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1957-04-13
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The Deepest Concern Of The American
People Gomes Info Focus
The President's willingness to allow a cabinet to say when a
President, is disabled and etc., subscribes to his native sense of
honor, his high integrity and his belief that a cabinet should be
fully equipped with the high honor, the nonpartisan collectivism
and common fairness to be trusted with the sacred task of what
would in the end amount to the power to choose a President!
There is that school of others who would suggest a constitutional 
amendment delegation, this power to another source.
The President possibly had reference to his own case. Prior
to the election he suffered a heart attack and has since, decided
upon periodic vacations to offset any peril which might attempt
to undermine his powerful strength.
If either of the suggestions are adhered to, an American
principle regulating-the death or incapacity of the chief executive
would be greatly modified.
Already it appears that such a contingency is amply taken.
care of in the order at' succession to the presidency, with the
vice-president being first in and his on down the cabinet.
The sitting executive and his cabinet would serve what the
presided has in mind; his cabinet was carefully screened and he
herein subscribes to the confidence he has in the personnel he
has selected to guide the nation's destiny.
But, in years to come who knows but what the power delegated 
to the cabinet might be ruthlessly abused? In some cabinets
to come, how would it be if some interests or individuals decided
to get a cabinet to displace a president or to seek appliance
of some such amendment proposed for declaring a president unfit
to carry out the provisions of his duties?
2. When the late President Woodrow Wilson was suddenly
strickened before the end of his term and kept so secretively in
his quarters, many and varied were the rumors about his condition. 
He, however was allowed to carry out his term and rode
up Pennsylvania Avenue in stole with the ill-fated Harding on
inauguration day.
Beginning with John Tyler, who succeeded William Henry
Harrison one month after the letter's inauguration, vice-presidents
have not caused the nation any great degree of disgrace, in fact
some of them proved abler administrators than their chiefs for
whom they were "fifth wheels."
The President bears up well under the strain of a government 
in its heaviest "tote"; he has an excellent vice-president who
has been allowed the training none of his predecessors were exposed 
to; the sitting president should be the best judge of his
own capabilities and should he fail to so adjudge himself, provisions, 
already in the law have amply satisfied the demands of
this nation.
Let not those about the President attempt to influence his
thinking at this, the highest peak of his brilliant career.
America, however, through this suggestion, has not
known a more unselfish spirit, a spirit with the welfare of the
nation first in all his considerations.
Carry on Mr. President; designed by destiny for this crucial
hour, the nation knows not a more stable "solid rock" upon
which to build its hope.

Low Home Interest Rate
One of the prerequisites lo a proper democratic society is a
decent rate of interest for the veteran, or responsible American
Citizen, who wishes to purchase a home for his family. The natural
thing for any young American who gels married and starts a
family, or who has been married for some time, saving up for the
purpose, is to buy a home for his family.
The purchase of a home by most families means that some of
the money will have to be borrowed. We do not believe in socializing 
the construction industry or the financing industry, but we
do believe the Government has a responsibility to see to it that
citizens are not fleeced in purchasing what is usually the largest
single item of their lives.
This can often mean the difference between happiness and
dissatisfaction for many, and the diligence in dollars can add
up to several thousand in a lifetime. Therefore, we think Congress 
should see to it that the Government makes available
enough reinsurance authority to properly take care of all veterans
who wish to purchase homes, and others who have paid their
taxes and been law abiding citizens and, therefore, responsible 
citizens.

KNOW YOUR
LIBRARY
BY

"The sum of the whole matter is
this, that our civilization cannot
survive materially unless it be redeemed 
spiritually. It can be saved
only by becoming permeated with
the spirit of Christ and being made
free and happy by the practices
Which Spring out of that spirit. Only
thus can discontent be driven out
and all the shadows lifted from the
road ahead."
The Road Away from Revolution 
by Woodrow Wilson.
Since those words were written,
revolution has made great strides.
There are as true as ever, and far
more urgent. "REDEEMED SPIRITUALLY." 
Unless America turns
to God in her heart, unless, we give
up the fatuous self-satisfaction that
is revealed in recent reports about
religion in America, the author fears
for our future. He further seems to
think he knows that inevitable fail
ure 
and downfall must wait for us
For no nation has-ever been exempt
from, these eternal laws of God
America must come back to God of
America will lose her soul and her
destiny and forfeit her leadership
in the world. How can America be
redeemed spiritually? How can we
have the spiritual awakening that
would save us?
First, let it begin each of us
May we say, "My dissatisfaction
with events and other people and
life must turn into a dissatisfaction
with myself with my sins, with my
way of living. We generally fine,
that beneath that we call our virtues 
lurk the word of our vices; we
think of ourselves as thrifty and
frugal, but actually we are afraid
and means; or we call ourselves persistent 
and preserving when actually.
we are stubborn and-mulish. The
growing point in anybody's improvement 
is a fresh facing of our

sins, our dishonesties, our wilfulnesses, 
our lusts, our fears, our dislikes. 
These things make it hell for
others to get on with us and banish 
us from fellowship with God
The sin of the amount we spend on
liquor and tobacco as contrasted
with what we spend on the Church
and the needs of people in distress,
is absolutely shocking. Conversion
will change our attitudes towards
money, how we get it, how much we
keep of it how we use it.
Second, by cultivating a steady
devotional life. Give more time to
deep and real prayer, and, Third,
associate with others kho are Christians 
or want to be you will find
the level of your own spiritual life
going up.
Call at the Vance Avenue Branch
if the Cossitt Library and ask for a
copy of FREEDOM AND FAITH
by Shoemaker, and see if you have
that which gives men courage to
throw off slavery.

REVIEWING
THE NEWS
BY WILLIAM GORDON
Managing Editor
Atlanta Daily World
During a span of 300 years, nations have been known to
rise and fall; cultures have shifted and many techniques of science
have brought about vast physical changes. No one will fail to
admit that such a period is a long time. But on the other hand
it is short in terms of man's understanding of fellow human beings
The "back door neighbor" foils into this category of complex,
misconceptions. Racially, this has been stretched out of proportions. 

