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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, North
Carolina.
Entered as second-class matter February 20, 1926, at the Post-
office at Mars Hill, North Carolina, under the Act of March 3, 1879.
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Huff . James Dendy . Becky Horton
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Sarah Curtis . Eugene Gibbs . Evangeline Grayson . Henry Anderson
Walter Harrelson . Mary Lillian Culpepper
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Volume XVI.
November 8, 1941.
Number 4.
Between The Lines ——
People keep bringing up freedom of speech, keep empha
sizing the fact that this is a free countrY and that we con at
least write or soy what we please, whether it has any logic to
it or not. But is ours a free country? Can we actually say what
we think, tell the world how we feel about the situation?
I think not! There are so many social entanglements and
dogmatic Gordian Knots binding the tongue of man that his
very thought becomes stale because he is unable to express
himself as he desires. He dares not tell the truth because of
public opinion s dominance over puppet opinion, opinion pu
trid with tradition, opinion that cannot boast one atom of mod
em thought and reasoning. The thought process and reasoning
facility of mankind is his highest mental power; yet every time
a gap is jumped by a "man ahead of his time" the biased
souls whose dreams are steeped in the "good old days" try to
drag the modemer back into the gap. A modern Erasmus or
Luther has as much chance now as did those great minds in
their own day.
To remedy this situation, the modern thinker has resorted to
a system of beating around the bush. He utters two phrases
and we must read between the lines to get the true meaning
of his innermost thoughts. When speech becomes free, then we
can shake off the old man of the sea from our young shoulders
cmd become logical in our thoughts.
I wonder how many who heard Mr. Blanton's messages read
the vast sermons between the lines. Mr. Blanton, it seems to
me, suggested that mankind must resort to more modem prin
ciples if he is to save his civilization. —J.F.W.
A nticipation
If, when you face the cold storage eggs at breakfast, you
cannot look forward with eagerness to some happiness which
that day holds in store, you ore defeated at the outset. The
effect is not restricted to yourself alone, but all with whom you
come in contact will receive a portion of the unhappiness
which you spontaneously begin to generate. The eggs won't
even get a square deal; and the biscuits have not a hope for
assimilation.
Yours is the ability to create for the day an enthusiasm that
will bear you safely through the digestive difficulties which
confront your metabolism at breakfast; the capacity to insure
a keen anticipation that will give you the intestinal fortitude
and optimism to face the real problem. It is not enough to look
forward to rubbing elbows with your love as you both reach
for the sugar bowl. He might oversleep, and you will face the
eggs alone, with nothing to live for.
If you have conscientiously nurtured the spark of anticipa
tion that you almost stifled this morning, the day is full of
enough potential energy to catapult you through the breakfast
hazard to a respectable position beneath your German pro
fessor's very nose. Stir up a bit of anticipation and enjoy its
fulfillment; or start the day a-pouting, and groan of undigested
eggs. —W.R.G.
Pepper & Salt
By Norman W. Williamson
When it was decided to ex
pand the HILLTOP, the prob
lem of how to fill the additional
space popped up like a Pepsi
Cola bottle-top. So "Little Willy"
called on me to do the dirty
work. Why? Your guess is as
good as mine. Anyway, I don't
wont to set the HILLTOP on
fire; I just want to be the one
you read.
"Letters-to-the-editor" will be
appreciated. Don't hesitate to
see how many kinds of a bore
you can call me. I don't mind
and I'm sure my "public" will
enjoy the fun. Toward a
heavier mail bag let me con
tribute this thought, with apolo
gies to Mrs. Grundy; would
Sally Rand get any mail if she
had no fans?
This column will publish the
things that nobody else will
publish. There will be book
reviews, treatises, dramatic
criticism, obituaries, short
stories, dissertations, poems,
dithyrambs, anecdotes, philli-
pics, homilies, et cetera ad
infinitum. Within certain limits
this will be an all request pro
gram. If you like it, tell your
girl friend, or write a post card
home; if it bores you, don't
backbite; tell us. '
Since I don't want to slip
into—and I quote from Mr.
Wood, that renowned authority
on verbal pyrotechnics (fire
works to you)—quote, the limbo
of innocuous desuetude, un
quote, I earnestly solicit your
love letters, favorite quips, pet
peeves, and those poems and
short short stories you dashed
off in an unguarded moment.
Any references to persons
living or dead are purely
coincidental and unmalicious
and must be overlooked.
New Books On Peace
Ten books on world peace
were recently added to the
Montague Library. Such books
ore given twice a year by the
Carnegie Endowment for Inter
national Peace to encourage the
study of international relations.
