Memphis World
Memphis World Publishing Co.
1957-04-20
Raymond F. Tisby

MEMPHIS WORLD
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against the interest of its readers.

Easter As of 1957
Since time immemorial the first full moon after the twentyfirst 
of March has been known as Easter Sunday. In that a
world holiday, representing all true believers in our Lord and
those who would celebrate the resurrection from the dead.
Therefore, Easter, is the principal ecclesiastical event of the
year. That symbol of holiness gets its name from Eostre, a Teutanic 
goddess, whose festival was celebrated in the spring.
Her name was given to the Christian festival, as it was she
according to legend, who opened the portals of Valhalla to receive
the White God and the Sun God, representing purity and light.
The history of Easier; which is a symbol of the Resurrection
to us, is intertwined with many religious customs and observances
dating bock hundreds of years before the time of Christ. However 
Christians have utilized various customs and traditions to
create and color this observance in the real spirit of Jesus rebirth.
The Easter egg, for example, according to tradition, came to
be associated with Easier because eggs were forbidden to be
eaten during Lent, and on Easier Sunday they were traditionally
served. The Easter egg, however, had dated back to the Egyptions 
and Persians, and also the Greeks and Romans who ate
eggs annually in their spring festivals.
Eggs have long since been connected with new life, as was
the rabbit, a most prolific animal, and the rabbit was eventually
to be used, in children tales, as another emblem of fertility of
new life.
Throughout the land, Christendom is looking to the resurrection 
today as the hope of the world. Around it hangs the
mission of peace add in those lands where there are wars and
rumors of wars, there is a softening of the hard hearts or men
and governments.
A new spirit of tolerance may be seen in our own country.
Paul the great Apostle, who lived at the time of Christ, but
who met as closest of kin to him, his brother James, proclaimed
in a letter to the Roman people that "if there be no resurrection
of the dead, then is all our preaching in vain." Paul went even
further in declaring that "then we are found false witnesses for
we have testified that Christ rose, without foundation.
Just as Paul would base the whole merit of preaching on the
resurrection, then the whole process and hope for the peace would
be founded Upon that same philosophy.
It is well that the churches take the lead if coming up to this
great festival. The national Congress of the United States has
declared an Easter recess and the school children are staging a
week-end holiday in commemoration of this great event.
The history and story of Easter are before us. We all have
felt the power of the spirit and with Mrs. Julia Word Howe, we
shout—"Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord."
"Hosanna, Hosanna, in the highest!"

REVIEWING
THE NEWS
BY WILLIAM GORDON
We had been cruising at five thousand feet. I hove often
heard pilots soy that out into the "wide blue yonder," the
atmosphere is far more peaceful.
At least for a short fifty minutes I had this experience, but
as the aircraft began to drop out of the sky, I fell somewhat
like the man who occasionally made trips to Mississippi.
"I could bear the strain, the tension," he sold, "until I drove
out of the hills into the delta country. It was then that I began
to get a depressed feeling. Fear and mistrust seemed to grip me
when I would stop at a service station, or drive through a small
town to see friends. I imagine it was passion of reason that caught me."
The airport in Montgomery is small, slightly on the order of
a small town railway station with a few passengers standing
around, some smoking, some eyeing each other out of curiosity.
No one should criticize the sue of the station. What gets you
is the recent pattern, established by local officials.
Although, Negroes have been riding the airlines, for years
now, sitting in the come plane with whiles who do not complain 
about segregation, there are still some who think that when
the plane settles to the ground, some rigid rules should be maintained. 
The rest rooms hove been clearly marked with signs
for "Colored and for White." A very conspicuous sign, painted in
red, hongs across the aisle in view of all who may enter. Officials
want it to be clear that, even if there is no segregation at five.
thousand feet, it will be maintained on the ground.
A few days ego the Governor of Maryland made a speech
before the meeting attorneys general and called for "reason instead 
of passion" in these times of social change.
Although, the governor of Maryland has been a shining
example of what he said, a few other areas have taken the
same steps. This has been particularly true in airports in parts
of the deep South.
Knoxville, Tennessee and Nashville have set the example,
no segregation in waiting rooms, rest rooms, and restaurants.
This cannot be said of Atlanta where some term race relations
at their very best.
There must be something obviously lacking in the thinking
and, planning of people when they continue to drop to their
emotions.
Passion has never been known to achieve anything, but
haired Men have lost their souls over it. Some have lost fortunes 
and even nations have crumbled over the lust of hate
and bigotry. Those who continue to be a slave to passion can
expect their fate in similar terms. Man cannot be free with
it. The only true triumphs is the use of reason. The South would.
be well, to keep, this in mind.