One is struck by this constant flow of individuals and groups
into the Deep South, whose mission is to study the problems of
race relations: Now, more than ever before, these individuals and
a groups, mostly white, have been suddenly struck with the idea
that something is wrong in our society — something that should
be given serious study. The sure way lo get al the problem,
they think is to come South and study the Negro in his natural
surroundings.
Much of this is a waste of time, for most white people in
America don't have to migrate to study the Negro. They have
only to move out into their back yards, or down the street, in the
homes, and into the mills where the Negro has been for more
than 300 years.
This business of calculating, promoting vast projects, of research 
into the living habits of the Negro is becoming a bit
laughable. The Negro, perhaps better than anyone else, knows
that the problem does not rest with him, but with those who have
suddenly become confused with an issue.
It's ironical, but there are still those who come South, looking
for a way to settle the problem. They ask the same question as
some Southerners. "Why do you try to Force integration?"
It is at this point when the Negro becomes puzzled, for
it has long been his feeling that at least those who first settled
in the country, fought for independence and later wrote the U. S.
Constitution, should not be so confused on definition.
The Negro does not feel that he is forcing, no more than the
Pilgrim Fathers did when they landed at Plymouth Rock in 1620
The Negro maintains the same feeling as those who journeyed 
to Philadelphia in April 1787 to write the U. S. Constitution,
out of which grew the concept that no individual or nation shall
deny a human being certain rights and privileges given by the
Creator.
His feeling is reaffirmed when he looks back at the document 
of 1776, the Declaration of Independence, at which time
this country won its political freedom from England. It is reinforced
with the Fourteenth Amendment ratified in 1868.
When politicians, rant and talk about pushing too fast the
Negro puts himself in the position of the early Americans, who
not only came here for religious, economic and political freedom,
but who later fought to secure and maintain it.
Today, he looks at the law, the document which measures
everyone, not in terms of nationality or religion, but according
to the heritage of free souls and the ideals of a democratic notion.
He will not be judged by any other standards.
Those who question his Demands for-freedom, should first
look at themselves in light of history. Many of them who come
South, looking for a solution to a problem are in reality, traveling
off limits to the basic cause. That the problem is so complex, is in
many ways being over stated. Those who travel and search for
the Negro in the South, should first take time to look about their
own premises. The Negro has been a "back door neighbor" for
more than 300 years.

The "Back Door Neighbor"...
BY WILLIAM GORDON
Managing Editor
Atlanta Daily World
During a span of 300 years, nations have been known to
rise and fall; cultures have shifted and many techniques of science
have brought about vast physical changes. No one will fail to
admit that such a period is a long time. But on the other hand
it is short in terms of man's understanding of fellow human beings
The "back door neighbor" foils into this category of complex,
misconceptions. Racially, this has been stretched out of proportions. 

One is struck by this constant flow of individuals and groups
into the Deep South, whose mission is to study the problems of
race relations: Now, more than ever before, these individuals and
a groups, mostly white, have been suddenly struck with the idea
that something is wrong in our society — something that should
be given serious study. The sure way lo get al the problem,
they think is to come South and study the Negro in his natural
surroundings.
Much of this is a waste of time, for most white people in
America don't have to migrate to study the Negro. They have
only to move out into their back yards, or down the street, in the
homes, and into the mills where the Negro has been for more
than 300 years.
This business of calculating, promoting vast projects, of research 
into the living habits of the Negro is becoming a bit
laughable. The Negro, perhaps better than anyone else, knows
that the problem does not rest with him, but with those who have
suddenly become confused with an issue.
It's ironical, but there are still those who come South, looking
for a way to settle the problem. They ask the same question as
some Southerners. "Why do you try to Force integration?"
It is at this point when the Negro becomes puzzled, for
it has long been his feeling that at least those who first settled
in the country, fought for independence and later wrote the U. S.
Constitution, should not be so confused on definition.
The Negro does not feel that he is forcing, no more than the
Pilgrim Fathers did when they landed at Plymouth Rock in 1620
The Negro maintains the same feeling as those who journeyed 
to Philadelphia in April 1787 to write the U. S. Constitution,
out of which grew the concept that no individual or nation shall
deny a human being certain rights and privileges given by the
Creator.
His feeling is reaffirmed when he looks back at the document 
of 1776, the Declaration of Independence, at which time
this country won its political freedom from England. It is reinforced
with the Fourteenth Amendment ratified in 1868.
When politicians, rant and talk about pushing too fast the
Negro puts himself in the position of the early Americans, who
not only came here for religious, economic and political freedom,
but who later fought to secure and maintain it.
Today, he looks at the law, the document which measures
everyone, not in terms of nationality or religion, but according
to the heritage of free souls and the ideals of a democratic notion.
He will not be judged by any other standards.
Those who question his Demands for-freedom, should first
look at themselves in light of history. Many of them who come
South, looking for a solution to a problem are in reality, traveling
off limits to the basic cause. That the problem is so complex, is in
many ways being over stated. Those who travel and search for
the Negro in the South, should first take time to look about their
own premises. The Negro has been a "back door neighbor" for
more than 300 years.

Newsman Tells

the board said he was sure Morgan 
State "is never for a day our
of Dr. Murphy's mind. He praised
the dignity with which Dr. Murphy 
presides his good humor, and
said he has brought the trustee
board into a "working body" pledged 
to make Morgan a powerful instrument 
for good.
J. Millard Tawes, Maryland State
Controller, representing the State
Board of Public Works called Dr.
Murphy a great Maryland citizens,
a man interested in education.
Dr. Dwight O. W. Holmes, president 
emeritus of Morgan State,
spoke in two capacities - first
for Dr. Martin D. Jenkins, Morgan
president who recently underwent
a throat operation and then for
the State Board of Education.
J. Millard Tawes, Maryland State
Controller representing the State
Board of Public Works called Dr.
Murphy "a great Maryland citizen
a man interested in education.
Dr. Dwight O. W. Holmes, president 
emeritus of Morgan State,
spoke in two capacities - first
for Dr. Martin D. Jenkins, Morgan
president who recently underwent
a throat operation and then for
the State Board of Education.
The statement he read for Dr.
Jenkins said Dr. Murphy has Contributed 
more than any other single
individual to the physical development 
of Morgan State" It stated
that every building that has gone
up on the Morgan campus has
received his loving care and consideration," 

Dr. Holmes the first colored person 
pained to the State Board of
Education called the Afro American

"a deterrent to any kind of funny
business" by the board.
Judge Joseph L. Carter of the
Baltimore Supreme Bench representing 
the Judiciary, said he was
sure there would be no dissent Illed 
by follow members of the Judiciary 
when he said Dr. Murphy is
held in the greatest esteem by the
members of the bench.
Thurgood Marshall, special N. A.
A. C. P. counsel praised Dr. Murphy
for building the Afro into "a darn
good newspaper" – not just, a colored 
newspaper – and told of his
contributions to the NAACP, of
which he is a board member.
Mr. Marshall pointed out that
space in a newspaper is worth
money and when an editor devotes
considerable space to what he
thinks is good for the city and
state, he is making an actual financial 
contribution.
"We nave enjoyed that in Baltimore, 
for years." Mr. Marshall said.
Not only that.. he went on back
in the early days of the case to
compel the university of Maryland
to open its doors to colored students,
when there was no money Dr. Murphy 
"gave not only a blank check
out of his own pocket but a blank
check on the Afro - and cared
nothing whether he got his money
back."
Mr. Marshall also said. Dr. Murphy 
has been with NAACP lawyers
in all of the cases they have carried
to the Supreme Court and has
made it a practice to take them
to lunch and pick up the check.
"When you do that." Mr. Marshall 
said, "you may not lose your
life but you're jeopardizing your
pocketbook.

