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THE HILLTOP. MARS HILL COLLEGE, MARS HILL. N. C.
October 21, 1961 October
Will Tomorrow Be
Your Phantasm ?
Challenge in the 60’s
Recently, I learned there has been an increase
of twins being born. This may be because the
world is in such sad shape the poor kids are
afraid to come into it alone.
I believe this little joke certainly verifies the
fact that the future is uncertain. What is the
college student’s outlook toward the future?
Frankly, I hope this generation is eagerly an
ticipating the go’s. There has already been some
indication that we are looking ahead. President
Kennedy’s Peace Corps program has been re
ceived with great enthusiasm in our colleges.
Truly, if there has ever been a challenge for us,
this is it. We certainly don’t want to be like
the kids of the 50’s who were known as the “silent
The students of today have a tremendous re
sponsibility to bear and to carry into the future.
We, the students of Mars Hill, are having more
responsibilities placed on us. Perhaps you hadn’t
thought about it, but our new social functions
have placed a great responsibility on us. Re
member, we have got to prove that we are ma
ture men and women, able to accept our new
Published by the Students of Mars Hill College
Second-Class postage paid at Mars
Hill, N. C. Published semi-monthly
during the college year.
Volume XXXVI October 21, 1961 Number 3
STAFF FOR THIS ISSUE
Advertising Gary Murdock, Franklin Calhoun
Circulation Manager Ken Huneycutt
News Editor John Grier
Editorial Assistants Walt Whittaker,
Dick Ergenbright, Pat Phelps
Reporters Arils Suttles, Marietta Atkins,
Dicky Glenn, Janice Eiland, Bob Johnston,
Don Andrews, Roy Bower,
Tina Stokes, Mimi Jones
Sports Editor John Baskin
Faculty Advisor Walter Smith
LI’TTLE MAN ON CAMPUS
Ah, the bliss of the morrow! What a wonder
ful day! Tomorrow we are going to finish what
we started yesterday; tomorrow we are going to
commence with that ever-nagging task which,
nonetheless, has to be done. That debt that we
owe to our roommate — let us not pay it today,
not when tomorrow is so close. We must save
whatever time and energy we have; after all, to
morrow is on the calendar, and tomorrow is
never very far away.
Yesterday the world enjoyed a bright sunrise;
she turned on her axis and, although her nearest
neighbor was hundreds of thousand of light years
away she smiled, because Tomorrow was some
In our college world. Today does not exist.
And even though we have solved the riddle of
the unseen atom and although we have probed
into the endless corridors of Mind, we fail to
realize that if it weren’t for Today, Yesterday
would have never been and Tomorrow would
Let us face it — Tomorrow is a phantasm,
something we pray for when we go to be bed
Yesterday is a phantasm — we are not certain
that it existed, even when we revere it.
Let us have mercy on Today — for she appeals
for comfort, for industry, yea, for recognition!
She sorrows to see Life drip into the chasms of
uncertainty and phantasms — what a dry hard
bottom awaits it!
Yesterday was what we were and what we
might have been; Tomorrow is what we may be,
but Today is what we are.
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There is a noise in the parlor
On Halloween night
In the girls’ dormitory
On Halloween night.
And the girls may turn pale
From the fright.
The boys are alarmed
They rush to their aid
To the aid of the girls
On Halloween night.
But when hear they the noises
They fade in fright
On Halloween night.
To show its sincerity in wel
coming letters the HILLTOP
has arranged for its mail to be
handled through a box at the
town post office. Please ad
dress the HILLTOP or the
LAUREL in care of Box 486-T,
Mars Hill, N. C.
The faculty scurries
The Town Council hurries
To the parlor of females
On Halloween night.
Toward the noise
And the sounds
In the parlor
On Halloween night.
With their courage upstarting
Toward the parlor they are
And nearer and nearer ad
They stop — and they stare
There are ghosts in there
— Square dancing.
Thoughts of homecoming may be almost forgotten now, but for two
of our lovely coeds. Merle Love of Asheville and Mary Elizabeth Horton
of Concord, last weekend’s halftime activities will long hold sweet
Merle, who was crowned “Homecoming Queen” by Dr. Blackwell,
was escorted by Carl Conley. Eli;cabeth, who was crowned “Football
Queen” and kissed by the two co-captains of the team, Scott Conner
and Larry Honeycutt, was escorted by Francis Rowe. Both escorts
are Mars Hill students.
Attendants were as follows: Toni Snider from Franklinton, spon
sored by the Men’s Student Council and escorted by Bill Young; Bette
Kelley from Richmond, Va., sponsored by the Euthalian Literary So
ciety and escorted by Warren Rice; Mary Ann Price from Erwin,
Tenn., sponsored by the Philomathian Literary Society and escorted
by Charles Caver; Linda Shelton sponsored by the Monogram Club and
escorted by Carey Hedgpeth.
History Warns Us
To Be On Guard
I'here once was a country named Germany and
a man named Hitler. Hitler and Germany tried
to take away all that was good and right and
proper. They marched on freedom, fought
against democracy and hit at the roots of religion.
They were a powerful combination and they al
Now there is a country named Russia and a
man named Khrushchev. Russia and Khrush
chev are trying to take away all that is good and
right and proper. They are marching against
freedom, fighting democracy, and hitting at the
roots of religion. They are a powerful combina
tion, and they are surging forward.
We as Americans know’ that it can never hap
pen here. We know that we are secure because
we are a Christian country.
France was secure — there was not a country
on earth that could break her Maginot Line.
England was secure — there was not a nation
on the face of the earth that could possibly come
close to destroying her security. Hitler almost
Rome was secure — her background and his
tory of strength proved it. There was not a na
tion on earth that could destroy her position.
The Germans did.
Greece was a strong country — her naval force
was superior to any navy. Her walls were im
pregnable — there was no way they could be
breached. The Greeks had never known defeat,
but they were defeated.
And now our country is secure. Isn’t it?
Let us not make the same mistake that other
nations have made. We cannot rest on our se
curity; we must work. “The price of liberty is
Let us hope that in the future we might be
able to say that there once was a country calleo
Russia and a man named Khrushchev and that
they tried to take away all that was good ano
right and proper — but they failed!
— Walt Whittaker
Breathe Some Study
Into Your Campus Lift
One day the Senses had a meeting. Eventual'
ly, just as we humans do, they got in a discus
sion of which was most important. They
agreed that each would leave the body for one
year and see which one was missed most.
The eye was the first to go. It went to J*
distant country and, after one year, returned-
But lo, when it returned it found it was not
missed, for even though the body could not see.
it could feel, it could eat, it could smell,
The ear was the next to go. It too went tf
a distant country and upon returning, lo. ^
was not missed. For, even though the bod)
could not hear, it coidd see and smell and fee*'
The nose left next. It likewise drifted to
far away country. After a year it returned, bo‘
lo, it was not rnissed. For, though the bod)
could not smell, it could see and hear and fee*'
Then the sense of Touch left and when it
returned, lo, it had not been missed. For, thoug**
the body could not feel, it could see and heaf
and smell. It survived.
Then Breath left the body but, behold,
it was gone five minutes the body pleaded
it to return, for it could not live without Breath-
So it IS with college. We can do without tb«
television, we can do without the radio, we
do without our lunch, we can do without t>u*
dances and skating, but we cannot do with*^**
studying. Study is the breath of college lif^-
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