They are known as the I. R. C.
collection. The new books are
as follows: Economic Defense
of Latin America by Percy W.
Bidwell, Against This Torrent
by Edward Mead Earle, Can
ada In Peace and War by
Chester Martin, Canada and
the United States by F. R. Scott,
Australia and the United States
by Fred Alexander, Canada
and the For-Eost—1940 by A.
R. M. Lower, United States and
Japan's New Order by William
C. Johnstone, Union Now with
Britain by Clarence K. Streit,
Reconstruction of World Trade
by J. B. Condliffe, For What Do
We Fight? By Norman Angel.
Alumni Notes
By Winfred Thompson
Hear ye! Hear ye! Be it
known to all that Mors Hill
men and women ore still Mors
Hillions where'er they go.
Seems as if the worthy sons
and daughters of the Hill are
readily recognized by those
not so fortunate as to be mem
bers of the alumni of Mors Hill,
the Pride of all the South.
To bear me out in this, there's
the case of one C. C. Hope
who was just lost year one of
us. Old Black and Gold, the
Wake Forest College sheet,
had this to say of Hope. "Hope
is a transfer student from Mors
Hill College. He is a debater,
last year speaker of the North
Carolina Student Legislature
. . ." which august assembly
Hope was attending when that
paper hit the press. All this
clearing-up process came as a
result of a letter written to C.
C. by one "American Mother"
who misunderstood a bill he
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SAPPHIRA AND THE
SLAVE GIRL
International
Summary
By Henry B. Huff
An American destroyer, the
Reuben James, has been sunk
while on convoy duty several
hundred miles west of Iceland.
Several of its crew are missing.
This is the first American de
stroyer sunk in the battle of
the Atlantic. With the attack
on the Greer, the torpedoing
of the Kearny, and the sinking
of the Reuben James, America
has already almost equaled
the entire naval losses suffered
during the first World war.
On the battlefields of Russia,
rain, snow, and ice have begun
their siege. In the north where
the Germans are encamped
around the city of the Czars,
Leningrad, little activity is
taking place because of the in
tense cold that has come down
from the frozen Arctic to engulf
the whole of northern Europe.
Before Moscow, the cradle of
Russia, the Russians and the
German armies ore locked in
mortal combat. The Germans
are continuing to gain ever
more slowly. In the south the
Germans seem to be making
rapid progress over the tree
less plains of the Crimean
peninsula towards the im
portant naval bases of Se
vastopol, and Kerch, the home
base of the Russian Black Sed
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A Book Review By
James S. Dendy
Now, after a period of five
years, Willa Gather, one of
our great American women
novelists, has given us another
of her worthwhile books. Willa
Gather, mellowed by a full
life of abundant experience,
writes in a beautiful style
which will hold any reader
after he has read a few para
graphs. In this novel she draws
the setting from the home of
her childhood, the mountains
of Virginia. The story takes
place a few years preceding
the Civil War.
In the mountains of Virginia,
undisturbed by the tumult of
the outside world, live Sop-
phira Doddridge Colbert (of
an aristocratic English family)
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PHEW!
One of the first things I
noticed when the organizations
of the campus began to take
shape this season was d
definite lack of something —-
you know, spirit I do not
happen to be a pessimist, but
we of the C-II species feel let
down because we hove seen
greater loyalty and have heard
louder yells on these grounds
However, it has been entirely
up to us this year, and thes«
students who planted the spirl
in us last year ore depending
on us to carry it on. Are wt
doing that, or haven't we givef
it much thought? Evidently wi
haven't, or we hove tried on^
couldn't. Such a fact is certainlj
not very gratifying to our foot
hall team—to soy nothing o
the participants in other activi
ties.
Just as a suggestion, couldn'
we show a little more intereS
and enthusiasm for the things
which we represent on thi
cempus? Couldn't we afford ‘
bit of spirit in behalf of tb
worthwhile extra - curricular
Couldn t we do our port i'
ccmying on" the spirit of Mctf
Hill? It's up to us.
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Across the floor from drenched clothes
I just took off; and with a sigh
I dress again to class to fly
In wrath that ever deeper grows.
They are C-I's. Short weeks ago
They came, were meek, respect did show.
Loved and were loved, but now defy
In Landers House.
C-I's, resume your homage low
Or upper classmen hands will show
Their strength. Yours is a state less high.
If you insist our wits to try.
We shall repay your pranks so low
In Landers House.
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