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Supreme Court

while at work and was never takenbefore 
a magistrate for a preliminary 
hearing.
He was charged by an information
filed by the prosecuting attorney
on Oct. 174 Instead of an indictment.
He was accused of the murder of
J. N. Robertson, his white, employer,
whom he is alleged to have beaten
to death with a metal bar in Pine
Bluff on the night of Oct. 4, 1955
One of the questions the court
decided to ignore was whether
Payne was denied, a public trial.
He says colored spectators were
segregated in the courtrooms and
when their assigned seats were
filled, other colored persons
were denied admittance,
while white persons were permitted
to continue to enter and take vacant
seats.
Payne also says he was taken from
Pine Bluff to Little Rock the next
day after his arrest for a lie detector 
test. He was taken for safekeeping 
to Dumas and in the jail there
he was reminded of the fate of
Eramett Till in Mississippi.
Payne also alleges that two of
his brothers and three of his nephews 
were arrested and he was

threatened with the arrest of his
whole family including his mother.
He was told by the chief of police 
on the third day of his confinement, 
just before he confessed
Payne states, that there were "30
or 40" people outside who wanted
to get him.
Wiley A. Branton, a Pine Bluff
attorney, is representing Payne.

ROYAL CRUSADERS —
On a visit from Monaco, their Serene
Highnesses, Prince Rainier III, and Prince Grace, join the 1957
Crusade the American Cancer Society. The Princess, former
screen star Grace Kelly, joins her husband in urging all Americans
to support the ACS campaign.


Save Your Child's Teeth;
They Are Guide For Growth
If this columns devoted itself
each week to preachibng the importance 
of baby teeth, that stillwould 
not be often enough. Too
many parents continue to have the
wrong idea about their children's
first teeth.
In past columns I have tried to
explain in some detail why these
first teeth are so important to the
growing child. I emphasized their
importance from the functional
standpoint. If the child is to receive 
the benefits of good nutrition,
he must be able to chew his food
properly, I also pointed out the
important role some of these first
teeth play in helping guide the
permanent teeth into place.
From the mail I have received
it is evident some parents have begun 
to realize the value of proper
care of baby teeth. These parents
asked what could be done if their
children had already prematurely 
lost some of their first teeth.
Fortunately something can often
be done. Each child's case, however 
is an individual one and only
the attending dentist is in a position 
to judge when and if something 
cab be done.
When certain baby teeth are
lost too soon, an appliance know
as a spacer maintainer can take
the place of a missing tooth. The
space maintainer is fitted to the
teeth on either side of the space
created by the lost tooth. It keeps
the remaining teeth from changing
their position and replaces lost
chewing surface.
I cannot emphasize too strongly
that each condition resulting from
the early loss of one of these teeth
is an individual one requiring direct 
observation. However, some
broad statements can be made regardhig 
the premature loss of baby
teeth.
If baby teeth are lost in the anterior 
region, the front of the
month, this is usually not cause
for great concern. The natural
growth in this region of the mouth
is one of expansion. The area between 
the two baby eyeteeth, cuspids, 
is normally widened with
growth.
This there is usually no need
for maintaining space If teeth are
prematurely lost in this area of the
mouth. This is not true in the
posterior region where the molar's
are located.
The undesirable effects of permaturely 
lost baby teeth become
very evident during the period of
mixed dentition. This is the stage
of life when both first and second
teeth are in the mouth at the
some time.
Of course, the best way to avoid
these-troubles that develop from
carly loss of teeth is to prevent
this loss through proper care. However, 
if teeth are already missing,
because of an accident or past neglect, 
in most cases something can

still be done. If it is too late to
employ space maintainers, often
orthodontic treatment can do
much to comet the problem. Orthodontia 
is the specialized field
of dentistry concerning itself with
the treatment and prevention of
poorly aligned teeth.
Nature's, pattern for the placement 
of the first teeth is well laid.
If we disrupt it, we must correct
our errors or pay the price or poor
permanent teeth and possible facial 
deformity.
(Q)"When is the right time to
start taking my child to visit the
dentist?"
C. H.


SPACE MAINTAINERS
If this columns devoted itself
each week to preachibng the importance 
of baby teeth, that stillwould 
not be often enough. Too
many parents continue to have the
wrong idea about their children's
first teeth.
In past columns I have tried to
explain in some detail why these
first teeth are so important to the
growing child. I emphasized their
importance from the functional
standpoint. If the child is to receive 
the benefits of good nutrition,
he must be able to chew his food
properly, I also pointed out the
important role some of these first
teeth play in helping guide the
permanent teeth into place.
From the mail I have received
it is evident some parents have begun 
to realize the value of proper
care of baby teeth. These parents
asked what could be done if their
children had already prematurely 
lost some of their first teeth.
Fortunately something can often
be done. Each child's case, however 
is an individual one and only
the attending dentist is in a position 
to judge when and if something 
cab be done.
When certain baby teeth are
lost too soon, an appliance know
as a spacer maintainer can take
the place of a missing tooth. The
space maintainer is fitted to the
teeth on either side of the space
created by the lost tooth. It keeps
the remaining teeth from changing
their position and replaces lost
chewing surface.
I cannot emphasize too strongly
that each condition resulting from
the early loss of one of these teeth
is an individual one requiring direct 
observation. However, some
broad statements can be made regardhig 
the premature loss of baby
teeth.
If baby teeth are lost in the anterior 
region, the front of the
month, this is usually not cause
for great concern. The natural
growth in this region of the mouth
is one of expansion. The area between 
the two baby eyeteeth, cuspids, 
is normally widened with
growth.
This there is usually no need
for maintaining space If teeth are
prematurely lost in this area of the
mouth. This is not true in the
posterior region where the molar's
are located.
The undesirable effects of permaturely 
lost baby teeth become
very evident during the period of
mixed dentition. This is the stage
of life when both first and second
teeth are in the mouth at the
some time.
Of course, the best way to avoid
these-troubles that develop from
carly loss of teeth is to prevent
this loss through proper care. However, 
if teeth are already missing,
because of an accident or past neglect, 
in most cases something can

still be done. If it is too late to
employ space maintainers, often
orthodontic treatment can do
much to comet the problem. Orthodontia 
is the specialized field
of dentistry concerning itself with
the treatment and prevention of
poorly aligned teeth.
Nature's, pattern for the placement 
of the first teeth is well laid.
If we disrupt it, we must correct
our errors or pay the price or poor
permanent teeth and possible facial 
deformity.
(Q)"When is the right time to
start taking my child to visit the
dentist?"
C. H.


