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THE HILLTOP, MARS HILL COLLEGE, MARS HILL, NORTH CAROLINA.
Q'he Hilltop
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.
Issued semi-monthly during the college year.
Subscription Rate Year $1.00
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DISTRIBUTOR OF COLLEGIATE DIGEST
STAFF
Editor-in-Chief Nina Guard
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Poetry Editor Beatrice DeWitte
Faculty Advisers Mary Logan . Ramon DeShazo
Typists Jane Wright . Lillian Miller
CONTRIBUTORS
Dixie Hawkins . Howie Bingham . Pinky McLeod . Ronald Hill
Mary Sue Middleton . Betty Stinnett . Marie Davis
BUSINESS STAFF
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Circulation Manager Bob Chapman
Volume XVIII.
April 1, 1944.
Number 11
C onsummation-
Are you complete? Silly question, isn’t it? Most people are
reasonably complete, at least in a physical way. Most people
have two eyes and a pair of ears and just about everything
necessary to get along reasonably well. God gave nearly all
of us all the equipment that we need to live.
But—are you complete? Does the physical equipment that
you have serve you fully? Do you have eyes . . . and still not
see the sunshine of the mountains? Do you have ears . . . and
still not hear the birds that sing? Do you have hands . . . and
fail to grasp the chance for service? Do you have lips . . .
and fail to breathe the breath of life?
In this spring season, not one of us can be content with
accepting passively the hours of our lives. Each of us can
receive this Easter season a new awareness of life.
Most of us would feel that we were not quite complete if
we had to meet this Easter without a new bonnet. Likewise,
none of us can feel complete without awaking to a fuller, more
abundant life. This Easter the deep desire of each of us may
be:
Keep me from quiet acceptance, God.
Of hours that come my way.
Don’t let me meet life with reluctance, God;
Don’t let me be blase.
But fill me with eager awareness, God,
Of hours that I shall meet.
God, give me the joy of living.
I want my life complete.
—N. G.
The Right To Give Roses-
At the battle of Lexington in 1775 the first blood was shed
for those rights and privileges that we hold dear today. Men
gave their lives there for a nation that, at the time, was not
even in existence; they gave their lives for a country they
did not even know the name of. Since then the name of
our country, the United States of America, has been written
hundreds of times in blood by those who loved others more
than self.
Through the terrible years of the Revolutionary War those
brave Americans had in mind one freedom. This freedom—
liberty—was fought for at Brandywine, at Monmouth, at
Kings Mountain, and was finally won at Yorktown.
Since Washington took Cornwallis’ sword at Yorktown,
liberty has not been preserved without cost. We have not
been able to sit back and enjoy liberty without paying for
it, and sometimes the cost has been very dear. From the battle
of Lexington to the battle of Cassino, many men have lost
their lives in an effort to make secure the blessings of liberty
—to preserve this one and only freedom, liberty. There will
be many more lives lost in this struggle; but, if God wills it,
we will have liberty until the end of time.
What is liberty? What is this thing that so many give their
lives for? That’s a big question and it will take a big answer,
but in a somewhat limited sense it is the right to do and be
what we want. Liberty lets us play baseball, climb mountains,
have snow fights, go to church, eat big Sunday dinners, listen
to the radio, or not do any of them at all. Yes, liberty is
very dear—it lets us have a talk with Dad, write a letter to
Mother, send Sis some post cards for her collection, and it
even gives us the right to give roses to our best girl at Easter
time. —B.G.
POETRY
The Storm
The clouds all sweep and the winds complain
Because all’s wrong with the world.
The thunderbolt and the lightning spear
By the wrath of God are hurled;
By neon flash and a rumbling crash
Are shown the shames of the world.
The rain torrents fall.
And the wild winds call
The name of a Jonah’s child.
And the black clouds ride
Like a devil’s bride
On a storm wind that’s loud and wild;
And a sinner kneels and cries aloud
In a voice that’s sacred and weak;
For he’s humble now as he once was proud.
And the mercy of God must seek.
But he still must sweat, ’neath the ominous threat
Of a God who’s never weak.
And the black night stark
Is not half so dark
As the depths of a sinner’s despair;
For his soul is bent
And his life’s toil spent
By the load of his shame and care.
The daylight comes and the struggle’s
And the sky is clear and new;
The weight slides off the sinner’s back
And the smile of God shines through.
