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THE HILLTOP, MARS HILL COLLEGE, MARS HILL, NORTH CAROLINA.
Apr. 15, V
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
MEMBER OF ASSOCIATED COLLEGIATE PRESS
DISTRIBUTOR OF COLLEGIATE DIGEST
STAFF
Editor-in-Chief - Nina Guard
Managing Editor Bob Gellerstedt
Associate Editor Cecil Porter
Sports Editor - Frank Gregory
Poetry Editor Beatrice DeWitte
Faculty Advisers Mary Logan . Ramon DeShazo
Typists Jane Wright . Lillian Miller
CONTRIBUTORS
Howie Bingham . Wilhelmina Rish . Mary Sue Middleton
Rachael McClain . Pinky McLeod . Jane Wright
BUSINESS STAFF
Business Manager Nathan LeGrand
Advertising Manager Bob Gellerstedt
Circulation Manager Bob Chapman
Volume XVIII. April 15, 1944. Number 12.
That’s How You Got The Hilltop-
The preparations for this issue of the Hilltop began
two weeks ago, just after the last issue came out. It was
then that we had our first staff meeting, and it was then
that the articles were assigned to our faithful reporters.
From that time until last Monday night, the reporters
worked and got up their respective assignments. It was
during this period, also, that the editors began to plan the
general layout of the paper.
By last Wednesday night all the material was in and the
layout had to be made up. It was in our Edna Moore Dor
mitory pressroom that we made it up. We drew off a full-
size dummy of the paper and laid off each article and put
in the headlines.
Then on Thursday morning the copy, when it was com
plete and ready, was sent to our printers, Biltmore Press,
in Asheville. It was there that Mr. Herman and Mr. Pye
set it up with their wonderful linotype machine. Then Mr.
Harmon made up the form and by Friday noon a proof
was made. The editors went over to try to catch some of
the numerous errors that the linotype makes. We took the
proof, marked all the errors we could find, and then gave
it back to Mr. Harmon, who had it corrected. On Saturday
morning another proof was made and corrected by Miss
Hord and Mr. Williams, of Biltmore Press’ efficient staff.
At 10:00 o’clock Saturday, today, it was ready to go to
press. Those many hours of hard work lyere all tied up in
an iron frame (or chase) and it all weighed about three
hundred pounds. It was then that Mr. Crowell, with some
help, placed this form in the press. After he had made the
form ready he began to feed the big press paper in
sheets about twice the size of the finished Hilltop. They
came out of the press with all four pages printed on one
side so they had to run through again in order that the
other side could be printed. Mr. Melton, the binder, then
cut them into two pieces and this gave us two complete
copies of the Hilltop. Then Mrs. Melton folded all of
them and put them into a neat package. After this they
were carried to the bus by Mr. Huff, the bus brought them
over, and you got your copy tonight right after supper.
That’s how you got the Hilltop. —B. G.
"Don’t Get Around Much Any More’-
‘Don’t get around much any more,” you and I sing, and
chalk this sad confession up as one more reason why we
should hasten the end of the war. But you and I like to
remember there was a time when we did “get around.”
Each of us likes to feel fully qualified to say with the
poet, “Much have I seen and known,” and each of us be
lieves firmly in the truth of his statement.
We sometimes forget, however, that the same poet said,
“I am a part of all that I have met,” and that in saying it
he was putting into immortal words another inescapable
truth. Your life and mine have been moulded largely by
the things we’ve seen and the people we’ve known. In turn,
you and I have contributed to the experiences of countless
others. The cycle of experience goes on: your influence on
me and my influence on you help make each of us what we
are, and that influence goes on through us to have its
effect on the thousands of people we have yet to meet.
Out of the fullness of our experience each of us is able
to give to every one else something he didn’t have when he
met us. You and I can give something no one else in the
world has. We can give ourselves.
If you would make yourself a worthy gift then you
POETRY
History
One thinks of history.
Of dullness and exams.
Of dates, and kings, and dictators.
And constant nocturnal crams.
But I think not of dullness.
For we are history too.
The selfsame things that Napoleon did.
In dreams we all can do
History is a tale of living.
Of people and laughter and fame;
Though we say it often repeats itself.
It is never exactly the same.
But if you don’t like the subject.
Live a life that’s exciting and new;
Then future history students
Won’t have as much trouble as you.
—Ronald Hill.
Spring
Wake up, roses and buttercups.
Wake up, blue violets dear.
As the warm sun brightens the sky
We know springtime is here.
As all the birds and flowers
Wake up from their sleep.
Let’s thank God for all that’s ours
As the spring we greet.
—Maureen Lovingood.
God Plants
. . . and God must grow in spring of earth
The souls he plucks like kernels pure.
And gathers into sheaves and keeps
For bread of Heaven evermore. ,
The husks are dropped, and to the earth
They fall—becoming then the sod
In which spring comes and grows more souls
For harvest by the waiting God.
—Nita Barnes.
Resolution
I’ve found myself some dreary days
As bitter as criminals who feel
That harming other peoples’ joys
Is the only thing which makes life real.
But there are days when over joyed
I delight to do a loving deed
With warmest feelings for my friends.
Who readily forgive my greed.
If I resolved to place my trust
And future in some better thing.
My cares and woes and words that
I’d throw them far away from me.
In ditches of remorseful death.
Where they could ne’er return to me
To hurt some soul with every breath.
—Beatrice DeWitte.
sting.
Ex Libris Montai
The Apostle
The Apostle, by She!
Asch, the author of iM
Nazarene, is an accounbr
the growth of Christiaife
based on the life of St. Per
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subject with reverence, ir
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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.
Growing old does not mean that life is dark.
But merely the time of shifting a load.
Then it is that we can find happiness
By blotting out our own vain selfishness.
—Paula Moore.
must seek in the much that you see and know that which
is beautiful and uplifting. It is not for us to mark time,
waiting for some dreamy, magic tomorrow. You’re not
thinking truthfully if you think that the people around
you today are only dull, uninteresting backgrounds against
which you must play your little part until the Master
Artist has prepared another background. The hundreds of
people around you are living, breathing, dreaming beings,
even as you. 'The person who seems to you to be a dull and
uninteresting laborer or a meddlesome old woman and who
considers you a feather-brained adolescent could teach
you much if you could only get together. And, if each of
us looks for the best others have to give, we shall be able
to meet on the common ground of the best that is in us.
If you will “wake up and live,” you will find that you
get around more than you think. There is plenty right
around you to add to your experience and, through yours
to mine.
Then each of us can enrich the other. Each of us, when
we give of ourselves, out of the fullness of our experience
will have something to give. —N. G.
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is now’ stationed at
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manding officer of a pr^us
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Bailey, N. C., high school
a year before entering
Army in May, 1942. Ho
graduate of Mars Hill
lege and Wake Forest
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at Pensacola. \
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being assigned to active j-
with flying Leathol^g]
squadron. ou
Lieut. Tweed is the j
Mrs. Dora F. Tweed of el,
shall, N. C. He formed j
tended Mars Hill collefio]
Second Lt. H. L. Eako’ot
of Mr. and Mrs. RobOlyg
Eakes, of Route No. f (
ford. North Carolina, jjig
at a fighter station
where in England” wh^'—
will take an advanced “^f
in the latest fighter pD^
the U. S. Army Air For^i
P-47 “Thunderbolt”.
Lt. Eakes attended
Hill School, Oxford, A
and was graduated
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