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VOLUME 2
NEW BERN, N. C., FRIDAY, JANUARY 29, 1960
NUMBER 44
Few memory books in the South
or all America for that matter,
have been more interesting than
the sports collections of clippings
"and photos that meant so much to
the late Captain Tom C. Daniels.
Yellowed with the wilt of more
than a half century’s passing, the
data contained in the book is price
less. It was the good fortune of
the writer to have it in his posses
Sion for quite awhile. Through a
close perusal we were able to get
the gist for a number of Daniels
stories that appeared in the Ra
leigh News and Observer, the Char
lotte News and State Magazine.
In keeping with the wishes of
this colorful New Bernian, it was
turned over to Duke University at
the time of his death,' and reihains
there as an authentic source of in
formation and a wistful metp^nto
of an exceptionally exciting era in
the realm of sports.
All of which brings us around to
a poem that the local football pio
neer—^first of the South’s many
gridiron luminaries—pasted in his
book, back in the Gay Nineties
Unfortunately, we can’t give you
the author’s name, but he deserves
credit for penning a bit of verse
that is still modern and up. to date
after all, these years.
Here it is,^ just as it appears in
the memory book:
The Athletic Girl
She boxes, fences, rides and swims.
And keeps her blood ih motion;
While other women nurse their
whims, "
, And si^ for^nutn’s devotion.
She’s never known to have the
blues.
To headaches she’s a stranger.
You may be sure that she’d refuse
To faint at sight of danger.
A perfect woman, full of health
And life, all men adore her;
To her they’d gladly bring their
wealth.
And lay it down before her.
But she, Diana-like, is cold.
And hates their love sick
sighing;
And so she stops their wooing bold,
. And sends her lovers flying.
She’s cold, but there will come a
day-
A man who’s fit to woo her;
And then, the more she says him
nay,
; The closer he’ll pursue her.
To love she’ll yield, some happy
i day
' She’ll gfve herself in marriage;
Later her strength wiii come in
play
Behind a baby carriage.
Incidentaily, any mention of ba
by carriages, here, or elsewhere,
brings to mind the most quoted lo
cal quote in recent weeks. The re
porter who used it—an ordained
minister—tells us it was not a mis
quote, so as one newspaperman to
another we’re inclined to give him
the benefit of the doubt.
At any rate. The Mirror hasn’t
been aware of any drastic reduc
tion in the number of babies here,
and hence no subsequent reduction
in th number of baby carriages.
We’re of the opinion that there’ll
be plenty of both as long as there’s
a world peopled by approximately
healthy humans.
We’ll admit that pushing a baby
carriage along Broad street be
tween Middle and Hancock is apt
to require a licensed navigator. In
fact, the dimensions of the side
walk will practically eliminate
some of the fat ladies in slacks
who waddled along this thorough
fare.
Ain’t progress wonderful, or is
it?
During the first month of opera
tions from two airfields on Okina
wa, MarWife Corps fighter pilots
knocked down 209 Jap planes while
losing only four in aerial combat.
) THEY THEM, t6o—^ust like New Bertij oSr mbtS^f
city of Berne, Switzerland, is a town of bridges; The first
one was erected in 1256, 65 years after Berne’s founding.
l ' Here, m a jihoto flown to The Jraror from the Swiss capital,
you can see much of the charm that is our heritage. We
1 can be proud of it in this our 250th year.
Be Proud of Grand
Heritage Received from City of Berne
SWISS HOUSE OF PARLIAMENT
“When people aren’t proud of
their past, they don’t deserve to be
remembered.’’
These very wise words were
spoken by the late Irvin S. Cobb—
regarded by many as the greatest
story teller of our time. Cobb, im
pressed when he visited New Bern,
called our upper Trent the most
beautiful river in eastern Ameri
ca.
Although the main attraction for
him in Carolina’s coast country
was the hunting at famed Camp
Bryan east of here, he found the
Old North State an intriguing lo
cale for those who love life and
want to make the most of it.
Cobb, if he were alive today,
would no doubt remind New Bern-
ians that the heritage handed
down to them by the town’s Swiss
founders is a priceiess thing to
cherish and remain ever mindfui
of.
Any milestone is a good spot to
pause and take stock of what has
been bequeathed to us. This, our
250th year, is a logical time to be
doubly proud of the /act that New
Bern got its name from a town as
lovely as Berne in a country where
peace is a world symbol.
Never in the past, and certainly
not in the present, has it been a
source of embarrassment to bear
the name of a city so steeped in
all that is fine aiid decent and tol
erant in man’s relationship with
man.
Berne, with a population of 160,-
000, is not generally thought of as
a “European city” but rather a
thoroughly Swiss and Alemannic
city that is extraordinarily pictur
esque and fascinating.
Built on a great rock, surround
ed by the Aare river, the old
Berne still stands in all of its un
spoiled beauty. The moment a visi
tor leaves the railroad station, he
is faced with this jewel of urban
architecture of a past age which
dates from 1191.
The old houses, untouched by
time and flanked by broad streets
with their splendid painted foun--
tains, testify to the glory and the
greatness of the old Berne. The pe
culiarity of these streets are the
“Lauben” or arcades built into the
facades of the houses on either
side, like the glorious portici of
small Italian towns.
Pedestrians keep to the arcades,
and in this way they can traverse
the town from end to end dry-shod
in the worst weather. Berne citi
zens and tourists delight in stroll
ing at a leisurely pace through
these airy halls, with their great
arches open to the street and on
the inner side illuminated by the
shop windows.
An argus-eyed municipality
watches over these arcades. No
house may be built or renovated
without the arcade being built into
the ground floor, and no facade is
approved that does not fit in with
the style of the neighboring hous
es.
Consequently all these streets
have a festive air. One might well
imagine that in Berne if not in
New Bern the indignant citizens
would have been even more arous
ed than New Bernians over what
has hapoened to Broad Street in
recent weeks. ;
Happily situated between Ger
man and French speaking coun
tries, Berne has a decided French
streak in its make-up. Its austere
streets and its houses of a re
strained Baroque are touched by a
breath of the French spirit, and in
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