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THE HILLTOP, MARS HILL COLLEGE, MARS HILL. N. C.
Dec. 18, 1948Dec
CThe 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.
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STAFF
Editor-in-Chief Clyde G. Moody
Associate Editor Ruth Lineberry
Feature Editor Jean Hamrick
Sports Editor (Girls) Dottie Brinson
Sports Editor (Boys) Walter Smith
Associate Sports Editor Paul Barwick
B.S.U. Reporter Janice Aiken
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CIRCULATION
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Marjorie Barnes. Betty Jo Bernard . Marie
Strange . Ann Lynn
Volume XXIII
December 18, 1948
Number 6
Christmas And You
The Christmas season is here again, and with it come
the bright lights and decorations, the warmth and ex
citement of seeing old friends and relatives again, the
mystery of beautifully wrapped presents with “Do not
open ’til Christmas” scattered on the colorful paper, and
the indecision of what to give brother or how many boxes
of Christmas cards to buy.
But this cannot be all that Christmas means or it
never would have lasted for these thousands of years.
What is Christmas? Everyone knows how it began,
how a little baby was born quietly and humbly on a cold
winter night in the hay of a barn that was meant
for the common farm animals. This little baby, who was
to be called later the “King of Kings,” did not have the
welcome and luxury that a new king of today would
have, although His kingdom extends over a much gpreater
area and is more powerful than any the world has ever
known. He was greeted and honored as the King of Love
with gifts inspired by love brought by the shepherds,
angels and wise men—a more fitting tribute than any
other king has ever received.
In the busy rush and bustle of getting ready for an
other Christmas season, have we remembered that baby
who was bom on this day? He is still waiting humbly
and quietly to be born again in our hearts and lives to
include us in His vast kingdom of love. Let us not become
too busy this year to see Him waiting. He is not asking
for beautiful or expensive gifts—He only wants the
simple gift of our love. That is not much. Let us take time
off from the fun of the holidays and remember Him
for whom we celebrate the holiday.
True to Black and Gold
Dignity, simplicity and conservatism are the ideals of
the Nonpareil and Euthalian Literary Societies. No
better ones could be chosen for a society or for one’s
personal life. When we Nons and Eus enter the hall of
Black and Gold, we cannot help but feel that God is
well-pleased with the group of young people who are
preparing themselves to better the world in which they
live.
Perhaps ten or twenty years hence we will have for
gotten many of the things which we have experienced
on Mars Hill campus, but it is unlikely that we will ever
forget the real love in Nonpareil and Euthalia. Society
means so much to us that it is hard to express the feeling
which we have about it. Those of us who exert our best
efforts in society work are especially devoted to it
and profit most from it. It is a trite but true saying
that we get out of anything very much what we put
into it.
We trust that continued devotion to God and to our
ideals may inspire us as we face the problems of mature
life.
Sank [km
Jean Hamrick
It was three days before Christmas that my sister
told me the unbelievable, that there was no Santa.
Of course, like all normal children, I had been a tiny
bit suspicious of bow big fat Santa got down our
little skinny chimney and kept from burning himself
in the fire there. And I had questioned my Grandmother
as to why the reindeer made no noise, because I had
certainly stayed awake and listened for the prancing and
pawing of each little hoof. But when my sister, five years
older than I and so very wise, told me that there was
no Santa Claus, that it was only Daddy who bought the
presents and put them under the tree, I was heartbroken.
I couldn’t eat, I couldn’t sleep, I was so miserable. But
all this I kept to myself, and would not tell a soul.
Finally it all came out, for on the night before Christ
mas I was tucked in bed when the storm broke. All the
tears I had suppressed burst forth and I cried, cried
hard. Perhaps I was crying for all the children who
have had their illusions of Santa smashed in the past.
Crying for all the pitiful little letters which never reached
the man at the North Pole. I cried on until Mother came
and gathered me up in her arms to comfort me. She
dried my tears and explained that Daddy Was really Santa
Claus all the time and that every family had their
own special one who lived with them the whole year
’round and who, when Christmas came was extra special
because he was Daddy and Santa, too.
I drank all this in and was made to understand, even
though it was a little hard to grasp at first. Mother, how
ever, did not know that it was my sister who had told
me there was no Santa Claus. So on the next day, Christ
mas Day, when my sister accused me of breaking her
new doll, I denied it flatly.
(It was not hard; I dropped it on the hearth.)