MIXED DENTITION
If this columns devoted itself
each week to preachibng the importance 
of baby teeth, that stillwould 
not be often enough. Too
many parents continue to have the
wrong idea about their children's
first teeth.
In past columns I have tried to
explain in some detail why these
first teeth are so important to the
growing child. I emphasized their
importance from the functional
standpoint. If the child is to receive 
the benefits of good nutrition,
he must be able to chew his food
properly, I also pointed out the
important role some of these first
teeth play in helping guide the
permanent teeth into place.
From the mail I have received
it is evident some parents have begun 
to realize the value of proper
care of baby teeth. These parents
asked what could be done if their
children had already prematurely 
lost some of their first teeth.
Fortunately something can often
be done. Each child's case, however 
is an individual one and only
the attending dentist is in a position 
to judge when and if something 
cab be done.
When certain baby teeth are
lost too soon, an appliance know
as a spacer maintainer can take
the place of a missing tooth. The
space maintainer is fitted to the
teeth on either side of the space
created by the lost tooth. It keeps
the remaining teeth from changing
their position and replaces lost
chewing surface.
I cannot emphasize too strongly
that each condition resulting from
the early loss of one of these teeth
is an individual one requiring direct 
observation. However, some
broad statements can be made regardhig 
the premature loss of baby
teeth.
If baby teeth are lost in the anterior 
region, the front of the
month, this is usually not cause
for great concern. The natural
growth in this region of the mouth
is one of expansion. The area between 
the two baby eyeteeth, cuspids, 
is normally widened with
growth.
This there is usually no need
for maintaining space If teeth are
prematurely lost in this area of the
mouth. This is not true in the
posterior region where the molar's
are located.
The undesirable effects of permaturely 
lost baby teeth become
very evident during the period of
mixed dentition. This is the stage
of life when both first and second
teeth are in the mouth at the
some time.
Of course, the best way to avoid
these-troubles that develop from
carly loss of teeth is to prevent
this loss through proper care. However, 
if teeth are already missing,
because of an accident or past neglect, 
in most cases something can

still be done. If it is too late to
employ space maintainers, often
orthodontic treatment can do
much to comet the problem. Orthodontia 
is the specialized field
of dentistry concerning itself with
the treatment and prevention of
poorly aligned teeth.
Nature's, pattern for the placement 
of the first teeth is well laid.
If we disrupt it, we must correct
our errors or pay the price or poor
permanent teeth and possible facial 
deformity.
(Q)"When is the right time to
start taking my child to visit the
dentist?"
C. H.


Dixie Block

requested, and were granted an extention 
of time to prepare the minority 
report. Chairman Emanuel
Celler of New York gave them until 
Saturday to complete the report.
This meant that the reports expressing 
both the majority and minority
view could not be filed formally in
the House until Monday.

The Brass and the Blue
By
JAMES KEENE
© Copyright 1956, by James Keene. Reprinted by permission of Random House, Inc. (King Features Syndicate)
Second Lieutenant Emil Schwabacker 
bad had a year of dreary inaction 
with the Cavalry at Fort Laramie, 
Wyoming. He felt pent up under
the infallibly exacting coldly reserved. 
First Lieutenant Temple
Jocelyn. Even the thought of his flauree. 
Henrietta, was not consoling for
she was back in Vermont, a painful
memory.
The patrol which brought him to
Ryndlee's ranch was a turning point
in his life. A company of infantry
had been sent to orce fort Larale, 
Jocelyn's tr had been soldiers
at the ranch and escort them. A mile
from Ryndlee's the cavalrymen saw
the infantry position ringed by at
tacking Indians. Jocelyn sent Emil
with part of the troop to flank the
Indians while Jocelyn pushed through
to the infantrymen's aid. When the
two-pronged assault had forced the
Indians to draw back. Emil and Jocelyn 
found the company of infantry
shattered and its captain. Nathan
Kineard, in agony with a badly mangled 
arm Emil who had run away
 a medical career to the Army
amputated the arm. Then in a renowed 
Indian attack. Jocelyn was
wounded, and it was up to Schwabacker 
to take command and try to
save the force.
AT NOON Jake Ryndlee went
into the kitchen and made ten
gallons of stew, which was ladled
into ss kits. Schwabacker had
been alternating his tune between
Captain Kincard and an observation 
post he had established in
Ryndlee's attic. Plainly the hostles 
were setting down for a
stage, a fire was visible and they
were gathering around it, eating,
gesturing often toward the road
ch.
Under Schwabacker's guidance,
Corporal Linahan proved his
value as a surgeon's assistant
when he sutured. Schwabacker's
arm and bandaged it. With the
laudamum used up. Schwabacker
could only sit back with his pain
and put up with it. He lessened
it by telling himself that Jocelyn
and Captain Kincaid had suffered
infirmly more. Corporal Linahan 
left the attic to get Schwabacker 
a plate of stew. He came
back and the young lieutenant
balanced it on his knees.
White Schwabacker ate, Linahan 
looked out at the hostiles,
finally he turned back and said
"Durned near two years now
they've been content to watch us.
Now they attack. You got any
idea why sor?"
"We're at war with them."
Schwabacker said. He shook his
head. "I'm not a general, Mike.
I don't know the answers. Things
have a way of passing me up.
The important things, anyway."
Linahan leaned back against
the wall. His voice was softly
slurred. I been at Laramie nearly
ten years, sor. Seen a heap of
Injuns there: Cheyennes, Arapahoe, 
Kiowa; you name em, I've
seen 'em. This is Spotted Tail's
bunch, sor. Up to now he's been
a peaceful Cheyenne. It don't
figure, him starting, trouble this
far east, on the Bozeman Road,
sor. Now with Laramie only a
day's march west."
"Figure or not, you've got
trouble now," Schwabacker said.
Steps on the ladder brought
their attention around and Lydia

