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
Entered as second-class matter February 20, 1926, at the Post-
office at Mars Hill, North Carolina, under the Act of March 3, 1879
Issued semi-monthly during the college year.
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Editor-in-Chief Nina Guard
Managing Editor Bob Gellerstedt
Associate Editors Ted Hethcock . Cecil Porter
Sports Editor Frank Gregory
Poetry Editor Beatrice DeWitte
Faculty Advisers Mary Logan . Ramon DeShazo
Typists Jane Wright . Mrs. DeShazo . Bob Chapman
Kat Tyler . Jerry Hobbs . Howie Bingham . Mary Sue Middleton
Dixie Hawkins . Jean Allen . Jane Wright . Marie Davis . Pinky
McLeod . Lorice Fogleman . Betty Stinnett
Lillian Miller . Florence Gordon
Business Manager Nathan LeGrand
Advertising Manager Bob Gellerstedt
Circulation Manager Bob Chapman
February 26, 1944.
Sons And Daughters -- Ever True-
Eighty-five years ago this month, this school received its
charter, along with the official title of "Mars Hill College."
Mars Hill college has come far in those eighty-five years.
The struggling two-year-old school which was granted a charter
in 1859 has become a beloved and respected institution. Mars
Hill college has written for itself an enviable record in the
annals of education.
But the truest and most lasting record of Mars Hill college
history is not to be found in the minutes of educational meet
ings. There is a record of Mars Hill's work that is more perma
nent than any found on paper. This record is found in the
lives of three generations of men and women.
For three generations Mars Hill has helped young people
find the spirit of gracious living. For three generations it has
attempted to fit its young people for happiness and usefulness.
In those three generations. Mars Hill has come a little apart
from the world, and has come to be different in a way that
makes the Mors Hill spirit what it is.
Not only has Mars Hill given of itself for three generations,
but three generations have also given themselves to Mars
Hill. Three generations of consecrated men and women have
helped their fellow students, and have helped to enrich the
spirit of Mars Hill.
There are few schools today that help their students to find
the really valuable things in life. There are few schools that
recognize the fact that Christian men and women are of more
worth than scholarly men and women. There are few schools
fhat make it possible for the students themselves to give as
well as receive the guidance that we will receive next week.
The spirit of Mars Hill makes possible the week of religious
emphasis which is at hand. The spirit of Mars Hill makes us
proud to say, with three generations of the world's best men
and women, "We're from Mars Hill, too!" —N. G.
In Dixieland Ell Take My Stand-
Alabama, Arkansas, Florida, Georgia, Louisiana, Missis
sippi, North Carolina, South Carolina, Tennessee, Texas, Vir
ginia. Yes, this is Dixie. The Dixie that is rich in natural re
sources and is blessed with an abundance of raw materials,
with a growing supply of skilled labor, with ample transpor
tation facilities, and with on abundance of electrical power,
natural gas and coal—a Dixie that is growing as no other
section of the Nation, as no other section of the world.
The South is today producing to her capacity the materials
necessary for the victory of the United Nations. Alcoa is pro
ducing aluminum in Tennessee. Bell is building bombers in
Georgia. Ships are being made in Virginia. Steel in Alabama.
Cloth in the Carolinas. Lumber in Florida. Yes, today the ma
chines of our South are humming to the tune of victory.
Since the invention of the cotton gin the South has been ad
vancing industrially. Today we are producing for victory but
we are waiting only for the end of the war to make the greatest
advancement any region has known since the great waves
of migration to the free lands of the West.
Today the South is the manufacturing site for almost twenty-
five per cent of the Nation's industries. However, there is still
plenty of room for advancement in woolen mills, pulp and
paper mills, ceramics industries, glass manufacture, cellulose
products, chemical industry, and many others.
From the broad plantations, the busy modern cities, roaring
industrial centers, army camps and naval bases the people
of the South look forward to the day when we will make our
heretofore undreamed of advances in agriculture, transpor
tation, and industry. Then more than even we can say, "What
enriches the South enriches the Nation." ^—B. G.
The dawn awoke me with its gentle light.
I stirred and rubbed my eyes.
For there upon my window sill
Was a Pilgrim mother silhouetted against the skies.
She was demure as in the books
I read when I was small.
She stood there, calm and peaceful.
Staring at the vacant wall.
At first I thought it was a dream.