Going My Wnyff
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Those new 5000 watt lights on the girls’ dormitory D
hill are about to run this column out of business, but
here goes. (Thanks to Dackie and others.) Two couples .p
who have really got the Christmas spirit are Ray and^j^^^
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Celia and Joe and Netta Sue. (Spirit, that is!) ... 3toU[jj ^
don’t have to look twice to see that Ben and Jo, andi.p^^
-Robert O. and Betty have forgot a certain rule (6 in.)jjjg
aleti
I hear Sam Torrence is a “romper boy” now. I guess*
I’m paying for what I did to Haire . . . John Shaver’s'*^^'
crew cut gives him that “come hither” look; only trouble^*^®
is nobody comes! Saw Ed Ramsaur showing Ella George^
“all” the uses for mistletoe;—I saw him, I tell you;
saw him!!! rp
Speaking of “falling” (Who is?), Teddy is doing
good job of it for Jean—right?? We can’t figure out^®^^
who’s falling in the Clause—Abernathy-Reid triangle. ®
Help us, somebody!! ... We hear Bill Todd is giving®^^
lessons??? Yeah, and what about those trees, Nancy?^^^'
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(N. B.) Mr. Huff urges that all C-Il’s come into thePre
Registrar s Office before registering for the spring**Hl
semester and check their credits. It* is very important Was
that every person expecting to be graduated do this inUf
order that he may know what credits he lacks and fofUnd
what courses he should register in the spring semester, iira
As number one censor for the “Direct to Santa” mail
service, I find out what lots of the M.H.C. “kiddies” .
want for Christmas. Gordon Allen wants a Toni “Curl”,
Tom Toby wants a pen that “Durden” leak; Betsy MileS^P!
doesTi t ask Santa for anything for herself, only a
prospective son-in-law for her mother;—Pinkey, her^®'^'
glum chum”, says “ditto”; “Doc” Stuckey wants a neW“"
patient, preferably a blonde; (Just leave it under the
tree in Melrose 222, Santa!) Bruce “Sinatra” Olive wants
a new tooth. (Maybe Red will come back.) Two little
boys, “Skinny” Everhart and “Fatty” Ross want ex
actly the same thing, (I wonder how this happened!) —
a Robin Ann doll.
Limpo Yandell wants a scooter so he can coast down
Faculty hill for the last three weeks. (I bet a bench
down on that bridge would help too, huh Margaret??)
Bob “Cyclops” Fleet won’t complain about his nm^
glasses but says he could use a seeing-eye dog. Dottie
Shirley, Louise and Weldon promise to be good if Santa
will bring another convention in Gastonia. Fun, huh???
Well, like Nanelle always says, “The corn is green,”
but I m heading for Florida soon anyway.—Merry Christ
mas!!!!!
Talking Bells
By Peggy Jones
Three bells on my door.
Tied with a bow of red;
Two words, “Christmas Cheer,”
Proclaim it is here.
Just think—nine days more!
Christmas is just ahead!!
Honolulu Christmas, IMl
By George Tanji
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We were just getting into the
spirit of Christmas in early Decem
ber, 1941. In the store windows
were Christmas decorations and
mass displays of beautiful Christ
mas gifts. Brightly colored lights
were being strung over streets and
and buildings to bring the atmos
phere of Christmas to sunny
Hawaii. The city of Honolulu was
busy getting prepared for the holi
day season.
Then suddenly on a quiet peace
ful Sunday morning only eighteen
days before Christmas our spirits
were shattered. The whole city was
thrown into a panic. Just a few
miles out of Honolulu at the great
Pearl Harbor naval base, bombs
began to fall; people were wound
ed and killed; fire and smoke
covered the huge ships anchored
in the bay, and the whole place
dissolved into a smoldering ruin
before our very eyes. In the days
following the Japanese attack, we
were all busy caring for the
wounded and helping those who
were left homeless. Christmas was
forgotten. The decorations that
adorned the windows of our homes
and stores were tom down and
thrown aside.
Christmas Eve we tried to regain
the Christmas spirit we had lost.
We huddled as closely together as
possible in our homes because
lights were forbidden at any time
during the night. We told Christ
mas stories and- related exciting
experiences that had happened to
us. We even tried singing Christ
mas songs, but the attempt was
hopeless because we had the fear
of war in our minds. Sleep was
almost impossible that night as the
air-raid sirens screamed through
out the night, warning us that
danger was still close at hand.
After the long sleepless night,
dawn finally crept upon us slowly
from the east. We immediately got
down on our knees and prayed W
God, thanking Him for keeping
us safe and for His Son, JesuS
Christ who was born on this day
many years ago.
Missing that Christmas day in
our homes were the beautifully
decorated Christmas trees witl>
gifts beneath them. Missing froh*
our homes were the enthusiash*
and gay spirits that were tra'
ditional at Christmas time. All
did was to stand where the Christ*
mas trees should have been an^
cry out to each other in choke*)
voices, “Merry Christmas and n
Happy New Year.” At noon we at®
a meager Christmas dinner be*
cause food was already becoming
scarce. The rest of the day
spent digging an air-raid shelteti
occasionally pausing in our task t®
hear radio announcements aboU*
the dead, and the progrress of th®
war.
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