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NEW BERN, N. C., FRIDAY, JULY 24, T964
NUMBER 17
The richest man In our town
doesn’t own a limousine, nor
does he boast a costly yacht
where he cap rule serene. Don’t
peep into his wardrobe for a
hundred dollar suit, such finery
wouldn’t fit him, even if he
cared a hoot.
His light bill brings him
worry, if It runs a trifle high,
and when he shops for groceries
there are dainties he can’t buy.
Still, a simple meal holds Its
appeal, he’ll get along all right
as long as he has peace of mind,
and a healthy apetlte.
Our richest man shares sun
sets with birds that homeward
wing. He has a lease on sum
mer’s charms, like one he had
on spring. Each day he draws
his dividends from youngsters
playing games, they pause to
fill his path with smiles, yes he
knows all their names.
He doesn’t snub the guy who is
down, nor worship one who Is
up. He just can’t pass a beggar
on the corner with a cup. He says
he Is not religious, not like he
ought to be, but even so his
creed comes close to Christ on
Calvary.
In all of Nature’s handiwork,
he sees the touch of God. His
soul communes with growing
things that reach up from the
sod. Like altar candles are the
stars . that gleam when day Is
^ H« |en^wal of his
The richest man In any town
Is like our millionaire, his for
tune makes King Midas seem
broke when you compare.
There’s so much’ more than
gold to hoard, of this I am
quite sure. With birds, and flow
ers and sunsets, how can a man
be poor?
New Bernlans who stayed up
late enough to see Scranton put
his blessing on Goldwater, after
weeks of blessing him out, must
have been touched by the sight
of one of the Pennsylvania Gov
ernor’s daughters weeping. It
undoubtedly was a trying mom
ent for everybody In the Scran
ton household, and the teen
ager’s grief—climaxing a
month of hectic : family strain
emphasized the price demand
ed by upper-level politics.
The scene Is always the same.
Candidates, steeled to the hard
facts of life, usually manage to
keep their composure In the
overwhelming agony of de
feat. It’s harder for their wives.
Few of us will forget the misery
etched on Pat Nixon’s face, or
the stunned, misty-eyed ap
pearance of Richardson Prey-
er’s personable, usually spark
ling wife.
For some men, and a few
women, the political arena holds
a fascination as strong as the
flame’s attraction for a moth.
Outwardly, most wives display
enthusiasm for their husband’s
role In public life, but the ma
jority would prefer a more nor
mal life.
President Truman was every
inch a politician, and seemed to
enjoy all phases of It. His wife,
Bess, appeared to get little
thrill out of being the nation’s
First Lady, and must have wel
comed the opportunity to move
her belongings out of the White
House and get back to friends
and surroundings she remem
bered from the old days, when
Harry was neither Senator nor
President.
As of now, the odds seem to
he heavy that Barry Goldwater
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HOME TOWNER^Talented Janet Lathan, WNBE-TV
art director, is a native New Bernian. Since graduation
from Pratt Institute her career has included package
designing for Tussy, jewelry designing for Nettie
Rosens tern, art assistiuit to the advertising manager
of International Latex, and four satisfying years of
volunteer service with Moral Re-Armament. Commer
cial art is dose to her heart, and a chance to pursue it
further in the city of her birth delights her. 'We’re
delighted too.
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OUT OF THE PAST—^Where else but in The Mirror
would you find this rare photograph? Seated in the
buggy, in front of his drug store, is Dr. Leinster Duffy,
and astride the trusty steed is none other then his son,
the future Dr. Charles Duffy. Chronic complamers who
insist New Bern hasn’t progressed, should take a good
long look at this picture, 'i^u’ll aipree that there nave
been -a lew changes on the local scene.