Reason Instead Of Passion. . . .
BY WILLIAM GORDON
We had been cruising at five thousand feet. I hove often
heard pilots soy that out into the "wide blue yonder," the
atmosphere is far more peaceful.
At least for a short fifty minutes I had this experience, but
as the aircraft began to drop out of the sky, I fell somewhat
like the man who occasionally made trips to Mississippi.
"I could bear the strain, the tension," he sold, "until I drove
out of the hills into the delta country. It was then that I began
to get a depressed feeling. Fear and mistrust seemed to grip me
when I would stop at a service station, or drive through a small
town to see friends. I imagine it was passion of reason that caught me."
The airport in Montgomery is small, slightly on the order of
a small town railway station with a few passengers standing
around, some smoking, some eyeing each other out of curiosity.
No one should criticize the sue of the station. What gets you
is the recent pattern, established by local officials.
Although, Negroes have been riding the airlines, for years
now, sitting in the come plane with whiles who do not complain 
about segregation, there are still some who think that when
the plane settles to the ground, some rigid rules should be maintained. 
The rest rooms hove been clearly marked with signs
for "Colored and for White." A very conspicuous sign, painted in
red, hongs across the aisle in view of all who may enter. Officials
want it to be clear that, even if there is no segregation at five.
thousand feet, it will be maintained on the ground.
A few days ego the Governor of Maryland made a speech
before the meeting attorneys general and called for "reason instead 
of passion" in these times of social change.
Although, the governor of Maryland has been a shining
example of what he said, a few other areas have taken the
same steps. This has been particularly true in airports in parts
of the deep South.
Knoxville, Tennessee and Nashville have set the example,
no segregation in waiting rooms, rest rooms, and restaurants.
This cannot be said of Atlanta where some term race relations
at their very best.
There must be something obviously lacking in the thinking
and, planning of people when they continue to drop to their
emotions.
Passion has never been known to achieve anything, but
haired Men have lost their souls over it. Some have lost fortunes 
and even nations have crumbled over the lust of hate
and bigotry. Those who continue to be a slave to passion can
expect their fate in similar terms. Man cannot be free with
it. The only true triumphs is the use of reason. The South would.
be well, to keep, this in mind.


BY JEWEL GENTRY
Mrs. Adele Dodson passed suddenly 
at her Greenview Circle
home Monday afternoon. Mrs.
Dodson had worked in her flower
garden just before she ran to the
house and fell according to neighbors 
who saw her. She was taken
to the hospital, but died before arriving 
there.
Funeral services will be held
Sunday at 12 at Shiloh Baptist
Church at Barton. Miss with the
Reverend T. J. Thomas pastor of
the church officiating Burial will
be in the church cemetery.
Mrs. Dodson is suvived by a devoted 
husband. Mr. Frank Dodson,
Sr. three children. Mr. James Dodson, 
Mr. Frank Dodson, Jr., and
Linda Kay; an 8 year old daughterta 
mother, Mrs. Bertha Thomas; 
two brothers and three sisters,
Mr. Joe Sandridge, Reverend Hubert 
Sandridg, Mrs. Louise. Sandridge. 
Mrs. Fannie Pearl Morris
and Mrs. Otha Lee Sandridge Mrs.
Dodson is also survived by four
sister-in-laws Mrs. Many Lee
Dodson. Mrs. Irene Fanner of
Memphis; Mrs. Magnolia Dodson
of Collierville, Tenn. and Mrs. Esther 
Thomas of Michigan. The
Dodson's who live in Evergreen
Green Gardens, formerly lived at
Collierville.

MRS. MOLLIE ALEXANDER Who
passed at her Mississippi Blvd.
home March 21st at the age of 85
after a useful and beautiful life.
Mrs. Alexander was a prominent
and Well liked citizen. She was the

devoted mother of Mrs. Margaret
Scott with whom she lived and
Mrs. Fannie Alexander Roland of
Chicago. She is also survived by a
granddaughter, Mrs. Fannie Walker
and a great grandson, Ricks Mason
Jr.
DR. WENWORTH MILLER,
husband of the former Miss Pauline 
Pinkston of Memphis and Cordovia, 
Tenn.) at his Boston. Mass.
home. Last year Dr. and Mrs. Miller 
were at Florida A. and M. college 
where he was a member of the
college faculty after spending 8
years in Africa where he was in
the field of education in Monrovia 
Mrs. Miller is the daughter of
Dr. Pinkston.
MRS IDA WALKER, mother of
Miss Gertrude Walker who passed
at the E. H. Crump Hospital after
a sudden illness last March., approximate 
4 weeks ago.
MRS. LUCENDIA BRANSFORD
THOMAS, mother of Mrs. Annie
Mae Brown who passed at Mrs.
Brown's Quinn Street home Monday 
morning after being confined
to the bed for several days, before
she passed Mrs. Thomas had been
blind for over 12 years. Mass was
heard Thurday morning from St.
Augustine Catholic Church by
Father Cosmas. Burial was in Macon. 
Ga., the deceased matron's
native home. Others surviving Mrs.
Thomas are another daughter, Mrs.
Mason E. Mosley of Corona, Long
Island, New York, a grandson, Mr.
Larry Brown, Jr. who arrived here
from California during the. Mass
after 2 years in Europe. She is also 
survived by a great granddaughter 
and three great-great granddaughters 
and one great grandson,
all of Charleston, S. C. The
Southern Funeral Home was in
charge of arrangements.
MISS GAIL, THOMPSON, daugter 
of Mr. and Mrs. A. V. Thompson 
(native Memphians) who passed 
at her Atlanta home last week
Miss Thompson was the parental
granddaughter of the late Dr. and
Mrs. Thompson of Memphis and
the late Mr. M. S. Stuart of Memphis 
and Mrs. Stuart of Denver
she is the cousin of Mr. and Mrs.
Bob Roberts and Mr. and Mrs.
Houston Stacker of Memphis.
MISS SHIRLEY HARPER, a
former Manassas High School student 
who moved to Los Angeles
with her parents, Mr. and Mrs.
Willie Harper, Sr. less than 2
months ago. Shirley's sister, Miss
Rosa Harper and a friend, Mrs.
Amelia Register Whitlow returned
early this week after attending the
funeral services in California.

