and it's
my school. Let's support it with
all that we have in us.
—R. C. P.
Our apologies to Miss
Dhurch who is doing gradu
ate work at U. N. C. (and
not post-graduate work as
stated before); also to Mr.
; I Spencer B. King and his
family, who lived in Brown
before the DeShazos.
;; The Editors.
WHEN DAY IS DONE
The glorious sun sets in the west
The wandering cattle come home
Twilight settles like shrouding mist
When day is done.
The twilight fadeS into the night
The sunset from the earth is gone
The weary birds have ceased their flight
When day is done.
All light from the earth has faded
The shadows from the land have gone
The waters of the river are jaded
When day is done. —Bob Brissie.
TO A MOUSETRAP
Lowly little piece of wood
Caught him, eh? I knew you could.
With your tiny coiled up spring.
And wire lever—^puny thing.
Yet as strong as man to louse.
To the sneaking little mouse.
What if Robert let him go?
Little trap,- you laid him low.
Burns, he plowed 'im up, let go 'im.
Then went straight and wrote a poem.
Then the mouse come to our granary;
In these days we hove machinery.
Then squeakie, squeakie little mousie,
Creeped into our storage housie.
Nibbled cheese—the thing he learns is
All men ore not Bobbie Burnses.
—John Foster West.
I ve never seen the ocean.
But I can hear it roar.
In mind I see its rolling waves—
I see the shell-strewn shore.
I close my eyes and see the white
That caps its tow'ring hills
That rise and fall in rhythmic beats—
This sight my spirit stills.
I feel the wind upon my face
Blowing back my hair
And filling, thrilling all of me
With tangy salt sea air.
Someday I'll see my ocean
That fancy shows to me.'
I'll view. I'll hear. I'll taste. I'll feel
The glory of that sea.
—Mary Nell Hardin,
■ What to do and how it's done?
Ever wondering, never told
In perplexity questing that
As yet unseen, unknown, but still
Desired and ever hungered for.
When to go and where? we cry.
What commands gives God today?
What is right and why? we ask,
But wander on enveloped in
A seething mental fog.
Whom to love and whom to hate?
Dare we trust our hearts and minds?
Should we listen to our hearts
Or coldly weigh 'gainst virtue vice
Within cerebral balance keen?
Who, why, wherefore, whence?- .-
Thudding up against m'y mind., ’ '•
When, where, why then thence? -
■They come in never ceasing stream ''
And leave me wishing I were hence...,- f
ODE TO THE INFIRMARY ■ I
Here is to the infirmary nurse, \
\Vhose every dose gets worse and worse.
She pass down the halls on rubber soles '
While we suffer with flu 6r bad head coMs.’
None of our friends are we allowed to'see
Not even our latest and besLS. P. •,
We suffer here in silent pain
Attempting back our - health to gain.
I wish ole lady'd bring ihe a coke;
He knows darn well I'm perfectly broke.
Why, oh why, do the hours lag!
What I d give for one small drag!
My mattress seems so awfully lumpy. ■ .
Gee, the guy in the next bed's grumpy!
I think that I shall try to' sleep
Nope, no use, even counting-sheep.
Here I lie in a drab, cold-fo'nib -
Furnished in memory of who or whom..:-’
Oh well, I guess infirmary strife
Is all a part of college life.
But what about our dear Miss Brewer?
Give her all the credit due'er. .— ; ■ ■
When we do- get out, as fit ds fiddles, ' ’
We come out sans that pain in joux middles.
—William Jarnes Clark, Jr.
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