Memphis World
Memphis World Publishing Co.
1960-03-05
Thaddeus T. Stokes

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You Can Count On Her
Every day is a birthday or anniversary for someone, but
today, we think, is especially worth noting. It's the 48th anniversary 
of the Girl Scours.
Since the first Girl Scout troop was formed in 1912, almost
14 million American girls and women have learned basic and
important lessons of citizenship in Girl Scouting.
This is a unique achievement not only because great numbers 
of girls and women have been involved but because Girl
Scout citizenship training has maintained its fresh and creative
approach through the years.
Teaching youngsters to respect the flag, to serve their communities, 
and to keep themselves ready and alert for all emergencies 
is the chief business of Girl Scouting.
When the Girl Scouts, in their anniversary theme, say "You
can Count on Her" they mean just that.
In this community, we are fortunate that we can "also
count on the many men and women volunteers in Girl Scouting
who make Scouting available to our daughters.
Happy Birthday, Girl Scouts!

Senatorial Race

Judge Andrew (Tip) Taylor has entered the race for U.S.
Senator and will oppose Senator Estes Kefauver in the August
Democratic primary. Still undecided is former Governor Frank
Clement, who is also considered a likely contender for the nomination. 

Frankly we had hoped Judge Taylor would stay out of
this race and run for governor two years from now as Governor
Buford Ellington cannot succeed himself. As matters stood, it
looked as if Judge Taylor could have the governor's office "on
a silver platter" as it were. Now he is going into the ring
against an "old pro" and when he emerges, and we think
Senator Kefauver will win, he will be badly battered and scarred, 
with enough enemies to hurt his chances for the governorship 
two years hence.
We cannot see that Judge Taylor or former. Governor Clement 
have anything to offer that would incline us to favor
either of them over Senator Kefauver. If Judge Taylor is tied
up with Justin Potter of Nashville, arch enemy of TVA, we can
see a bitter campaign ahead, but we will stay with Kefauver.

BETWEEN THE LINES

This hate sheet shocked me beyond 
description. On one side of
the sheet was the crudely drawn
picture of an ape described thus:
animal wool, on head, groove in
skull, prognathous jaw, large negroid 
mouth, forward slanting pelvis, 
short ape thumbs, short legs,
round ape shins, large feet, syphilis
carrier, protruding heel, prehensile
toe, big Hands, weak lower limbs,
black ape color, long arms, ape
smell, small brain, melon-shaped
head.
On the other side of the sheet
was drawn the same figure and
called The Negro (Africanus) and
to him was attributed all the characteristics 
assigned to the ape.
Along with the illustrative figure
was a writen description which
was designed to show how close
Negroes are to the ape.
Of course anthropoligist have
long since renounced the attempted 
effort to show any special parallel 
betwen apes and the colored 
races. For apes have thin lips
and straight hair like the white
man.
It is obvious that the hate literature 
contains a "big lie" which
Hitler said if told long enough and
well enough, would win its way.
But the real fact is, hate literature
is not designed to meet the reason,
but the feelings, and as such reason
has but slight effect in any given
situation.
Those to whom this hate literature 
is addressed will not stop
to reason, but proceed with an
aroused hatred for the Negro race.
When we read this scurrilous, putrid, 
venomous scandalous stuff, we
grew sick at heart to think that
millions are, now being pooled to
carry on the vicious campaign.
There is jjust one ray of hope
in this nefarious atempt to foil a
race in its attempt to enjoy full
citizenship which has been purchased 
at the price of sweat and
tears and Woodland that is,
sometimes We can over-kill an enemy 
and there by make friends and
sympathizers for his Cause. Let us
fervenetly hope and pray that this
may be the current situation where
the issue of states' and civil rights'
are being fought stubbornly in the
halls of Congress.
The current campaign against
the Negro to the nation's dirty
work and as such cannot be
shrugged off by the Negro and the
nation. This scurrilous campaign is
just as threatening as the wave
of communism which is currently
an evil possibility for the whole
world.
Negroes cannot finance an equally 
strong campaign to counter the
one that is currently hate-mongering 
on a large scale, but Negroes
can buckle down to the matter of
Christian living which has in it
more potency than the current
hate campaign.
The behaviour of the race under
these gruelling circumstances will
determine how effectively we can
counter the current campaign with
Christian living.
Every Negro must make of himself 
a missionary of human brotherhood 
and our teachers and
preachers and press must lay it
upon the heart of the Negroes that
the "big lie" promulgated in the
hate literature, cannot be argued
away, but it can be lived down.
The honest upright and Christian
Negro is the hope of the situation.
Here, as in the area of athletics
and sports, performance is the
strongest argument for the larger
place we strive to attain in the nation 
and the world.
It is a question of agonizing importance 
as to how this nation
can afford to allow the mails to be
used with impunity by the hatemongers. 
With communism battering 
on our very doors, we cannot
understand how our nation can afford 
such divisive tactics as the
hate-mongers are currently using.
They say that Nero fiddled while
Rome burned; we are made to
wonder who is fiddling in this
country, while communism is eating 
away at the vitals of the nation. 
The patriot cannot look with
indifference upon the tragic possibilities 
that inhere in the Cuban
situation.
This country needs "more gloomy
deans" and some weeping prophets
of the Jeremish type

Hatemongering: Dirty Work

This hate sheet shocked me beyond 
description. On one side of
the sheet was the crudely drawn
picture of an ape described thus:
animal wool, on head, groove in
skull, prognathous jaw, large negroid 
mouth, forward slanting pelvis, 
short ape thumbs, short legs,
round ape shins, large feet, syphilis
carrier, protruding heel, prehensile
toe, big Hands, weak lower limbs,
black ape color, long arms, ape
smell, small brain, melon-shaped
head.
On the other side of the sheet
was drawn the same figure and
called The Negro (Africanus) and
to him was attributed all the characteristics 
assigned to the ape.
Along with the illustrative figure
was a writen description which
was designed to show how close
Negroes are to the ape.
Of course anthropoligist have
long since renounced the attempted 
effort to show any special parallel 
betwen apes and the colored 
races. For apes have thin lips
and straight hair like the white
man.
It is obvious that the hate literature 
contains a "big lie" which
Hitler said if told long enough and
well enough, would win its way.
But the real fact is, hate literature
is not designed to meet the reason,
but the feelings, and as such reason
has but slight effect in any given
situation.
Those to whom this hate literature 
is addressed will not stop
to reason, but proceed with an
aroused hatred for the Negro race.
When we read this scurrilous, putrid, 
venomous scandalous stuff, we
grew sick at heart to think that
millions are, now being pooled to
carry on the vicious campaign.
There is jjust one ray of hope
in this nefarious atempt to foil a
race in its attempt to enjoy full
citizenship which has been purchased 
at the price of sweat and
tears and Woodland that is,
sometimes We can over-kill an enemy 
and there by make friends and
sympathizers for his Cause. Let us
fervenetly hope and pray that this
may be the current situation where
the issue of states' and civil rights'
are being fought stubbornly in the
halls of Congress.
The current campaign against
the Negro to the nation's dirty
work and as such cannot be
shrugged off by the Negro and the
nation. This scurrilous campaign is
just as threatening as the wave
of communism which is currently
an evil possibility for the whole
world.
Negroes cannot finance an equally 
strong campaign to counter the
one that is currently hate-mongering 
on a large scale, but Negroes
can buckle down to the matter of
Christian living which has in it
more potency than the current
hate campaign.
The behaviour of the race under
these gruelling circumstances will
determine how effectively we can
counter the current campaign with
Christian living.
Every Negro must make of himself 
a missionary of human brotherhood 
and our teachers and
preachers and press must lay it
upon the heart of the Negroes that
the "big lie" promulgated in the
hate literature, cannot be argued
away, but it can be lived down.
The honest upright and Christian
Negro is the hope of the situation.
Here, as in the area of athletics
and sports, performance is the
strongest argument for the larger
place we strive to attain in the nation 
and the world.
It is a question of agonizing importance 
as to how this nation
can afford to allow the mails to be
used with impunity by the hatemongers. 
With communism battering 
on our very doors, we cannot
understand how our nation can afford 
such divisive tactics as the
hate-mongers are currently using.
They say that Nero fiddled while
Rome burned; we are made to
wonder who is fiddling in this
country, while communism is eating 
away at the vitals of the nation. 
The patriot cannot look with
indifference upon the tragic possibilities 
that inhere in the Cuban
situation.
This country needs "more gloomy
deans" and some weeping prophets
of the Jeremish type