Kincaid settled in the loft. She
smoothed her dirt-spotted dress
over her legs and sat down across
from Emil Schwabacker. Corporal 
Linahan excused himself, and
when he had gone, she said, "I
want to thank you for what you
did for Nathan."
"We'll get him out of here tonight," 
Schwabacker said.
"Is that possible?"
He shrugged. "Both you husband 
and Lieutenant Jocelyn need
hospitalization. The nearest is a
good day's march from here. So
it becomes not a matter of can
I move them; I must move them,
and soon."
"My husband's suffering terribly 
from shock. Will he die?"
"Not if I can get him to Laramic," 
Schwabacker said.
"If is a big word, Lieutenant,
I've heard it enough to know."
He sighed, "Corporal Linahan
will rig a litter in the ambulance." 
He studied her. She was
holding herself in she had the
will and courage to do it, too.
But then he received the distinct
impression that this was a long
habit with her, that her disappointments 
had been many impulsively 
he touched her hand.
"Mrs. Kincaid, the army takes
good care of its soldiers We'll
get him to the post safely."
"Yes," she said softly, "I be
have you will. I saw your holding 
action, Mr. Schwabacker
Very impetuous and very brave."
"Desperate is the word," he
said, revealing to her a tragment
of his uncertainties, his doubts.
He wondered it all command was
this heavy on a man's shoulders,
and if it was, where he would
get the strength to bear up under
thirty-five years of it.
Late in the afternoon the rain
began again, turning the horizon
to a state-gray smudge. Lieutenant 
Schwabacker studied the Indians 
through the downstairs window. 
Actually he had a better
position of observation in the attic, 
but he felt a pressing need
to show Lieutenant Jocelyn that
he was not hiding. Jocelyn still
sat against the wall, a bloody
bandage binding his chest. His
eyes followed Schwabacker's
every move. Schwabacker could
remember distinctly how his father 
would watch him like that,
even when he was a child, as
though he expected some heretofore 
hidden flaw to appear suddenly 
and was afraid he would
miss it.
Schwabacker brought himself
up with a start, for never before
had he consciously noticed the
similarity between Temple Jocelyn's 
eyes and those of his father.
To get away he turned and went
into Captain Kincaid's room for
a look. In spite of the whiskey
induced stupor, Kincaid was suffering 
terrible agony. His pulse
was rapid, his breathing shallow
and he perspired freely, although
shaking as though he had chills.

Schwabacker stood there, recognizing 
the symptoms of shock, yet
unable to help the man. If he
only had some laudanum.
Lieutenant Matthew Eastwood
came in. He said, "He looks
bad." For a reason beyond his
understanding, Schwabacker
could find offense in Eastwood.
"Mr. Eastwood, how long have
you been in the army?"
"One dismal year, give or take
a few months."
Schwabacker brought out his
black book; it was his now that
Jocelyn was unable to command.
Schwabacker wrote that down.
"Now, Mr. Eastwood, I would
like the particulars of Captain
Kincaid's engagement with Spotted 
Tail's Cheyennes."
Eastwood shrugged. "They
caught us on open ground and
opened fire before he could deploy. 
The captain decided to
make a run for it." He cocked
his head to one side. "Did you
over see infantry run from a
mounted force?"
"I'll make the necessary inquiries," 
Schwabacker said flatly"Mr. 
Eastwood, please recount
any constructive action you displayed 
during this engagement."
"I wasn't in command," Eastwood 
said. "I'll say that at Captain 
Kincaid's court martial. I
take orders like you do" He
fished a cigar out of his blouse
pocket and put a match to it.
"Stop acting like the important
man with me. When the time
comes to command. I'll command, 
not show my tail." He
turned to the door. "It'll be interesting 
to see whether you can
get us out of here of not. Personaly. 
I don't think you cavalry
boys are as good as you think
you are."
For several minutes after Eastwood 
went out, Schwabacker
concentrated on controlling his
temper. Finally he returned to
the main room and spoke to Sergeant 
Finnegan. "I believe it's
time to trick Spotted Tail. Sergeant. 
Take three men in the
yard and hitch the mounts to the
stage and wagons."
"Yes sor," Finnegan said,
turning. He took two steps before 
halting and turning back.
"Hitch them, sor? They won't
take harness, sor."
"Nonsense," Schwabacker said,
smiling slightly. "You have a
way with animals, Finnegan."
"If you say so, sor," He
glanced at Jocelyn as if in apology, 
then went out.
Sergeant McGruger was
crouched against the south wall
and Schwabacker motioned for
him to come over. "We'll have
to have a hanging litter for the
captain, Sergeant Lieutenant
Jocelyn can be tied to his horse."
At McGruger's frown, Schwabacker 
explained: "I believe I
know the lieutenant's pride: he'd
have to be dead before he'd permit 
himself to be hauled in a
wagon."


WHAT IS HAPPENING
By
JAMES KEENE
© Copyright 1956, by James Keene. Reprinted by permission of Random House, Inc. (King Features Syndicate)
Second Lieutenant Emil Schwabacker 
bad had a year of dreary inaction 
with the Cavalry at Fort Laramie, 
Wyoming. He felt pent up under
the infallibly exacting coldly reserved. 
First Lieutenant Temple
Jocelyn. Even the thought of his flauree. 
Henrietta, was not consoling for
she was back in Vermont, a painful
memory.
The patrol which brought him to
Ryndlee's ranch was a turning point
in his life. A company of infantry
had been sent to orce fort Larale, 
Jocelyn's tr had been soldiers
at the ranch and escort them. A mile
from Ryndlee's the cavalrymen saw
the infantry position ringed by at
tacking Indians. Jocelyn sent Emil
with part of the troop to flank the
Indians while Jocelyn pushed through
to the infantrymen's aid. When the
two-pronged assault had forced the
Indians to draw back. Emil and Jocelyn 
found the company of infantry
shattered and its captain. Nathan
Kineard, in agony with a badly mangled 
arm Emil who had run away
 a medical career to the Army
amputated the arm. Then in a renowed 
Indian attack. Jocelyn was
wounded, and it was up to Schwabacker 
to take command and try to
save the force.
AT NOON Jake Ryndlee went
into the kitchen and made ten
gallons of stew, which was ladled
into ss kits. Schwabacker had
been alternating his tune between
Captain Kincard and an observation 
post he had established in
Ryndlee's attic. Plainly the hostles 
were setting down for a
stage, a fire was visible and they
were gathering around it, eating,
gesturing often toward the road
ch.
Under Schwabacker's guidance,
Corporal Linahan proved his
value as a surgeon's assistant
when he sutured. Schwabacker's
arm and bandaged it. With the
laudamum used up. Schwabacker
could only sit back with his pain
and put up with it. He lessened
it by telling himself that Jocelyn
and Captain Kincaid had suffered
infirmly more. Corporal Linahan 
left the attic to get Schwabacker 
a plate of stew. He came
back and the young lieutenant
balanced it on his knees.
White Schwabacker ate, Linahan 
looked out at the hostiles,
finally he turned back and said
"Durned near two years now
they've been content to watch us.
Now they attack. You got any
idea why sor?"
"We're at war with them."
Schwabacker said. He shook his
head. "I'm not a general, Mike.
I don't know the answers. Things
have a way of passing me up.
The important things, anyway."
Linahan leaned back against
the wall. His voice was softly
slurred. I been at Laramie nearly
ten years, sor. Seen a heap of
Injuns there: Cheyennes, Arapahoe, 
Kiowa; you name em, I've
seen 'em. This is Spotted Tail's
bunch, sor. Up to now he's been
a peaceful Cheyenne. It don't
figure, him starting, trouble this
far east, on the Bozeman Road,
sor. Now with Laramie only a
day's march west."
"Figure or not, you've got
trouble now," Schwabacker said.
Steps on the ladder brought
their attention around and Lydia

