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Im p Page Two THE HILLTOP. MARS HILL COLLEGE, MARS HILL N. C. October 12, hober II f My Feet Hurt! —Mary Mattison Mars Hill College has a holiday air about it today. Cars are coming in, a building will be dedicated, a football game will be played, a banquet will be served, and a recital will be given. Anyone who looks around will notice an exceptional amount of students for a week end. They all seem to be dressed nicely, going in the same place, and all in all just being nice Mars Hillians. But, if you will notice, not too many of these students have smiles on their faces. It seems that these smiles were wiped off with a one- word rule that was set up for this weekend: DON'T. DON'T go home or off campus. DON'T wear anything but suits and ties, Sun day dresses and high heels. DON'T be any where besides your chapel seat between the hours of 10 and 11 o’clock. Mars Hill College students realize that homecoming is a very important part of the school’s activities. Homecoming is for the alumni, but while the students are being re quired to stay and enjoy it, doesn’t it seem that we should be given something to enjoy? The entire planning of homecoming has been for the alumni. —Sally Lee Osborne Published by the Students of Mars Hill College Q'he Hilltop Box 486-T. Mars Hill. N. C. Second-class postage paid at Mars Hill, N. C. Published 15 times dur ing the college year. Volume XXXVIII Oct. 12. 1963 Number 3 STAFF Editor-in-Chief Mary Mattison Associate Editor Sally _ Osborne Sports Editor Bill Deans Assistants Bo Hendrix, Ralph Magee Circulation Manager Ken Huneycutt Asst. Circulation Manager Jimmy Daughtry Religion Reporter Martha Penley Reporters Sue Hatfield, Faye Shaw, Steve Spain Dolly Lavery, Bessie Cline Typists Sarah Delancey, Wanda Locklear Cartoonist Phil Williamson Faculty Advisor Walter Smith LITTLE ON CAMPUS Price Tag on Freedd^^Q Lines, lines, lines, and I.D. cards — two things very dear to the heart of Mars Hill stu dents. We stand in line at the beginning of school only to find that a particular class is fined. W e stand in lines to have pictures made only to find that the photographer runs out of film just as we sit down. Lines are an integral part of any school, but must so much time be lost in them? Many man-hours are lost each week just waiting in the cafeteria. Perhaps some of us could use this time studying, but it is rather hard to study with the music going and the natural talking competing with aca demic work. Most of us use this line-standing time to renew friendships that are lost during the rush of classes — this being the chief ad vantage, if there is one, of line standing. If someone has any constructive idea of what to do during the hours of line standing on cam pus, please speak forth. I.D. cards are fine, if students remember to take them at all times. The bad part of this is standing in line for 45 minutes only to discover the card is back at the dorm. This necessitates taking the food back, finding the I.D. card, stanuing in line again and wascing more time. Can’t students be trusted without always hav ing to use these cards? Honesty is something some of us need to brush up on. When it reaches the point where a student willfully admits cheating in a class or taking pictures from the cafeteria (when checking proofs), something is wrong. This is a complaint from other students and probably from the faculty. Let us be honest if we fail every course. We are here to learn and do it on our own. Complain we will, and stand in line we must, but cheat we must not! *6;^AfENCIl-,Ml55Al.I,eM, I WISH T? PICTATg pH B/AUi ** FOKMyA\ONPAYAV?mN5aA^ai ‘ Heels On - Chins Up! One seldom notices the individ uality of houses as he walks down a street; he simply takes them for granted because in physical appearance they all resemble. If you walk with me, I will take you for a visit in our home. Our house is quite unusual. Every other house along the street is built of something tangible, but our house is built differently. Others who walk this way prob ably will not see the beauty of our home; you will not see it either because our home is intangible, a home of the heart. Jletien^. •. Editors note; The following is a par tial reprint of a letter which appeared in the Oct. 5 issue of the Biblical Re corder, state-wide Baptist paper. “On Friday night, Sept. 20, some business found me on Mars Hill College campus. One of the football players invited me to at tend a football pep rally. Hun dreds gathered around a large bonfire. The band played several numbers followed by the activi ties of the cheerleaders. Coaches Henderson and Ezell made short talks and each player was intro duced. Construction of our home was begun with the foundation being dug deeply and poured with the cement of Love. With lumber cut from trees of Hope, floors were laid. Walls built with bricks of Humility enclosed the ceiling, a covering of Concern for all. The roof was thatched with tiles of Security and there in the middle of our home was the chimney Success, an extension of the fire place Ambition. “Then came a heart-stirring climax in which a student led the crowd in singing ‘Every Day With Jesus Is Sweeter Than the Day Before.’ He reminded each student when one walks with Jesus day by day he comes to see how great God is. They then sang ‘How Great Thou Art’ fol lowed by ‘Blest Be the Tie That Binds,’ and prayer. “A pastor with me said, when we started home, ‘I have never felt the presence of God more real in any church than I did on that football field tonight’ .... character will be developed un der such Christian influence.” Within our home prevailed the atmosphere of Friendship and De votion. Mom and Dad served as pillars of Support. Their Guid ance was the molding and filling that covered holes of Doubt and cracks of Indifference. My broth ers and sisters were Companion ship. The furnishings of our home are simple, as you will notice. The hallway is a path of Experi ence and each room is a cultiva tion o f someone’s Personality. The chairs signify Cooperation at the round table of Responsibility. By the fireplace there is the sofa Comfort. —Clay R. Barnes Associational Missionary Hendersonville, N. C. Standing back observing our home, one could not fail to ex perience the emotional warmth radiated by this — an intangible home existing only in my imag ination. —Sarah A. DeLancey ''Eso se ve muy mal aqui. Si los Esta^ • Unidos es una nacion Christiana, por IJlV tienen ustedes segregacion? This quest “If the United States is a Christian nation, \t this i do you have segregation?” was my first become counter with the fact that others don’t alw°°l wor see us as we see ourselves. As a seventeen ne prec old Southerner, I had been schooled to acq^^gg i segregation as “the way things should be,” vn in o I was quite surprised that the news of “prests t: own-personal-Southern-problem-and-YankI‘® fhing mind-your-own-business” had leaked out^® F66 cour much less that other nations disapproved, j freedo It always comes as a shock when we 4.t times “see ourselves as others see us.” Howevergtop an light of the rising importance of Latin Ameips Hill ; on the international scene, perhaps we shchave so: look at ourselves and consider some of , true n ideas they have of us. “freedor Imaginative Journey Reveals Unique Home ■Vl. TT ■ J O The uniled States is often condemned ff failing to intertere in internal affairs. Jrkas, am time a revolution is brewing, the revolutirm and aries denounce us for supporting "a dicta ship" (i.e., those currently in power). If ^native lend aid to the revolutionaries as we did to Bay of Pigs episode, everyone but the revi tionaries denounce us as the "Colossus to‘”^”® North," bent on pursuing our own self intej'^^^ Even the revolutionaries, after they have cl'® ^ to power, call us that. i^mpic tr The Architect of our magnifi cent home was God. According to the blueprints, an Estate of the Mind was an approved building site. Materials and occupants of this dwelling were to meet the ideological specification of the Ar chitect. In construction of our home Honesty and Integrity were required tools for use by the con tractor. The general attitude of Latin Americ® ' toward us can be neatly summed up within 1945 term they often use to refer to us: “the pied H ossus to the North.” We like to point out rkases \ Alliance in Progress and other such progriipie fie to prove we don’t deserve this epithet. Laiin to 1 are seldom “took” by our excuses. As ise of tl Puerto Rican student I know said, “If you fn. Afte us anything, you always have a price-tagrmany ] tached.” This is probably true. It wouldicials oJ futile to deny that the “you-scratch-my-bant at Fi and-I’ll-scratch-yours” theory is necessary, ning a any political realist, it may be obvious, 1 family Latin Americans have never been politt the ai realists. oraging. Mexicans like to fell about Los ninos he^®®*^ (the boy heroes). During the Mexican V*’®®’ American soldiers rushed Chapultepec in the outskirts of Mexico City. At that fi®® the castle was occupied by a military acadeP°^'^^“ The oldest cadet was about fourteen years Unable to defend the fortress, these yoq , boys jumped from the high windows and killed rather than submit to capture. Talk •' about Los ninos heroes in Mexico is like tBandy ] ing about the Alamo in Texas. Q^g^ Most Latin Americans believe that no icans speak any foreign languages and ^®c themselves into some embarrassing situatWor froi when they do meet an American who can sp a memt their language. My favorite tale is about morary time I went out walking in Mexico City V a seven year old, blond American boy W***.!. spoke perfect Spanish. We passed a monuh and he wanted to know what the monuh was for. I suggested he ask a scholarly look w old gentleman waiting nearby for a street He did so, in perfect Spanish, and the man Sat. Tl plied (in Spanish too), “I’m very sorry, b' G don’t speak English.” Robbie was complel /\4on -1 baffled, but I suggested he try again: “Si can speak Spanish. Can you tell me wl ^ , statue this is?” The man looked as if he I seen a green and pink elephant walking d( Thurs.- the street backward as he blurted out, Sat T Americans don’t speak Spanish! Are you (i ‘ d man?” We assured him we were Americ and he was still shaking his head in wondel*"*"*"*^'*"*'' he climbed on his streetcar. The list of ideas the Latins have about t> practically limitless. Some are well founii W 6l some are completely false, and most are pal true. A similar list could be made of ideas have about Latin Americans. Unless we U about our neighbors and learn what they tk about iis and why. I doubt that we will see ^ hemisphere as a great brotherhood of meS all races and creeds united under one f against all foes. May we strive for the un^ standing that will enable us to achieve ^ goal! —Jo Narkinsky
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