HEART-SICKENING

This hate sheet shocked me beyond 
description. On one side of
the sheet was the crudely drawn
picture of an ape described thus:
animal wool, on head, groove in
skull, prognathous jaw, large negroid 
mouth, forward slanting pelvis, 
short ape thumbs, short legs,
round ape shins, large feet, syphilis
carrier, protruding heel, prehensile
toe, big Hands, weak lower limbs,
black ape color, long arms, ape
smell, small brain, melon-shaped
head.
On the other side of the sheet
was drawn the same figure and
called The Negro (Africanus) and
to him was attributed all the characteristics 
assigned to the ape.
Along with the illustrative figure
was a writen description which
was designed to show how close
Negroes are to the ape.
Of course anthropoligist have
long since renounced the attempted 
effort to show any special parallel 
betwen apes and the colored 
races. For apes have thin lips
and straight hair like the white
man.
It is obvious that the hate literature 
contains a "big lie" which
Hitler said if told long enough and
well enough, would win its way.
But the real fact is, hate literature
is not designed to meet the reason,
but the feelings, and as such reason
has but slight effect in any given
situation.
Those to whom this hate literature 
is addressed will not stop
to reason, but proceed with an
aroused hatred for the Negro race.
When we read this scurrilous, putrid, 
venomous scandalous stuff, we
grew sick at heart to think that
millions are, now being pooled to
carry on the vicious campaign.
There is jjust one ray of hope
in this nefarious atempt to foil a
race in its attempt to enjoy full
citizenship which has been purchased 
at the price of sweat and
tears and Woodland that is,
sometimes We can over-kill an enemy 
and there by make friends and
sympathizers for his Cause. Let us
fervenetly hope and pray that this
may be the current situation where
the issue of states' and civil rights'
are being fought stubbornly in the
halls of Congress.
The current campaign against
the Negro to the nation's dirty
work and as such cannot be
shrugged off by the Negro and the
nation. This scurrilous campaign is
just as threatening as the wave
of communism which is currently
an evil possibility for the whole
world.
Negroes cannot finance an equally 
strong campaign to counter the
one that is currently hate-mongering 
on a large scale, but Negroes
can buckle down to the matter of
Christian living which has in it
more potency than the current
hate campaign.
The behaviour of the race under
these gruelling circumstances will
determine how effectively we can
counter the current campaign with
Christian living.
Every Negro must make of himself 
a missionary of human brotherhood 
and our teachers and
preachers and press must lay it
upon the heart of the Negroes that
the "big lie" promulgated in the
hate literature, cannot be argued
away, but it can be lived down.
The honest upright and Christian
Negro is the hope of the situation.
Here, as in the area of athletics
and sports, performance is the
strongest argument for the larger
place we strive to attain in the nation 
and the world.
It is a question of agonizing importance 
as to how this nation
can afford to allow the mails to be
used with impunity by the hatemongers. 
With communism battering 
on our very doors, we cannot
understand how our nation can afford 
such divisive tactics as the
hate-mongers are currently using.
They say that Nero fiddled while
Rome burned; we are made to
wonder who is fiddling in this
country, while communism is eating 
away at the vitals of the nation. 
The patriot cannot look with
indifference upon the tragic possibilities 
that inhere in the Cuban
situation.
This country needs "more gloomy
deans" and some weeping prophets
of the Jeremish type

STRONG ARGUMENT

This hate sheet shocked me beyond 
description. On one side of
the sheet was the crudely drawn
picture of an ape described thus:
animal wool, on head, groove in
skull, prognathous jaw, large negroid 
mouth, forward slanting pelvis, 
short ape thumbs, short legs,
round ape shins, large feet, syphilis
carrier, protruding heel, prehensile
toe, big Hands, weak lower limbs,
black ape color, long arms, ape
smell, small brain, melon-shaped
head.
On the other side of the sheet
was drawn the same figure and
called The Negro (Africanus) and
to him was attributed all the characteristics 
assigned to the ape.
Along with the illustrative figure
was a writen description which
was designed to show how close
Negroes are to the ape.
Of course anthropoligist have
long since renounced the attempted 
effort to show any special parallel 
betwen apes and the colored 
races. For apes have thin lips
and straight hair like the white
man.
It is obvious that the hate literature 
contains a "big lie" which
Hitler said if told long enough and
well enough, would win its way.
But the real fact is, hate literature
is not designed to meet the reason,
but the feelings, and as such reason
has but slight effect in any given
situation.
Those to whom this hate literature 
is addressed will not stop
to reason, but proceed with an
aroused hatred for the Negro race.
When we read this scurrilous, putrid, 
venomous scandalous stuff, we
grew sick at heart to think that
millions are, now being pooled to
carry on the vicious campaign.
There is jjust one ray of hope
in this nefarious atempt to foil a
race in its attempt to enjoy full
citizenship which has been purchased 
at the price of sweat and
tears and Woodland that is,
sometimes We can over-kill an enemy 
and there by make friends and
sympathizers for his Cause. Let us
fervenetly hope and pray that this
may be the current situation where
the issue of states' and civil rights'
are being fought stubbornly in the
halls of Congress.
The current campaign against
the Negro to the nation's dirty
work and as such cannot be
shrugged off by the Negro and the
nation. This scurrilous campaign is
just as threatening as the wave
of communism which is currently
an evil possibility for the whole
world.
Negroes cannot finance an equally 
strong campaign to counter the
one that is currently hate-mongering 
on a large scale, but Negroes
can buckle down to the matter of
Christian living which has in it
more potency than the current
hate campaign.
The behaviour of the race under
these gruelling circumstances will
determine how effectively we can
counter the current campaign with
Christian living.
Every Negro must make of himself 
a missionary of human brotherhood 
and our teachers and
preachers and press must lay it
upon the heart of the Negroes that
the "big lie" promulgated in the
hate literature, cannot be argued
away, but it can be lived down.
The honest upright and Christian
Negro is the hope of the situation.
Here, as in the area of athletics
and sports, performance is the
strongest argument for the larger
place we strive to attain in the nation 
and the world.
It is a question of agonizing importance 
as to how this nation
can afford to allow the mails to be
used with impunity by the hatemongers. 
With communism battering 
on our very doors, we cannot
understand how our nation can afford 
such divisive tactics as the
hate-mongers are currently using.
They say that Nero fiddled while
Rome burned; we are made to
wonder who is fiddling in this
country, while communism is eating 
away at the vitals of the nation. 
The patriot cannot look with
indifference upon the tragic possibilities 
that inhere in the Cuban
situation.
This country needs "more gloomy
deans" and some weeping prophets
of the Jeremish type

Nine Students

threat by over 1,000 students at the
Alabama institution to resign enmasse 
if the edict is carried out.
They also threatened to wage an
economic boycott on white merchants 
downtown area.
The nine students were identified
as: Bernard Lee of Norfolk, Va.,
the student leader; St. John Dixon
of National City, Calif.; Edward E.
Jones of Chicago, Ill.; Howard
Shipman of New York City; Elroy
Emory of Ragland, Ala.; Joseph
Peterson of New Castles, Pa.;
and Mazette Watts of Montgomery.

