THE HILLTOP, MARS HILL COLLEGE, MARS HILL, NORTH CAROLINA.
Plain Living and High Thinking
Published by the Students of Mars Hill College, Mars Hill,
Entered as second-class matter February 20, 1926, at the Post
Off'ce at Mars Hill, North Carolina, under the Act of March 3, 1879.
Issued semi-monthly during the college year.
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Sport! Editors (Boys) Bill Everhart Jerry Manon
Assistant Advertising Manager Mor; ^FvXn Cro^
What? Exams not over yet?
Still have more hurrying and
craming to do before Wednes
day? We dare you to slow down
just a minute or two and see
what’s going on that you’re
missing in all your rush. We don’t
believe in crushing roses under
foot while reaching for a star.
It just isn’t worth it! So, come
on, kids, let’s stop for a while
and open our eyes and take in
some of these words o’ wisdom
gleaned from here’n’ there.
Inez Wright . Lois Harris . Ruth Forester . Tommy
Stapleton . Betty Weaver . Jerry Saville
January 19, 1946.
A Hope And A Prayer-
Another year has begun. A new calendar is on the wall. The
world has been taught through bitter experience some expensive
lessons. Or has it? Once we were given a chance to make this a
worthwhile place in which to live, but instead we forced a whole
^generation into a bath of blood.
^ A huge transport slithered into the sky, its compass knocked out
of commission by enemy flak. There were nineteen wounded men
jiboaid..Six able-bodied ones manned the plane. The pilot nosed the
^reat ship out over the Pacific and prayed!
At that exact moment a shell burst near a foxhole in embatUed
Luzon. A startled doughboy shook the dirt from his eyes, scrambled
lEor his rifle, and said: “Thank you. Lord.”
■ In a’Japanese prison camp deep in the heart of Honshu a grimy,
'gaunt, skeletal American struggled to eat a bowlful of filthy rice:
'“Lord, give me strength.”
Back at home a gray-haired mother kneeled beside her bed and
♦prayed: “Please, Lord, give us another chance.”
Those prayers were answered. Ten thousand different prayers in
■ten thousand different places at the same time, asking for another
♦chance. Now we have another chance, our last chance! Are we go-
•ing to fumble this chance? Have we really learned a lesson, or will
'we live to see our children march off to death? That depends on us
'as individuals to a greater extent than we will let ourselves believe.
Yes, we as college youths, as Mars Hillians, have our definite part
•in the building of world peace. Until we realize that, until people
all over the world wake up to this realization, all of the bloody
4)attles, all of those who have given their lives in the prime of
.young manhood, all of this “so-called” peace, is in vain. A new
'•year, another chance—what shall become of it? —J. S.
Happiness grows at our own
firesides, and is not to be picked
in strangers’ gardens.
The older generation thought
nothing of getting up at 5 o’clock
in the morning—and the younger
generation doesn’t think so much
of it either.
* * *
A shallow brook makes more
noise than a deep river, but car
ries very little merchandise.
—Dr. Perry F. Webb.
♦ * ♦
He that falls in love with him
self will have no rivals.
Great men never feel great;
small men never feel small.
Great thoughts, like
deeds, need no trumpet.
Here’s a “Ladder of Success’
copied from the Watchman
Examiner. How about it?
“They might not need me; but
I’ll let my head be just in si
A smile as small as mine mt
Precisely their necessity.”
Phyllis Ann Gentry
Ad Astra, Et Cetera-
In this column some weeks ago, the editor grievously lamented
the manifold difficulties that had stepped in the way of the Chnstmas
.edition of The Hilltop, observing thankfully that a siege of influenza
and sundry other misfortunes had been successfully combatted, that
■the paper was appearing on schedule, and that every o y was appy-
Everybody wa. happy-on the Saturday afternoon the editorial
was written. The story was somewhat different Tuesday
the rush of trying to beat the approaching blizzard, everybody had
forgotten that The Hilltop was to have appeared between suppers.
70%—I think I can.
60%—I think I might.
40%—^What is it?
%—I wish I could.