OTHER MEMKPHIANS PASSED
BY JEWEL GENTRY
Mrs. Adele Dodson passed suddenly 
at her Greenview Circle
home Monday afternoon. Mrs.
Dodson had worked in her flower
garden just before she ran to the
house and fell according to neighbors 
who saw her. She was taken
to the hospital, but died before arriving 
there.
Funeral services will be held
Sunday at 12 at Shiloh Baptist
Church at Barton. Miss with the
Reverend T. J. Thomas pastor of
the church officiating Burial will
be in the church cemetery.
Mrs. Dodson is suvived by a devoted 
husband. Mr. Frank Dodson,
Sr. three children. Mr. James Dodson, 
Mr. Frank Dodson, Jr., and
Linda Kay; an 8 year old daughterta 
mother, Mrs. Bertha Thomas; 
two brothers and three sisters,
Mr. Joe Sandridge, Reverend Hubert 
Sandridg, Mrs. Louise. Sandridge. 
Mrs. Fannie Pearl Morris
and Mrs. Otha Lee Sandridge Mrs.
Dodson is also survived by four
sister-in-laws Mrs. Many Lee
Dodson. Mrs. Irene Fanner of
Memphis; Mrs. Magnolia Dodson
of Collierville, Tenn. and Mrs. Esther 
Thomas of Michigan. The
Dodson's who live in Evergreen
Green Gardens, formerly lived at
Collierville.

MRS. MOLLIE ALEXANDER Who
passed at her Mississippi Blvd.
home March 21st at the age of 85
after a useful and beautiful life.
Mrs. Alexander was a prominent
and Well liked citizen. She was the

devoted mother of Mrs. Margaret
Scott with whom she lived and
Mrs. Fannie Alexander Roland of
Chicago. She is also survived by a
granddaughter, Mrs. Fannie Walker
and a great grandson, Ricks Mason
Jr.
DR. WENWORTH MILLER,
husband of the former Miss Pauline 
Pinkston of Memphis and Cordovia, 
Tenn.) at his Boston. Mass.
home. Last year Dr. and Mrs. Miller 
were at Florida A. and M. college 
where he was a member of the
college faculty after spending 8
years in Africa where he was in
the field of education in Monrovia 
Mrs. Miller is the daughter of
Dr. Pinkston.
MRS IDA WALKER, mother of
Miss Gertrude Walker who passed
at the E. H. Crump Hospital after
a sudden illness last March., approximate 
4 weeks ago.
MRS. LUCENDIA BRANSFORD
THOMAS, mother of Mrs. Annie
Mae Brown who passed at Mrs.
Brown's Quinn Street home Monday 
morning after being confined
to the bed for several days, before
she passed Mrs. Thomas had been
blind for over 12 years. Mass was
heard Thurday morning from St.
Augustine Catholic Church by
Father Cosmas. Burial was in Macon. 
Ga., the deceased matron's
native home. Others surviving Mrs.
Thomas are another daughter, Mrs.
Mason E. Mosley of Corona, Long
Island, New York, a grandson, Mr.
Larry Brown, Jr. who arrived here
from California during the. Mass
after 2 years in Europe. She is also 
survived by a great granddaughter 
and three great-great granddaughters 
and one great grandson,
all of Charleston, S. C. The
Southern Funeral Home was in
charge of arrangements.
MISS GAIL, THOMPSON, daugter 
of Mr. and Mrs. A. V. Thompson 
(native Memphians) who passed 
at her Atlanta home last week
Miss Thompson was the parental
granddaughter of the late Dr. and
Mrs. Thompson of Memphis and
the late Mr. M. S. Stuart of Memphis 
and Mrs. Stuart of Denver
she is the cousin of Mr. and Mrs.
Bob Roberts and Mr. and Mrs.
Houston Stacker of Memphis.
MISS SHIRLEY HARPER, a
former Manassas High School student 
who moved to Los Angeles
with her parents, Mr. and Mrs.
Willie Harper, Sr. less than 2
months ago. Shirley's sister, Miss
Rosa Harper and a friend, Mrs.
Amelia Register Whitlow returned
early this week after attending the
funeral services in California.

Dual Rites Held In Ark.
Chicago For Memphian
Dual ritos were held recently
in Edmondson, Ark. and Chicago,
for the late William Grandvill
Waterford, 99 years-old who passed
here recently at the home of his
daughter, Mrs. Artie G. Nelson.
97l Manassas.
First rites were held in Edmondson, 
Mr. Waterloo's native home,
in the Bethlehem
Baptist Church
which was orcanized 
in the
home of his parents 
with the
Rev. W. L. Var 
pastor of
Jackson Avenue
Baptist Church
here, the Revs. W.
M. Coke and Calham, 
officiating.
Final rites were
held in Chicago's

Bethesda Baptist

Wm. WATERFOKD PASSES
Dual ritos were held recently
in Edmondson, Ark. and Chicago,
for the late William Grandvill
Waterford, 99 years-old who passed
here recently at the home of his
daughter, Mrs. Artie G. Nelson.
97l Manassas.
First rites were held in Edmondson, 
Mr. Waterloo's native home,
in the Bethlehem
Baptist Church
which was orcanized 
in the
home of his parents 
with the
Rev. W. L. Var 
pastor of
Jackson Avenue
Baptist Church
here, the Revs. W.
M. Coke and Calham, 
officiating.
Final rites were
held in Chicago's

Bethesda Baptist

Autherine Lucy

and write for the agency as a
sideline.
Bow asked what was the development 
in the Autherine Lucy
that made it necessary for USIA
to buy a story on it and where did
the agency use the story abroad.
Burnett Anderson deputy 
rector in charge of the press serwith 
replied that the story was
written so that the agency would
have its "own reliable-information
about actuality what was going on
He continued.
"As you know there was a great
deal of material sent abroad on
the Autherine Lucy case, and is
was widely discussed and to a considerable 
extent distorted in other
countries.
"We filed material that would
tend if required to be used to put
this sensational reporting into perspective. 