Kincaid settled in the loft. She
smoothed her dirt-spotted dress
over her legs and sat down across
from Emil Schwabacker. Corporal 
Linahan excused himself, and
when he had gone, she said, "I
want to thank you for what you
did for Nathan."
"We'll get him out of here tonight," 
Schwabacker said.
"Is that possible?"
He shrugged. "Both you husband 
and Lieutenant Jocelyn need
hospitalization. The nearest is a
good day's march from here. So
it becomes not a matter of can
I move them; I must move them,
and soon."
"My husband's suffering terribly 
from shock. Will he die?"
"Not if I can get him to Laramic," 
Schwabacker said.
"If is a big word, Lieutenant,
I've heard it enough to know."
He sighed, "Corporal Linahan
will rig a litter in the ambulance." 
He studied her. She was
holding herself in she had the
will and courage to do it, too.
But then he received the distinct
impression that this was a long
habit with her, that her disappointments 
had been many impulsively 
he touched her hand.
"Mrs. Kincaid, the army takes
good care of its soldiers We'll
get him to the post safely."
"Yes," she said softly, "I be
have you will. I saw your holding 
action, Mr. Schwabacker
Very impetuous and very brave."
"Desperate is the word," he
said, revealing to her a tragment
of his uncertainties, his doubts.
He wondered it all command was
this heavy on a man's shoulders,
and if it was, where he would
get the strength to bear up under
thirty-five years of it.
Late in the afternoon the rain
began again, turning the horizon
to a state-gray smudge. Lieutenant 
Schwabacker studied the Indians 
through the downstairs window. 
Actually he had a better
position of observation in the attic, 
but he felt a pressing need
to show Lieutenant Jocelyn that
he was not hiding. Jocelyn still
sat against the wall, a bloody
bandage binding his chest. His
eyes followed Schwabacker's
every move. Schwabacker could
remember distinctly how his father 
would watch him like that,
even when he was a child, as
though he expected some heretofore 
hidden flaw to appear suddenly 
and was afraid he would
miss it.
Schwabacker brought himself
up with a start, for never before
had he consciously noticed the
similarity between Temple Jocelyn's 
eyes and those of his father.
To get away he turned and went
into Captain Kincaid's room for
a look. In spite of the whiskey
induced stupor, Kincaid was suffering 
terrible agony. His pulse
was rapid, his breathing shallow
and he perspired freely, although
shaking as though he had chills.

Schwabacker stood there, recognizing 
the symptoms of shock, yet
unable to help the man. If he
only had some laudanum.
Lieutenant Matthew Eastwood
came in. He said, "He looks
bad." For a reason beyond his
understanding, Schwabacker
could find offense in Eastwood.
"Mr. Eastwood, how long have
you been in the army?"
"One dismal year, give or take
a few months."
Schwabacker brought out his
black book; it was his now that
Jocelyn was unable to command.
Schwabacker wrote that down.
"Now, Mr. Eastwood, I would
like the particulars of Captain
Kincaid's engagement with Spotted 
Tail's Cheyennes."
Eastwood shrugged. "They
caught us on open ground and
opened fire before he could deploy. 
The captain decided to
make a run for it." He cocked
his head to one side. "Did you
over see infantry run from a
mounted force?"
"I'll make the necessary inquiries," 
Schwabacker said flatly"Mr. 
Eastwood, please recount
any constructive action you displayed 
during this engagement."
"I wasn't in command," Eastwood 
said. "I'll say that at Captain 
Kincaid's court martial. I
take orders like you do" He
fished a cigar out of his blouse
pocket and put a match to it.
"Stop acting like the important
man with me. When the time
comes to command. I'll command, 
not show my tail." He
turned to the door. "It'll be interesting 
to see whether you can
get us out of here of not. Personaly. 
I don't think you cavalry
boys are as good as you think
you are."
For several minutes after Eastwood 
went out, Schwabacker
concentrated on controlling his
temper. Finally he returned to
the main room and spoke to Sergeant 
Finnegan. "I believe it's
time to trick Spotted Tail. Sergeant. 
Take three men in the
yard and hitch the mounts to the
stage and wagons."
"Yes sor," Finnegan said,
turning. He took two steps before 
halting and turning back.
"Hitch them, sor? They won't
take harness, sor."
"Nonsense," Schwabacker said,
smiling slightly. "You have a
way with animals, Finnegan."
"If you say so, sor," He
glanced at Jocelyn as if in apology, 
then went out.
Sergeant McGruger was
crouched against the south wall
and Schwabacker motioned for
him to come over. "We'll have
to have a hanging litter for the
captain, Sergeant Lieutenant
Jocelyn can be tied to his horse."
At McGruger's frown, Schwabacker 
explained: "I believe I
know the lieutenant's pride: he'd
have to be dead before he'd permit 
himself to be hauled in a
wagon."


