Typovision, p. 16
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Typovision, p. 16
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"Just as those of the very young giggled when someone more or less tunelessly burst forth with the song, “The Old Gray Mare, She Ain’t What She Used to Be…,” and just as those of my generation have recently been tapping gloriously happy steps to the tune, “There’ll Be Some Changes Made,” so many of us are looking forward optimistically to the time which is not far distant when many of our practices, mores – when even many of our desires will have weathered the transition period and exist in totally different form.
To an oppressed people, the change is a promise of happiness.
Others, having heard the voice of the bombshell, are attuned to the fact that the change is begun, but are alternately fearful, hopeful, even hesitant.
This Fourth of July, when it has ended, will provide a different story for the news commentators. Their information will concern battles won, and men and ships lost – but in addition, they will tell of the hundreds of factories and other concerns where “Business as Usual” signs were displayed through the presence of the thousands of workers who did not play this holiday. For so long the Fourth of July has been synonymous with the term picnic, that to call it a work-day is hardly conceivable, except it’s just another of the many changes – which many of us are optimistic about.
This Fourth of July, I (and his hundreds of other friends, relatives and co-workers) will have to get along without the company of my life-long friend, Clenoth Anthony. He and his brother, Richard, left for the armed forces Friday – Just another of the changes. Clen, as we call him, knew me when I was knee-high to “something small,” and I humbly ask the “war widows” if they will move over and let me have a spot on their “mourner’s bench.” However, even if I shed a tear from one eye, the other is glistening joyfully over the fact that in Clenoth, Uncle Sam has taken unto his fold a radio expert destined, perhaps, to avert many an unfortunate accident.
Among the things I am storing away to show my grandchildren, I placed this week a leather purse-size folder, designed so that it might easily be called a miniature portable desk. It has compartments for everything a newspaperwoman might need to be carrying around with her. The useful article (which I shall not use) was beautifully inscribed and presented to me by the Artisite club at a reception Sunday. A delightful musical program preceded the presentation and reception, with the president of the group, talented in organization and leadership, serving as mistress of ceremonies. She is Mrs. Berneice Hereford.
Candling eggs so that they can be graded for the market, an egg candler who has been working at the job for only three weeks, says she handles 15 cases of eggs a day.
According to a government official, the United States expects the county’s production of eggs to be increased this year 532,000,000 dozen. Last year, it is estimated that the country produced about 3,239,915,000 dozen eggs – Not counting the ones my pet biddy laid.
The egg-a-day tribe suggests that maybe you would like the following: To one well beaten fresh (or what passes for fresh) egg, add a large glass of whole milk, dash of nutmeg or splash of vanilla, and serve over your breakfast cereal, on which you have already sprinkled your allotted one-eighth teaspoon of sugar.
Perhaps you would like to know that the king of Greece is reported very fond of American Negro Folk songs.
A Pullman man in the yard is able to recognize which cars have certain floor plans by the names that are used. The “lake” series. that is, Lake Annex, etc., are cars containing 10 sections, one drawing room and two compartments. The “clover” series contain eight sections and five compartments. Have you noticed an “octopus” series? – Or aren’t you interested in becoming a Pullman man in the yard?
Friends who have written me – many, long, long ago – with hearty hellos for all of the column’s readers include Gordon Roger Parks, who finds other photographers in Washington, D.C., jolly good fellows; Major Maurice M. Shaw, who says Fort Huachuca, Ariz., is a hot country; Christine Lewis, who likes her government job in the nation’s capital; Percy R. Hines, from Texarkana, Ark.; some Fort Custer, Mich., and “away-down-South” soldiers, and Lloyd L. Lewis, who is “somewhere” in Australia.
Ruth J. Sarver is also among those who write, she has had a most enjoyable week end in Atlantic City, N.J., since taking over her government job in Washington, D.C., this winter.
Because her prospective bridegroom is “somewhere” in the armed forces, Roola Burns simply shows a few friends the pretty diamond she is wearing, and says, “We’ll have an announcement later.”
The Walls sisters, singing in flowing orchid gowns and wearing corsages of talisman rose buds made a beautiful picture Thursday evening against the scenery of trees which formed the background for the Du Sable staged. Marva Louis, sister-in-law to one of the five charming young women, introduced them to the small, but apparently well-pleased crowd. The music was exquisite. And two of the daughters of the quintet sang “Jesus Loves Me.” The little singers being about three years of age, won the hearts of the audience, immediately. The program was given to benefit the nursery at 4130 Indiana avenue.
Mrs. Blanche Roberson, one of the 12 sisters, was a visitor in the city this week. She came from St. Louis, MO., to be present at a family reunion dinner given by her sister. Mrs. Irene Rodgers of 6032 Elizabeth. Mrs. Roberson was also the guest of another sister, Mrs. Luetta M. Marshall, of Downers Grove at a luncheon Wednesday afternoon. While remaining in the city she is the guest of her sister, Mrs. Annie Stowers. There are 11 sisters in Chicago.
A dance revue, June 29 with James Anderson, 14-year-old dance instructor and Englewood high school pupil, is to take place at the Skyloft theatre, Good Shepherd Community center, 5120 South Parkway. James has Rosaie Dorsey and his associate producer. He is the son of Mr. and Mrs. James E. Anderson, 6321 St. Lawrence."