The sinner’s plight’s now a burden light
For his heart is strong and new.
Earth’s melody rings
And a song bird sings
Of new life after the rain;
And a heart once drear
Is now filled with cheer
Of a new hope after pain.
o er
-Betty Stinnett.
Carolina In The Moonlight
In the moonlight, far into the night
When the sun is set and gone
The breath of the pine stirs all life
And the brook ripples on.
The ocean roars its restless song;
The seabirds have gone to rest.
After a happy day with hearts content
They’ve gone back to their nests.
The mountain lies still and solemn;
Sights more beautiful are few.
The eagle returning to his nest
Feels God’s blessing too.
In the shadow of the forest
With all nature’s care
She has put her favorite beasts and birds
In beauty beyond compare.
O Carolina in the moonlight
When nature finished thee.
You were blessed with all her beauty
And christened with the sea.
—J. “Remington” Spence.
Spring
April 1,
Oh God, what an artist Thou must be
If earth and heaven are in any wise like Thee!
Thou formest lace of the crude ground with frost patterns.
Thou turnest the leaves to gold, and then again to green.
Thou paintest the sky with red in the evening and blue in the
day;
Thou dost shape out the mountains in blue and purple heaps
O nthe dim horizon, and they flow
And ripple like a towering sea;
Thou cleanest the earth with snow.
And warmest it again with rain;
The grey grass becomes emerald at the breath of Thy mouth;
Thou sendest forth the feathered birds, the sensible bees, and
butterflies
That float and wander like so many flowers;
The violets and crocuses spring up.
Symbols of a larger perfection.
Each formed so beautifully that none of them might say,
“I was not fashioned after the thought of the Infinite.”
—Mary Sue Middleton.
Ex Libris Monta
Literary Englan
Often in reading great
such as Ivanhoe and ^
Idylls of the King we [
that the beautiful placC^
England are legendary. B
the pages of Literary EnJ
we see the ruins of Tin'
Castle where King Arthui
born. Here is the cath!,
from Canterbury TaleS/)^
the field of daffodils of
Wordsworth wrote in his
mortal, “I Wandered L^g
as a Cloud.” Here we see
wood Forest, where “graj^g'
ghostly shadows go gt. j
through the brake” and v^g^
Robin Hood “w i n d s pg^
shadowy horn.” These picfuj
show in Literary Englantg
us why men have beei^g
spired to write about t j
They are a part of the; ^
England for which men jgj,
fought and died down thit q
the ages. An Englishwrox
who has been living in Ai an
ca says that the beautj;
these photographs dis'
her when she had thougKtec
had substituted Marylaniyg.
the Chiltern Hills and an
mountains of North CaFer
for the ells of the Lake p
trict. These pictures shoV
whole loveliness of Engj^®
A good book for brov.^®
Literary England is a boC^ ^
memories of the past,
realizations, and visions
future.
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has made a good forwaiY*^^
the WAC basketball tea7e a
Camp Rucker, Alabamahis
fore joining the Wolilts
Army Corps eight month^on.
Mars Hill in 1940-41 and;, Q
Corporal Livingston att^ma j
’42 and afterwards was
ployed as a stenograph? lyr
the Blue Ridge EleC
Membership Corporatioirj^„®
is assigned to duties
Camp Rucker Station
pital. ■;~~
The Philomathian Ana^^J
sary president of last yeaf-
Hamlett, has recently
commissioned as an Ens^g^.^,
the Naval Air Corps, fi't (jg
Hamlett is now station^pjg!
Panama doing off-shor^jj-„
trol.
ran
Lt. Dupey Sears of thei by
of ’38 visited the ca
several days ago. Lt. Se^ut j
now an instructor in “iUent
ment” flying at Fra^ mo
Field, Seymour, Indianan., I
Three brothers who att^tor
Mars Hill College and ar^e :
serving Uncle Sam are hidir
M. G. Edwards, a bomb%osp
navigator on a B-26 to
bomber; Seaman First pres
William B. Edwards, ilte (
navy air gunner’s schajugh
Yellow Water, Florida!ers.
Ensign O. L. Edwards, J^itor
tinned at an advanced b*osit
the South Pacific. f^dei
A member of the
’33, Second Lt. Mac
is serving overseas wil|i^^
98^ Evacuation Hospita^^^'
Promoted to Captain
Medical Corps at Fort
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