Integration At
Home Lags Behind
Air Force Abroad
Integration, which is still a burning, 
issue in America, is no longer
a major problem in the United
States Air Forces in Europe, according 
to the March issue of EBONY
Magazine.
In Germany and France, the magazine 
reports, Negroes are commanding 
white men and White men
are commanding Negroes without
friction or fuss. In the churches,
which are at least 20 years ahead
of civilian churches, Negro chaplains 
are administering to predominantly-white 
congregations.
A Negro, EBONY reveals, is one
of the top four officers in the US
AFE (United States Air Forces ) in
Europe) command. Major General
Benjamin Oliver Davis, former commander 
of the famed 99th Pursuit
Squadron, is deputy chief of staff
for operations. He is the highestranking 
Negro officer in armed services 
history. As operations chief,
Major General Davis supervises the
heart of the USAFE command, the
combat arm. Should war come US
AFE fighters, bombers and missiles
will bear the brunt of the West's
defensive and offensive, efforts. It
is Davis' job to prepare USAFE
for its mission. No other Negro in
American history, the magazine
says has been entrusted with such
a heavy responsibility.
EBONY reporters traveled 9,000
miles to background the photo story.
Airmen and officers interviewed
said the program, which began in
1949, is working well. But they listed 
several areas of tension. Love
is one problem. There are periodic
crises over German and French
women and Negro men. Intermarriage 
is also a sore thumb.
Most Negro officers said, however,
that they are treated fairly by their
white colleagues and commanders.
Captain William King, a chaplain
from Talladega, Alabama, put it
this way. "The battle has been
fought and won in here and nobody
thinks of it anymore. Before the
integration program started, a man
who was for integration had to be
pretty shrewd to keep out of trouble. 
Now if you are against it, you
have to be pretty shrewd to stay
out of trouble."

Dr. Mays Speaks
In Norfolk, Va.
Dr.
Benjamin E. Mays, president of
Morehouse College of Atlanta. Ga.,
called for travelers on the high
road of life where men recognize
the fatherhood of God and the brotherhood 
of man in his address
here last week at the preaching
mission at the Norfolk Arena.
Speaking at the mission which
is now interracial and unsegregated, 
Dr. Mays said only those who
choose to walk on the high road
of life are really free. They are
free from race hatred and prejudice, 
he said.
About 1,800 people heard the educator 
who was introduced as a
leader in the field of education and
race relations. There was a small
number of whites and more than
three-fourths of the people in attendance 
were Negroes.
White people have dropped out
since the 1954 Supreme Court desegregation 
decision. And recent
developments, the latest being the
sit-down protest against counter
segregation, clearly are driving lots
of white people in Virginia and
other sections of the South away
from anything resembling racial
integration even though it be a
matter of religious worship.

Caucus On

kill, it. The motion was not debatable. 

In an attempt to stave off the
defeat, southerners present made
two desperate atempts to force adjournment 
of the Senate. The first
was crushed, 64-6, and the second,
65-7. The Dixie forces also demanded 
three separate quorom calls.
Later, Sen. Sam J. Ervin, Jr., DN. 
C., offered an amendment which
would reduce the administration's
proposed punishment for anyone
obstructing court-ordered school integration. 
It would trim the maximum 
penalty from two years in
prison and a $10,000 fine to one
year imprisonment and a $1,000
fine.
Throughout the day and into the
night southerners spelled one another 
on the Senate floor.
Long took up the fight at 2 p. m.
with a complaint against Johnson's
lack of "courtesy" in calling for a
pre-dawn vote on his amendment.
He said the maneuver was "extremely 
unwise" because it made
Johnson's "cohorts" lose sleep.
Long termed his proposal a "free
speech" amendment that would per
mit opponents of integration to
speak out.
He said the day would come when
the Supreme Court would desegregate 
private schools, private clubs
and restaurants, and his amendment 
would guarantee the right to
advocate "privacy and to choose
one's own associates."
Earlier, Sen. Olin D. Johnston,
D-S.C., charged that Communists
had infiltrated Congress and the
National Association for the Advancement 
of Colored People, and
were behind racial strife in the
South.
He said the Negro sitdown strikes
in southern restaurants were "Commonist-inspired" 
and "Communistorganized." 


SPELL EACH OTHER

kill, it. The motion was not debatable. 

In an attempt to stave off the
defeat, southerners present made
two desperate atempts to force adjournment 
of the Senate. The first
was crushed, 64-6, and the second,
65-7. The Dixie forces also demanded 
three separate quorom calls.
Later, Sen. Sam J. Ervin, Jr., DN. 
C., offered an amendment which
would reduce the administration's
proposed punishment for anyone
obstructing court-ordered school integration. 
It would trim the maximum 
penalty from two years in
prison and a $10,000 fine to one
year imprisonment and a $1,000
fine.
Throughout the day and into the
night southerners spelled one another 
on the Senate floor.
Long took up the fight at 2 p. m.
with a complaint against Johnson's
lack of "courtesy" in calling for a
pre-dawn vote on his amendment.
He said the maneuver was "extremely 
unwise" because it made
Johnson's "cohorts" lose sleep.
Long termed his proposal a "free
speech" amendment that would per
mit opponents of integration to
speak out.
He said the day would come when
the Supreme Court would desegregate 
private schools, private clubs
and restaurants, and his amendment 
would guarantee the right to
advocate "privacy and to choose
one's own associates."
Earlier, Sen. Olin D. Johnston,
D-S.C., charged that Communists
had infiltrated Congress and the
National Association for the Advancement 
of Colored People, and
were behind racial strife in the
South.
He said the Negro sitdown strikes
in southern restaurants were "Commonist-inspired" 
and "Communistorganized." 


White Students

distributed them to the demonstrators. 

Seven Negroes were arrested earlier 
Wednesday at another, Nashville 
bus station, There were further 
demonstrations at a number
of Nashville stores including two
large department stores and at
each the lunch counters, were closed.

Officers Expose Of
Narcotics Just Hoax
The investigation 
of Chicago's 11,000 man
police force which has turned up
corruption, collusion, vice and
bribery now has something new.
It's policeman who by his own
description of himself is a "stupid
liar."
He is 31 year old Raphael B
Cooke, a Negro assigned to sprawling 
Wabash avenue station commanded 
by Chicago's only Negro
police captain, Kinzie Blueitt.
Early last week, he told Capt.
Blueitt that he wrapped talcum
powder in tin foil and substituted
it for two packets of a white
powder, presumably herion, he
found in the car of a motorist he
had stopped.
In the statement he signed for
Capt. Joseph Morris, of the narcotics 
detail, later, he said another
policeman, James Huff, asked him
at the police station what charge

he had against the driver, Marion
West, 30 and that Huff told him:
"He's not a bad fellow. Give him a
break."
Later in the week, Cooke backed
down and told reporters it was all
a lie. He refused to sign an immunity 
and testify before the grand
jury.
But in denying his first story, he
told a second of widespread narcotics 
peddling in Chicago high
schools which police said an investigation 
does' not substantiate.
"At Englewood High alone,"
Cooke said, "the pushers collect
$ 800 a day from Belling dope to
the students."
He insisted that narcotics also
were peddled at Chicago Vocational,
Wendell Phillips, DuSable, Dunbar
and Hyde Park high schools.

