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Page 2. THE HILLTOP, MARS HILL COLLEGE, MARS HILL, NORTH CAROLINA. November 4, 1944 Q'Ke 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 STAFF Editor-in-Chief Bob Chapman Managing Editor Ted Hethcock Sports Editor Sigsbee Miller Faculty Advisers Louise Vaughan . J. A. McLeod CONTRIBUTORS Dixie Hawkins . Alwayne McClure . Phyllis Ann Gentry . Mary Jo Moody . Wilhelmina Rish . Howie Bingham . “Pinky” McLeod Sigsbee Miller . Marion Ballard . James Pegram . Bob Norton Guynelle Gentry . Jassamine Davis . Eunice Smith . Jane Wright . Ed Long BUSINESS STAFF Business Manager Nathan LeGrand Circulation Manager Jack Hughes Advertising Manager Jerry Dayton Volume XIX. November 4, 1944. Number 3. Days Of Splendor- ‘When the frost is on the pumpkin and the fodder’s in the shock” an atmosphere of happiness hovers over the campus. Have you heard those around you say that No vember is a dull, dreary time? Have you seen them ignore the wind as it grasped the fallen leaves in its rapid slender fingers and frown as it lifted them into the crisp morning air? November is a time for dreams and thankfulness before a glowing fire. It is a month of vision and anticipation of festive days ahead. It is a time of breathless beauty when the moon rises full and orange from a bed of serenity and lends a majestic glow to the silvered earth. Days and nights of November are occasions for thoughts of gratitude and humility. Let us open our hearts and our minds and be ever appreciative of a season of fruitful and abundant harvest. —L- Are You—One Of Thosef- It is evident from a glimpse at the delinquent lists of the college that there is a considerable number of young men and women who may be rated “dumb.” Those who roam the campus, prizing activity more than knowledge and popularity more than wisdom, may some day regret their misspent hours. Getting by is the highest ambition of many of the stu dents. This attitude, however, would probably vanish if privilege replaced duty in the delinquent students’ vo cabulary, and they realized the true value of an education. There are many who would cherish the opportunity which some students discard with a flip of the finger. Many students make ambitious plans and have good in tentions for accomplishing certain tasks, but they allow procrastination to rob them of their time. Many have found that things which are planned but never completed reap no reward when results are tallied. Are you one of those students dogged by delay? Can you blame procrastination as the cause of your delin quency? The first month of school is gone, but there is still time for you to get down to work. The ones who ac complish the most good in the world are the ones who train their minds to be keen and alert. Will you allow pro crastination to defeat your purpose? —B. C. Dream ing—R e m iniscing- I look forward to: the sun slipping behind the clouds about sunset time ... Pop having chapel ... walking after sup per ... more birthday dinners as we had year ... Saturday night entertainments ... seeing Miss Bingham happy ... society and fellowship hour ... candy store “bull sessions” ... hearing “Always” ... Doskie s pies at Roy’s. / wonder: how Mother Wells always keeps that dignified look ... how it would feel to have a sister my age ... how Mrs. Souther would look with her hair down ... what there is about Genie Jo White that reminds me of Florence Gordon ... how Mars Hill would be without some of its rules ... how many people go home every week-end ... why Dr. Pierce never seems to be tired ... if Pat Lancaster s hair is naturally wavy ... why it didn’t rain last Fri day ... why the music library isn’t used more often. / love to see that old cross on New Dorm hill ... to watch the sun rise every morning over the purple mountains ... the music programs in chapel ... the ideals of the so cieties ... to see Golding and Don together ... the way Mr. Wood is always doing the unusual ... to clinib Bai ley ... to see Troy Day heading for the second floor ot Moore. —D.R.H. I Sought Contentment and I was lonely as a prayer That went up to heaven found no God. The snow flakes stung my cheeks. And the cold of December froze around my heart. I sought contentment in a world of strife. I wondered—this struggle of sword and knife. Can it be the ultimatum of God? But in my search I found no answer— Only the echoes of man’s mourn ful cry. Strange, but the clouds grew dark And the heavens black. Then like the torrents of hail And the rolling of thunder. Something within sought refuge from this storm. It stopped, quite as suddenly as begun. I felt—there was a tear drop in my eye. Afar on the horizon, I saw a flash of light— Only a flash. And then, I heard a call. Low and serene as the celestial hills I asked, “What hast thou done, O soul of mine. That thou tremblest so?” But silence against which I dare not cry. Ached round me like a strong de sire. What hope? What help? What led me hither? I sat terrorized. The wind whispered like the voice of a base violin. The waves of discontent dashed against me Like the rumble of death. To the crystal throne of God I turned at last: “Speak thou availing Christ and fill this pause.” —Alwayne McClure. Dream Girl How sweet she was when I met her In her green checked bonnet so gay As she stood there among the roses And the bright-colored flowers of May. She watched me from half-closed eyelids, I ■ could not resist such a smile. Her blue eyes twinkled coyly. She was stealing my heart all the while. I doffed my cap as I left her. But our parting was not to be long. For next day I found my sweet heart As the bluebirds were singing their song. She’ll bring me spring in the winter. And when leaves turn and die in the fall. But, alas! The girl of my dreams Is a picture