Why Is it that fate elects to
sprawl you with an uppercut,
just when you’re feeling most
important?
Take for instance the other
day. Having carried our other
clothes to the cleaners, we had
on our Sunday-go-to-meeting
best for the time being. As us
ual, several observant citi
zens wanted to know where we
aimed to be preaching.
That’s the advantage of
dressing sioppiiy. The moment
you approach neatness, folks
notice the unexpected transfor
mation. After the third person
commented on our attire, we be
gan to feel as courtly as Lord
Chesterfield.
Heading for Montgomery
Ward’s to make a business call
on Manager Lee Taylor, we
could hardly wait to impress
still more people. Lee was oc
cupied at the moment, but the
receptionist at the switchboard
looked us up and down and ac
corded us the attention a digni
tary deserved.
Naturally, this made us feel
like a million dollars. “Are you
going to eat with us in our
lunchroom today?’’ she asked
then came the blow that crushed
us. “There’s a special on hot
dogs, they’re only eleven
cents,’’
Here we were, perched on
our self, constructed pedestal,
and this young lady had the aud
acity to think we would be in
terested in buying a cheap hot
dog. No longer inflated with a
sense of importance, we sank
to our true level and took ad
vantage of the special.
Something else happened that
day which justified our faith in
the goodness of man, A small
dog, with a very large bone
clutched in his jaws, was seen
trotting happily across the rear
lot of a supermarket. It was all
he could do to tote it.
Glancing in the direction from
whence he came, we saw three
employees of the supermarket
standing at the back door in
their butcher aprons. They were
smiling broadly at the depart
ing mongrel. There’s still hope
for a world where giving a little
dog the biggest and best bone
available can make a man feel
happy inside.
We had a house ftill of out of
town relatives at our place dur
ing the weekend, and one of them
brought along a tape recorder.
He flipped the recorder on while
everybody was conversatlonlng
in the living room.
When the tape played back,
there was a din of many voices
speaking in haphazard unison.
Obviously, no one was listen
ing to anyone else, but judging
by their incredulous looks upon
hearing the taped remarks, they
weren’t even listening to them
selves.
One of the editor’s prized
belongings, a gift from his
daughter and son, is The Nor
man Rockwell Album. Compiled
by the famous artist, it includes
virtually all of the wonderful
covers painted for Saturday
Evening Post, Collier’s,
American Magazine and
Youth’s Companion.
There are critics who con
tend Rockwell falls far short of
greatness. Such snobbishness
can’t erase the fact that his work
is prominently displayed in the
Metropolitan Museum of Art
along with the masters. This
isn’t bad company to be hang
ing around.
Rockwell didn’t go to the far
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The NEW BERN
VOLUME 7
NEW BERN, N. C., FRIDAY, FEBRUARY 26, 1965
NUMBER 47
BETTER VIEWING—^The vehicle seen here is ideal hala are in the Southern Appalachians, Uwharrie in
for travel through Croatan’s underbrush and heavily the Piedmont, and Croatan in the Coastal Plain They
wooded sections. It also furnishes an elevation for the have a total of 1,124,000 acres.—^Photo by BiUy ^n-
level that District Ranger Hinkley is using. North ners.
Carolina has four National Forests. Pisgah and Nanta-