So delighted was New Bern
Hie^ school’s Class of 1930 with
the success of Its Saturday night
reunion that another gathering
has been scheduled for next
year.
Eula StewartHudson, who now
lives In Bristol, Va., is given
most of the credit for kindling
Interest and fanning It to a bright
flame. “I didn’t do a lot,” she
insists, “everybody was coop
erative.”
Members of the class con
verged on the Holiday Inn from
all over. At the informal ban
quet, handled to perfection by
Mike Pugh of the Charcoal
Hearth management. New
Bernlans who hadn’t glimpsed
each other for a third of a
century rehashed memories for
old time’s sake.
Nat Dixon, who If we re
member rightly was president
of the class, served as toast
master. And, during the course
of the evening, he came up with
one of the funniest stories yet,
about his Marine Corps honey
moon.
Stationed at San Diego, he was
dismayed shortly after he and
Eleanor ankled to the altar when
a service physician hospitalized
him with a case of trench mouth.
Eleanor was equally distraught.
She was allowed to visit him,
with strict understanding that
there wouldn’t be so much as a
single goodbye kiss when she
departed for home. During their
time together, however, they
were permitted to take a brief
stroll.
Orders or no orders, on the
last visit before his release, Nat
was determined to kiss his
bride. Unfortunately, they walk
ed and walked without finding
sufficient foliage to protect
them from public scrutiny.
Finally, they discovered a
little path that led to a rather
nice hideaway. The frustrated
leatherneck was in the midst of
a prolonged kiss when an off
icer and a female companion
who turned out to be his wife
rudely interrupted.
Nat was no fool. He knew a
General when he saw one, snap
ped to attention and attempted
an explanation. Meanwhile the
General’s wife, unaware that
she was Insulting another wife,
gave Eleanor down the country.
Eleanor, as kind and big heat
ed as a mortal can be, In peace
ful until you try to run over
her. She came right back at the
General’s wife, and gave her as
good as she sent. Fortunately,
It didn’t get to the hair pulling
stage.
Next morning Nat was called
to headquarters, and expected
the worst. It developed that the
General was an understanding
soul. Having ascertained that
Nat was Indeed married as
claimed, he informed the fright
ened enlisted man that he could
kiss his bride any time he want
ed to.
“But,” the General said al
most wistfully, “please arrange
to do It In the future at some
place other than on my front
lawn.”
A surprisingly large number
of ex-students showed up for
Saturday night’s reunion, and
quite a few traveled a great
distance to be here. Most of the
out of towners who couldn’t
make It wrote letters of keen
regret.
One of the absentees, through
no fault of his own, was Dr,
Charles Styron of Raleigh. He
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THERE’LL COME A DAY—When Susan McTaggart, let Snow White ask questions of the looking glass. Our
the charming daughter of Wally and Dorothy Me- readers will agree that Susan has no reason to worry
Taggart, has experienced a few birthdays, she’ll be about beauty. May she stay as sweet and lovely as she
much more concerned with observing her likeness in is right now, and remain as free of vanity.—^Photo
the closest mirror. For the present, however, she’ll by Wray Studio.