To an oppressed people, the change is a promise of happiness.
Others, having heard the voice of the bombshell, are attuned to the fact that the change is begun, but are alternately fearful, hopeful, even hesitant.
This Fourth of July, when it has ended, will provide a different story for the news commentators. Their information will concern battles won, and men and ships lost – but in addition, they will tell of the hundreds of factories and other concerns where “Business as Usual” signs were displayed through the presence of the thousands of workers who did not play this holiday. For so long the Fourth of July has been synonymous with the term picnic, that to call it a work-day is hardly conceivable, except it’s just another of the many changes – which many of us are optimistic about.
This Fourth of July, I (and his hundreds of other friends, relatives and co-workers) will have to get along without the company of my life-long friend, Clenoth Anthony. He and his brother, Richard, left for the armed forces Friday – Just another of the changes. Clen, as we call him, knew me when I was knee-high to “something small,” and I humbly ask the “war widows” if they will move over and let me have a spot on their “mourner’s bench.” However, even if I shed a tear from one eye, the other is glistening joyfully over the fact that in Clenoth, Uncle Sam has taken unto his fold a radio expert destined, perhaps, to avert many an unfortunate accident.
Among the things I am storing away to show my grandchildren, I placed this week a leather purse-size folder, designed so that it might easily be called a miniature portable desk. It has compartments for everything a newspaperwoman might need to be carrying around with her. The useful article (which I shall not use) was beautifully inscribed and presented to me by the Artisite club at a reception Sunday. A delightful musical program preceded the presentation and reception, with the president of the group, talented in organization and leadership, serving as mistress of ceremonies. She is Mrs. Berneice Hereford.
Candling eggs so that they can be graded for the market, an egg candler who has been working at the job for only three weeks, says she handles 15 cases of eggs a day.
According to a government official, the United States expects the county’s production of eggs to be increased this year 532,000,000 dozen. Last year, it is estimated that the country produced about 3,239,915,000 dozen eggs – Not counting the ones my pet biddy laid.
The egg-a-day tribe suggests that maybe you would like the following: To one well beaten fresh (or what passes for fresh) egg, add a large glass of whole milk, dash of nutmeg or splash of vanilla, and serve over your breakfast cereal, on which you have already sprinkled your allotted one-eighth teaspoon of sugar.
Perhaps you would like to know that the king of Greece is reported very fond of American Negro Folk songs.
A Pullman man in the yard is able to recognize which cars have certain floor plans by the names that are used. The “lake” series. that is, Lake Annex, etc., are cars containing 10 sections, one drawing room and two compartments. The “clover” series contain eight sections and five compartments. Have you noticed an “octopus” series? – Or aren’t you interested in becoming a Pullman man in the yard?
Friends who have written me – many, long, long ago – with hearty hellos for all of the column’s readers include Gordon Roger Parks, who finds other photographers in Washington, D.C., jolly good fellows; Major Maurice M. Shaw, who says Fort Huachuca, Ariz., is a hot country; Christine Lewis, who likes her government job in the nation’s capital; Percy R. Hines, from Texarkana, Ark.; some Fort Custer, Mich., and “away-down-South” soldiers, and Lloyd L. Lewis, who is “somewhere” in Australia.
Ruth J. Sarver is also among those who write, she has had a most enjoyable week end in Atlantic City, N.J., since taking over her government job in Washington, D.C., this winter.
Because her prospective bridegroom is “somewhere” in the armed forces, Roola Burns simply shows a few friends the pretty diamond she is wearing, and says, “We’ll have an announcement later.”
The Walls sisters, singing in flowing orchid gowns and wearing corsages of talisman rose buds made a beautiful picture Thursday evening against the scenery of trees which formed the background for the Du Sable staged. Marva Louis, sister-in-law to one of the five charming young women, introduced them to the small, but apparently well-pleased crowd. The music was exquisite. And two of the daughters of the quintet sang “Jesus Loves Me.” The little singers being about three years of age, won the hearts of the audience, immediately. The program was given to benefit the nursery at 4130 Indiana avenue.
Mrs. Blanche Roberson, one of the 12 sisters, was a visitor in the city this week. She came from St. Louis, MO., to be present at a family reunion dinner given by her sister. Mrs. Irene Rodgers of 6032 Elizabeth. Mrs. Roberson was also the guest of another sister, Mrs. Luetta M. Marshall, of Downers Grove at a luncheon Wednesday afternoon. While remaining in the city she is the guest of her sister, Mrs. Annie Stowers. There are 11 sisters in Chicago.
A dance revue, June 29 with James Anderson, 14-year-old dance instructor and Englewood high school pupil, is to take place at the Skyloft theatre, Good Shepherd Community center, 5120 South Parkway. James has Rosaie Dorsey and his associate producer. He is the son of Mr. and Mrs. James E. Anderson, 6321 St. Lawrence."
Creator
Elizabeth Galbreath
Publisher
The Chicago Defender
Date
1942-7-4
Collection
Citation
Elizabeth Galbreath, “Typovision, p. 16,” African American Fourth of July, accessed May 3, 2024, https://africanamerican4th.omeka.net/items/show/66.