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S^orth [ Colk iinr*! I ^?/%XXIX_ MARS HILL, N. C., SATURDAY, APRIL 23, 1955 n %rs’ Hill And Mars Hill N ust arrived at Mars Hill. Y^pds were near me. We under a large tree that 'Meeting branches and cool- over the young heads. jsraiuEizrajuHjaragJBJiJHraiuuB Katy Katsarka white marble. He does not say much, but what he says is enough to change a whole world, and to make Mars’ Hill immortal. jgjEmjajzfajHjajajajHJHJUHrsfEJHrs wauinad been talking about ^ comparing ; occupy places. Suddenly, some Vti ^ 11 her to'' ' ancient e she tvi_ active li‘t look like this Mars Hill e, and ° ^sked. but shCoj , lake sudf^^ ;he lovely sh'^ iH ^ American school, brother hillsides, the brick iwav '1’ ^ crowded a7d'D> ans on.” .^jjswered; no, it doesn’t, yf Aii\ the cen- the m. for the'^iU™ bmSmgs rh^ ^she-o’ ■ nnforgettable and rhenj or Its ancient ruins. riS'hJ°“ A*ens you kers a gardens, or ride ker^ a craved roads, and it is like n ^stepl%le o You atter, ^I’cream eating the pany it rem'^^? exactly ^nn ^”^itids you of other Sblefe oved th^ lifl ^ you’ll pack Au ^yos. And then ■ th ”^3gnificent col- t. rMe K • u glistening *e deal :hair a#^- You are instantly cap- "S^'.Aosa “ g° “d stand Father ose columns, to touch the f he coWe With reverence. 'be Parthen- “a ttAdaughters of ■ magazicntheon vnn k ° j ranted =' ' ^ “ ^^y- id previ fancy 'tetty 1‘Lmorr lecturing Athenians. Che ‘S talkinrv he starts talking you forget his looks. His words, coming as from the depths of another world, arrest you and stir your soul to thoughts that are new and beautiful. Plato sits by him, and all around you stand the mortals who have left something immortal. For a few, unique moments you live in the glory and magnificence of a past golden age. "But suddenly, there is a lump in your throat, as you realize painfully that all this is ruined. Wishing to hide the tears that are blinding your eyes, you bend your head trying to read an inscription on the broken surface of some marble. This is the ancient world. "Sit on the rock, and look around. You see a new world spreading as far as your eye can see. Cars, trains, and the noise of an airplane flying in the air surprise you. And there you sit on the old, weather-beaten rock, where Paul stood to preach centuries ago. The Acropolis is just across the street, and you remember that the gods of Olympus loved to visit there and to play hide and seek behind the columns. For a minute you wonder which age you are liv ing in. Feelings and pictures and impressions are all mixed in your heart—’’ "Crossing the road, leaving the age of Socrates, you pass over to the age of Paul. Mars’ Hill rises gently there, by the street. No green grass, no trees cover its surface. Only the bare rock appears, dear and precious relic of an olden time. I stopped there I think. The pic ture of a young girl was dancing in my eyes. I remembered the skirt I wore that first day I saw Mars’ Hill. It was red with pretty white flowers on it. I was carrying a straw hat on my arm because the wind was blow ing that day, that unforgettable day, when excited and happy I touched the rock that Paul had touched along with my ancestors. until ot which bears ;n she ^ ^ouch. You look at ilong ^ ^ o’d face is homely, • ^^^J'bund^his Page P beauty. But when "Approach those few steps, but before climbing them, stop. There is a metal plate on the wall that you must read. It is Paul’s famous speech to the Athenians. "Ye, Men of Athens, I perceive that in all things ye are too superstitious . . . .” "Look, Paul is standing on top of the hill. Is he tall or short, with dark or grey hair? You have his picture in your heart; it does not really make much difference how he looks. Some steps below him the Athenians are gathered listening. Some have crossed their arms and are listening patiently. Others lift their eyebrows in mockery and amusement. All are listening be cause Paul is saying something new, and they love to hear anything that is new. Paul knows it. He stands there, his arms outstretched, his eyes filled with heavenly inspiration. And around him glisten the beauti ful statues, carved from Parnassus’ Someone spoke. It was a new friend, an American girl. "Katy, do you like Mars Hill?” I looked around at the lovely campus of my new school—open, green space that rested my eyes, curved roads leading to the dormi tory hills, the old and new build ings, every spot and place that was going to capture a part of my heart and mind. A warm feeling of security cov ered me at the last glimpse of the setting sun that was painting the hilltops red and purple. Dear, familiar pictures of blue waters and bare mountains filled my mind for a minute. "Forget it, Katy, I thought. You will see them again someday.” Then I looked at my friends, the young friendly faces that I was go ing to love. It was easy to smile at them and I felt calm inside. 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