"We did not put anything out
for publication as such. We filed
the basic factual information without 
sensationalism for the informkation 
of our officers to use at
their discretion in replying to the
charges and sensationalism that
were flying around."
Asked what was the editorial
attitude of the Tuscaloosa News.
Anderson replied that he did not
know.
"Did you get your AP files on
this case?" Bow saked.
"He (Hamner) was also covering
for AP there." Anderson replied.
"We did get AP and UP files."
"So you have a pretty complete
file over at the AP without going
down to a local newswriter on one
of these rather sensational papers
and certainly one with a lot of
heat back or it?" Bow asked.
Anderson replied that USIA is
is not permitted to use AP and

Church, with the pastor, the Rev.
A. Lincoln James, officiating. The
body was interred in Lincoln Cemevery 
there.
Mr. Waterford, born to slave parents. 
Mr. and Mrs. Tom Waterford,
on the Campbell plantation in Edmondson, 
because a prosperous
farmer owning some 500 acres, and
merchant, owner of the W. O.
Waterford and sons general store.
In 1931, shortly after the passing.
of his wife. Mrs. Mary Waterford
Mr. Waterford moved to Chicago
to live with his oldest son and then
to Memphis with his daughter, Mrs.
Nelson.
Survivors include; Emory O. Fre.
D., Clark B. Sr., James L. and
Grandville Waterford, sons, all of
Chicago; two daughters. Mrs. Bessie 
L. Bell of St. Lauis and Mrs.
Nelson; two sisters in law, Mrs.
Jemmie P. Waterford of Chicago
and Mrs. Betha Waterford of
Edmondson; 10 grand children and
15 great grandchildren.
UP material. He said USIA felt
that the Autherine Lucy stories were
important enough for the agency
to have its own factual reports on
which to rely.

Cong. Powell

ca are more concerned about how
the American Negro is treated than
 single facet of this countrys' 
government.
Striking out at Atlanta Negroes,
the speaker said "non voters are
literally lynching themselves. They
are 20th century uncle Toms. And if
they don't vote for T. M. Alexander,
Sr., as alderman; and Dr. Rufus
E. Clement as a Board of Education 
member they should be run
out of Atlanta."
Powell emphasized that he was
not going to relent on his fight to
prevent the passage of any legisietion 
which would provide federal
aide to any school district which
refuses to integrate schools. "Because 
I believe that the Supreme
Court is the law of the land. And
that court says that segregation
in public schools is illegal," He said.
He stated further. "I am not worried 
about Eleanor Roosevelt.
President Eisenhower or others who
accuse me of fighting progress in
American education."
"The Negro has fought within
the legal and moral law of the
land. Now the stamina of the south
is upon the Negro. He is the law
abiding citizen. The white citizens
have failed to follow the law."
He explained that Georgia has
not attempted to integrate schools
after three years. He also pointed
out that he advocates moderation
"But Georgia has made no start.
If they would have attempted integration 
with moderation they
would have integrated at least three

grades."
Senator Eastling of Mississippi
said he would advocate gradualism
"go slow" which means at least
go."
On concluding Cong Powell advised 
the audience to "stand., work
live and fight together.
Powerful agencies are working to
end this, racial tragedy. Work on
Those who fall by the wayside will
be replaced by others."
He was presented by Rev. William
Holmes Borders, pastor of Wheat
Street church and president of the
LLL Movement.
Candidate Alexander and Dr.
Clement-were presented for brief
remarks, as well as the six ministers 
who were, arrested last December 
in an attempt to fide local
buses unsegregated.
Nearly $1,500 was collected. Rev.
Borders said that the money was
needed for the pending court case
of the six ministers.
Other speakers included Rev. P.
L. Jones of Philadelphia church;
Rev. George W. Dudley who explained 
the purpose of the LLL
movement; E. M. Martin, vice president 
of the Atlanta Life Insurance
Co.; and Rev. B. J. Johnson, pastor 
of Mt. Calvary church who
presided.

NON VOTER

ca are more concerned about how
the American Negro is treated than
 single facet of this countrys' 
government.
Striking out at Atlanta Negroes,
the speaker said "non voters are
literally lynching themselves. They
are 20th century uncle Toms. And if
they don't vote for T. M. Alexander,
Sr., as alderman; and Dr. Rufus
E. Clement as a Board of Education 
member they should be run
out of Atlanta."
Powell emphasized that he was
not going to relent on his fight to
prevent the passage of any legisietion 
which would provide federal
aide to any school district which
refuses to integrate schools. "Because 
I believe that the Supreme
Court is the law of the land. And
that court says that segregation
in public schools is illegal," He said.
He stated further. "I am not worried 
about Eleanor Roosevelt.
President Eisenhower or others who
accuse me of fighting progress in
American education."
"The Negro has fought within
the legal and moral law of the
land. Now the stamina of the south
is upon the Negro. He is the law
abiding citizen. The white citizens
have failed to follow the law."
He explained that Georgia has
not attempted to integrate schools
after three years. He also pointed
out that he advocates moderation
"But Georgia has made no start.
If they would have attempted integration 
with moderation they
would have integrated at least three

grades."
Senator Eastling of Mississippi
said he would advocate gradualism
"go slow" which means at least
go."
On concluding Cong Powell advised 
the audience to "stand., work
live and fight together.
Powerful agencies are working to
end this, racial tragedy. Work on
Those who fall by the wayside will
be replaced by others."
He was presented by Rev. William
Holmes Borders, pastor of Wheat
Street church and president of the
LLL Movement.
Candidate Alexander and Dr.
Clement-were presented for brief
remarks, as well as the six ministers 
who were, arrested last December 
in an attempt to fide local
buses unsegregated.
Nearly $1,500 was collected. Rev.
Borders said that the money was
needed for the pending court case
of the six ministers.
Other speakers included Rev. P.
L. Jones of Philadelphia church;
Rev. George W. Dudley who explained 
the purpose of the LLL
movement; E. M. Martin, vice president 
of the Atlanta Life Insurance
Co.; and Rev. B. J. Johnson, pastor 
of Mt. Calvary church who
presided.

