Donald Brown, who peddled
News and Observers at the
corner of Middle and Pollock
streets when he was a kid,
Is still In the paper business.
It’s different now, however,
since he happens to be mill
cost supervisor for the world’s
largest pulp and paper mill.
Union Bag-Camp Paper Cor
poration.
His company, you’ll recall.
Is the one that was considering
establishing a branch here at
one time. Don, a graduate of
the University of North Caro
lina, started at Savannah, Ga.,
with Union Bag as Junior Ac
countant In 1952. A year later
he was made Budget Analyst.
He Is still In Savannah,
He became Budget Group
Leader In 1955, Bag Cost Ac
countant In 1957, Mill Cost
Group Leader In 1959, and Mill
Cost Department Supervisor In
1960. To say that he holds a
position of great responsibility
Is putting It mildly.
Writing about himself to The
Mirror, at our request, Don
says, “Things are quite dif
ferent from those old child
hood days In New Bern. I al
ways hated to get up early In
the mornings (quite different
from you) but yet, when I look
back to those days In the early
Thirties, when I was getting
up at 5 o’clock to sell papers
on the street corner, rush off
to school, work at Kress after
school—those were the happy
days,
“You really didn’t have to
dodge too many autos running
back and forth from Gaskin.g
soda shop to Jacobs soda shop.
And the day the headlines read
HUEY LONG SHOT, I sold out
In a hurry. And every now and
then, Leon Cohen (was that his
name?) would give me some
paper caps or a cherry salute.
“Mr. Rlvenbark was always
a steady customer on his way
to Williams Restaurant for a cup
of coffee (or was It Nick’s
then?). And Crabby always had
a friendly greeting. And was
Mr. Rouse the first Republican
I ever met? Dr. Parker would
always call me Wally. That’s
what It sounded like for Ra
leigh when I was shouting Ra
leigh News and Observer, (Mo
ther always told me not to run
with that sucker stick In my
mouth.)
“But later It paid off when
my second grade teacher (was
her name Miss Fannie Hower
ton) told me that she passed me
to the third grade because she
never knew whether I was right
or wrong when she asked me a
question.
“And Mr. Barjou—he was
always a big tipper. He was
, District Manager ofS.H. Kress,
and I used to look for him about
every three months. He kept
telling me he was going to make
a manager out of rrte. Remember
my first Job at Kress? I was
blowing soap bubbles with the
first Pop Eye pipes. In the
front window on Middle street.
“Don’t laugh—we sold more
during that promotion than any
other Kress store In the world.
And later—balloons, Daniel
Boone pocketknlves, etc. etc...,
I can hardly believe that I work
ed at Kress for 11 years (part
time) under four different man
agers.
“And in between times—
selling peanuts (Kafer’s Bakery
used to parch them for me),
soda Jerking at Mr. Pinnix’s
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LIKE A SHAWI^Ancient trees, cloaked with Spanish ever. Actually, a river scene such as tho shAnm
moss are a famihar sight along the inland streams of here near New Bern, remains virtually changeless with
Carohna’s coast county. Autumn’s paint brush, even the changing seasons, Ind for^t w^can fe llad -^l?
as the conceahng todness of a winter snow, makes Photo by^Wwten-Moulton
all things presentable, and many things prettier than
t“ cS we are only minutes away from doz-
or mountains to the sky, as long as I can know the ens of lovely scenes, such as this one. To annreciate
py of rivers flowng by. Here in the Land of Enchant- rivers, you’ve got to be without them for awhile
ing Waters, where the lazy Trent and the choppy Photo by Wooten-Moulton.