The Harlem News

There is a sweet symphony somewhere; tune in and get it.

Yes, that's sweet symphony somewhere; shift your dials until you find it, then sit back and let it into your soul; you will be much better by it.

It's a sad fact that not every music you hear is a symphony. There are peppy jazzes and melancholy dirges that afford no uplift whatever—tune away from them. You have a right to the best there is. Aren't you keeping up a perfectly good receiving set?

But you won't get the best in the world unless you tune in for it. The worst will din your ears if you don't tune it out; it will bore you to death— and keep you looking sour while you live.

I am mighty careful of my receiving set. I feed it, clothe it, house it with jealous care; I never permit it to become rusty or dusty. I give it eight hours of heartening toil every working day; that causes it to appreciate the symphonics that are here for the tuning in.

If "static" bothers me, I turn my dials away from it. That's the only way to get rid of it.

When I see a sour, repellent face, I have to struggle to keep from shouting: get away from that static!

Then there's the ballyhoo—the peddlers—that never lay off, even on Sunday—in this commercialized age. If I tire of them I tune 'em out.

There's often good music, though, along with a peddlers' program. In fact, there is good in everything, as Shakespeare says, if we just tune in for it.

If this world is to be made better for us, we must try being better ourselves and tune in for everything that ennobles and enriches the soul.