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d to the wiviiuoua I IbOUIIl UUlIbCI lO £ MA ^ Hill p 10) almost empty, and luse us to reasoc jukebox can not :ion God on hifn the first college before the seaso*^ck to Mars Hill, : in the sky. ®®y> "The col- ig things of beginning to come best for everyo our eyes are d'Hl, Christianity is ■ork on earth i»to he laughed at. trthly pain and ced upon Christian has called his fch attendance. The :lass up there, irches are friendly T be the same, eryone who attends >e the very best. assed the test. the window OPHAB'r walk outside, I ■‘ance around me to ■iful scenery which He stopped. Truly, but I di>® spring. ly, nut 1 u.' till this afternot^T get their vivid Navy base all ’hich stay through- did hear I W’as|. In fall, the trees a plane, could yellow, telegraph. leaves. When She stared, u t^ees, houses, vou heard? „ ’ train?” walks are covered He shook white snow, down, too,’’ he hits the snow, sigh. “You \e hurts one’s eyes, missed that tra Mars Hill is us- ^ a few white clouds and there. The ^unsets are almost 'ith beautiful colors The key of I give to theC) 'I'he key that Hill is a The heart of «ace. There are d'ake the kei' here with a cordial Keep it near; eryone. The town Wear it close Your heart, >’\try ^ars Hill. Guard it vvitjd the college offer Your love aiidm at low cost. The So that we open to all. There Will never P‘*„„prv nnri enery and a quiet- The key of l‘’rd to find in many I give to thet'-his combined makes 'T'L_ 1 ^Ur,t d The key that " I he heart ot PAULl>' Desperate Moment My flight instructor looked at the snow white clouds on the horizon and then looked at me. “Dick,” he said, “Be careful and remember to have plenty of air speed before making a turn, even if it means diving for the ground.” After this advice I climbed aboard the small plane. I looked at the sleepy attendant through the plexiglass windshield and yelled, “Brakes on, stick back, throttle closed, and switch off.” At this command the attendant began to spin the propellor to clear the engine of vapor lock. Finally the attendant yelled “Contact.” I immediately pushed my throttle forward a little and flipped my switch to “on” po sition. The engine coughed, sput tered and roared to life. The little plane now took on a new charac teristic. No longer was it a piece of dead machinerv. Now the whole plane vibrated with life and seemed anxious to be borne. air- I released my brakes, kicked my left rudder a little, and began to roll forward, slowly gathering speed. The long grass runway lay ahead of me, and beyond, the beckoning sky. Now the field seemed to zip past and one look at my air speed indicator told me I was ready to fly. Slowly I pulled back on the stick. At first there seemed to be little response, but slowly the landscape began to fall away beneath me. I began to climb steadily to the south. Three hundred feet, four hundred feet, and still I climbed. Suddenly I smelled smoke. What could be wrong? A quick glance told me that my oil pres sure was dropping. The tiny needle dropped steadily, 90, 80, 70; and still it dropped. I looked behind, and sure enough, a tell- RICHARD ERGENBRIGHT tale stream of black, oily smoke. Wow! What a time to be on fire. At five hundred feet I could not do much. Should I attempt a crash landing or try to make it back to the field? I cut my power and dove for the ground in an attempt to build up my air speed for a turn. Slowly my air speed rose, and just in time, for there was not much between me and the earth. I made a one-hundred-eighty de gree turn back to the field and with a prayer touched ground. By the time my plane rolled to a stop, the attendants were extinguishing the fire. /I I touched the petal of a rose And touched the heart of God. I felt the rain upon my face. And knelt to kiss the sod. I walked today beneath the sun And watched the clouds roll by. I saw the smile of God on me. And bowed my head to cry. I cried to see the smile of God, And feel him touch my heart. I placed my hand in His great hand To push my tears apart. PAULINE GIBSON HILLTOP—PAGE FIFTEEN ^ I of" the conference is “.Sent I ows He er (Mr: rdson ( leth Do jf the lateers Shows Fomori )y Join e Betty was g alays w slays w three. Dorr m Gla. drey ite wer dents f evenii n offic Fes mith sFo Beck, lected I lormito Merle nson w ms of ry resp girls : ve as t. VIS anc be in i Huffma as pian n IJrov will ind refi )ormito ite, of preside 11 be Susan ■m vice- and espectiv lam wil religi( ag as d chorisu kl by Ac Mare-aret B
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