RACIAL TRAGEDY

ca are more concerned about how
the American Negro is treated than
 single facet of this countrys' 
government.
Striking out at Atlanta Negroes,
the speaker said "non voters are
literally lynching themselves. They
are 20th century uncle Toms. And if
they don't vote for T. M. Alexander,
Sr., as alderman; and Dr. Rufus
E. Clement as a Board of Education 
member they should be run
out of Atlanta."
Powell emphasized that he was
not going to relent on his fight to
prevent the passage of any legisietion 
which would provide federal
aide to any school district which
refuses to integrate schools. "Because 
I believe that the Supreme
Court is the law of the land. And
that court says that segregation
in public schools is illegal," He said.
He stated further. "I am not worried 
about Eleanor Roosevelt.
President Eisenhower or others who
accuse me of fighting progress in
American education."
"The Negro has fought within
the legal and moral law of the
land. Now the stamina of the south
is upon the Negro. He is the law
abiding citizen. The white citizens
have failed to follow the law."
He explained that Georgia has
not attempted to integrate schools
after three years. He also pointed
out that he advocates moderation
"But Georgia has made no start.
If they would have attempted integration 
with moderation they
would have integrated at least three

grades."
Senator Eastling of Mississippi
said he would advocate gradualism
"go slow" which means at least
go."
On concluding Cong Powell advised 
the audience to "stand., work
live and fight together.
Powerful agencies are working to
end this, racial tragedy. Work on
Those who fall by the wayside will
be replaced by others."
He was presented by Rev. William
Holmes Borders, pastor of Wheat
Street church and president of the
LLL Movement.
Candidate Alexander and Dr.
Clement-were presented for brief
remarks, as well as the six ministers 
who were, arrested last December 
in an attempt to fide local
buses unsegregated.
Nearly $1,500 was collected. Rev.
Borders said that the money was
needed for the pending court case
of the six ministers.
Other speakers included Rev. P.
L. Jones of Philadelphia church;
Rev. George W. Dudley who explained 
the purpose of the LLL
movement; E. M. Martin, vice president 
of the Atlanta Life Insurance
Co.; and Rev. B. J. Johnson, pastor 
of Mt. Calvary church who
presided.

Your Dollars Help Provide
Cancer Treatment For 8,000
Edward F. Barry, 1957 Cancer
Crusade chairman, this week reminded 
contributors their Cancer
Crusade dollars provided treatment
for nearly 8.000 cancer victims at
the West Tennessee cancer Clinic
last year.
"The clinic at 787 Jefferson,
treated 7,937 patients in 1350 or
461 more patients than in 1955."
Mr. Barry reported. "This year we
expected an even heavier "patient
load. Unifortunately many of them
will be children, because more chil
dren 
between the ages of 2 and 15
die form cancer than form any
other disease. And cancer strikes
one out of every three people in
Memphis and Shelby County.
Last year, the majority of clinic
cases involved skin cancer and
cancer of women, Dr. Ralph R.
Braund, medical director of the
clinic said Among 388 new cases
of cancer, there were 83 skin lesions, 
83 lesions in the female genital 
tract, 51 in the upper respiratory 
region, 49 in the breast, 31 in
the abdominal cavity. 25 in the
chest and eight in the male genital 
tract other lesions were discovered 
in the urinary tract, bones
and head.
"Drving cancer patients get
excellent medical diagnosis and
treatment free at the clinic," Mr.
Barry said. "We must continue this

service to the people of Memphis
and Shelby County. The clinic is
operated By contributions given in
the April. Cancer Crusade each
year."
Memphis and Shelby County's
1957 goal is $85,000. Donations may
be sent to the American Cancer
Society, 13 North Manassas; Memphis. 


W. A. Fowlkes

Tenn., he in a graduate of public
schools of union City and Dyersburg. 
Tenn. and an honor graduate
of Tennessee State A. and 1. University. 
He is married to the former
Miss Marjorie Roland and the father 
of two children. Loretta and
Wilhelmina. Mrs. Fowlkes will write
a social column feature for the
World.

Mrs. Stanley

Virginia For many years she was
a teacher at Manassas High School.
From 1943 to 1953 the worked with
"City Beautiful." She was a devoted 
member of Emmanuel Episcopal 
Church, the Klondike Civic
Club and the Church Auxiliary.
A prominent and will liked citizen, 
Mrs. Dixon known by her ready
mile and her kind deeds according
to her wealth of friends the city
 Friends all over the city, as
well as in her inundate communty 
are shocked and grieved over
her passing.
Other survivors are another
daughter. Mrs. Millicent Dixon
Solton, three grandchildren whom
the dearly loved. Remel, Julan,
and Kenneth Bolton; a step-son,
Mr. Walter Curry and a fostersister, 
Mrs. Millicent Jones Woods
of Nashville and a host of relatives 
and friends. T. H. Hayes and
Sons are in charge of arrangements. 