CHAPTER?
By
JAMES KEENE
© Copyright 1956, by James Keene. Reprinted by permission of Random House, Inc. (King Features Syndicate)
Second Lieutenant Emil Schwabacker 
bad had a year of dreary inaction 
with the Cavalry at Fort Laramie, 
Wyoming. He felt pent up under
the infallibly exacting coldly reserved. 
First Lieutenant Temple
Jocelyn. Even the thought of his flauree. 
Henrietta, was not consoling for
she was back in Vermont, a painful
memory.
The patrol which brought him to
Ryndlee's ranch was a turning point
in his life. A company of infantry
had been sent to orce fort Larale, 
Jocelyn's tr had been soldiers
at the ranch and escort them. A mile
from Ryndlee's the cavalrymen saw
the infantry position ringed by at
tacking Indians. Jocelyn sent Emil
with part of the troop to flank the
Indians while Jocelyn pushed through
to the infantrymen's aid. When the
two-pronged assault had forced the
Indians to draw back. Emil and Jocelyn 
found the company of infantry
shattered and its captain. Nathan
Kineard, in agony with a badly mangled 
arm Emil who had run away
 a medical career to the Army
amputated the arm. Then in a renowed 
Indian attack. Jocelyn was
wounded, and it was up to Schwabacker 
to take command and try to
save the force.
AT NOON Jake Ryndlee went
into the kitchen and made ten
gallons of stew, which was ladled
into ss kits. Schwabacker had
been alternating his tune between
Captain Kincard and an observation 
post he had established in
Ryndlee's attic. Plainly the hostles 
were setting down for a
stage, a fire was visible and they
were gathering around it, eating,
gesturing often toward the road
ch.
Under Schwabacker's guidance,
Corporal Linahan proved his
value as a surgeon's assistant
when he sutured. Schwabacker's
arm and bandaged it. With the
laudamum used up. Schwabacker
could only sit back with his pain
and put up with it. He lessened
it by telling himself that Jocelyn
and Captain Kincaid had suffered
infirmly more. Corporal Linahan 
left the attic to get Schwabacker 
a plate of stew. He came
back and the young lieutenant
balanced it on his knees.
White Schwabacker ate, Linahan 
looked out at the hostiles,
finally he turned back and said
"Durned near two years now
they've been content to watch us.
Now they attack. You got any
idea why sor?"
"We're at war with them."
Schwabacker said. He shook his
head. "I'm not a general, Mike.
I don't know the answers. Things
have a way of passing me up.
The important things, anyway."
Linahan leaned back against
the wall. His voice was softly
slurred. I been at Laramie nearly
ten years, sor. Seen a heap of
Injuns there: Cheyennes, Arapahoe, 
Kiowa; you name em, I've
seen 'em. This is Spotted Tail's
bunch, sor. Up to now he's been
a peaceful Cheyenne. It don't
figure, him starting, trouble this
far east, on the Bozeman Road,
sor. Now with Laramie only a
day's march west."
"Figure or not, you've got
trouble now," Schwabacker said.
Steps on the ladder brought
their attention around and Lydia

Kincaid settled in the loft. She
smoothed her dirt-spotted dress
over her legs and sat down across
from Emil Schwabacker. Corporal 
Linahan excused himself, and
when he had gone, she said, "I
want to thank you for what you
did for Nathan."
"We'll get him out of here tonight," 
Schwabacker said.
"Is that possible?"
He shrugged. "Both you husband 
and Lieutenant Jocelyn need
hospitalization. The nearest is a
good day's march from here. So
it becomes not a matter of can
I move them; I must move them,
and soon."
"My husband's suffering terribly 
from shock. Will he die?"
"Not if I can get him to Laramic," 
Schwabacker said.
"If is a big word, Lieutenant,
I've heard it enough to know."
He sighed, "Corporal Linahan
will rig a litter in the ambulance." 
He studied her. She was
holding herself in she had the
will and courage to do it, too.
But then he received the distinct
impression that this was a long
habit with her, that her disappointments 
had been many impulsively 
he touched her hand.
"Mrs. Kincaid, the army takes
good care of its soldiers We'll
get him to the post safely."
"Yes," she said softly, "I be
have you will. I saw your holding 
action, Mr. Schwabacker
Very impetuous and very brave."
"Desperate is the word," he
said, revealing to her a tragment
of his uncertainties, his doubts.
He wondered it all command was
this heavy on a man's shoulders,
and if it was, where he would
get the strength to bear up under
thirty-five years of it.
Late in the afternoon the rain
began again, turning the horizon
to a state-gray smudge. Lieutenant 
Schwabacker studied the Indians 
through the downstairs window. 
Actually he had a better
position of observation in the attic, 
but he felt a pressing need
to show Lieutenant Jocelyn that
he was not hiding. Jocelyn still
sat against the wall, a bloody
bandage binding his chest. His
eyes followed Schwabacker's
every move. Schwabacker could
remember distinctly how his father 
would watch him like that,
even when he was a child, as
though he expected some heretofore 
hidden flaw to appear suddenly 
and was afraid he would
miss it.
Schwabacker brought himself
up with a start, for never before
had he consciously noticed the
similarity between Temple Jocelyn's 
eyes and those of his father.
To get away he turned and went
into Captain Kincaid's room for
a look. In spite of the whiskey
induced stupor, Kincaid was suffering 
terrible agony. His pulse
was rapid, his breathing shallow
and he perspired freely, although
shaking as though he had chills.

Schwabacker stood there, recognizing 
the symptoms of shock, yet
unable to help the man. If he
only had some laudanum.
Lieutenant Matthew Eastwood
came in. He said, "He looks
bad." For a reason beyond his
understanding, Schwabacker
could find offense in Eastwood.
"Mr. Eastwood, how long have
you been in the army?"
"One dismal year, give or take
a few months."
Schwabacker brought out his
black book; it was his now that
Jocelyn was unable to command.
Schwabacker wrote that down.
"Now, Mr. Eastwood, I would
like the particulars of Captain
Kincaid's engagement with Spotted 
Tail's Cheyennes."
Eastwood shrugged. "They
caught us on open ground and
opened fire before he could deploy. 
The captain decided to
make a run for it." He cocked
his head to one side. "Did you
over see infantry run from a
mounted force?"
"I'll make the necessary inquiries," 
Schwabacker said flatly"Mr. 
Eastwood, please recount
any constructive action you displayed 
during this engagement."
"I wasn't in command," Eastwood 
said. "I'll say that at Captain 
Kincaid's court martial. I
take orders like you do" He
fished a cigar out of his blouse
pocket and put a match to it.
"Stop acting like the important
man with me. When the time
comes to command. I'll command, 
not show my tail." He
turned to the door. "It'll be interesting 
to see whether you can
get us out of here of not. Personaly. 
I don't think you cavalry
boys are as good as you think
you are."
For several minutes after Eastwood 
went out, Schwabacker
concentrated on controlling his
temper. Finally he returned to
the main room and spoke to Sergeant 
Finnegan. "I believe it's
time to trick Spotted Tail. Sergeant. 
Take three men in the
yard and hitch the mounts to the
stage and wagons."
"Yes sor," Finnegan said,
turning. He took two steps before 
halting and turning back.
"Hitch them, sor? They won't
take harness, sor."
"Nonsense," Schwabacker said,
smiling slightly. "You have a
way with animals, Finnegan."
"If you say so, sor," He
glanced at Jocelyn as if in apology, 
then went out.
Sergeant McGruger was
crouched against the south wall
and Schwabacker motioned for
him to come over. "We'll have
to have a hanging litter for the
captain, Sergeant Lieutenant
Jocelyn can be tied to his horse."
At McGruger's frown, Schwabacker 
explained: "I believe I
know the lieutenant's pride: he'd
have to be dead before he'd permit 
himself to be hauled in a
wagon."