Then the morning sun shone through;
Then more clearly could I see
What things the shadows do.
There was no Pilgrim mother there.
She had vanished completely away.
And in her place I sow a crumpled paper bag
That I had left on the sill another day.
Sonnet On Growing Old
Too soon a phantom figure leads the way.
And then our eyes must watch the sinking sun.
Nocturnal breezes chase away the day.
And leave us with our courses almost run.
Yet, there is left a tiny spark of light.
Too small for human eyes to even see.
That spark is love for life and truth and right.
And all the things that heavenly souls can be.
It is our duty to kindle that spark.
For age is not the end of life's long road.
Grov/ing old does not mean that life is dark.
But is merely the time of shifting a load.
Then it is that we can find happiness
By blotting out our own vain selfishness.
What is life, its fullness, completeness?
What is the end, the objective, the plan.
The reason for living and working?
Can men grasp the importance of man?
We stumble along in the darkness.
We seek what we never can find,
'Til one day through the mist that surrounds us.
Comes a Light which is holy, divine.
Then into our life comes renewal;
One con then see a brighter new way,
A plan and a reason for living—
To look up, to love, and to pray.
Shall God Reignf-
When but a child I stood by my pansy bed one sultry sum
mer afternoon and gazed forlornly upon my withering flowers.
I had attached myself to those plants for the summer, for even
a child needs something which demands his loyal care. I
yearned for a rain to revive my plants and to turn their sad
faces into radiant countenances. When those longed-for show
ers finally came, my flowers took on new life. The rain brought
]orth a revival!
Another day, when I was older, I looked upon a despondent
friend. Life to him had become worthless and "too much like
a pathless wood." Loyalty to self had concealed the real value
of living. A youth needs something to command his loyalty,
something worthy of his devotion. I directed my friend to
my source of strength and peace and watched him kneel
lesitantly, almost resentfully. Prayer replaced resentment with
humility. Self walked out, and the reign of God in the heart
of man brought forth a revival!
Our Youth Revival does not mean that for a single week
Mars Hill students become very pious outwardly. It does not
mean that we get into the swing of things because that tends
toward popularity with the crowd. It does not necessarily mean
that we walk to the altar to signify the rededication of our lives.
A real revival, however, will mean that each of us does c;enter
his life more securely around the supreme loyalty. It does
mean that we forget to say, "As I will," and say instead, "As
Thou wilt." It does mean that we resolve within ourselves,
whether we make it known outwardly or not, to devote our
ives, our talents, and our services to our God.
Through sincerity of purpose we can moke ourselves better
Christian young people; through misrepresentation of our inner
selves we can make mockery of God and of this our week of
deeper spiritual emphasis. The choice rests with you and me
Will we let self or God reign? p Q
Ex Libris Montd\
By Nell Giles
This book is writteif®
American women who
like to make a sacrifice fc|°
war effort but who cannot-,
make the change. It is thej”^
est story and "disarm?^
formal" description of thr
periences of a white-colla
who enters a war fa^®
Punch In, Susie is full of h
and human interest.
The author, Nell Giles,
writer on the Boston Grii
She took a job in a We
Electric plant for the nots
of it. She wrote about he
periences in her column;
with salty embellishu _
they ore reproduced in sc
book. Twenty full-page y
and ink drawings are scat!y
throughout the text. dir
Montague Repof y.
Have you been enjoyin( i
opportunities that open rJUs
zine racks in the library inr
afforded you since the bto
ning of the spring semS>®i
Or have you ignored or afBu:
this new privilege? The Itei
has supplied us with thi-
lowing report on the coPtr]
current numbers of period°n
since the beginning of^'^’s
spring semester. h
Four issues have been-^®;
American Magazine, I^
Narcotic Review, Dec. ^
Readers' Digest, Feb.
Saturday Review of H *
ture, Feb. 12, 1944. C.
The first of these titles‘^'3
been replaced; the last
lost imder unusual circuit>^°J
ces. All but the last item
taken directly from the diS
rack of current periodich'
These losses in thems*^®
are not, of course, nume-^?^
The fact remains, hov^^^
that war-t i m e emerge^^^
make many magazines
placeoble. All of us
the future exercise more
in our use of library mats^^^
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A correction of the re4l
tion figures given in the-i®
issue shows that there ar^l®
students registered for fri
spring semester. Of these^®'
are girls cmd 144 are b^n
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Classical Club are hg
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