Plans Readied

source of constant pride to its
members.
Aside from the more than 3,000
churches throughout the United
States, the denomination also
claims churches in Alaska, Canada,
Cuba South Africa, Haiti; Jamaica, 
Liberia Hawaii and England.
Presently, the church, has under
construction an ultra-modern
printing and publishing house in
Memphis; with tentative dedication
scheduled for January, 1953.
For the 60th convocation, Bishop
A. B. McEwen and Bishop J. O.
Patterson of Memphis, are host
Bishops. Mrs. Lillian Brooks Coffey 
is general supervisor of Women's 
Department; Bishop W. G.
Shipman, Detroit, Mich., is national
chairman of Elder's Council; and
Bishop U. E. Miller, Detroit, Mich.,
general secretary.

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 
had 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 flancee.
Henrietta was not consoling for she
was back in Vermont.
The patrol which brought him to
Ryndlee's ranch was a turning point
in his life. A company of infantry had
been sent to reinforce Fort Laramie.
Jocelyn's troop had been ordered to
rendezvous with the foot soldiers at
the ranch and escort them. A mile
form Ryndlee's the cavalrymen saw
the infantry position ringed by attacking 
Indians. Jocelyn sent Emil
with part of the troop to flank the
Indians while Jocelyn a pushed through
to the infantryn a 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
Kincaid in agony with a badly mangled 
arm Emil, who had run away
form a medical career to the Army,
amputated the arm. Then, in a renewed 
Indian attack, Jocelyn was
wounded, and it was up to Schwabacker 
to take command and try to
save the force. As a trick. Emil arranges 
what appears a disorderly retreat 
to Fort Laramie. He realizes
that the Cheyeanes, led by Spotted
Tail have united with Red Clouds'
band of Sioux and only a surprise
can save his force.
COLONEL Henry B. Carrington 
had been relieved of his
Fort Kearny command and the
bungled campaign solidified by
Wessels genius for command.
Red Cloud would understand that
the time was here to rise or fall.
Closing off Wessels' supply line
would be the first logical step.
Sergeant Finnegan must have
been thinking these same
thoughts as Emil Schwabacker,
for he turned to the lieutenant
and said, "Sor, General Wesaels's
gain' to be in for a divvil of a
time if this road is closed off."
He gnawed off a chew of plug
tobacco. "Weasels must be pressin 
Red Cloud pretty hard at
Kearny, sor. . . . We're feelin thpinch 
two hundred mites away."
"I'm not concerned about, our
feeling it, Sergeant. Think of
what'll happen to Weasels' command 
if the Bozeman Road is
closed off."
"Aye," Finnegan said. "Them
poor divvil at Kearny, sor." He
paused to chew tobacco and look
around. The hostiles stilt paced
the moving wagons —same distance, 
same threat. "Aye, sor,
thinga'll be bad along th' Bozeman, 
but right how they're bad
for us, sor."
Schwabacker didn't want to
talk about it; he was trying not
to think too much about it, for
the next few minutes could hold
death for the contingent "Better 
see how Lieutenant Jocelyn's
coming along, Sergeant."
"Aye, sor." Finnegan wheeled
his horse and reined inside the
lead rope held by the bugler.
Schwabaker tried to relax to
the motion of the horse, ticking
off the passing minutes in his
mind. Ha moved his wounded
arm to a more, comfortable position, 
and when be did, his fingers
brushed Henrietta Brubaker's letter, 
making a fresh, crisp sound.







Sergeant McGruger unexpectedly 
edged close and said, "Looks
like they've made up their minds,
sir!" He pointed to the left flank
as the Indians swung abreast and
then broke into a wild run toward
them, rifles snapping, wild cries
breaking the silence.
Schwabacker's raised hand
halted the wagons. A wild cheering 
rippled through the hostile
ranks, for this was the way they
liked their enemy, stationary,
drawn into a defense on open
ground. Schwabacker's first impulse 
was to shout his command
to the bugler, but he did not.
Allowing the range to close, to
sixty yards, Schwabacker spoke
calmly to the bugler. "Sound
'commence firing," if you please
Malloy."
The brassy-voiced command
broke over the wagons like water
spilling' down rocks and carbines
appeared along the top sideboards
like steel bristles. Schwabacker
unflapped his hoister and drew
his pistol, extending his arm to
aim. The troop fired in volley,
the first and third squads, and at
this range, from a stationary rest,
their aim was devastating. The
scythe of Schwabacker's fire
swept the charging line and ponles 
went down thrashing. Men
were Sung off to lie motionless.
Then the Cheyennes were no

