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VOLUME 13
NEW BERN, N. C., FRIDAY, AUGUST 21, 1070
NUMBER 23
Yesterday was when Frank
Mozley Stevens found Joy east
of New Bern, hunting at Camp
Bryan with our town's pioneer
music man,George Fuller.Ste>
vens, a millionaire, made his
bundle from the lowly hot-
dog.
Expanding a concessions
business 'founded by his fa
ther, Harry M. Stevens, he
eventually grossed |20 million
annually from the franks he sold
In major league ball parks and
at 45 race tracks. He died a
few years back, at 84.
Yesterday, along about 1959,
was when the Rev. J. Muridiy
Smith, pastor of New Bern's
First Presbyterian Church, had
his sermon interrupted one
Sunday morning by the family's
cat, Topsy.
She strolled down the aisle,
hopped upon a table where the
offering had been placed, and
seemed curious about the size
of the collectlm. To that ex
tent, she and her master prob
ably had much In common.
If It had been Centenary
Methodist, First Baptist, or
some other downtown church,
she could have made It to the
pulpit. However, the pulpit
at First Presbyterian Is not
only enclosed but elevated.
You reach It from the rear, by
going up some steps. Obviou^y,
Topsy didn't know that.
New Bern, In the hushed
darkness Just before dawn. Is
a placid sight to behold. There's
a gentleness and serenity about
the old town at this ungodly
hour that neither the morning
sun, nor the moon and stars
at eventide, can ever duplicate.
Small wonder that someofus
like to rise early, not because
work demands It, but for the
sheer Joy of greeting ttie on
coming day. Call us crazy for
not sleeping two or three extra
hours while we've got the
chance, but don't make us stay
in bed.
Unless you're a confirmed
dawn buster, you simply
have no Idea how fresh and
wonderful air can be. So far,
pollution hasn't permeated our
atmosphere to such an extent
that the early hours are overly
affected.
And in a world where noise
and confusion usually reign. Its
downrl{d>t uplifting to the soul
to walk along deserted streets
where you can have a little talk
witti without outside Inter
ruption.
For one thing. New Bemlans
used to risking life and limb
while crossing at Broad and
Middle, might enjoy the novelty
of strolling noncludantly from
one curb to another. Hie traf
fic Just before dawn Is no haz
ard.
A man can really take In
ventory of himself when. In the
midst of familiar surroundings,
he comes face to face vdth
solitude. Nothing short of
snow's concealing cloak trans
forms ugliness into charm like
the mist of pre-dawn.
Memories stir early too. No
matter how soon you take to the
streets, you'll discover that
your recollections are out there
ahead of you, waiting to be gath
ered to your heart. It Is the
hour for remembrance.
One by one, you glimpse the
forget-me-nots that bloom In
reffospect on any thoroughfare
you choose to v^er. Houses
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THIS COULD BE IT — Mortals never have reached prize winning portrait by Florence E. Hanff of Woot-
full agrmment on the time In life deserving of being ten-Moulton Studio. Its excellence earned for Flor-
called the golden age. Perhaps any age Is golden R ence a first place award from the Western Guild of
you choose to make It so. At any rate, lovely Lynette North Carolina Professional Photographers Assocl-
Hlll, four year old daughter of the Jimmie Hills of atlon.
New Bern, personifies childhood’s finest hour in this