Naturally, we retrieved the
paper and checked the address.
Bless goodness, the recipient
was Raymond Dunn, a local
attorney who had led us to be
lieve that he and his family
enjoyed our weekly thoroughly.
Could It be that he had been
spoofing us?
All weekend we pondered the
matter, and finally decided that
Raymond was peeved at us be
cause we didn't see eye to eye
with him, as an Individual, on
his admiration for a political
candidate he was actively sup
porting.
It was hard to believe that
the attorney could be this
narrow—narrow enough to
throw our beloved paper Into
the trash can, but into the trash
can It had gone. At church
on Sunday morning, we kept
remembering It when should
have been listening to the par
son’s sermon on brotherly love.
When Monday morning ar
rived, one of the first pedes
trians we encountered on
Middle street was Raymond.
“What happened to my Mirror
this week?’' he inquired, "My
father was awfully disappointed
when It didn’t come. He al
ways looks forward to it, and
was some kind of put out when
I didn’t have it.’’
Raymond’s gentle complaint
was music to our ears. As is
usually the case, we had an
extra Mlyrpr handy, and gave
It to the attorney while explain
ing to him that apparently his
copy inadvertently went into the
trash can while he was sorting
his mail at the postoffice. Such
a mistake is easy to make, if
you aren’t careful.
After the incident was over,
this editor felt like kicking
himself for jumping at con
clusions. By putting twoandtwo
together and making it five, we
had tried and convicted Ray
mond of peevishness and chil
dish behavior. And all the while,
mentioned not getting his
Mirror, we might have re
mained convinced that he did
a very pretty thing.
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The NEW BERN
PUBLISHED WEEKLY
IN THE HEART OF
EASTERN NORTH
CAROLINA
NB Public Library
407 mvf St.
VOLUME 6
NEW BERN, N. C., FRIDAY, APRIL 5, 1963
NUMBER 1
Like everyone else who gets
a quantity of mall each day,
the Mirror’s editor occasion
ally finds someone else’s mail
In his box. Last Friday, for the
first time, the postman did a
complete switch by leaving us
a piece of mail we had sent
out.
It was the only mall in our
front porch box, since our mall
normally goes into the box we
have at the postoffice. But, may
be becuase it is spring and a
fellow is apt to do a bit of
day dreaming in wonderful sun
shine, the carrier came up our
steps dutifully placed a copy
of The Mirror in our box.
Seeing as how the paper was
addressed to one of our steady
subscribers, Mrs. D. H. Stal
lings of 314 Metcalf street, we
decided without hesitation that
this matter called for special
delivery. She was surprised to
see us playing the role of post
man—just as surprised as we
were when we found her paper
in our box.
It reminded us of another
occasion when, to our complete
dismay, we happened to spy
a brand new copy of The Mirror
in one of the trash cans in
the postoffice lobby. Never be
fore, or so we believed, had
anyone tossed their MlrroiTnto
the nearest trash receptacle
BEYOND COMPARE—Many a photograph was made
this week in the Maude Moore Latham Memorial Gar
den at Tryon Palace, where the tulips were in full
bloom. Leading publications will feature the scene in
forthcoming issues. For example, you’re previewing
in today’s Mirror a photo destined to appear in Better
Homes and Gardens. At the right are three of the four
Italian marble statues in the garden. April magic has
made the spot a floral paradise.
HOME AT LAST—This faded photograph depicts, we
believe, the arrival of New Bern doughboys from over
seas after the first World War ended. Kaiser Bill, who
would live to a ripe old age, had been vanquished, and
in the words of President Wilson, “the world had been
saved for Democracy.” As you can see, a huge crowd
was waiting at the corner of Middle and Pollock’streets,
to watch the parading troops pass by, including two
boys who had climbed a light pole in order not to
anything.