Arizona sun., 1949-10-07
Sunshine"
By Mrs. Nellie Maye Taylor

(The views expressed in this col
umn are those of the writer and
do not necessarily express the edi-
torial opinion of The Arizona Sun.
The Editor.)
Hello there, here and everywhere.
A Negro applied for housing at the
University of Oklahoma. His racial
identity was not revealed on the
application blank. In space desig-
mating race" he simply wrote
American" They had accepted
his money so they had to scurry for
accommodations for him.
On so many application blanks
to schools, insurance and for jobs,
there is a space to be filled in for
race.
A we'll known Christian organi-
Zation, who does its teaching by
correspondence, has a space to be
criminate when it comes face to
face, but when it comes to asking
your identity as to race from cor
respondence in religious literature,
I am through. I don't get the point,
do you?
The Supreme Court returned
from vacation Monday to face an
unusually difficult stack of appeals
involving racial segregation issues.
Paul Robson sang to a crowd of
eleven thousand seven hundred and
forty-seven people on last Friday
night. They were celebrating the
10th anniversary of the California
Eagle, a weekly Negro newspaper.
There was no trouble; everything
quiet and peaceful. That's shows
Robson has lot of friends.
This is National Newspaper week.
Newspapers, range from pamphlets
to modern several page edition.
We all are nosey and interested in
what our neighbors are doing, and
the newspaper is the first medium
of our distant conversation. Re-
gardless how small paper is, there
is very seldom you can resist the
urge to buy newspaper. No mat
ter how many news-broadcasts you
listen to, the average intelligent
person reads a paper. Many things
you don't hear on the radio, you
read in our daily and weekly papers.
Newspapers are product of the
tastes and demands of the readers.
The average paper large or small
portrays the daily life of its read
ers. The Negro newspapers bring
to us what the others fail to give.
However the Negro papers give us,
not only the extremes but all the
news while it is news. The first
years of an editor are not bed of
roses, but more or less a bed of
thorns, after you get a few years
of reporting in your system it en-
circles your veins and regardless
of the cost, you keep holding on.
Usually wherever we go across the
country or across the world, we al
ways appreciate our home town
paper. Regardless how old it is, if
we haven't read it, it is interesting.
The papers hold something of in
tereSt, for all the family from the
stock markets to the funnies, for
fathers and sons; cooking tips and
patterns for mothers and daughters.
Each nationality is interested in
their own paper, after reading the
daily.
Haven't you seen the Chinese,
japanese and Mexican people read
ing their own papers, printed in
their own language, and they seem
to have been enjoying them? You
probably would have enjoyed them
too, if you had understood their
language.
I had daily reporter to tell me
one day that the Negro newspaper
was the most interesting of all
papers. I didn't ask why; I just
sat back and fitted myself for the
wondrous honor of which a little
of it, I claim-why? because I am
like you great part of this vast
Negro universe.
Our thought for today, "The
glory is not in never falling, but in
rising every time you fall" Bye
now-So long-'til then.