SUBSTITUTES TALCUM
POWDER FOR HEROIN
The investigation 
of Chicago's 11,000 man
police force which has turned up
corruption, collusion, vice and
bribery now has something new.
It's policeman who by his own
description of himself is a "stupid
liar."
He is 31 year old Raphael B
Cooke, a Negro assigned to sprawling 
Wabash avenue station commanded 
by Chicago's only Negro
police captain, Kinzie Blueitt.
Early last week, he told Capt.
Blueitt that he wrapped talcum
powder in tin foil and substituted
it for two packets of a white
powder, presumably herion, he
found in the car of a motorist he
had stopped.
In the statement he signed for
Capt. Joseph Morris, of the narcotics 
detail, later, he said another
policeman, James Huff, asked him
at the police station what charge

he had against the driver, Marion
West, 30 and that Huff told him:
"He's not a bad fellow. Give him a
break."
Later in the week, Cooke backed
down and told reporters it was all
a lie. He refused to sign an immunity 
and testify before the grand
jury.
But in denying his first story, he
told a second of widespread narcotics 
peddling in Chicago high
schools which police said an investigation 
does' not substantiate.
"At Englewood High alone,"
Cooke said, "the pushers collect
$ 800 a day from Belling dope to
the students."
He insisted that narcotics also
were peddled at Chicago Vocational,
Wendell Phillips, DuSable, Dunbar
and Hyde Park high schools.

SAYS "IT WAS ALL A LIE"
The investigation 
of Chicago's 11,000 man
police force which has turned up
corruption, collusion, vice and
bribery now has something new.
It's policeman who by his own
description of himself is a "stupid
liar."
He is 31 year old Raphael B
Cooke, a Negro assigned to sprawling 
Wabash avenue station commanded 
by Chicago's only Negro
police captain, Kinzie Blueitt.
Early last week, he told Capt.
Blueitt that he wrapped talcum
powder in tin foil and substituted
it for two packets of a white
powder, presumably herion, he
found in the car of a motorist he
had stopped.
In the statement he signed for
Capt. Joseph Morris, of the narcotics 
detail, later, he said another
policeman, James Huff, asked him
at the police station what charge

he had against the driver, Marion
West, 30 and that Huff told him:
"He's not a bad fellow. Give him a
break."
Later in the week, Cooke backed
down and told reporters it was all
a lie. He refused to sign an immunity 
and testify before the grand
jury.
But in denying his first story, he
told a second of widespread narcotics 
peddling in Chicago high
schools which police said an investigation 
does' not substantiate.
"At Englewood High alone,"
Cooke said, "the pushers collect
$ 800 a day from Belling dope to
the students."
He insisted that narcotics also
were peddled at Chicago Vocational,
Wendell Phillips, DuSable, Dunbar
and Hyde Park high schools.


THE LAND IS BRIGHT
BY JIM KJELGAARD
Copyright © 1958 by Jim Kjelgaard. Reprinted by permission
or the publisher, Dodd, Mead & Co., Inc. Distributed by K.F.S.
Ralph Campbell was one of the Virginians 
that believed family traditions
and sectional loyalties came first in
either war or peace. His older eon,
Macklyn, agreed with him and gave
up a commission as colonel in the
U. S. Army to serve the Confederacy.
Ralph's younger son, Colin, the judge
of the district of Denbury, was
swayed between adherence to his father's 
wishes and his feeling of duty
to the Union.
Besides this problem, Colin is having 
trouble with his aristocratic fiancee, 
Jeannie Dare. She is not tolerant
of his courtesy to two "poor whites"
who struck up an acquaintanceship
with him during a trial. Ling and
Ann Stewart of the backwoods region
of Hobbs Creek, Under the circumstances, 
the promise of diversion from
his problems that is presented by
Ling's invitation to hunt for game at
Hobbs Creek is alluring to Judge
Campbell. However, he feels duty
bound to visit petulant Jeannie and
is recaptivated by her beguiling
charm before going to hunt with
Ling.
Now, along the way to the Stewarts. 
Colin has stopped at the scene
of a breath-taking sight....
 the clearing had
been natural, one of the open
meadows, or parks, that are
found in all forests. But some
human with the perception of an
artist, and a prodigious will to
work, had shaped it to his own
desires.
The house was built on the far
side of the clearing, near the
forest's edge, and designed so
artfully that it seemed to belong
exactly where it was. Perhaps
half the size of the mansion at
Quail Wings, it was built of a
rosy brick with a grey shingled
roof and shutters that had probably 
been imported from the
sawmill at Wetherly. The oncewhite 
paint on the shutters was
fading, but even the dinginess of
fading paint could not detract to
any marked extent from an overall 
beauty and harmony. Even
the stone chimneys at either end
which began at ground level and
thrust above the ridge pole had
no harsh angles. The house
faced the east, to receive the first
of the morning sun. All the
windows were boarded.
For a full three minutes, Colin
sat entranced. Never had he
seen a house that captured his
heart more completely, it must
be bis. And Jeannie's, he amended. 
He could so easily visualize
his own life in this house that
somehow the house gave color
and shape to life with Jeannie.
Surrounded by so much calm and
beauty, surely she would drop
the airs ot the spoiled beauty
and become the Jeannie of his
imaginings.
He considered the practical
problems. The house was some
fifteen miles from Denbury,
about twelve miles from his
father's house. With either
Robin or Pegasus, bis other stallion, 
be could reach Quail Wings
in a little more than an hour
and pick up Dusty there. If he
had a very strenuous load of
work or the weather were especially 
bad, he could spend the
right in Denbury. As he rode
slowly up the drive, Colin felt
that at last he had come home.
He dismounted, tied Robin to
a tree, and with three hounds

trailing him, walked slowly
round the house. Coming to
the west side, bis eyes lighted
with pleasure. At the second
story level, supported by a threesided 
stone wall whose interior
probably served as a root cellar,
was a many-windowed room
which, due to the slope that lay
beneath it, rose above the level
of the surrounding trees. Whoever 
built the house had contrived 
to greet the sun as it rose
and bid it farewell as it set.
The least Colin Knew about him
now was that he was an artist
who had faith in time and the
fulfillment of time. Whoever he
was, Colin warmed to him.
Returning to the front of the
house, Colin mounted the steps
and tried the great white door.
When it yielded, he brushed the
snow from his boots, entered a
hall and strode down in to a
spacious drawingroom occupied
at the present time only by the
ghosts of draped furniture. In
the dim light he could see little
save the massive fireplace. But
he could feel the love and affection 
that had been expended
here, as though the house were
a living thing.
Because he suddenly felt like
in intruder, Colin stole out of
the House, shut the door and
mounted Robin. His heart sang
as he continued down the trace.
He had fallen in love with a
house! This house represented
so much that he valued, and he
was convinced that life here with
Jeannie would take on these
values. A sudden chill crossed
his heart as it occurred to him
that the place might not be for
sale. But tie banished the
thought. It  to be.
Within a few minutes he had
reached another clearing. It was
in a shallow valley, or rather
the shallow upper reaches of
what doubtless became a deep
valley. The clearing was divided
by an unfrozen creek that looked
oddly black in contrast to the
snow on either bank. A sturdy
wooden bridge spanned the creek,
and on the other side stood a
cabin that was part old and part
new.
As he gazed about him, Colin
heard a woman's voice call out,
"Judge Campbell!"
He looked toward the cabin
door and recognized standing
there the girl whom he had first
met in Denbury court, Ling
Stewart's wife. He had paid
little attention to her then in his
other preoccupations, but as he
approached her now he saw that
she was beautiful. The shawl
that she had thrown over her
simple homespun dress did not
conceal the lithe fullness of her
tall figure. Her face, tanned
and glowing from the sun and
keen mountain air, was both
strong and delicate. "Why, she's
a thoroughbred!" Colin thought
in surprise.
As he extended his hand to
her, he said, "Do you remember
that your husband invited me to
hunt with him? This is the first

chance I've had to accept. I hope
I don't come at the wrong time."
"You're most welcome, Judge
Campbell," she answered, smiling. 
Colin's wonder mounted.
Most hill people mispronounced
their words in such a way that
it was often difficult to understand 
them, Mrs. Stewart's enunciation 
was perfect and she was
as gracious as any hostess in a
manor on the Connicon.
I'wo little boys, one about six
and the other perhaps three,
crowded around their mother and
then ran toward Colin's hounds.
Mrs. Stewart called them, back
to her side. They halted, the
older boy looking frankly at
Colin while the younger kept his
eyes on the hounds.
"Jeffrey, this is Judge Campbell." 