longer charging, but milling in
angry surprise, for they had expected 
a few and had found many.
The second section, now commanded 
by Corporal Linahan,
shattered them completely with
fifteen carbines.
Hurriedly, almost panic-stricken, 
the hostiles fled the field,
leaving their dead and dying behind. 
Riderless ponies followed
them until they disappeared into
the increasing grayness of night.
"Sound 'cease fire,'" Schwabacker 
said, and the bugler's'
notes brought silence. "Sergeant;
Finnegan, ascertain the number;
of casualties sustained on this
attack." He looked around and
found Jocelyn with his head;
raised, the Ice-gray eyes boring
into film.
Soon Finnegan returned
"Trooper Gallagher's dead, sorI 
put Lopez on the reins."
"Very well. Take the point,
Sergent."
He knee-reined the horse aside
and sat there while the wagons
lumbered into motion. Letting,
them file past, he swung alongside 
the ambulance. The six
troopers who had been crowded
in with the captain and Mrs.
Kincald dismounted and walked
ahead. Sergeant McGruger came
back, bending from the saddle to
unhook each axle, lantern. He
lighted the lanterns, rehung them
and returned to the column's
head.
Sehwabacker left the saddle
and entered, the ambulance, Lying 
his horse to the end gate. He
found a storm lantern beneath
the seat and managed to light it.
He knelt beside Captain. Kicaid 
and studied the man's waren 
face. The bandage around the
arm slump was a saggy red, but
the bleeding had stopped. Shock
was the demon here, eating at
Kincald's feable strength, robbing 
him of life.
Lydia Kincaid looked long at
her Husband "I'm sorry that
he's dying. Not sorry for me
but for him. He wanted to live
so badly."
"We all want that."
"1 suppose." she said. "How's
your lieutenant?"
"As well as can be expected,"
Schwabacker said. "He'd never
let on otherwise. Not him."
"You don't like him?"
He shook his head, "You could
say that he's the nearest thing
to God I know. Him and my
father." He paused to sort his
thoughts. "I hated him at first.
He's always right, and always
catching me when I am wrong,
I've broken my back trying to
be as good as he is, but I never
will be. He outweighs me that's
all. Most men do."
"You wouldn't have liked my
husband," she said. "He wasn't
successful. He wanted to be, Mr.
Schwabacker. That's why I want
him to live, so he can try again."
She looked at Kincaid and the
light struck her face, unflattering, 
harsh. Schwabacker read
sadness" there, regret, but this,
was for Nathan Kincaid, not herself. 



WHAT IS BAPPEKING
By
JAMES KEENE
© Copyright, 1956, by James Keene, Reprinted by permission of Random House, Inc. (King Features Syndicate)
Second Lieutenant Emil Schwabacker 
had 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 flancee.
Henrietta was not consoling for she
was back in Vermont.
The patrol which brought him to
Ryndlee's ranch was a turning point
in his life. A company of infantry had
been sent to reinforce Fort Laramie.
Jocelyn's troop had been ordered to
rendezvous with the foot soldiers at
the ranch and escort them. A mile
form Ryndlee's the cavalrymen saw
the infantry position ringed by attacking 
Indians. Jocelyn sent Emil
with part of the troop to flank the
Indians while Jocelyn a pushed through
to the infantryn a 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
Kincaid in agony with a badly mangled 
arm Emil, who had run away
form a medical career to the Army,
amputated the arm. Then, in a renewed 
Indian attack, Jocelyn was
wounded, and it was up to Schwabacker 
to take command and try to
save the force. As a trick. Emil arranges 
what appears a disorderly retreat 
to Fort Laramie. He realizes
that the Cheyeanes, led by Spotted
Tail have united with Red Clouds'
band of Sioux and only a surprise
can save his force.
COLONEL Henry B. Carrington 
had been relieved of his
Fort Kearny command and the
bungled campaign solidified by
Wessels genius for command.
Red Cloud would understand that
the time was here to rise or fall.
Closing off Wessels' supply line
would be the first logical step.
Sergeant Finnegan must have
been thinking these same
thoughts as Emil Schwabacker,
for he turned to the lieutenant
and said, "Sor, General Wesaels's
gain' to be in for a divvil of a
time if this road is closed off."
He gnawed off a chew of plug
tobacco. "Weasels must be pressin 
Red Cloud pretty hard at
Kearny, sor. . . . We're feelin thpinch 
two hundred mites away."
"I'm not concerned about, our
feeling it, Sergeant. Think of
what'll happen to Weasels' command 
if the Bozeman Road is
closed off."
"Aye," Finnegan said. "Them
poor divvil at Kearny, sor." He
paused to chew tobacco and look
around. The hostiles stilt paced
the moving wagons —same distance, 
same threat. "Aye, sor,
thinga'll be bad along th' Bozeman, 
but right how they're bad
for us, sor."
Schwabacker didn't want to
talk about it; he was trying not
to think too much about it, for
the next few minutes could hold
death for the contingent "Better 
see how Lieutenant Jocelyn's
coming along, Sergeant."
"Aye, sor." Finnegan wheeled
his horse and reined inside the
lead rope held by the bugler.
Schwabaker tried to relax to
the motion of the horse, ticking
off the passing minutes in his
mind. Ha moved his wounded
arm to a more, comfortable position, 
and when be did, his fingers
brushed Henrietta Brubaker's letter, 
making a fresh, crisp sound.







Sergeant McGruger unexpectedly 
edged close and said, "Looks
like they've made up their minds,
sir!" He pointed to the left flank
as the Indians swung abreast and
then broke into a wild run toward
them, rifles snapping, wild cries
breaking the silence.
Schwabacker's raised hand
halted the wagons. A wild cheering 
rippled through the hostile
ranks, for this was the way they
liked their enemy, stationary,
drawn into a defense on open
ground. Schwabacker's first impulse 
was to shout his command
to the bugler, but he did not.
Allowing the range to close, to
sixty yards, Schwabacker spoke
calmly to the bugler. "Sound
'commence firing," if you please
Malloy."
The brassy-voiced command
broke over the wagons like water
spilling' down rocks and carbines
appeared along the top sideboards
like steel bristles. Schwabacker
unflapped his hoister and drew
his pistol, extending his arm to
aim. The troop fired in volley,
the first and third squads, and at
this range, from a stationary rest,
their aim was devastating. The
scythe of Schwabacker's fire
swept the charging line and ponles 
went down thrashing. Men
were Sung off to lie motionless.
Then the Cheyennes were no

