THE HILLTOP, MARS HILL COLLEGE, MARS HILL, NORTH CAROLINA.
Feb. 10, 194!
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.
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February 10, 1945.
This Is Life-
We stood upon a breathing hill and watched a day begin. We
saw the early morning sun as she trampled the golden stars be
neath her travel-reddened feet. When her conquest was finished
she climbed the silver steps to the sky blue throne and sat there as
majestic as a queen clothed in the splendor of royal purple. She
moved her head as the crystal seconds passed and when her eye fell
on the gentle hill leaning against mother earth, the frost became
a mass of liquid silver. The trees seemed to whisper the serenity of
morning and the peaceful joy that is nature.
The day passed on and we saw the fingers of the sun reach down
and grace the smiling face of a passing child. The warm air became
cool with travel; the silent sleepy shadow lengthened and became
a part of the approaching night.
At the end of the day we saw the fiery face of the sun being
covered by the rapid hand of night as it sank into the abysmal sea
of other worlds to wait for tomoTOW. —L. M.
A Heart For You-
The custom of sending Valentines may seem like nothing more
than a memory of childhood to some people, but judging from the
amount of sentimental cards and greetings available in stores it is
.still a very active one. In times such as these, with an increase
in the marriage rate and the revival of interest in sentimental
things, St. Valentine’s Day may well be headed for a boom.
Some of you who are interested in prolonging the custom of this
day might like to know how it all began. The origin of the custom
involves bits of pagan and Christian lore, and there are various
theories about how the name of Valentine came to be connected with
t’ e day on which lovers send tokens to one anot’ner. One is based
on the belief of the Middle Ages that on the fourteenth day of
February every year the birds began to mate. Chaucer refers to
it in his “Parliament of Foules” in this way:
For this was Seynt Valentyne’s day.
When every foul cometh ther to choose his mate.
Some people suggest that the association of St. Valentine and
lovers grew out of the Norman word “galantin,” meaning a lover of
women, and the name of the saint. They think that Galantin’s Day,
frequently pronounced with a “v”, led to confusion in the popular
Another theory is that the lover’s custom is a survival of a prac
tice in a Roman feast occurring in February. The names of young
men and women were put in a box to be drawn by chance, an
arrangement under which a young man became the gallant of a
young woman for the next year. It is said that the Christian clergy
objected and substituted the names of saints, and each young per
son was to try to equal the saint whose name he drew during the
next twelve months. As this drawing occurred on February 14, the
association with Valentine was established. The drawing of the
names of young men and women from a box on that day continued
for many years after the custom of Christianizing pagan usages had
The Morn Is Ydung
I stand upon the golden wings of
And look beyond the whiteness
of a cloud
Up to the laughing, piercing blue
’Tish fresh and pure; the air is
The earth is strong, and life is
A dart of blue, and songs of
A butterfly that on its wings
Lifts down a sunbeam to the
Shattering its brilliance ’mid
The opal seeds of dew at dawn.
Dispersing waking MorpTieus’
The newness of a sleepy flower
That rises from the earth to blow
A kiss into the morning breeze.
Nor shall it fade, forgotten be.
But find some mossy spot in which
To rest, or even fall upon
A ripple in a trembling brook.
And ever thus be carried on.
The morn is young nor shall it
For deep inside my heart I feel
The fragrant freshness and the
youth of life.
-Phyllis Ann Gentry.
/ Love You
The boy and the girl who were paired by this method were once
in the habit of giving presents to each other. Later only the youth
gave a gift to the lass. Then the custom of sending valentines to
the favorite grew up. When post offices were established and postal
rates were reduced, the mail was crowded with the sweet messages
every year.Stores offered them in various designs at various prices.
Thousands of Valentines are sent each year—some of the most
popular being sentimental cards, heart-shaped candies, and flowers.
The type of Valentine you will send your sweetheart will be a matter
of choice; you might even be exclusive and make it original.
Tradition leaves the custom open to various interpretations. B. C.
“I love you as I love some grow
That grows more beautiful hour
I love you as I love the bird
From the old tree upon the
bough that swings
Outside my magic window in
I love you as I love all lovely
things . . .
For you are the reason I was
Way Down In
No mail ... no money . . . late
hours . . . early mornings . . .
closet lights . . . yawns . . .
sights . . . slamming of doors . . .
red eyes ... no going home . . .
fussy people . . . questions with
no answers ... no clean rooms
. . . call downs . . . lost tempers
. . . little sleep . . . and sausage!!
Here and There
Library lines . . . boys in blue
jeans and engineers’ caps . . . the
sound of girls’ voices around the
Big Circle on Sunday morning
. . . the steps of Brown and Mel
rose after supper . . . the view
from cemetery hill . . . the “feel”
of the prayer room ... a bare
tree against the sky . . . the
church bell ... a beautiful poem
. . . Youth Revival.