"I'm delighted to know you,
sir."
"And I to make your acquaintance, 
young man."
Colin shook hands with Jeffrey, 
and Ann turned to her
younger son, saying, "Lingo, this
is Judge Campbell."
"Please 't'meetcha," and there
was more defiance than shy
in the child's voice and may 
Ann's face grew stern.
"Lingo!"
"Please!" Colin laughed'. "I
thought he acquitted himself
very well."
Ann sighed. "I often believe
that cleaning the Augean stables
was simplicity itself compared
with teaching manners to healthy
boys."
Colin glanced sharply at her.
Who had taught her of Hercules
and the tasks assigned to that
mythological hero?
Unnoticing, she asked Colin,
"May they play with your
hounds? For the moment We
have, no dog, and the youngsters
love them."
"I'm sure my hounds will love
them, too."
The children raced happily forward, 
and the hounds waited
with welcoming tails for the
frolic to come. Colin watched
them for a moment before he
turned to speak to Ann again.
He was surprised to find that
next to her now stood a whilebearded 
and gaunt old man, motionless, 
with his face cast down.
He had evidently come up silently 
from around the corner of
the cabin.
"This is my father, Enos Pollard," 
Ann said.
Colin was about to extend his
hand in greeting when he noticed
that the old man had not even
looked at him, bad not in fact,
taken his eyes oft the ground.
"Father, will you please put
Judge Campbell's horse in the
box stall and feed him?" Ann
asked.
Only then did the old man
raise bis visage briefly. Colin
caught a glimpse of bis eyes.
They were mindless as stones.
What horror, Colin wondered,
had destroyed the intelligence
that must have once lit his face?


WHAT HAS HAPPENED
BY JIM KJELGAARD
Copyright © 1958 by Jim Kjelgaard. Reprinted by permission
or the publisher, Dodd, Mead & Co., Inc. Distributed by K.F.S.
Ralph Campbell was one of the Virginians 
that believed family traditions
and sectional loyalties came first in
either war or peace. His older eon,
Macklyn, agreed with him and gave
up a commission as colonel in the
U. S. Army to serve the Confederacy.
Ralph's younger son, Colin, the judge
of the district of Denbury, was
swayed between adherence to his father's 
wishes and his feeling of duty
to the Union.
Besides this problem, Colin is having 
trouble with his aristocratic fiancee, 
Jeannie Dare. She is not tolerant
of his courtesy to two "poor whites"
who struck up an acquaintanceship
with him during a trial. Ling and
Ann Stewart of the backwoods region
of Hobbs Creek, Under the circumstances, 
the promise of diversion from
his problems that is presented by
Ling's invitation to hunt for game at
Hobbs Creek is alluring to Judge
Campbell. However, he feels duty
bound to visit petulant Jeannie and
is recaptivated by her beguiling
charm before going to hunt with
Ling.
Now, along the way to the Stewarts. 
Colin has stopped at the scene
of a breath-taking sight....
 the clearing had
been natural, one of the open
meadows, or parks, that are
found in all forests. But some
human with the perception of an
artist, and a prodigious will to
work, had shaped it to his own
desires.
The house was built on the far
side of the clearing, near the
forest's edge, and designed so
artfully that it seemed to belong
exactly where it was. Perhaps
half the size of the mansion at
Quail Wings, it was built of a
rosy brick with a grey shingled
roof and shutters that had probably 
been imported from the
sawmill at Wetherly. The oncewhite 
paint on the shutters was
fading, but even the dinginess of
fading paint could not detract to
any marked extent from an overall 
beauty and harmony. Even
the stone chimneys at either end
which began at ground level and
thrust above the ridge pole had
no harsh angles. The house
faced the east, to receive the first
of the morning sun. All the
windows were boarded.
For a full three minutes, Colin
sat entranced. Never had he
seen a house that captured his
heart more completely, it must
be bis. And Jeannie's, he amended. 
He could so easily visualize
his own life in this house that
somehow the house gave color
and shape to life with Jeannie.
Surrounded by so much calm and
beauty, surely she would drop
the airs ot the spoiled beauty
and become the Jeannie of his
imaginings.
He considered the practical
problems. The house was some
fifteen miles from Denbury,
about twelve miles from his
father's house. With either
Robin or Pegasus, bis other stallion, 
be could reach Quail Wings
in a little more than an hour
and pick up Dusty there. If he
had a very strenuous load of
work or the weather were especially 
bad, he could spend the
right in Denbury. As he rode
slowly up the drive, Colin felt
that at last he had come home.
He dismounted, tied Robin to
a tree, and with three hounds

trailing him, walked slowly
round the house. Coming to
the west side, bis eyes lighted
with pleasure. At the second
story level, supported by a threesided 
stone wall whose interior
probably served as a root cellar,
was a many-windowed room
which, due to the slope that lay
beneath it, rose above the level
of the surrounding trees. Whoever 
built the house had contrived 
to greet the sun as it rose
and bid it farewell as it set.
The least Colin Knew about him
now was that he was an artist
who had faith in time and the
fulfillment of time. Whoever he
was, Colin warmed to him.
Returning to the front of the
house, Colin mounted the steps
and tried the great white door.
When it yielded, he brushed the
snow from his boots, entered a
hall and strode down in to a
spacious drawingroom occupied
at the present time only by the
ghosts of draped furniture. In
the dim light he could see little
save the massive fireplace. But
he could feel the love and affection 
that had been expended
here, as though the house were
a living thing.
Because he suddenly felt like
in intruder, Colin stole out of
the House, shut the door and
mounted Robin. His heart sang
as he continued down the trace.
He had fallen in love with a
house! This house represented
so much that he valued, and he
was convinced that life here with
Jeannie would take on these
values. A sudden chill crossed
his heart as it occurred to him
that the place might not be for
sale. But tie banished the
thought. It  to be.
Within a few minutes he had
reached another clearing. It was
in a shallow valley, or rather
the shallow upper reaches of
what doubtless became a deep
valley. The clearing was divided
by an unfrozen creek that looked
oddly black in contrast to the
snow on either bank. A sturdy
wooden bridge spanned the creek,
and on the other side stood a
cabin that was part old and part
new.
As he gazed about him, Colin
heard a woman's voice call out,
"Judge Campbell!"
He looked toward the cabin
door and recognized standing
there the girl whom he had first
met in Denbury court, Ling
Stewart's wife. He had paid
little attention to her then in his
other preoccupations, but as he
approached her now he saw that
she was beautiful. The shawl
that she had thrown over her
simple homespun dress did not
conceal the lithe fullness of her
tall figure. Her face, tanned
and glowing from the sun and
keen mountain air, was both
strong and delicate. "Why, she's
a thoroughbred!" Colin thought
in surprise.
As he extended his hand to
her, he said, "Do you remember
that your husband invited me to
hunt with him? This is the first

chance I've had to accept. I hope
I don't come at the wrong time."
"You're most welcome, Judge
Campbell," she answered, smiling. 
Colin's wonder mounted.
Most hill people mispronounced
their words in such a way that
it was often difficult to understand 
them, Mrs. Stewart's enunciation 
was perfect and she was
as gracious as any hostess in a
manor on the Connicon.
I'wo little boys, one about six
and the other perhaps three,
crowded around their mother and
then ran toward Colin's hounds.
Mrs. Stewart called them, back
to her side. They halted, the
older boy looking frankly at
Colin while the younger kept his
eyes on the hounds.
"Jeffrey, this is Judge Campbell." 

