\ I m- I V‘ w p' £i • j:S^.- f i:'.- /•'!' W: % iUQ,^eir cloth6$» 'A v*.- ’pjre- Sea fojf,. jn^^ji^8lI5S*1|0r® ?KStItK>lt itiddte Sa-detsV TiiV-lbM*' . rels we.Vaiue- ^9 dvdrybddy hid hhilhred ^^ liiUicdd (^(^rn likd crazy. thftt id, almost everybody. Missing from the throng were those in New Bern and Craven County who were earlier drain ed of possible joy when they placed a gold star in one of their front windows. They re mained at home with their heartbreak, silent in the sha dows. Sadly, this editor recalls cel ebrating another Armistice Day, the end of World Warn, with a close friend stationed at Cherry Polni. He and his wife were married here, and their daughter born here. Little did A1 and Jane Beas ley know, as our two families rode along streets filled with happy people ttiat he would be stricken with polio only days later, and die in an iron lung at a Detroit hospital. It was a cruel stroke of Fate for one of the nicest guys we ever knew. Over the entrance to ttie kit chen of a popular local restau rant is a sign that reads “No smoking in the kitchen by the Craven Health Department.*' We assume the rule applies also to employees, not just you folks at the Health Department. Incidentally, if you want to hear the tallest tales and the cleverest wisecracks ever tossed across a table, join one of those morning coffee ses sions at a half dozen village eateries. We especially recom mend it for newcomers who want to really know the lowdown about our town, past and pres ent. Prom time to time this writ er is chided by well meaning (we hope) individuals who seem to think the liturary fields would have been greener in a big city like New York. Maybe yes and maybe no. At any rate, visits to the Met- (Continued on Page 3) The NEW BERN % PUBLISHID WIBKLY IN THI HBAIIT OP •■•N NORTH I _ JTc VOLUME 9 NEW BERN, N. C., FRIDAY, NOVEMBER 11. 1966 NUMBER 33 If you’ve got a good joke tc tell, and want to be repuid with the heartiest, most convincing laughter imaginable, spring it on Annie Kinsey l^tford or Robert L. Pu^. What’s in a name? Well, for one thing the odds are heavy that four out of five New Bern- lans can’t g>ell correctly the name of the Swiss Baron who founded our village at the junc tion of the Neuse and Trent. Just as apt to be mispelled is the name of the last General to occupy the White House, a gent best known as Ike. The moral, if any, is that the best way to have your name spelled ri{^t is to be born a Smith or a Jones. Count us among those who grieved at the passing of Dr. D. R. Coppage.Inconspiciously, he befriended quite a few fel low mortals, and Impressed us a man without sham or pre tense. In a world of phonies, he was unique. Unless you’re 55 or older, you probably don’t remember what happened In New Bern 48 years ago today. Residents, abruptly awakened in the wee smsU . hours by whistles and bells^ knew the World War was over,;: SURPRISE STOP—Pictured here shortly before their departure, after eating lunch at Williams Restaurant Tuesday, are members of the world famous Roger Wagner Chorale. They were spotted by the Mirror’s editor, and minutes later Doris Smith of Wray’s Studio was snapping this photo for us by their parked bus on Hancock Street. During their latest tour, the Los Angeles singers have appeared at Carnegie Hall in New York, and Constitution Hall in Washington. VICTORY SMlLES-rThese happy youngsters had good reason to be pleased at the time this picture was taken by John R. Baxter, Jr. They had lust won the annual All-Star game for the East in Nc Football League. The East team, composed of players from the Lions and Bears, decisioned the West team ^ew Bern’s Midget recruited from the Knights and Rams. Final score, 27-7. Space doesn’t permit listing their names.

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