THE HILLTOP. MARS HILL COLLEGE. MARS HILL. N. C.
Dec. 13.1947
The 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
Postoffice at Mars Hill, North Carolina, under the Act of
March 3, 1879. Published semi-monthly during the college year.
Subscription Rate Year $1.00
Volume XXII Deceiriber 13, 1947. Number 7
Editor-in-Chief Mary Ann Campbell
Circulation Manager Mane Smithwick
ADVERTISING MANAGERS
Janice Hall Charles Campbell Luther Dunn
SPORTS
Burke Morris Charlie Wilson
Betty Lou Steelman
CONTRIBUTORS
Iris Porter - Audrey Hanes - Lorene Rish - W. E. Jasper - Ruth
Lineberry - Virginia Burgess - Earl Gibson
George Evans - LaVeme Austin
CIRCULATION
Carl Isaacs Raleigh Baker
By Jack Dyer
The spirit of Christmas is in the air.
But it came from I know not where.
For lessons are harder, assignments are worse.
Around here they’re a traditional curse.
St. Nick went shopping the other day.
With money for a diamond he did pay.
’Twill be a half-carat Christmas gift
To wind up an affair mighty swift.
The bell may ring, the choir may sing,
But holiday joys they cannot bring.
The student is busy with pencil and brain.
Chasing that “A” he hopes to attain.
Their names ’bwouldn’t do for me to tell.
Although in your brain this might ring a bell.
He was slaughtered in the Biltmore game.
And she leads W.A.A. to fame!
Instead, of a Christmas theme. I’ll use
The names of students to abuse.
If others ar« lax with Christmas joy.
I’ll not be different—not this li’l boy!
The “Hamburger King’’ is in his glory.
The one wiho’s tall as a second-story.
For all Carowan’s years at ole Mars Hill,
A hamburger he’s at last to grill.
John Brown, the weight of the world on his
shoulder,
With words and deeds is becoming bolder.
His old buddies, their names he’ll slur.
Who paid you thirty pieces of silver. Sir?
The Phi Anniversary was unusually nice.
Instead of a “dream” it portrayed Paradise.
To hear who blew the bubbles, you’ll die.
’Twas that ole Bubble Blowing Carl I.
Keep up the good work, long, tall D. T.,
A real meat magnate some day you’ll be.
For with your line, your ways, your means.
Nothing can stop you, not even the Deans.
Howard Alley is old enough to know
That wooing all the women only brings woe.
’Tis granted, Casanova, you might surpass
Now that you’re down to the younger class.
“Don’t spend money you don’t have for things you don’t want
impress people you don’t like.”
to
The Spirit of Christmas
’Twas quite alarming to hear at drst.
But then I thought my sides would burst.
The Choir did sing it, ’cause I’m not deaf,
“Stand up, sit down, and shake thyself!”
But that’s all right, Howard, old boy.
That gal is as cute as a Christmas toy.
Just hope it works for the both of you.
But don’t get hurt; she slings lines too.
"There's a song in the air," or, rather several songs songs
like "White Christmas," "Jingle Bells," and "I'll Be Home For
Christmas." Already we see lighted Christmas trees in the win
dows. The festivities hove begun. Everywhere, everything
speaks of Christmas.
To many of us, Christmas this year has on even greater sig
nificance than usual; it means we will be going home. For
many weeks now we hove been marking off the days on our
calendars, joyfully realizing that each passing day brings us
nearer home and those we love.
In our glee, however, let us not lose the true meaning of
Christmas. It is more than being at home, going to parties, and
exchanging gifts. It is the giving of God's supreme gift of love
Lee Rhodes, your gal is quite in demand.
Ab Norman and Bill Ward are now at hand.
’Tis rumored that threats in contract form
Have been floating around her room in the dorm.
Of all the dirty digs to date.
This li’l topic will take the cake.
The man in l°ve is Mr. Craig Lowe,
But it’s with himself, and I ought to know!
Shirley R., Shirley R., wise up, little gal,
Your telephone calls are from a pal.
He’s a B.T.U. president, not “Glenn Jordan” at all.
And for your love, he’s right on the hall.
Dear Reader, I hope my friend you’ll still be.
For writing verse is not always glee.
To you whose names were harshly profaned,
Remember that others were entertained.
Clio-\ Piu-lawie^UtUf4>
Christmas arrived early on campus this year for
the Clios and Phis in the form of Joint Meeting,
Anniversary, and Reception. Santa had his pres
ents well wrapped in a cloak of mystery, for Clios
were kept guessing. Santa’s little helpers, those
that we celebrate, the story whose beauty time con never alter wonderful Phis, were seen at all hours of the day
nor erase. It is still the story of shepherds keeping watch over ! and night hurrying about the campus searching for
.heir flecks, ei the on,els briB,l„, ,.ad .Idmgs, ei e Babe lyine
in a manger—the Messiah for all the world.
This Christmas as we walk gaily through the merry carefree
throngs doing Christmas shopping, let us be ever aware that
somewhere there ore people who ore not so fortunate as we.
Let us appreciate little brother and sister a little more and be
more than ever thankful for our worm homes and the turkeys
and other foods that grace our bountiful tables. May we re
member the meaning of the Christmas carols and be more
humble and thankful as we sing:
of that all-important debate.
“Silent night, Holy nigivt.
All is calm, all is bright.
Round yon virgin. Mother and child.
