My aunt was 18 years old when she started working for Jimmie Omura at the New World Daily News in 1934. Her first assignment was to cover the JACL pre-convention dance on board the SS California in San Francisco. She wrote about what the men wore and the “dance frocks” of the women, and of the rush to the refreshment stands as soon as they opened. For my aunt, it was likely an exciting kick-start to her career in journalism. I wonder if she felt any disappointment when, in the next day’s issue of the paper, her first name was misspelled in a “greeting from staff members” notice. Maybe she didn’t care or maybe she did, there isn’t any way to know for sure. Though if I were an 18 year old assistant-to-the-editor who had recently published her first story, I think I’d be disappointed.