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New Born PuBlic Librajj
The NEW BERN
PUBLISHED WEEKLY
IN THE HEART OF
NORTH
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In this era of higher educa
tion, we’re reminded ofaprayer
written many years ago by a
dedicated teacher who ap
preciated the great responsi
bility of her noble calling.
“Help me to see clearlv.’’
she prayed, “and to utilize
conscientously every power that
is mine. Open my eyes to op
portunity and my heart to under
standing. Give me in greater
measure the power to sympa
thize. Help me to understand at
all times- and help me to heal
and not to hurt.
“Give me patience with the
slovenly, the rude and the in
different and give me a greater
love for all, even the unloving
and the unlovable. Make me a
mirror of my higher ideals,
so that my children may learn
by sight.
“Give me joy and gladness
of manner, so that I may be
their sunshine and not their
shadow. And help me to learn
each day more than I teach.
Teach me, my Teacher, for I
would learn from Thee. Amen.’’
One of the things all of us
need to learn here in New Bern
is the value of a smile. As
someone has said, it costs noth-
those who receive it, without
impoverishing those who give it.
It happens in a flash, and the
memory sometimes lasts for
ever. It creates happiness in
the home, fosters good will in
business, and is the counter
sign of friends.
It is rest to the weary, day
light to the discouraged,
sunshine to the sad, and nature’s
best antidote for trouble. It can
not be bought, begged, borrowed,
or stolen, for it is something
that is no earthly good to any
one, only when it is given away.
And if in a hurry and rush
of business, you meet someone
who is too weary to give you
a smile, leave one of yours,
for no one needs a smile quite
as much as he who has none
left to give.
This year, with the Christmas
card that came to us from the
Rev. Charles E. Williams, we
found included two poems dealing
with dogs. Obviously, he had
remembered our grief--and
later his--when each of us ex
perienced the anguish of giving
up a mucli beloved pet.
One of the poems, by an un
known writer, is titled "Did
Christ Have A Dog'"
I wonder if Christ liad a
little black dog,
.Ml curly and wooly like mine.
With two silky ears, and a
nose round and wet.
And eyes bright and tender
that stiine.
I ll] sure if He had, that little
black dog
Knew right from the start He
was God,
That he needed no proof that
Christ wa.s divine,
But worshiped the ground
where He trod.
I'm afraid that He hadn't, be
cause 1 have read
How He prayed in the garden
alone.
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Harry B Wright became New Bern’s Young Man of the
Year Thursday night, when he was presented the
Junior Chamber of Commerce Distinguished Service
Award at an impressive banquet held in Holiday Inn.
He was selected for recognition by a secret committee
of CIVIC leaders, who in keeping with the organiza
tion s policy, are not Jaycees. The honor is based upon
the recipient’s contribution to the life of his commun-
ity. Harry, assistant manager of Belk’s department store
here, has long been active in the promotion of worthy
causes, and is known among his associates as a tireless
and enthusiastic worker, despite business responsibili
ties, he finds time to participate in countless efforts
for communty betterment. In his church, Centenary
Methodist, he is particularly active along with his able
wife. To them belongs much of the credit for the in
terest shown by young adults in Centenary’s Church
School. Both are qualified teachers. Wright will be
understandably proud of the Distinguished Service
Award, but no prouder than he is of his three young
sons. 'To a remarkable extent, he has managed to devote
himseu to his family while succeeding in business and
assuming more than his share of the civic load —Photo
by Wray Studio