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THE HILLTOP, MARS HILL COLLEGE, MARS HILL, NORTH CAROLINA.
May 2, 1946.
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Volume XX.
Afril 27, 1946. Number 12.
Just Willows-
I paused to gaze at the old weeping willow standing near the
church and ponder the story she might tell us if she could only give
voice to her thoughts. The trunk towers upward to meet the on-
rushing breeze, but the slender branches droop their delicate leaves
to caress the earth. Why this contradiction? Why the striving up
ward to gain a straight stature, yet a drooping head as if the strug
gle had been won, with the victor too sorrowful to enjoy the fruit of
the conquest? Even in her sorrow, the willow brings us joy with her
new spring apparel swishing softly, lightly with the wind. I won
dered about the students of unremembered years who also paused
beneath those branches, and who could tell the same story as the
willow. Storms of social and personal worries, of exams and exe
cutive committees have swayed these young branches as forcefully
as the storms of wind and rain have raged against the tree. And like
the tree, they have striven to gain their peak on the campus, yet are
observed to hang their heads.in spring. We have a mutual bond with
these by-gdne students, for in a few weeks, we, too, shall find our
selves in a similat condition. Many have reached the farewell of
graduation. C-Is will return, but they will not see many of the fa
miliar, beloved faces under the umbrellas on Science hill. The wil
low will become our smybol because of thoughts of coming partings,
as we all must leave some day. “Pass the zip!” will become a phrase
remembered only with scales, and the short-sheeting of ole’ ladies
and preparations of pie-beds will be left for new troupes of Mars
Killians. Little red ants, the six-inch rule, and Wednesday dinners
will be left for others.
Life
The sun puts forth his golden
arm
And whispers a lullaby to the
budding tree.
A barefoot lad from off the farm
Sits at the brook running so free
And thinks that life is full of
glee.
But then, a thought to him finds
its way—
“Why did God make me
From a bit of dust and clay?
And what is life for anyway?’
The weary sun lays down his head
to rest
And pulls the twilight blanket
o’er his all.
Yellow trees unloose their golden
dress
And, bowing heads of shame, al
low them to fall,
For, they no more hear the serv
ice call.
The barefoot boy by the riverway
Lifts up his head and wonders at
the fall
“Why did God allow the leaves to
fall today?
And what is life for anyway?”
Catfish tender, catfish tough,
We’s done et catfish long enough!
We are striding forward, taking leave of only one episode, and a
happy one, in our lives. This farewell may be forever or for only a
little while, but a farewell. We march forward proudly, appreciative
of the opportunity to study at Mars Hill, yet with a droop, and per
haps an inner feeling of sorrow over the little outcroppings we have
failed to conquer, such as neglected studies, unexpressed fellowship
with God and comrades, or failure to take advantage of opportunities
provided for us by our families and instructors. For this we must
give atonement, that we might “warm our hands before the fire of
life,” and with heads high during the storms, as the willow tosses
her branches in mockery of the elements.
Adieu, adieu, kind friends, adieu,
I can no longer stay with you.
I’ll hang my harp on the weeping willow tree.
And may the world go well with thee.
-B. Z.
Our Appreciation-
As the spring of the year comes to Mars Hill once again, the C-
class realizes more than ever how much the Hill has meant to it.
Several of the students have found life in these mountains where
' one can easily draw close to God. A person who has never accepted
Christ and lived for Him has never really lived, but only existed.
One doesn’t live until Christ has come into his life and he has ex
perienced the joy and happiness of Christian living; therefore those
who have found life have found Christ.
To see the smiling face of “Daddy” Blackwell and to observe his
humble spirit and friendliness has been an inspiration to all of us.
We appreciate the Christian leadership of the faculty and their
wise advice. Especially arc we indebted to Miss Caroline Biggers for
her strong Christian leadership and influence among the girls.
The lives of our devoted house mothers have become a part of our
lives this year, and we shall never forget all their unselfish deeds of
love for us.
As the sands of time move ever onward recording the inevitable
changes in human nature. Mars Hill will always remain a college of
“Plain Living and High Thinking” in the minds of the members of
our cla.ss.
Lights On Leaders
The sun retreats before his
eternal foe
And night, black devil, reveals
the winning card.
As he waves his howling arms
about the icy oak, thus and so.
While snow flakes heavily fall to
the tune of this screaming bard.
The barefoot boy dares not leave
his yard.