that hangs on my wall. —Phyllis Ann Gentry. EX LIBRIS MONTAGUh A TIME FOR REAPING “To everything there is a sea son”—a time for reaping, etc. . . . And so inevitably, the date for distribution of delinquent slips arrives. To some, sweeter music was never heard, while to others, a morbid and desolate tale had to be heard. To say the least, all was not quiet on the C-I front. According to some of the teachers, this month took all the honors in the number of delin quent names handed in to the ad viser. This does not speak so very well of the work done the first month of the 1944-45 school year. Some solace can be found in the fact, however, that school was two weeks later in starting than usual, and consequently, longer assign ments have been given. Besides, it takes a month to learn every body. To the C-I’s who found them selves on the delinquent list for various and sundry reasons, the C-II’s extend their heart-felt sympathies. The majority of them know how it feels for the adviser to look at a few slips of white paper and then start the fire works. They have thought of home and fried chicken and how wonderful life is on the outside, too. In fact—some of them are still thinking. To the C-II’s that were told to stay after the smart fellow had heard his good news, all that can be said is that next time will be a different story. To those stu dents not on the list this month, “Congratulations.” To those who were, remember that reaping the wirlwind is sometimes a process more than perilous, a pastime less than amusing. Wood Cottage In Goblin Burns Blaze Fire! Fire! Clang, clang, clang went the little red fire truck, as the Mars Hill Fire Department— her one horse wound tightly in place and her bell bobbing briskly in the breeze—sped proudly at almost forty miles an hour, down the street on Tuesday afternoon. Up the hill from the Science building, out of the library and music building, in fact from every corner of the campus, stampeded students, eager to know what the excitement was about. Scholars *in their two-thirty classes were awakened from lovely dreams of the previous week-end by the ex citing sound of the fire bell. Down Edna Moore hill flocked a bevy of beautiful (?) young things in a state, more or less, of attirement, all screaming “Where’s the fire?” By this time the little red truck, pardon, I mean the Mars Hill Fire Department, had stopped dramatically before Wood Cot tage, and amid the shrieks of the crowds of students, the hastily drafted firemen—some of whom are our own brave students jumped heroically from the truck and with hardly a thought for their own lives and safety, started into the door of “Wood Cottage, home for wayward boys.” Some of the more audacious onlookers had ventured almost to the cot tage, while the more timid souls contented themselves with watch ing the scene from atop the ampi- theatre steps. Teachers and stu dents who had tried unsuccessfully to continue their class work, hung precariously from the classroom windows in Moore Hall, their eyes Ignorance Is The Curse 0 God; Knowledge The Win Wherewith We Fly To Heavei The library is keeping ii, abreast of the time with the be! in books, magazines, and oth( materials concerning the preset. conditions. Two recent biographies ai outstanding among this materia The first is Eisenhower, Man ar Soldier, by Francis Trevelys Miller. This is a stirring life stoi of one of the most promine: leaders of our time. More thi two hundred years ago the Eisei hower family first came to tl New World to find freedom fro Old World restrictions. Toda General Dwight Eisenhower leai ^ the allied armies to bring fre j dom to those very countries fro which his family fled. This is t) ^ story of an American family at a typical American boy who leadership came to the front only it can in this free count! It is a great book—the story a great man. No less revealing is The Sooi Sisters, by Emily Mahn, the lig da ography of Madame Chiang Ki shek and her sisters—^women w' are courageous and charming. wc see their lives as they study th; an Amarican college, and ’ . follow them as they go into thr*^ extraordinary careers. Their sto^^ is the story of modern ChinaJ'.® fighting for its very existeni^’^ and in this history of a country looms the separate li!^^ of these women of greatness. , ed Be sure to read these boolocl Both of them are unforgettabfic, Stop by the library and sign ecu, some hours of unparalleled Re terest! den bulging and their mouths op'. The crowd waited breathles’ for flames to burst from the r(' of the quaint green cottage. I several long moments they wait The spectators began to gt^ restless; then doubtful; they | gan to feel as if they had bf cheated out of their fire. S' enough, the crowd around W Cottage began to turn arot and climb back up the hill. 1 Mars Hill Fire Department rol its hose back up and drove as quietly as possible. In ff had the Fire Department beel dog, we could say it slunk ' with its tail between its legs. So one shouted, “Halloween, jusi Halloween prank.” The crowd gyped but giggling thrill-seel>i turned and went back to tl' various tasks. N The diversion had been an citing one and the stud seemed glad that the fire been only imaginary. Read and heed: We of the ^ have definite proof of the ideb of the culprits who turned in fire alarm. Unless some suffid remuneration is fort hcoib' promptly-from these persons the editors of this periodical) will be forced to disclose ^ identity in a subsequent issU the Hilltop. (In other words you pay or we squeal!) German Club (Continued from Page l) guage Review. A humorous f ing featuring German did “Mr. Schmidt’s Mistake” given by 'Vemita Barnes. ' man songs were sung by both • Junior and Senior classes ab social hour was enjoyed.
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