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As a rule, mall carriers
and dogs don’t get along with
each other. The scars on many
a postman’s underpinions are
proof of that fact.
Uncle Sam, cognizant of this
sad state of affairs, has postal
regulations requiring the owner
of a vicious canine to call at the
nearest postoffice for his mail.
Harold Bryant, who makes
deliveries In New Bern’s down
town business section. Isn’t
plagued with this sort of ani
mosity. To the contrary, he
appeals to pooches, and some
of them like to make the
rounds with him.
Ann Mumford’s dog, Prince,
(Ann works for the postmaster
and postal inspector) accom
panies Bryant so faithfully in
fair weather and foul that he
d ;erves to be on the Federal
payroll. Prince has a couple of
friends, one of them hobbling
on three feet the last time
we saw him, that report lor duty
periodically.
It will probably come as a
surprise to NewBern’s hot rod
ders, but on this date--back in
1905--a daring gent by the name
of A. G, MacDonald drove an
automobile 100 miles an hour.
Wanting to live to a ripe old
age, he didn’t do his speeding
on a busy highway.
Also on this date, back in
1878, a vessel named the Met
ropolis wrecked off the North
Carolina coast, and 100 persons
went to a watery grave. And on
this date, in 1953, the Princess
Victoria sank in a storm off
Northern Ireland, with a death
toll of 133.
Thinking in a lighter vein of
things oceanic, we are intrigued
by the sea gulls that have turn
ed landlubber and circle over
the Charburger these days.
What are they yearning for—
hamburgers, French fries or
apple turn-overs? Their fav
orite roosting place is the lawn
at Craven County hospital.
Folks down at Morehead City
are less than thrilled over the
suggestion that cities in the
Piedmont, and further east,
ought to send garbage trains to
the coast each night, and barge
the stuff out into the Atlantic
for dumping.
It would be good riddance for
communities up yonder, but
such a venture could be counted
on to increase the rat popula
tion at the Carteret town, while
giving citizens there a blending
of odors worse than fish scrap.
Can’t you imagine the situa
tion when storms forced barges
to remain in port, and the trains
kept right on coming—night
after night? Knowing the tem
perament of our Carteret
nelghbors--a bunch of rugged
individualists—they would
figure some way to send the
rotting garbage back where it
came from, if they had to tote
it on ttielr broad, sea-tested
shoulders.
New Bernians are still
saying highly complimentary
things about the Winter Cere
monial parade staged by Sudan
Temple. Nicest part of the oc
casion was the ideal weather.
Most of theShrlne parades here,
for years on end, have been
cursed by rain and cold. No
one appreciated the balminess
this time more than the fllm-
ily-gowned gals riding on floats
and the bare-legged majorettes.
Congratulations to the town of
Dunn for the fine publicity it
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The NEW BERN
VOLUME 6
NEW BERN, N. C., FRIDAY, JANUARY 31, 1964
NUMBER 43
A WINTER MORNING—Thirteen year old Bobby Ben
ners, following in his father’s photographic footsteps,
got up at the bust of dawn to snap this buttermilk
sky while fellow New Bernians slept soundly. It is
his first published photo, but it won’t be his last.
Bobby picked the scene himself. If we’re not mistaken,
those are sleepy birds at the top of that pole in the
left foreground, and note the detail of barren branches.
THEY’RE OLD FRIENDS—C. Ed Hancock, Jr., who
introduced Dr. I. Beverly Lake when the gubernatorial
candidate spoke Tuesday at New Bern’s Junior
Chamber of Commerce awards banquet, didn’t have to
study up on Lake’s background. While a law student
at Wake Forest, Ed roomed at his home and gained
legal knowledge in his classes. Several other local
attorneys were also on hand to greet the erstwhile
professor who has authored several books.—^Photo
by Billy mnners.