Sleep in heavenly peace.”
SO COME LET US ADORE HIM. CHRIST THE LORD.
Hilltop Exchanges IVith Fifty-three
Schools and Colleges
A little-heord-of activity of The Hilltop is the exchange de
partment. To it come publications from twenty-one high schools
and thirty-two colleges. These ore scanned by the exchange
editor and items of current interest or unusual quality are filed
for reprinting in The HiUtop with the proper credit given to the
source. Of special interest to Mors Hill students will be the new
Exchange Section in the Reserve Library where copies of all
the exchange issues are to be kept. Many students will find
the papers from their former high schools and from colleges
they will attend after graduation from Mors Hill. The exchange
list includes colleges as for away as New Orleans, Denver,
Oklahoma City, Los Angeles and many other places. Nearly
all colleges in North Carolina receive The Hilltop and send
their own publications to us. —Honk Moring.
“Borrow troubles for yourself, if that’s your
lend it to your neighbor.”
nature, but don’t
—Kipling.
Shhh . . . Don’t look now, but we think we had
a kleptomaniac running loose at that Joint Meetr
ing! Isn’t that what they call people who collect
things like handkerchiefs, Morris? (That debate
was all right!) Earl Todd surely looked peculiar
(“funny peculiar,” that is), foaming at the mouth
after the pie-eating contest with Bill Horton.
Good meringue, huh? Even at the tender age she
portrayed in her song, Betty Pringle showed good
choosin’ when she picked Phil Weeks as her “Play
mate.” John Adams, did “Hoiman” teach you how
to put on lipstick? Bob Morgan’s studying to be
another “Pop” Stringfield, it seems, with all his
chasing around after pictures at the Meeting.
As Clios were guessing what the theme might
be, they were all getting ready for that gala Anni
versary night. Ruth Linehcrry’s face reminded us
of a Christmas tree, ’cause it was all lit up over
„he certain Ex-Phi who was here to escort her.
Speaking of escorts, the question of the week is
why did Peggy L. go unescorted to Anniversary?
Just this hint: It wasn’t because she wasn’t asked!
Dresses surely did look good last Saturday night,
especially Peggy Johnson’s taffeta gown with the
Christmas colors. Betty Pringle’s lovely dress
brought many delightful remarks about “how that
skirt stands out!”
P. C. Keener wasn’t satisfied with just one Clio,
so he escorted three lovely o.nes! Our versatile vice-
president, Phil Weeks, looked quite handsome in
that blue suit. He escorted the equally versatile
and lovely Miriam Weddle. “The Voice” of Philo-
athia, Bob Scalf, came with charming Becky
Weeks. However, Bob’s brother, John, was not to
be outdone. He escorted Ann Stone. Lucky guy!
How did Mac McConnell rate in Grand Finale,
by the way? Or was it done with mirrors? Rosy
Stroud, our Clio secretary, and Joyce Shelby
quickly erased their names from the infirmary
rolls in order to be escorted by George Furches
and Burke Morris, respectively. A Phi, Bryan
Thornburg, also took leave of that place, much to
the relief of his date, Katherine Phillips. Blue,
blue, but not Monday blues as the “two alike”
(the Waldrop twins) came in with Bob Anderson
and Ted Gaze. Others arriving at the same time
were Harold Lominac with Shootenburg and Bill
Horton with Jean Hamilton.
Did you see the spark fly from the new gavel
when Garris struck it the first time? The old gavel
met a sad fate after Anniversary when it was
broken at a special informal gathering. Everv Clio
and Phi officer got a little piece. Johnny Mac and
Seth Lippard, now home to stay, and Jim Kelly
were all forgetting the navy for the big night. And
was it good to see them!
Who says Nons don’t love Clios, Phil? Did you
see “Charlie” Clarke perform the good deed of the
evening by sounding the S.O.S. backstage and set
ting the Clios and Phis back on the right track
during Grand Finale—after all they like sheep had
gone astray?
Now that Anniversary has passed for another
year, Mr. Outten’s zoology class will be blessed by
the presence of Bob Scalf with his eyes open
again, and Phil Weeks will be able to sleep in
some place besides the library. Mr. Weeks’ weighty
comment at the close °f the Anniversary Program:
“Ah’m tar’d.”
The only thrill that could possibly have surpassed
the glow on LaVeme’s face as she walked onto th'®
stage with our Phi president was the partial'
surprise appearance of Cl president, Fraol*
Yandell!
That Christmas music sho’ did make us f®®.
of
good all over at Reception tonight! In spite
Katherine Phillips’ remark that the three-tier cak®
was “too pretty to cut,” we hear that there’s n®
much left now! Hmmm. Some fun — under
eh
mistletoe on a love seat with Becky Weeks,
Bob Scalf? We like the snowflakes in that roon”
mU'
to
especially. (Only one thing wrong — so
ChrisLmas spirit makes us want December 19
We hear it rumored that
hurry and come). We hear it
Wilde violated the six-inch rule in portraying - ^
taiban. The slave girl was plenty cute, and it “1’^^
to be like the picture,” didn’t it, Sim?
LaVerne, those sheep didn’t “get up and
away” after all, did they? Even though they
mighty real looking.
Well, maybe we can catch a little shut-ey® y
_ Annivers ,
fore Christmas holidays now
and Reception time next year. It’s all been
And bless ’em, those sweet Nons! Our room*
cleaned up ’n’ everything!