MY WEEKLY
SERMON
REV. BLAIR HUNT
PASTOR
MISSISSIPPI BLVD. CHRISTIAN
CHURCH, MEMPHIS
Text: "I thirst" John 19:23
For several weeks we have been
sitting at the foot of the cross, looking 
listening, and thinking. And now
knewing that at the foot of the cross
the troubled, the stricken, the despised, 
the rejected, the misunderstood, 
the scorned the lonely and the
sorrowful may find peace and salvation, 
we have heard Jesus, the
Christ pour out in words the impulses 
of his very heart.
We have watched him suspended
on the cross while the soldiers who
nailed him there shot dice for his
seamless robe. They said, "Let us not
tear his seamless robe; Let us throw
dice for it seeing then whose it
shall be,"
"I THIRST," SAID JESUS.
Not the son of God was he then...
But the son of mail.. The man of
flesh, and bones, and blood. Jesus
was so very human. Though he was
the very God of the very God, he
was also the most human; the most
lender, and the most lovable man
the world, has ever known.
While the leering fools looked on
there was one who had a compassionate 
impulses, and ministered unto
Jesus. There is always one in a
crowd who is willing to lend an attentive 
ear to the pleadings of one
in distress and to lend a hand to the
helpless. This one ran moved with
compassion and endeavored to relieve 
his thirst A cup of cold water.,
a sponge of mine.
This was not the first, time Jesus
asked a strainer for a drink of water 
to parch his thirst. A strange
samaritan woman at once of Jacob'
wells was approached by Jesus. We
read. "There cometh a woman of

samaria to draw water; sermonette
Jesus saith unto her, 'give me to
drink!"
Jesus is thirsting today for the
souls of men and women boys and
girls?
I would like to know the name of
the unnamed compassionate onlooker 
who ran to quench the thirst
of Jesus. We don't have his autograph 
Yet. I am positive his name
is engraved on an eternal scroll and
placed in the archives of heaven....
That it is in the Lamb's Book of
Life. I wonder
Today we have the opportunity of
giving Jesus to drink. In so many
places and in so many ways Jesus is
on the cross. Hebrews  Read
Thus: "They cruelty The Son of
God afresh, and put him to open
shame," Jesus is still being crucified
through the agony, through the injustices. 
Through the hatreds of
those about us. When we minister
to those in agony to the troubled,
to the stricken to the sorrowful, we
minister into Jesus, The Christ.
It may be when we stand on the
brink of the least of these my brethren 
ye have done it unto me."
Let us pray, Oh, Jesus Christ,
who did bear pain and thirst for
our sakes, may we thirst for thee...
May we be willing to drink of thy
cup and follow thee.. Who, with the
Father and the Holy Ghost, now
reigneth... One God world without
end. Amen! Amen! Amen!

THE FIFTH WORD
REV. BLAIR HUNT
PASTOR
MISSISSIPPI BLVD. CHRISTIAN
CHURCH, MEMPHIS
Text: "I thirst" John 19:23
For several weeks we have been
sitting at the foot of the cross, looking 
listening, and thinking. And now
knewing that at the foot of the cross
the troubled, the stricken, the despised, 
the rejected, the misunderstood, 
the scorned the lonely and the
sorrowful may find peace and salvation, 
we have heard Jesus, the
Christ pour out in words the impulses 
of his very heart.
We have watched him suspended
on the cross while the soldiers who
nailed him there shot dice for his
seamless robe. They said, "Let us not
tear his seamless robe; Let us throw
dice for it seeing then whose it
shall be,"
"I THIRST," SAID JESUS.
Not the son of God was he then...
But the son of mail.. The man of
flesh, and bones, and blood. Jesus
was so very human. Though he was
the very God of the very God, he
was also the most human; the most
lender, and the most lovable man
the world, has ever known.
While the leering fools looked on
there was one who had a compassionate 
impulses, and ministered unto
Jesus. There is always one in a
crowd who is willing to lend an attentive 
ear to the pleadings of one
in distress and to lend a hand to the
helpless. This one ran moved with
compassion and endeavored to relieve 
his thirst A cup of cold water.,
a sponge of mine.
This was not the first, time Jesus
asked a strainer for a drink of water 
to parch his thirst. A strange
samaritan woman at once of Jacob'
wells was approached by Jesus. We
read. "There cometh a woman of

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Jesus saith unto her, 'give me to
drink!"
Jesus is thirsting today for the
souls of men and women boys and
girls?
I would like to know the name of
the unnamed compassionate onlooker 
who ran to quench the thirst
of Jesus. We don't have his autograph 
Yet. I am positive his name
is engraved on an eternal scroll and
placed in the archives of heaven....
That it is in the Lamb's Book of
Life. I wonder
Today we have the opportunity of
giving Jesus to drink. In so many
places and in so many ways Jesus is
on the cross. Hebrews  Read
Thus: "They cruelty The Son of
God afresh, and put him to open
shame," Jesus is still being crucified
through the agony, through the injustices. 
Through the hatreds of
those about us. When we minister
to those in agony to the troubled,
to the stricken to the sorrowful, we
minister into Jesus, The Christ.
It may be when we stand on the
brink of the least of these my brethren 
ye have done it unto me."
Let us pray, Oh, Jesus Christ,
who did bear pain and thirst for
our sakes, may we thirst for thee...
May we be willing to drink of thy
cup and follow thee.. Who, with the
Father and the Holy Ghost, now
reigneth... One God world without
end. Amen! Amen! Amen!

COLD SUFFERERS
COLD discomforts yield quickly to
STANBACK'S prescription formula.
STANBACK tablets or powders
work fast to bring comforting relief 
from tired, sore, aching muscles,
neuralgia and headaches duet to
colds.
If you have been disabled for a
long time, failure to apply before
the end of June may mean complete
loss of your eligibility for disability
benefit payments. It would work
this way; Suppose you were disabled
so that you could not work at any
time before January 1955, say
March 1954. If you delay making an
application, to establish your disability 
until July 1957 the period
of your disability by the terms of
the law must begin with July 1956.
Remember, one requirement for
eligibility for disability benefits is
that you have 1 1/2 years of work, in
the 3 years just before the date
your disability began. Figuring back
from the beginning date (July 1956)
of your disability, in this case, you
now have only 1/4 of a year of work
and therefore cannot be eligible for
disability benefit payments.
If you have worked under social
security and are disabled and if you
feel that your disability is severe
enough to meet the requirements of
the social security law, get in touch
with our district office as soon as
possible.
If you were disabled more than a
year ago. It is especially important
for you to get in touch with us before 
the end of June. II you Walt
until later. It may be too late.
In my next article I shall discuss
the importance of the "disability
freeze" to all disabled persons regardless 
of age and regardless of
their immediate right to disability
insurance payments.

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