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NEW BERN, N. C. 28560, FRIDAY, JULY 7, 1972
NUMBER 17
Here Ui^ are, tlie first days
of Jtdy, and the weather is
hotter than hot. This heat wave
seems endless, no breeze in the
skv, and nary a cool shady spot.
All over town, whenever foUcs
meet, they pause and complain
that they can’t stand the heat.
It’s the favorite topic for most
conversation, though talk
brings us nothing but more
perspiration. We fOng our arms
in a manner dramatic, while
moaning our piight with words
quite emphatic.
Humans have done thus, since
time began. I’m sure it was true
of the very first man. Down
through the ages, even wise
gqys of old wanted it hot when
the weather was cold, and when
it was hot, they wanted it cool,
for a mortal at best is a finicky
fool.
Wiatever we have, we pine
for a change, never contented,
now isn’t it strange: We find
little Joy in the blessings we
share, figuring that things are
much better elsewhere.
We covet the golf our neigh
bor makes, contending tnzt
gives him all of the breaks.
Well, maybe Fate does, yet I’ve
found through the years that,
sooner or late, we all get our
tears.
We all get our Joys, and a few
heartaches too, life evens it up,
for me and for you. The king
and the ^skht, the master
and slave, take the same one
way street to the same six foot
grave.
Until we’re planted down
under the sod, and our souls
Journ^ forth to be measured by
God, the rich and the poor, in a
chorus together are bound to
complain about hot and cold
weather.
Yesterday was ufoen, at least
once, attending a Sunday night
service paid off for New Bern’s
more devout church goers.
Ihey may not have he^ a
good sermon, but they missed
an Orson Welles radio broad
cast that terrified most
everybody else.
The program, consisting of a
seriM of "news bulletins’’ about
an invasion from Mars, was
taken seriously by millions of
listeners. It causM panic on
Oct. ao, 1998, when a multitude
of Americans mistook fiction
for fact. Many, from coast, to
coast, were hospitalized for
shock and hysteria.
And adaptation of a fantasy
by N. G. Wells titled The War of
the Worlds, it was fashioned as
a "regular’’ radio program,
interrupted frequently by grim
news flashes. Obviously, it
sounded iike the real thing.
Not only those who tuned in
late on the hour broadcast, but a
large number who heard it from
the outset missed the opening
announcement indicting that it
was onfy a play, presented on
CBS by the Mercury Theatre on
tho Air*
Supposedly the invading
Martians had landed in New
Yerk and Newark, spreading
death and destruction with
astounding rapidity. Scores of
families Ustenlng in Newark
rushed from their homes with
wet towels and handkerchiefs,
(Continued on page 8)
HAPPINESS IS SAIUNG ON THE NEUSE AT NATIONALLY FAMOUS CAMP SEAFARER.