The NEW BERN
PUBLISHED WEEKLY
IN THE HEART OP
EASTERN NORTH
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VOLUME 16
NEW BERN, N. C. 28560, FRIDAY, NOVEMBER 30, 1973
NUMBER 37
Ta»e heed, Yankee tourists
who read this today, forget
about Florida, instead you
might stay for a brisk vacation
in North Carolina, like the song
writers say there’s just nothing
finer.
Miami and Palm Beach, well,
they’re all right, but so are our
pine trees, soft whispering at
night. And though press agents
shout about St. Au^tine, if it’s
history you want you can pause
on our scene. Delve in the past,
see buildings quite old, hear
stories of pirates, swash-
Sure, visit awhile, forget
about blizzards, eat Souihem
fried chicken, includings the
gizzards. And try, whUe you’re
at it, some collards cooked
right, seasoned with hog meat, ;
enjoy every bite.
We’ll have to admit that they
don’t smell so hot, when they’re
steaming away in a great big
pot, but, brother, you’ll find
whoi they’re served on your
plate that greens can be good,
and you’ll sure eat a bate.
A moon down at Key West is
lovely, folks say, but the moon
on our N^jse and our Trent is
okav. Romance is lurking in
each sparkling beam, young
sters claim it, oldesters can
dream.
So just save your gas, don’t
head for Miami, don’t long for
the trail that they call Tamiami.
Don’t scamper to Tampa, or
sigh for Key West, if you’re
seeking a haven for pleasant
rest, we’ll fix you right up,
though you’re puny and pale,
and make you forget about Fort
Lauderdale.
Stick around, get acquainted,
there’s nothing finer than the
pleasures abounding in North
Carolina.
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Yesterday was when New
Bernians flocked to the movies
to see a little girl who in her era
was as adored as Shirley
Temple. Honest injun, how
many of you oldsters recall her
namd. Baby Marie Osborne?
Yesterday was when Bertha
Dixon, down at the Trent river
bridge sold scads of boiled
crabs at her shweline shantv.
They were spread out on a table
covered with, newspapers. Hie
crabs were coverM too, with
flies.
Yesterday was when the
tallest tales in town were told by
cronies of Shorty Kafer, who
gathered after hours in the rear
of the family’s bakery on Broad
Street. Most of the ring leaders
are no longer among the living.
Yesterday was when one
thing a kid could always count
on flnding in his Christmas,
stocldng were raisins still on the
stems. >md you could tell which
lads had blabbered to their
parents the truth about Santa
Claus. Mostly they got clothes
instead of toys, as a reward for
worldly wisdom.
Yestei^y was when Her
man Stocks, who walked a night
watchman’s beat for merchants
on Middle Street, reported to
New Bern’s police department
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