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Page Two THE HILLTOP. MARS HILL COLLEGE. MARS HILL. N. C. Oct 14. ISSO- The Hilltop PLAIN LIVING AND HIGH THINKING Published by the Students of Mars Hill College. Mara Hill, N. C. Entered as second-class matter February 20. 1926, at the Postoffice at Mara Hill, North Carolina, under the Act of March 3, 1879. Pub lished semi-monthly during the college year. Subscription Rate — Year $1.00 Editor-in-Chief — Lide Associate Editor - - Nancy Craig Exchange Editor Freida Stiles Feature Editor - - Frances Willingham Managing Editor Gene Roberts Sports Editor Jimmy Martin Circulation Manager — - Tom Simmons Advertising Managers Bernice Limer and Jimmy Niedemyer Assistant in Sports Kenneth Anders Assistant in Circulation Glen Holt Typist - Margaret Morgan Faculty Advisors - Nora Wills and Collie Gamer CONTRIBUTORS Larry Power, Rose Carol Atkinson, Sue Eller, Dixie Foshee, Pat Davis, Janet Dellotte, Carol McAlister, Betty Young, Glen Holt, Martha Looper, Kenneth Byrd. Zoe Harmon, Elizabeth Bridges. Volume XXV October 14, 1950 Number 2 Wkcit WiU We ^o? Elsewhere in this newspaper there is a feature about the little log church located at Locust Grove on the campus road to the boys’ dormitories. That church was placed on Mars Hill campus for the purpose of preserving it for posterity, but it is not being preserved very well. Mr. and Mrs. Coates were promised that no misuse would come to this little church, but it has been misused because it has not been used. Mars Hill is the oldest institution in this part of the country with the oldest log pioneer church on its campus. That quaint little church, that rare gem—is literally rotting down. The tiny church is situated in a beautiful and in spiring spot where the old amphitheatre was, but its sur roundings have not been well kept. As a result, no one takes much notice. Why? Is it because the students and faculty have failed to realize what a masterpiece is located on the campus? This rarest of all gems could be repaired and still re tain its original appearance. The grounds about it could ■be cleaned up and seats hewn out of logs could be ar ranged about the church. With its tranquil and serene atmosphere, the church would make a perfect place for meditation When a student feels that he must get away from the humdrum of campus life. Or, it could serve as a meeting place for the different religious organizations here, or perhaps, as a prayer room for those who wish to draw nigh unto God without being disturbed. Surely, if we are to keep this church as a tribute to the early Christians of these mountains, we should strive to better its conditions. Think about this. This is the atomic age. We’ve heard those words many times since that memorable day in 1945 when the City of Hiroshima was rocked with destruction. “Atom” and “atomic” were strange words to the average man ten years ago. Time has brought many changes and advance ments in this world of ours. Man has made and is still making great strides for ward. New inventions, new medical discoveries and new scientific knowledge have vaulted man to greater heights than he ever conceived of reaching before. No longer is man restricted to knowledge of his own community. To day the average man knows as much about world affairs as he does about his own county or state because of the improved methods of communication. The modern auto mobile is being improved year by year. The rocket ship, which was a dream to our fathers, is a reality today, even though it is still in the experimental stage. We of this day and age have many more conveniences than did our forefathers. But have we advanced very far beyond the condition of our ancestors? Our ancestors had something that many of us do not have today. They had their religion. Of course we have religion today, but we of the modern age do not make it as much a part of our lives as did most of our ancestors. With all our advancements have come many problems and complications. More people of the modem age have mental and nervous breakdowns than those people who lived before us. Psychologists ac count for these brekdowns by saying that modern man does not have enough mental relaxation. These same One of Few LogChurdies Stands on Campus By Gene Roberts Buried deep in the tradition and history of Mars Hill College and the surrounding territory is the little log church located at Locust Grove on the campus road to the boys’ dormitories. The church takes its place up on Locust Grove with another historical college shrine, Joe’s Memorial. This little church is one of the few remaining log churches in the eastern section of the United States. Formerly located at Arrington Branch and called the Arrington Baptist Church, it was moved to Mars Hill in 1939, where it could be preserved and recognized as the relic it is. Mars Hill seemed to be the logical place for this church, being the oldest educational institution in continuous operation in the western part of the State. The church is exceptionally well preserved for its age, which is undetermined, even though it is known that it was constructed during the latter part of the pioneering period of our State. There is no sign of decay in the hand-hewn logs of yellow poplar. The entire structure of the church is believed to be original, with the exception of the shingles and the fioor. Original Pew One of the original pews of the church is stored in the maintenance department of the College and will remain there until the church can be restored or another suit able place can be found for it. The pew is small in size and is made of a half-log with peg-legs and a “rived” or hewn board back. It is hoped that duplicates can be made of this pew, if and when a restoration program gets under way. ' To get the church moved took much time and effort on the parts of J. A. McLeod, of the College English Department, and Fred Jervis, son of a pioneer school teacher and former president of Mars Hill College, W. A. Jervis. The owners of the land on which the church was located, Mr. and Mrs. Reagan Coates, refused to con sider the moving of it for several years because of the sentiment attached. Mr. McLeod’s persistence in the mat ter made Mr. and Mrs. Coates realize that unless some care was taken of the building the timbers would decay. In order to prolong the life of the