This is the first day of National Newspaper Week 2023, the 83rd celebration of newspapers in the U.S. and Canada. Yes, it’s personal for me since I work for a newspaper, but there’s a bigger issue here: Newspapers are needed in a democracy to keep it functioning, which is why you should worry when government attempts to cover up its workings by restricting information that should be open to the public. Transparency matters.
“A free press is the guardian of democracy. In whatever form, it must be preserved.” – Charlotte Tillar Schexnayder (1923-2020), member of the Arkansas House of Representatives and publisher and editor of the Dumas Clarion, Dumas
Now that so many newspapers are being delivered electronically, I might worry about the dog fetching the paper. Cartoon by Jeff Stahler.
And it came in after deadline, too! Image found on Crow202.
The boi has an issue with one of the columnists. Image found on Pinterest.
A good cat keeps up on the news … and the sales. Image found on Pinterest.
I chew on everything. I don’t know why you’re surprised. Image found on cheezburger.
The Sunday paper is pure heaven! Image found on cheezburger.
Who filled in the Sudoku already??? Image found on Pinterest.
No, Mom, I’m putting my paw down. No more reading about Brangelina! They’re so last decade! Image found on The Pet Product Guru.
If he reads it instead of doing his business on it, his grammar will improve. Image found on cheezburger.
You really need to read what’s on the front page! Image found on Pinterest.
My first jobs were as a paperboy. I still know how to fold a newspaper in order to throw it up a flight a stairs. Not sure my Mom was that thrilled when I went off to Boy Scout camp and she had to do my route.
It was 1955. As a plebe Midshipman at USNA I was forced, yes forced, to memorize the front page of the Washington Post every morning for a couple of months, and deliver an oral summary of it to a senior for his edification at the breakfast table. That was the only hazing I actually enjoyed that first academic year! It reinforced my already-developed fascination with the free press.
I'm a retiree in his seventies. That may not be significant to many, since there is a bunch of us Baby Boomers around. However, in the year 2,000, when I received a diagnosis of Multiple Myeloma, I expected to be dead in three to five years.
Serenity is a fuzzy belly 
My first jobs were as a paperboy. I still know how to fold a newspaper in order to throw it up a flight a stairs. Not sure my Mom was that thrilled when I went off to Boy Scout camp and she had to do my route.
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It was 1955. As a plebe Midshipman at USNA I was forced, yes forced, to memorize the front page of the Washington Post every morning for a couple of months, and deliver an oral summary of it to a senior for his edification at the breakfast table. That was the only hazing I actually enjoyed that first academic year! It reinforced my already-developed fascination with the free press.
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What fun it was to work at a small community newspaper where the pressroom was just down the stairs and once I actually got to “stop the presses!”
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