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The NEW BERN
PUBLISHED WEEKLY
IN THE HEART OP
■ASTERN NORTH
‘ 5-50
VOLUME 16
NEW BERN, N. C. 28560, FRIDAY, MAY 11, 1973
NUMBER 9
Y!Hl!rday was when local
kidH made liny imitationK of a
l»air of Hciwora by croHsinK two
straiKht pina on the streetcar
track, and letting Callie Mc
Carthy’s Indley mash them
together.
It was interesting to see what
happened to a penny, but
{Minnies weren’t that plentiful
among the .small fry on up|)er
Pollock street, so the few
co|)p(irs we got were mostly
invtisUid in candy.
Ye.sterday was when scores of
New Bern youngsters, at one
time or another, sold the
William.s|M>rl Grit. It was a
whale of a lot bigger then, and
was priced al a nickel, not 20
cents.
Kven so, it was hard to sell,
but not as hard to move as the
Literary Digest. Hiat was for
intellectuals, and sold for a
dime. Most of- the very few
inUillecluals around were either
light flsted or didn’t have a
dime.
Anyhow, the Literary Digest
wasn’t long for this world, after
it predict^ Alf Landon would
clobber Franklin D. Roosevelt
in tbeir Presidential race.
iMmdon carried just two states,
and the magazine died a quick
death.
Yesterday was when the lady
d(M.-tnr came down from Pitts
burgh to examine Civil War
veteran George Isaac Hughes,
who had twice become a father
wel|aRer his 90th birthday. She
annOtmeed he was capable of
achffcving paternity.
Yesterday was when New.
Bern decided that the hallowed
ground where Baron DeGraf-
fenried landed at Union Point,
to found the town, shouldn’t orta
be the community’s rat infested
trash dump. It took more than
two centuries to arrive at this
profound conclusion.
Yesterday was when our
illustrious forefathers built the
County Court House facing
Craven Street. Hardly anybody
entered through the front door,
however, so quite some years
ago it was bricked up com
pletely. Climb the front steps
today, and you’ll bump your
head against a solid wall.
Yesterday was when mopiiets
attending Christ Church kin
dergarten unofficially extended
their playground to include the
ancient tombstones im
mediately adjacent to their
rom()ing area. Now their Blaster
eggs are hidden there.
No one of our acquaintance
seems to consider this a
grievous act of impn^rietv
against the loitg departed.
There are worse things than the
laughter of small children
permeating an old graveyard.
New Bernlans, maybe
because they live in a town that
was alreac^ 22 years old when
George Washington dampened
his Hrst diaper, have learned to
accept with remarkable
resignation a number of eternal
truths.
Each morning, when they
arise from deep or fitful
slumber, they know they’ll go
throi«h another day on which
Uie town clock peals out one
hour, points it’s hands toward
another, and is wrong in both
(Continued on page 8)
HERE’S LOOKING AT YOU-If you were out and
about, at 11 a. m., mi Oct. 11,1972, your picture was
taken by cameras on Earth Resources Technology
Satellite-1 (ERTS-1). New Bern is at the extreme
upper right of this remarkable photograi^,
released to The Mirror by NASA. Clearly Wsible
are the Neuse and Trent rivers, joining at Union
Point. That black dot directly below is Catfish
Lake, but Great Lake and Long Lake are both out of
range. Further down the coast, at the extreme right
is White Oak river, and then below that, to the
southwest, is much larger New river. At the bot
tom, is the Cape Pear river. Wilmington is
below and right of center. Angela Swamp is above
Wilmington, and Green Swamp is bdow and left of
Wilmington. Elliptical **bays** or depressions (left
center), some filled with water to form lakes, were
formerly thought to be impact craters, now thou^t
to be caused by marine erosion. Three colors,
green, red, and infrared seen and recorded
separately from an altitude of 568 miles were
combined at NASA’s Goddard Space Flight Center
to achieve this terriHc picture.