Nothing Lasts-not Even Pain.

But Steel Bars Have Never Yet Kept Out A Mob; It Takes Something A Good Deal Stronger: Human Courage Backed Up By The Consciousness Of Being Right.

A Few Years Ago No Hotel Or Restaurant In Boston Refused Negro Guests; Now Several Hotels, Restaurants, And Especially Confectionary Stores, Will Not Serve Negroes, Even The Best Of Them.

Did You Think You Could Have The Good Without The Evil? Did You Think You Could Have The Joy Without The Sorrow? . . . . I Have Been Thinking Much About Pain. How Could I Help It? . . . . Sooner Or Later, Regardless Of The Wit Of Man, We Have Pain To Face; A Reality; A Final Inescapable, Immutable Fact Of Life. What Poor Souls, If We Have Then No Philosophy To Face It With! This Pain Will Not Last; It Never Has Lasted. I'll Think About What I Am Going To Write Tomorrow-not About Me, Not About My Body.

The Discrimination Is Not Made Openly, But A Negro Who Goes To Such Places Is Informed That There Are No Accommodations, Or He Is Overlooked And Otherwise Slighted, So That He Does Not Come Again.

I Sometimes Think We Expect Too Much Of Christmas Day. We Try To Crowd Into It The Long Arrears Of Kindliness And Humanity Of The Whole Year. As For Me, I Like To Take My Christmas A Little At A Time, All Through The Year.