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THE HILLTOP, MARS HILL COLLEGE, MARS HILL, N. C.
Dec. lO.lec-10,
Ageless Season Of Oiristmas
OVER TWO-THOUSAND years old and still as new,
as fresh as the morning is the ageless season of Christmas.
The age-old spirit brings an ever new joy and thrill to
millionj of hearts all over the world every year.
Age may crease the brow of man; it may alter modes
and manners; it may even shape the destiny of the
world; but it can never touch its hoary fingers to
Christmas. For birth is ever new, and it is the birth of
the Son of God that the season commemorates. The old
in heart and soul are transposed to youth; evil forces
cease, if but temporarily; the entire universe is tuned
to the spirit of Christmas.
Through a maze of pre-holiday term papers and last-
minute details, the familiar, thrilling spirit of Christmas
seeps into our busy college lives, pushing aside the com
mon-place, replacing it with the inexplicable Yuletide
atmosphere.
THE HILLTOP STAFF takes this opportunity to
extend to the students, faculty, and the entire college
staff the happiest and sincerest holiday greetings. May
your Christmas be the merriest ever, and may the New
Year hold naught but the best for you.
Om And Afuini
TERMED RECENTLY a “nine months Ridgecrest,”
Mars Hill campus is void of one of the most injurious
elements prevalent on the majority of other college
campuses of the nation today. That element is social
cliques, or group discrimination.
Thanks to societies on MHC campus, instead of frater
nities and sororities, one of the most serious dangers
existing in educational institutions of the present day is
avoided. Social discrimdnation has proved to be a vicious
practice among college students. Campus-wide co-opera
tion can never be achieved or maintained on such a basis.
Christianity’s pervading atmosphere here perhaps is
one of the chief reasons for the absence of social group
ing on MHC campus. A spirit of equality permeates the
daily life of students.
Mars Hill students can be thankful for the absence of
social cliques in the school. It is one of the principal
reasons why the college has progressed as it has, and
only if this standard is maintained will it continue to
grow in the future.
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CHRISTMAS CAROL
Jingle bells, jingle bells.
Jingle all the way.
Why are students suddenly
Counting off each day?
Jingle bells, jingle bells.
Wreaths and mistletoe.
Hanging all around the dorms;
All we need is snow.
Jingle bells, jingle bells.
In six more days, school ends.
To celebrate for two whole weeks.
So Merry Chriitmai, friends!
—Lib Bridges.
^Wluit P^Uce.
AN INTERESTING STORY is told of a group of
bearers, who were making their way up the Amazon
River with their white masters. The trip had been a
hurried one, the natives hardly stopping for food or rest.
The first two days of the journey went well; but the
th rd, the native bearers were nowhere to be found. In
quiring as to their whereabouts, the white masters were
met by this reply from the aged chief, “They are waiting
for their souls to catch up with their bodies.”
Perhaps the native bearers recognized a vital necessity
of life which we, in our civilized daily life, fail to grasp.
They had come to know the benefits gained from simply
resting and waiting for their sapped mental and physical
strength to return.
As the holiday season fast approaches, it would be well
for us to follow this same practice. In the past few weeks
we have carried an unusually heavy schedule; and our
souls, as well as our minds and bodies, have suffered for
want of time for med tation and restoration.
It is said that “There are seasons when to be still de
mands immensely higher strength than to act”; but we
know that the profits are great to those who obey this
need, learning to heed God’s command to “Be still and
know that I am God.” Their testimony will always be
“He restoreth my soul.”
Elizabeth Bridges, guest editor.
LAMENT OF THE DAY
Instead of jingle bells and Christmas trees
I think of all my C’s and D’s;
Instead of mince-meat pie and mistletoe,
I think of all I do not know.
Instead of Christmas gifts piled high and low,
Instead of fireside chats and falling snow.
Instead of caroling and cold wind’s blow,
Alas, I think of “Life With Shmoe.”
The teachers here are killing me;
The way ahead I cannot see;
Oh for the thrill of Christmas rush.
Instead of college mush and slush.
— P. E. G.