20%—I don’t know how.
Income taxes could be a lot
worse. Suppose we had to pay on
what we think we are worth.
Art hath an enemy called
Everybody, that is, except the editors had forgotten. Quite con-
■tent to step into the role of martyrs (it’s quite the thing on the
ernpu, these days, you tao^). they '>, ^
night to see that the papers were mailed out to the
'(2) shelved their good intentions as the snow deepened, P
4or Asheville, and left the papers to the rnercies of
members and students who remained, and (3) J.
■to the Hill, after a fruitless search for trains and buses
Remember that old Arabian
proverb everybody knows part of
but can’t recite? Tuck it away in
your scrapbook and next time
you want to sound learned,
you’ve got it!
Meanwhile, the circulation machinery had been functioning
smoothly, and the staff’s heartfelt thanks go to Miss Collie Gamer,
TVIiss Eula Mae Young, Miss Irene Glass, LaVeme Rush and others
who helped to mail out the papers.
But who would have thought that “Ad astra per aspera,” penned
‘ 80 learnedly and so lightly a few short weeks ago, coul^co^ain
such an ominous meaning?
Four Sorts Of Men
He who knows not and knows not
he knows not:
He is a fool—shun him;
He who knows not and knows he
He is simple—teach him;
He who knows and knows not he
He is asleep—wake him;
He who knows and knows he
He is wise—follow him.
—Phyllis Ann Gentry.
Nothing but poetry could ex
press her honorific personality.
Her poetical love began as a
small child at her mother’s knees.
Her mother’s deep love for poetry
was transmitted by daily reading.
The elaborate phrases of a poet’s
mind settled in the young one’s
imperative mind. Phyllis Ann ac
cepts no honors for her work with
poetry. All the credit goes to her
mother. One of her poems was
recently published in An An
thology of College Poetry Father
also gets a share of the cake. He
gave his daughter a talent of no
less value—art. Although she is
not notable in Miss Bowden’s
class of classical paint dobbers,
she has decorated her room at
her talent’s expense.
Before coming to Mars Hill, her
life was one throbbing experi
ence after another as secretary
to the treasurer of Foreign
Mission Board. Her love for that
work is so compelling that she
plans to return to it after finish
ing Mars Hill. However, she will
attend college later.
Mars HiU is very proud of its
protegee. She helped Miss Dig
gers of Volunteer for Christ rep
resentative to the B.S.U. Council.
At the end of the last year she
received the Bible award and spe
cial recognition of a Y.T.C.
paper. She was a Y.W.A. circle
leader. Her Ole’ Lady likes to
point out explicitly that she is
one of the busiest persons on the
campus. The watches take up a
large amount of her time. She is
an invaluable contributor to the
Phyllis Ann has definite likes
and dislikes. Her likes are
Nestle’s Chocolate bars, big hats,
English, Clio-Phi, milk, music,
stuffed animals, oysters, ham
burgers, and brevity.
John Angus Mdj
How was Peggy
know that the little '
that was bom on N*
was the gentleman tJ thei
day would meet at;}jg
fates play strange ti
pie, and soon little
that he was living ^
of a minister’s famil**'^
He used to delight^'26.
church on Sunday *an e
he had a friend ^''utes
usually sat. One
ever, the giggling
ticular comef causBroo
erend Mr. McLeod jg jj
his sermon and niovc ^
other comer in the \
was probably the
he ever played in ^2(
No occurrences oi(2)
ing consequence took ^
John entered high ’
neither did they
ward. In high school,
Hill, he was editor 0^2)
member of the dr>
and a member of tht
won letters in footb
ketball. In his seniorities
vice-president of hisoks
Then, just one an))^
ago, he entered
been very active in a
ning letters in foo^>
ball and baseball. ^
part in the Jr.-Sr. p|y ^
This year he again
athletics, and at the
the year was in the^ee,
production of the \nd
was Anniversary t-jiup
His plans for tl>’
elude a 24-month st; ®
Navy, after which
attend the Univers'^ine
Carolina and Temp^^ Q
don’t forget Peggy;