"I'm delighted to know you,
sir."
"And I to make your acquaintance, 
young man."
Colin shook hands with Jeffrey, 
and Ann turned to her
younger son, saying, "Lingo, this
is Judge Campbell."
"Please 't'meetcha," and there
was more defiance than shy
in the child's voice and may 
Ann's face grew stern.
"Lingo!"
"Please!" Colin laughed'. "I
thought he acquitted himself
very well."
Ann sighed. "I often believe
that cleaning the Augean stables
was simplicity itself compared
with teaching manners to healthy
boys."
Colin glanced sharply at her.
Who had taught her of Hercules
and the tasks assigned to that
mythological hero?
Unnoticing, she asked Colin,
"May they play with your
hounds? For the moment We
have, no dog, and the youngsters
love them."
"I'm sure my hounds will love
them, too."
The children raced happily forward, 
and the hounds waited
with welcoming tails for the
frolic to come. Colin watched
them for a moment before he
turned to speak to Ann again.
He was surprised to find that
next to her now stood a whilebearded 
and gaunt old man, motionless, 
with his face cast down.
He had evidently come up silently 
from around the corner of
the cabin.
"This is my father, Enos Pollard," 
Ann said.
Colin was about to extend his
hand in greeting when he noticed
that the old man had not even
looked at him, bad not in fact,
taken his eyes oft the ground.
"Father, will you please put
Judge Campbell's horse in the
box stall and feed him?" Ann
asked.
Only then did the old man
raise bis visage briefly. Colin
caught a glimpse of bis eyes.
They were mindless as stones.
What horror, Colin wondered,
had destroyed the intelligence
that must have once lit his face?


CHAPTER 8
BY JIM KJELGAARD
Copyright © 1958 by Jim Kjelgaard. Reprinted by permission
or the publisher, Dodd, Mead & Co., Inc. Distributed by K.F.S.
Ralph Campbell was one of the Virginians 
that believed family traditions
and sectional loyalties came first in
either war or peace. His older eon,
Macklyn, agreed with him and gave
up a commission as colonel in the
U. S. Army to serve the Confederacy.
Ralph's younger son, Colin, the judge
of the district of Denbury, was
swayed between adherence to his father's 
wishes and his feeling of duty
to the Union.
Besides this problem, Colin is having 
trouble with his aristocratic fiancee, 
Jeannie Dare. She is not tolerant
of his courtesy to two "poor whites"
who struck up an acquaintanceship
with him during a trial. Ling and
Ann Stewart of the backwoods region
of Hobbs Creek, Under the circumstances, 
the promise of diversion from
his problems that is presented by
Ling's invitation to hunt for game at
Hobbs Creek is alluring to Judge
Campbell. However, he feels duty
bound to visit petulant Jeannie and
is recaptivated by her beguiling
charm before going to hunt with
Ling.
Now, along the way to the Stewarts. 
Colin has stopped at the scene
of a breath-taking sight....
 the clearing had
been natural, one of the open
meadows, or parks, that are
found in all forests. But some
human with the perception of an
artist, and a prodigious will to
work, had shaped it to his own
desires.
The house was built on the far
side of the clearing, near the
forest's edge, and designed so
artfully that it seemed to belong
exactly where it was. Perhaps
half the size of the mansion at
Quail Wings, it was built of a
rosy brick with a grey shingled
roof and shutters that had probably 
been imported from the
sawmill at Wetherly. The oncewhite 
paint on the shutters was
fading, but even the dinginess of
fading paint could not detract to
any marked extent from an overall 
beauty and harmony. Even
the stone chimneys at either end
which began at ground level and
thrust above the ridge pole had
no harsh angles. The house
faced the east, to receive the first
of the morning sun. All the
windows were boarded.
For a full three minutes, Colin
sat entranced. Never had he
seen a house that captured his
heart more completely, it must
be bis. And Jeannie's, he amended. 
He could so easily visualize
his own life in this house that
somehow the house gave color
and shape to life with Jeannie.
Surrounded by so much calm and
beauty, surely she would drop
the airs ot the spoiled beauty
and become the Jeannie of his
imaginings.
He considered the practical
problems. The house was some
fifteen miles from Denbury,
about twelve miles from his
father's house. With either
Robin or Pegasus, bis other stallion, 
be could reach Quail Wings
in a little more than an hour
and pick up Dusty there. If he
had a very strenuous load of
work or the weather were especially 
bad, he could spend the
right in Denbury. As he rode
slowly up the drive, Colin felt
that at last he had come home.
He dismounted, tied Robin to
a tree, and with three hounds

trailing him, walked slowly
round the house. Coming to
the west side, bis eyes lighted
with pleasure. At the second
story level, supported by a threesided 
stone wall whose interior
probably served as a root cellar,
was a many-windowed room
which, due to the slope that lay
beneath it, rose above the level
of the surrounding trees. Whoever 
built the house had contrived 
to greet the sun as it rose
and bid it farewell as it set.
The least Colin Knew about him
now was that he was an artist
who had faith in time and the
fulfillment of time. Whoever he
was, Colin warmed to him.
Returning to the front of the
house, Colin mounted the steps
and tried the great white door.
When it yielded, he brushed the
snow from his boots, entered a
hall and strode down in to a
spacious drawingroom occupied
at the present time only by the
ghosts of draped furniture. In
the dim light he could see little
save the massive fireplace. But
he could feel the love and affection 
that had been expended
here, as though the house were
a living thing.
Because he suddenly felt like
in intruder, Colin stole out of
the House, shut the door and
mounted Robin. His heart sang
as he continued down the trace.
He had fallen in love with a
house! This house represented
so much that he valued, and he
was convinced that life here with
Jeannie would take on these
values. A sudden chill crossed
his heart as it occurred to him
that the place might not be for
sale. But tie banished the
thought. It  to be.
Within a few minutes he had
reached another clearing. It was
in a shallow valley, or rather
the shallow upper reaches of
what doubtless became a deep
valley. The clearing was divided
by an unfrozen creek that looked
oddly black in contrast to the
snow on either bank. A sturdy
wooden bridge spanned the creek,
and on the other side stood a
cabin that was part old and part
new.
As he gazed about him, Colin
heard a woman's voice call out,
"Judge Campbell!"
He looked toward the cabin
door and recognized standing
there the girl whom he had first
met in Denbury court, Ling
Stewart's wife. He had paid
little attention to her then in his
other preoccupations, but as he
approached her now he saw that
she was beautiful. The shawl
that she had thrown over her
simple homespun dress did not
conceal the lithe fullness of her
tall figure. Her face, tanned
and glowing from the sun and
keen mountain air, was both
strong and delicate. "Why, she's
a thoroughbred!" Colin thought
in surprise.
As he extended his hand to
her, he said, "Do you remember
that your husband invited me to
hunt with him? This is the first

chance I've had to accept. I hope
I don't come at the wrong time."
"You're most welcome, Judge
Campbell," she answered, smiling. 
Colin's wonder mounted.
Most hill people mispronounced
their words in such a way that
it was often difficult to understand 
them, Mrs. Stewart's enunciation 
was perfect and she was
as gracious as any hostess in a
manor on the Connicon.
I'wo little boys, one about six
and the other perhaps three,
crowded around their mother and
then ran toward Colin's hounds.
Mrs. Stewart called them, back
to her side. They halted, the
older boy looking frankly at
Colin while the younger kept his
eyes on the hounds.
"Jeffrey, this is Judge Campbell." 