But gaving upward seems to say—
I shed a tear for the whipping
tree dying so hard.
Why does not God stop the winter
night from her play?
And what is life for anyway?”
—Bobby Hanes.
Lib Foster
Alabamian by birth but now
hailing from Charlotte, N. C., is
our busy class secretary. Lib Fos
ter. Lib is an admirably indus
trious and efficient person. Sel
dom does one see her wasting
time. She carries a heavy sched
ule, makes the honor roll, and
performs in a manner which would
be difficult for anyone to im
prove. Lib is advertising manager
of the Hilltop, snapshot editor of
the Laurel, chaplain of the Classi
cal club, and a very active mem
ber of Sunday School and Train
ing Union work.
Lib is a genuine, sincere per
son, vitally interested in many
things, but most of all she is inter
ested in the foreign mission work
which she plans to do after fin
ishing her college education.
Among her varied interests are
speaking and journalism, par
ticularly when involved in the
field of newspaper work.
Purely and simply, to win oth-
Rolen Bailey
The serious-looking ministerial
student who lives in Sparkle and
is a Philomathian as well as C-I
class president is Rolen Bailey.
Since Rolen came to Mars Hill
he has held the offices of presi
dent of the C-I class, music di
rector fpr the training union
and Phi chaplain. He is a mem
ber of the Classical club, and was
recently elected first vice-presi
dent of the Baptist Student Union
for next year. Rolen is a capable
leader; he is versatile, sincere,
and a real Christian.
He expects to be graduated in
May of 1947 and from here to
go to the University of Richmond.
ers to Christ is her greatest aim
in life. Mars Hill College, and
the present C-I class in particular,
has gained much by Lib’s radiant
[•personality this year. We wish
her much luck and success as she
continues her college work at
Wake Forest.
Values
For what are riches and gold
For which the earth doth seek?
Will they stop our growing old
And keep us from the grave’s sad
song?
For what are thoughts and
theories great
With which we butden our brain,
so weak?
Will they provide the fare to |
o’ercome our fate
And lead us up to walk the golden
street so long?
—Bobby Hanes.
Bull Session
A little group first wanders in.
And raise their voices to begin
A conversation which includes
The sights they have view’d
In a day at Mars Hill College.
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Others come and join the group.
And on the beds and chairs they
drop
To add their bit of gab and talk.
For they too have watch’d like
a hawk
All the sights at Mars Hill Col
lege.
The talk begins at first with girls;
They all join in and each unfurls
His inmost thoughts on all beau
ties.
Which cause him to forget duties.
All day long at Mars Hill Col
lege.
Teachers, classrooms, stuff in
gen’ral.
Some are good and some are
dreadful.
And in the night the gab goes on.
Each thing is discussed pro and
Phoebe Duck-worth
The happy looking blonde whom
one sees walking around on the
campus is none other than our
own class treasurer, Phoebe Duck
worth.
This year Phoebe has been C-I
editor of the Laurel, hostess of
Nonpareil, and vice-president of
her training union.
Phoebe, who hails from Mor-
ganton, N. C., is well liked. All
who know her will agree that she
is among the “cream of the crop
for she has a sweet disposition
and friendly smile which win
many friend.s.
Among the many
which she has is our beloved Fat
Murphy, BSU President for 1946
47.
After graduation from
Hill Phoebe plans to do ch
secretarial work.
Pat Murphy
The junior class made a wise
decision when they elected Pat
Murphy vice-president of the C-I
class. He has already proved his
worth by being the school’s choice
for president of the Baptist Stu
dent Union for 1946-47.
Pat, who hails from Wallace,
N. C., is a ministerial student.
He is a member of the Ministerial
Conference and the Scriblerus
club and is on the first honor roll.
Pat is a quiet, studious, easy
going type of person. He plans to
go to Baylor University or Wake
Forest when he finishes Mars Hill,
then on to the Baptist Seminary
at Louisville, Ky.
song; “I Dream of You,” Ai
I Waring; “Come to The Fair,
Martin; “America the Giver,
Gaines.
son
In the bull session at Mars Hill
College.
—Pat Murphy.
glee club I Soloists were Tommy Staple-
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iwo Were Maying,” Smith; “On Charles Brinkley, Doris Ander-
The Road to Mandalay,” Speaks; son John Brinegar, Betty Rae
“Scherzo, Opus 31,” Chopin; Carter, and Milton Bliss, a for-
“The Black Steed,” Russian folkimer member of the Glee club.
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