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Attorney Wilson H, Lee, who
has long found joy In the songs
of God's tiny feathered crea
tures, tells us tills one. "Each
day when I come up the street,"
he rays, "two mockingbirds
are waiting oii a power line
and Immediately start singing.
Maybe tliey don't recognize me,
but It's nice to think so."
Birds intrigue us too, and
we're thankful for the ones that
frequent our bach yard. High
In a neighborhood tree last
weekend, shortly before twill^t
a gentleman quail was sending
out a general broadcast to any
lady quail that mi^t perchance
to be In the vicinity.
At first his bob-white calls
were loud and confident.
However, when no response
ciime. after ten minutes of
steady proclamation of his
availability, he tapered off Into
a subdued lone of dirappoinl-
ment apd finally decided topro-
spect for romahce elsewhere.
With a little Imagining, one
miglit speculate that he is the
roving kind, abimdonlng i^ormal
rural life in ^uest of new hearts
to conquer. Or It Is just as
likely that he Is a faithful hus
band, trying to locale a mate
consumed by a hungry cat. Any
how, we're sorry that loneli
ness caught up with him In the
merry month of May.
On a recent moridng, as d,iy
was breaking, we happened to
be the only human pedestrian on
Middle street, between Broad
and Pollock. Actually, there
were three pedestralns, but the
other two were young squirrels.
Call us a liar if you want to,
but they were window shopping.
At each store front they would
pause, .and take a gander at
merchandise on display. One
of (hem trotted up to the front
door of Theodore Baxter's
jewelry store, and peered in.
We had his exit blocked as we
passed, but he showed no fear,
and appreciating his faith we
didn't disturb him.
Having surveyed the block,
they crossed the street and In
dulged in a game of follow the
leader In Christ churchyard.
There was really no point in
proceeding to the next block
of Middle for a l«x)k at the
fashions in that portion of the
business section. Notwhenthey
were already wearing fur coats
that were a perfect fit.
Our thanks to the many who
have commented favorably on
the Mirror's front page photo
of the Adams triplets. Their
mother, the former Katherine
P'lowers, is a Mount Olive na
tive, a fact we didn't include
in the cutline, but word got
around Wayne County Just the
same.
The Mount Olive Tribune
quickly cabbaged onto the pic
ture, and ran it also, much
to the delight of the grandpar
ents living there, Mr. and Mrs.
.1. B, Flowers, Jr., and a lot
of other relatives tmd friends.
With a Mount Olive background
the triplets are a cinch to love
pickles.
It may surprise you, as it
did us. to learn ttat North
Carolina's Travel and Promo
tion Dlvlslnn received more
Inquiries from Florida last year
than any other state. New York.
Pennsylvania, Ohio and Virginia
rounded out the top five.
Following In order were New
;i,cnUuued on [lage R.
VOLUME 11
NEW BERN, N. C., FRIDAY, MAY 24, 1968
NUMBER 9
AT LONG LAST—For years, those of us who in happy
boyhood new and loved Albert (Crabby) Crabtree
have wished for a photograph of this man who devoted
his time, labor and limited money to making life a
little more wonderful for youngsters frequenting his
machine sh^ at Union Point. Crabby all the year
round was Santa Claus in cover-alls, without the
beard. He converted an abandoned warehouse into
a club for his “gang*’ and provided a dock and diving
boards. He was the most completely selfless mortal
we’ve ever known. Andy Fuller has finally come across
a small print of him, and John R. Baxter has made an
enlarged copy. We’re proudly publishing it.