X\xe Hilltop
PLAIN LIVING AND HIGH THINKING
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STAFF
Peggy Jones
Associate Editor Gerry Fossum
Sports Editor Paul Barwick
Advertising Managers Winnie Pringle - A1 Bright
Circulation Manager Marianne Summers
Exchange Editor Peggy Lucas
Managing Editor Elizabeth Bridges
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CONTRIBUTORS
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Lamar Brigman Marianne Summers
Jimmy Nesbitt
CIRCULATION
Marjorie Barnes
Pete Davis
Volume XXIV December 10, 1949
Number 6
Here Comes Santa Claus
SEEN AROUND CAMPUS: Papa De’s C-I stud
with that oh-so-relieved expression after a siege '
their Thomas Hardy papers last week end . . . the '
helpful boy who, when his friend dropped some di
on the cafeteria floor, went to help him pick them
and in doing so knocked all his own dishes on the 1
. . . the cartoons still appearing on the bulletin hi
with no signature. What’s the matter, boys? Afraii
show yourselves? . . . Beth Savage, waxing her floor'
soap . . . Eva McConnell, singing her song albout her ‘ A 22-;
. . . Jeanne Mason with another box of candy . . . H98 poul
Snow, catching her tenth mouse. She’s really brave ulars Hi]
it comes to catching mice —or men . . . Thelma Ang tack
and John Claypool . . . Cecil Bailey standing at the aan Doi
of Treat Dorm in his “pajamas?” . . . Phis and C Englai
reading “city notes” . . . Harold Newman with big tiarion I
bags under his eyes after his jaunt to Raleigh. ated as
layers
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CHRISTMAS SPIRIT is beginning to be seen at he
Hill what with the elaiborate decorations along the stP^tball
down town. The suite in Huffman basement not only'^®®*^em
decorations on the door, but it also has a Christmas All-
and wreaths in the windows. Jean Moore has a big
mas tree in her room in Stroup, too, not to mention
dormitory trees. Lib Bridges seems to be celebrating,
with her bright green plaid shirt and her vivid red cj®*' on
State fo
M-CLUB had its informal pledge period the other ilayers i
and during that time the non-athletic students ''larolina
prelily well entertained at all meals. One boy, •“ Mars 1
Youngb'ood, sang his rendition of “Lovesick BlU'lngland
which sounded just like the record. Sam can also tlnd he 1
like a dog, a talent very few people have. Several olhe team
boys sang in harmony that tore at our heartstrings, his team
melodies as “White Christmas” and “Why Don’t ’ed in j
Haul off and Love Me One More Time.” Paper napliing if j
were being used up by the bushel as the pledges -srtport an
notes to one another until they were allowed to is give I
again.
THE PROUDEST PERSON by far on the campus’
month is “Uncle Luther Marion Mann, who has a
six-pound 14-ounce niece in Phoenix, Alalbama. Lu'
says that just about all his city notes congratulate ^
flriH wp want, tn p«nnyr£itnlo+A 4-^^ * -■
and we want to congratulate him too.
NOTES TO SANTA: “Please bring “him” to
Christmas”—Peggy Jones. “How about an “A” The (
English”—Jimmy Lambert. “I’d like an alarm clock *Points o
works” Betty Harper. “I’ll settle for a pair of nwing mt
proof boots”—Cora Mae Rickey. “A bathtub wil^i in th
built-in typewriter”—Elaine Gibso
A BIT OF ART
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LONGFELLOW TELLS US that “There are dark
dreary days,” and that “Into each life some rain ’’'meeM^^
fall.” Yes, these words of the great poet hold tr%wimme
however, from experience I know that for every rain^hosen.
which falls into our lives, there is a sunbeam awaiting At pj
if we will only open our eyes and look for it. M
have th
The day had been cloudy, wet, and dreary, witkArchery
sign of sunshine whatever. Late in the afternoon, to h
walked wearily out upon the back porch, I chance'' The B
lift my eyes up to a giant mountain peak, and bel''»ieeting
what a miracle I witnessed. Just where the crest off®''®ral
peak seemed to touch the heavens, a dark, threate"
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cloud hovered. Then, as if suddenly changing its F'pi "A
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the cloud reluctantly but gently parted in the c®"JVIonday
and the healing rays of the golden sunshine shone p^ . ^
kissing the damp, gloomy world. • -Sfam
Jnents
The dark cloud presently became a backgroun».Cabe j
dusky rose in the transforming light of the sunset!' Cochran
trees and mountain slopes, covered with millions of f*^®orge i
drops, sparkled and gleamed as if they had just th
from a bath in a diamond mine. Mr. Robin Redbr^*,, j
/tour
perched on the garden gate, greeted the dancing ^
beams with a cheerful melody; old Daisie, grazing Rockgy'^
hillside, paused and raised her head in a joyous bell®'* ^^rsity
acknowledgement. In my heart a song bubbled; ofll^'ll’s; \
lips a smile blossomed while the sunbeaim played '■
and seek as they gloriously slipped behind the mount^^jg^^ Ar
leaving behind them a feeling which comes as an ev^’’' tlasgy ^
benediction. ^^ace' j
—Janieve -vyg.