This and That
Watson, Vaughn and Garner
devouring pies at Roy’s . . . Caro
line Boyles hollering . . . couples
going up the hill after the show
. . . Heidick telling those corny
jokes . . . The Book Store line
. . . the friendly facial expressions
of Mary Stone and Martha
Rivers . . . Noel playing his violin
. . . Bell and “Pokey” making
their rounds . . . Mother Wells
and Mother Gammons together
at the show . . . the new haircuts
. . . wonder where Herman is???
When questioned by this ne-
ophite reporter about the deep,
dark secrets of her past, present,
and future existence L.—identi
fication of the “L” is really a
secret—Virginia Perry’s exclama
tion was “My cow!” One would
think she came from the coun
try with such a favorite ex
pression, but she hails from the
town of Kannapolis and Cannon
towels—all presidents of Cannon
Mills please rush compensation
for such wide-spread publicity.
She evidently possesses a love
for the supernatural; “Am I
gonna commit murder next
week?” she questioned when we
tried to pull the towel over her
eyes and surprise her with an
amiable face and a cloud of dark
hair in the current issue of “The
She established her reputation
of erudition firmly last year
when she rated an unheard of
grade—A under Prof. DeShazo.
She evidently knew numerous
answers to those famous “Sixty-
four dollar questions” for which
said prof, was renowned. Pop De
Shazo certainly sowed “his love
for English seeds on fertile
ground”—she’s looking forward
to the time of teaching it. She
plans to attend Wake Forest and
obtain a major in English. Ed.
note—We can’t help wondering
if she won’t be interested in the
hu-men-ity Strolling about while
she is there.
“Jenny” has an infinite love
for Scotch—that’s her ancestry—
but she chalks up one sad con
fession as traitor to the tradition
al thrift. Her Mars Hill appetite
begins “a-yearning” for Butter
scotch pie and her vision of cham
pioning the cause dies before it
has begun its journey.
That gal not only has erudition
and initiative; she has ability.
We’ve heard her quiet, husky
voice saying, “I am glad to wel
come each of you to Sunday
School this morning.” That was
when she stood before the Ruth
Sunday School class as the first
semester president. She keeps a
close check on her secretarial
minutes for the Senior class too.
She depicted a feeling for mur
der—that word again—in the
Scrib Club presented of Macbeth.
Jenny was Banquo’s ghost. Short
ly after she emerged from the
temporary robes of white, she re
sumed her position as vice presi
dent of the club.
Truth, Purity, and Fidelity, are
her ideals and the ideals of her
society—Clio. She carries a cer
tain “little book” with her quite
frequently now that the Clios
have selected her as their censor
for the Forensic term.
In her serious moments she
writes verse. This one appeared
The tables turned—the “sno
reporter” has been snooped
We even looked in her note bo
and found . . .
When her eyes spy all this I ®uth
formation, non-censored by
Miss Smith, just listen to her
“Boy, am I humiliated!”
she’s placing herself in such
extinct category, let’s
why she feels thus.
She enjoys walking . . . !is the
lights in moments of creation * Eve
possible reminiscing . . . “lyiBerna
in a clover field with the wSit, sir
sun overhead . . .” Mr. Mac an ess
vouch for ability-plus in effiFreshi
ency. in Hi
Two recent books in which
has indulged are Song of Bef .
. . o „ . • . . tfComfoi
dette and Soap Behind the
—variety-plus also. She .loves
easy rhythm and quiet meditat.
of “Thanatopsis” by Bryant, j
Some newspaper women beteee wh:
mind her “jargon” ’cause shtime tl
“gonna” meet with competitinents
Eunice is planning to enter C(®nd Ha
lina for the express purposethe for
studying journalism. Just IHughes.
much concentration the lesson Housi
not those Dogpatch style—cons
receive with all those L’il Abi&^’y —
about—well, Mr. S. Miller? cover, i
Her favorite food is “fo'f mean
if you like more explicit ingn.” Tl
mation she ’fesses up to blouses
caloric chocolate nut sundacspring c
Club were delighted by her ‘
easy voice telling of the -
woman who lived in “God’s O
try.” She’s their president , ^
the second semester. She
sented moments of meditatio(^ ./
^ (>t those
an oration about a young l-hymes
who enjoyed reminiscing. '
her society hall—
f For A
The Bykota Training
asked her sincerely enoud*!
make her president for the i
ent term. She’s a wonderful'
son with a wonderful amoun
Ask her how she feels *
having read all this—we ,
it; you name it—and her * *
may be, resignedly eP^
“poorly thanks.” All of
goes to prove that she’s oP*
lightful person. TRY (
in the literary edition of the
top last year.
Let me seek a nobler purpe*
Dear Lord, as I trudge alopl ^
Give me the grace to be niof*
.And the love to forgive all '''' Man
This is the Virginia Perrf*