building, they agreed to turn the building over to the College, but only after they had secured the promise that the building would not be desecrated, but would be re-erected as a shrine and a place of worship. Mr. and Mrs. Coates expressed the wish that it be used as a memorial for pioneer mountain preachers, but nothing ever came of this suggestion. Church 1» Moved The campaign for the moving of the church from Arrington to the campus began in a casual way. Mr. Jervis happened to make mention of the church to Mr. McLeod. He stated that certainly some move should be made to restore and gain recognition for this old pioneer church. Mr. McLeod immediately began to work toward the moving of the church to the Mars Hill campus. To gether, he and Mr. Jervis made several trips to Arrington Branch to inspect the church and to discuss the move ment with the owners. Upon the owners’ consent for the removal of the building, Mr. McLeod drew up an agree ment in which he promised that no misuse or harm would ever come to the church. In return for the gift of the church. Mars Hill College sent a check to the new Arring ton Church as a contribution of Mr. and Mrs. Coates, as they refused to accept any pay. Mr. Lee Carter, a resident of Mars Hill, and Mr. Bryson Tilson, maintenance head of the College, super vised the actual moving of the church. There was much discussion on the location of the church. There was no room on the main campus for it, and the most historical and one of the most beautiful spots of the campus at that time was Locust Grove. Another factor in the location of the building was that the memorial of Joe, a slave that was sold in payment of an early debt of the College, was located there. The church now stands on the Mars Hill campus as a tribute to the early Christians of these mountains, psychologists are telling people to return to religion and to church activities to solve their mental problems. Per haps the secret of the heartiness of many of our ances tors was their faith in God. We at Mars Hill have excellent opportunities to make religion a part of our everyday lives. Perhaps we do not realize it now, but some day we shall. We are somewhat like the Mexicans who did not know of the great store of wealth their country contained until the Spaniard came and took it away. Yes, it’s your opportunity. Use it to the imRrpyement of yourself and your fellow men. —Demauth Blanton. I Have you noticed how pretty Bailey is now that fall has definitely arrived? The leaves are turning gold and brown, and the whole countryside looks as if it had been sprinkled with confetti. The campus looks right colorful, too, now that those bright -wool jackets have been taken out of moth balls. Tom Curtis and Perry Ellis, among others, have been sporting rather loud ones. This year Mars Hill certainly seems to have her share of short people. Scottie Clark, Carol Richardson, Vir ginia Harris, Iris Summers, Sara Ellen Swann and Mr. Liles prove the saying: “Dynamite comes in small packages.” However, Jean Eustace takes the prize as being the shortest stick of dynamite on campus with only four feet eleven inches. Is there any poor soul up here who does not like to get mail? Kenneth Byrd would hardly qualify. He regu larly receives letters that are suggestively sweet-smelling. Have you ever noticed how Cara Blake’s eyes sparkle just after the mail is put up? Cara, what’s the recipe? As you all know, the State of North Carolina is fa mous for her resorts and summer homes, but have you discovered that the DeShazos, the Samses and the Marrs have their own new country estates right here in the suburbs of Mars Hill? They are quite proud of them too! Just take a walk up High School Road and look at the new houses. “I wish I was where I ain’t; But since I ain’t where I wish I was. I’ll stay where I wish I wasn’t ’Till I go where I wish I was. But ain’t.” fQ MediiaiiOH. The presence of so many week-end and Sunday guests on our campus has been the subject of various conversa tions recently. On Sundays the space in front of Huffman and Stroup becomes a parking lot crowded with cars from all over North Carolina and adjoining states. Flor- rie Ann Lawton, Helen Manley, Jean Mason, Joyce Hul sey and Bonnie Casey, former Mars Hillians, came down from Furman for the first football game, bringing good wishes from other Mars Hillians there. Gracious, but it was good to see them! The week-ends are beginning to resemble those old-fashioned home-comings. t I -s n Running a close second with the love of receiving mail, comes the thrill of reading a hometown newspaper. Jo anne Patterson certainly bubbles over when she reads her Tifton edition. Incidentally, those Georgia Crackers and Peaches really do stand up for their State in any and every circumstance—all fifteen of them. Recently the glee club chartered a bus and made an eventful trip to Rutherfordton to sing in a music fes tival. Needless to say after the day was over the pool bus resembled a concessions stand after a whoop-hooraf football game. On the way to the festival Eddie GraJ passed around a whole bagful of apples while Jean Pos ton and Armeda Rhodes filled up on cookies and potato chips to minimize that dreaded bus sickness. Miss Wea ver managed to keep the whole gang under control, how ever, and all returned safely minus the few P.C.’s who went on to hometowns instead. D sc ly M Wl W( us ce: pa in It is to be hoped that all you Cl’s have put away you* handkerchiefs now and dried your tears of homesickness But just in case you haven’t, here’s a little poem foi Cl’s and CD’s alike: sei Wo Th pal the Ge sor ges Me ise A sea) Distant mountains (amethyst waves of a blue-green loom above the night-draped land like humps of restless camels, sprawled on desert sand, about to rise and flee— a majestic, mountainous caravan. —Larry Power. Hoi Wo] Div Eco Gra and T Was for Mif Soul ecor ficei insti Breathless, I stand peering into the dark and secret lakes of my soul. I discern with awe the violent impulses which plunge into its depths and sink, hesitatingly, into the Realm of Forgotten. With wonder, I am aware of the tiny and timorous aspirations which rise from the Kingdom of Hope and slowly materialize into Reality. T1 Nati the r from rean lege. Satu: by J socia Cour one ( berg Work —Larry Power.
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