"Booker T. Day"

June 24, 1942 was a hot, dull, newsless day at San Francisco police headquarters. The reporters were: bored, thirsty, broke. Then one had an idea: "Let's throw a party. This is Booker T. Washington Day." There really is no such thing, but the energized reporters called every politician they knew, gravely informed them that Booker T. Washington Day was passing uncelebrated. (They explained to doubters that Booker T. was the "founder of the American Newspaper Guild.") By mid-afternoon 64 quarts of assorted liquor, one case of champagne, scores of politicos, plain-clothes men and plain people had arrived. The party was a magnificent success.

Last week the newsmen celebrated again. In the San Francisco Hall of Justice press room, decorated with Shasta daisies and festooned with illuminated guests, 50 bottles of whiskey and four cases of beer were drunk up. Booker T. Day had become an annual affair.

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