"I'm delighted to know you,
sir."
"And I to make your acquaintance, 
young man."
Colin shook hands with Jeffrey, 
and Ann turned to her
younger son, saying, "Lingo, this
is Judge Campbell."
"Please 't'meetcha," and there
was more defiance than shy
in the child's voice and may 
Ann's face grew stern.
"Lingo!"
"Please!" Colin laughed'. "I
thought he acquitted himself
very well."
Ann sighed. "I often believe
that cleaning the Augean stables
was simplicity itself compared
with teaching manners to healthy
boys."
Colin glanced sharply at her.
Who had taught her of Hercules
and the tasks assigned to that
mythological hero?
Unnoticing, she asked Colin,
"May they play with your
hounds? For the moment We
have, no dog, and the youngsters
love them."
"I'm sure my hounds will love
them, too."
The children raced happily forward, 
and the hounds waited
with welcoming tails for the
frolic to come. Colin watched
them for a moment before he
turned to speak to Ann again.
He was surprised to find that
next to her now stood a whilebearded 
and gaunt old man, motionless, 
with his face cast down.
He had evidently come up silently 
from around the corner of
the cabin.
"This is my father, Enos Pollard," 
Ann said.
Colin was about to extend his
hand in greeting when he noticed
that the old man had not even
looked at him, bad not in fact,
taken his eyes oft the ground.
"Father, will you please put
Judge Campbell's horse in the
box stall and feed him?" Ann
asked.
Only then did the old man
raise bis visage briefly. Colin
caught a glimpse of bis eyes.
They were mindless as stones.
What horror, Colin wondered,
had destroyed the intelligence
that must have once lit his face?


Washington Gets
First Negro As
Police Lieutenant
On March 1, the nation's capital
got it's first Negro plainclothes police 
lieutenant. He is Det. Sgt.
Shirley F. O'Neill, a much commended 
veteran of 18 years on the
police force.
He became the first Negro plainclothesman 
to reach that rank in
the records of the Metropolitan Police 
Department.
Another Negro, Lt. Daniel D. Pittman, 
held the rank of lieutenant
when he retired in 1955 but he was
a uniformed officer.
O'Neill, 44, Who lives at 3811 24th
St., N. E., with his wife and two
children, has commendations to his
credit.
In announcing his promotion,
Chief Robert V. Murray said of
O'Neill: "He did such a good job
when in uniform in the Second
Precinct that I brought him to
headquarters and put him in
plainclothes, He continued, to do
such an outstanding job that I promoted 
him to lieutenant."
O'Neill will continue his assignment 
to the Robbery Squad. He
stands at the top of the current Civil 
Service Commission promotion
list.
A graduate of Dunbar High
School, he wanted to go to medical
school but when Ws money ran
out, he decided to follow the steps
of two uncles Howard and Frank
Smith, who were Robbery Squad
detective sergeants.

Students Slap At
U. S. In Uruguay
Police used tear gas and fire hoses
on anti-American demonstrators
Wednesday and a cloud of gas
brought tears to President Eisenhower's 
eyes to mar the wildest and
most enthusiastic welcome yet on
his Latin American tour.
The White House said the President 
suffered no ill effects from
the gassing but his eyes smarted
for about a block as he rode past
some 400,000 Uruguayans who cheered 
and rained confetti on him. Others 
in the presidential car rode with
eyes streaming from the gas.
Red and black banners, the colors 
of Fidel Castro, were raised by
students along the President's route
and there were pro-Castro shouts
and" anti-American slogans. Police
arrested a number of students after 
Eisenhower passed and dumped
them unceremoniously in police
wagons.
The situation never was out of
hand. There were only minor scuffles 
between police and students
demonstrating against "Yankee imperialism" 
at the Agricultural college 
and farther along the route at
the Montevideo University.
Police had been scuffling with

student demonstrators at Montevideo 
University just before Eisenhower 
approached the building. As
the official car neared bearing the
waving, beaming Eisenhower, the
police tired five or six small tear
gas bombs which exploded like firecrackers. 
Puffs of acrid gas, rose
and high pressure hoses hissed as
streams of water were turned on
the demonstrators.
A billow of the gas, carried by
a stiff breeze, poured across the
Avenlda 18 De Julio and Eisenhower 
rode head-on into it. His
knees flexed and he seemed to sit
back momentarily on the seat and
rub his stinging eyes. Then he
raised himself up in the rear of the
bubble-top limousine and went-on
waving and smiling.
Leaflets hurled from windows of
the University attacked "American
imperialism." Stuednts chanted
"Cuba, Cuba, Cuba."
It was a rip-roaring welcome
aside front the student demonstrators. 
Sirens screeched and deafening
cheer's rose along the 11-mile route
from the airport to the U. S. Embassy. 

Eisenhower ignored the outbursts 
in Montevideo as he did in
Buenos Aires and personally told
Uruguayan President Benito Nardone 
that he did not feel the student 
demonstrations detracted from
the welcome.

SOUND LIKE
FIRECRACKERS
Police used tear gas and fire hoses
on anti-American demonstrators
Wednesday and a cloud of gas
brought tears to President Eisenhower's 
eyes to mar the wildest and
most enthusiastic welcome yet on
his Latin American tour.
The White House said the President 
suffered no ill effects from
the gassing but his eyes smarted
for about a block as he rode past
some 400,000 Uruguayans who cheered 
and rained confetti on him. Others 
in the presidential car rode with
eyes streaming from the gas.
Red and black banners, the colors 
of Fidel Castro, were raised by
students along the President's route
and there were pro-Castro shouts
and" anti-American slogans. Police
arrested a number of students after 
Eisenhower passed and dumped
them unceremoniously in police
wagons.
The situation never was out of
hand. There were only minor scuffles 
between police and students
demonstrating against "Yankee imperialism" 
at the Agricultural college 
and farther along the route at
the Montevideo University.
Police had been scuffling with

student demonstrators at Montevideo 
University just before Eisenhower 
approached the building. As
the official car neared bearing the
waving, beaming Eisenhower, the
police tired five or six small tear
gas bombs which exploded like firecrackers. 
Puffs of acrid gas, rose
and high pressure hoses hissed as
streams of water were turned on
the demonstrators.
A billow of the gas, carried by
a stiff breeze, poured across the
Avenlda 18 De Julio and Eisenhower 
rode head-on into it. His
knees flexed and he seemed to sit
back momentarily on the seat and
rub his stinging eyes. Then he
raised himself up in the rear of the
bubble-top limousine and went-on
waving and smiling.
Leaflets hurled from windows of
the University attacked "American
imperialism." Stuednts chanted
"Cuba, Cuba, Cuba."
It was a rip-roaring welcome
aside front the student demonstrators. 
Sirens screeched and deafening
cheer's rose along the 11-mile route
from the airport to the U. S. Embassy. 

Eisenhower ignored the outbursts 
in Montevideo as he did in
Buenos Aires and personally told
Uruguayan President Benito Nardone 
that he did not feel the student 
demonstrations detracted from
the welcome.

