Back in the good old days… sunlight, truth, and the Americanway meant something…
A blast from the pastSunshine Magazine
in which the picture above shows front and back. I want to key in on just the back and the excerpts from an editorial in the New York Sun…
He Is an American
He hears an airplane overhead, and if he looks up at all, does so in security, neither in fear nor in the hope of seeing a protector.
His wife goes marketing, and her purchases are limited by her needs, tastes, and budget, but not by decree.
He comes home of an evening through streets which are well lighted, not dimly in blue.
He reads his newspaper, and knows that what it says is not concocted by a bureau, but and honest, untrammeled effort to present the truth.
He belongs to such fraternal organizations and clubs…
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