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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-
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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.