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Peep in Royston Blanford’s
window at 309 New Street, and
you're apt to see the oil dis
tributor and his affectionate
pooch, Lucky, enjoying tele
vision together.
One of the dark moments in
Royston's life came when the
Stanford canine took sick, and
a local veterinarian said Roy
ston would have to give up
smoking cigars. Tests had re
vealed Lucky was aler^c to
the things.
At first, the dapper oil man
abided by the vet’s solemn pro
nouncement. Then the thought
occurred to him that perhaps his
pet was alerglc to only certain
kinds of cigars. Blanford chang
ed brands, and it worked like
a miracle drug. If you think
we’re kidding, ask Royston.
Speaking of dogs, and we
find them a pleasant subject
most of the time, you’ve seen
the sign at the entrance to
New Bern’s Federal fPost-
office) Building that reads
“No dogs allowed except seeing
eye dogs.’’
Since the blind owner of a
seeing eye dog obviously can’t
read the inscrlpUon, we assume
that Uncle Sam expects the dog
to read it for him, and pass
the word along. This world we
live in is getting smarter all
the Ume.
Cta,a,.j:sC!ent rai5J!_ night, the
Jim. Brinkleys at 222 Linden
Street heard their dog Brown
ie barking up a storm. Investi
gation revealed that their pet
had treed a possum. The very
next night, Brownie struck up
another tune, and would you be
lieve it, the Brinkleys ended up
with a second possum.
Like all public schools, the
ones in New Bern are dam
aged year in and year out by
vandalism. Pity the plight, how
ever, of New York City of
ficials. In that metropolis,
Idiotic destruction of school
property annually exceeds the
five million dollar mark.
Our downtown business
section may not have the pret
tiest Christmas decorations in
the State, although this could
be argued, but honest Injun,
have you ever seen greener
green? What a shame it is
that last summer’s grass hop
pers didn’t survive the frost to
view the dazzling sight.
Married couples never run
short of things to argue about,
but the odds are heavy that
aside from money matters, the
top breeder of domestic strife
in New Bern happens to be tele
vised sports programs.
A lot of wives detest spec
tator sports, and get pretty fed
up with a husband who spends
hours on end watching this or
that ball game. Curing him of
the malady is hopeless, lady,
so give up trying or better still,
develop a hankering for sports
yourself.
When Irvin S. Cobb, the fam
ous author of short stories,
died in his beloved Paducah,
Ky., he left this request: “Lay
my ashes at the roots of a dog
wood tree in Paducah at the
proper planting season. Should
the tree live, that will be monu-
ment enough for me.’’
Cobb, a great lover of Na
ture, hunted at Camp Bryan east
of New Bern, years ago. He was
impressed by our Carolina
coast country, and described
our upper Trent as the prettiest
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The NEW BERN
PUBLI9HID WIIKLY
IN THI HIAIIT OP
/j,'*^fTIRN NORTH
VOLUME 9
NEW BERN, N. C., FRIDAY, DECEMBER 2. 19M
NUMBER 36
ANGELS IN PIGTAILS—What could be more timely
for the Christmas season than a performance by the
Obernkirchen Children’s Choir, pictured here in the
croup’s homeland, Germany. The youngsters, sing
ing in 55 American cities on their current tour, appear
Monday night at New Bern High School Auditorium
under the auspices of the Craven County Community
Concert Association. “Nobody could fall to be com
pletely enchanted by both the sight and sound of this
delightful chorus,’’ says the New York Herald Trib
une. “The choir is a rare blend of innocence and
musical sophistication,’’ the New York Times com
mented. “Its singing is first rate by any Standard. Al
together the concert showed what can be accomplish
ed by gifted youngsters and a skilled conductor.’’
You’ll agree with the critics Monday night, when your
Yuletide season is brightened bv the lilting voices
of childhood.