TIME TO THINK ABOUT
SPRING CLEANUP, FOLKS!
With
spring only a few weeks away
it's time to think about spring
clean-up.
Making things spic and span in
the spring has become an American 
tradition. It was nearly a halfcentury 
ago that the first organized 
community campaigns for spring
clean-up were conducted in the
Middle West.
Focal points of the clean-up cellars, 
attics, backyards, vacant lots,
alleys, streets and parks.
The National Board of Fire Underwriters, 
a long-time endorser of
such programs each year, reminds
homeowners that throwing out
waste and rubbish not only makes

a home more attractive-but also
contributes to home fire safety.
Fires in the United States last
year caused property damage of
more than $1-billion dollars and
snuffed out more than 110,000 lives.
And since 1954, nearly 300,000 homes
have been struck by fire every year.
The board offers these spring
clean-up sugegstions:
Get rid of debris: Throw out rubbish 
or anything combustible that
you don't need that now is Piled
in toe attic, closets, the cellar or
garage.
Prevent outside fires: Clean up
your yard. Keep grass cut low
along buildings. Never burn papers 
on a windy day, and use an
incinerator wherever possible.
Throw out old paint cans and
oily tags: It oily rags are to be
retained, keep them in closed metal
containers. Hang up mops and
paint-soiled clothing so air can circulate 
around them.
Check electrical fuses: Use, 16
empere fuses in all regular house
hold circuits.
Flammable liquids: Don't' use
gasoline in the house. Many persons 
are killed each year trying to
clean with gasoline, benzine and
naptha.
Cheek stoves and heaters: Spring
is a good time to have servicemen
come in and check all heaters. Too
many fires are caused by faulty
heating equipment.
Portable heaters: If you, use portable 
heaters to take off the chill
on spring days, make sure they do
not create a fire hazard. Electric
heaters should be placed where the
hot heating element wil not come
in contact with blankets, clothing
or other things that might catch
fire. If you use portable oil or, gas
heaters, turn them off before goingto 
bed.
Chimneys: Spring is a good time
to clean soot out of chimneys and
smoky pipes, Check same for cracks
and holes.

. . .SAFE AND ATTRACTIVE
With
spring only a few weeks away
it's time to think about spring
clean-up.
Making things spic and span in
the spring has become an American 
tradition. It was nearly a halfcentury 
ago that the first organized 
community campaigns for spring
clean-up were conducted in the
Middle West.
Focal points of the clean-up cellars, 
attics, backyards, vacant lots,
alleys, streets and parks.
The National Board of Fire Underwriters, 
a long-time endorser of
such programs each year, reminds
homeowners that throwing out
waste and rubbish not only makes

a home more attractive-but also
contributes to home fire safety.
Fires in the United States last
year caused property damage of
more than $1-billion dollars and
snuffed out more than 110,000 lives.
And since 1954, nearly 300,000 homes
have been struck by fire every year.
The board offers these spring
clean-up sugegstions:
Get rid of debris: Throw out rubbish 
or anything combustible that
you don't need that now is Piled
in toe attic, closets, the cellar or
garage.
Prevent outside fires: Clean up
your yard. Keep grass cut low
along buildings. Never burn papers 
on a windy day, and use an
incinerator wherever possible.
Throw out old paint cans and
oily tags: It oily rags are to be
retained, keep them in closed metal
containers. Hang up mops and
paint-soiled clothing so air can circulate 
around them.
Check electrical fuses: Use, 16
empere fuses in all regular house
hold circuits.
Flammable liquids: Don't' use
gasoline in the house. Many persons 
are killed each year trying to
clean with gasoline, benzine and
naptha.
Cheek stoves and heaters: Spring
is a good time to have servicemen
come in and check all heaters. Too
many fires are caused by faulty
heating equipment.
Portable heaters: If you, use portable 
heaters to take off the chill
on spring days, make sure they do
not create a fire hazard. Electric
heaters should be placed where the
hot heating element wil not come
in contact with blankets, clothing
or other things that might catch
fire. If you use portable oil or, gas
heaters, turn them off before goingto 
bed.
Chimneys: Spring is a good time
to clean soot out of chimneys and
smoky pipes, Check same for cracks
and holes.

Judge In Miami
Orders Plan For
School Bias End
Federal Judge
Joseph Lieb ruled Monday that Negro 
pupils in Dade County must be
allowed to apply to enter the school
they want to attend.
He directed School Board Attorney 
Edward Boardman to bring
him a plan which Would enable Negroes 
to do this. He rejected a
plan suubmited by Boardman Monday 
as inadequate.
Boardman said he would be back
with another proposal in "five to
ten days."
Lieb said he had no objection to
use of the state public placement
law to assign pupils here. "I just
want this part, added," he told
Boardman.
Boardman pointed out that two
schools in Dade County already
have started integration.
Monday's hearing resulted from
a ruling by the U. S. Court of Appeals 
at New Orleans. It directed
that Negro students be given a
"reasonable and conscious opportunity 
to apply for admission to any
school, and have that choice fairly
considered."
Boardman submited Monday
what he called a "supplementary
implementation resolution," This,
tacked onto the pupil assignment
law employed here for the last
three years, would satisfy the court
of appeals order, he said.
Under the proposals, pupils would
still be assigned to schools by the
board. But all parents would be
thoroughly informed of what they
could do in case they were dissatisfied 
with then-children's assignments. 

Robert L. Carter, attorney for the
six Negro children who tiled the
suit June 12, 1956, said the board
should be compelled to "submit
some plan to break up the pattern
of segregation in some way." He
said the proposed resolution gave
pupils no opportunity to apply for
entrance to the school of their
choice.

APPEALS COURT RULING
Federal Judge
Joseph Lieb ruled Monday that Negro 
pupils in Dade County must be
allowed to apply to enter the school
they want to attend.
He directed School Board Attorney 
Edward Boardman to bring
him a plan which Would enable Negroes 
to do this. He rejected a
plan suubmited by Boardman Monday 
as inadequate.
Boardman said he would be back
with another proposal in "five to
ten days."
Lieb said he had no objection to
use of the state public placement
law to assign pupils here. "I just
want this part, added," he told
Boardman.
Boardman pointed out that two
schools in Dade County already
have started integration.
Monday's hearing resulted from
a ruling by the U. S. Court of Appeals 
at New Orleans. It directed
that Negro students be given a
"reasonable and conscious opportunity 
to apply for admission to any
school, and have that choice fairly
considered."
Boardman submited Monday
what he called a "supplementary
implementation resolution," This,
tacked onto the pupil assignment
law employed here for the last
three years, would satisfy the court
of appeals order, he said.
Under the proposals, pupils would
still be assigned to schools by the
board. But all parents would be
thoroughly informed of what they
could do in case they were dissatisfied 
with then-children's assignments. 

Robert L. Carter, attorney for the
six Negro children who tiled the
suit June 12, 1956, said the board
should be compelled to "submit
some plan to break up the pattern
of segregation in some way." He
said the proposed resolution gave
pupils no opportunity to apply for
entrance to the school of their
choice.

26th Ward

of Universal Life Insurance Co.,
second vice president.
Mrs. Mable White, a housewife,
secretary.
Mrs. Ollie Driver, a housewife asssistant 
secretary.
H. A. Gilliam, vice president of
Universal Life Insurance Co., parliamentarian. 

W. W. Walker, president of a burial 
association, sergeant-at-arms.
Mrs. Maxine Smith, chairman of
the standing committee.
Mrs. Sue Ish, financial secretary.
Among guests at the installation 
were representatives from
many of the city's other Ward
Civic Club and Rev. Alexander
Gladney, president of the Bluff
City and Shelby County of Count
ell Civic Clubs.
Rev. Gladney said "this club has
a great future. We are going to
support you."
The next meeting of the 26th
Ward Civic club has been, set for
8 p. m. Monday, March 7 at the
Holy Temple Church of God in
Christ.

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