longer charging, but milling in
angry surprise, for they had expected 
a few and had found many.
The second section, now commanded 
by Corporal Linahan,
shattered them completely with
fifteen carbines.
Hurriedly, almost panic-stricken, 
the hostiles fled the field,
leaving their dead and dying behind. 
Riderless ponies followed
them until they disappeared into
the increasing grayness of night.
"Sound 'cease fire,'" Schwabacker 
said, and the bugler's'
notes brought silence. "Sergeant;
Finnegan, ascertain the number;
of casualties sustained on this
attack." He looked around and
found Jocelyn with his head;
raised, the Ice-gray eyes boring
into film.
Soon Finnegan returned
"Trooper Gallagher's dead, sorI 
put Lopez on the reins."
"Very well. Take the point,
Sergent."
He knee-reined the horse aside
and sat there while the wagons
lumbered into motion. Letting,
them file past, he swung alongside 
the ambulance. The six
troopers who had been crowded
in with the captain and Mrs.
Kincald dismounted and walked
ahead. Sergeant McGruger came
back, bending from the saddle to
unhook each axle, lantern. He
lighted the lanterns, rehung them
and returned to the column's
head.
Sehwabacker left the saddle
and entered, the ambulance, Lying 
his horse to the end gate. He
found a storm lantern beneath
the seat and managed to light it.
He knelt beside Captain. Kicaid 
and studied the man's waren 
face. The bandage around the
arm slump was a saggy red, but
the bleeding had stopped. Shock
was the demon here, eating at
Kincald's feable strength, robbing 
him of life.
Lydia Kincaid looked long at
her Husband "I'm sorry that
he's dying. Not sorry for me
but for him. He wanted to live
so badly."
"We all want that."
"1 suppose." she said. "How's
your lieutenant?"
"As well as can be expected,"
Schwabacker said. "He'd never
let on otherwise. Not him."
"You don't like him?"
He shook his head, "You could
say that he's the nearest thing
to God I know. Him and my
father." He paused to sort his
thoughts. "I hated him at first.
He's always right, and always
catching me when I am wrong,
I've broken my back trying to
be as good as he is, but I never
will be. He outweighs me that's
all. Most men do."
"You wouldn't have liked my
husband," she said. "He wasn't
successful. He wanted to be, Mr.
Schwabacker. That's why I want
him to live, so he can try again."
She looked at Kincaid and the
light struck her face, unflattering, 
harsh. Schwabacker read
sadness" there, regret, but this,
was for Nathan Kincaid, not herself. 



CHAPTER 9
By
JAMES KEENE
© Copyright, 1956, by James Keene, Reprinted by permission of Random House, Inc. (King Features Syndicate)
Second Lieutenant Emil Schwabacker 
had 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 flancee.
Henrietta was not consoling for she
was back in Vermont.
The patrol which brought him to
Ryndlee's ranch was a turning point
in his life. A company of infantry had
been sent to reinforce Fort Laramie.
Jocelyn's troop had been ordered to
rendezvous with the foot soldiers at
the ranch and escort them. A mile
form Ryndlee's the cavalrymen saw
the infantry position ringed by attacking 
Indians. Jocelyn sent Emil
with part of the troop to flank the
Indians while Jocelyn a pushed through
to the infantryn a 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
Kincaid in agony with a badly mangled 
arm Emil, who had run away
form a medical career to the Army,
amputated the arm. Then, in a renewed 
Indian attack, Jocelyn was
wounded, and it was up to Schwabacker 
to take command and try to
save the force. As a trick. Emil arranges 
what appears a disorderly retreat 
to Fort Laramie. He realizes
that the Cheyeanes, led by Spotted
Tail have united with Red Clouds'
band of Sioux and only a surprise
can save his force.
COLONEL Henry B. Carrington 
had been relieved of his
Fort Kearny command and the
bungled campaign solidified by
Wessels genius for command.
Red Cloud would understand that
the time was here to rise or fall.
Closing off Wessels' supply line
would be the first logical step.
Sergeant Finnegan must have
been thinking these same
thoughts as Emil Schwabacker,
for he turned to the lieutenant
and said, "Sor, General Wesaels's
gain' to be in for a divvil of a
time if this road is closed off."
He gnawed off a chew of plug
tobacco. "Weasels must be pressin 
Red Cloud pretty hard at
Kearny, sor. . . . We're feelin thpinch 
two hundred mites away."
"I'm not concerned about, our
feeling it, Sergeant. Think of
what'll happen to Weasels' command 
if the Bozeman Road is
closed off."
"Aye," Finnegan said. "Them
poor divvil at Kearny, sor." He
paused to chew tobacco and look
around. The hostiles stilt paced
the moving wagons —same distance, 
same threat. "Aye, sor,
thinga'll be bad along th' Bozeman, 
but right how they're bad
for us, sor."
Schwabacker didn't want to
talk about it; he was trying not
to think too much about it, for
the next few minutes could hold
death for the contingent "Better 
see how Lieutenant Jocelyn's
coming along, Sergeant."
"Aye, sor." Finnegan wheeled
his horse and reined inside the
lead rope held by the bugler.
Schwabaker tried to relax to
the motion of the horse, ticking
off the passing minutes in his
mind. Ha moved his wounded
arm to a more, comfortable position, 
and when be did, his fingers
brushed Henrietta Brubaker's letter, 
making a fresh, crisp sound.







Sergeant McGruger unexpectedly 
edged close and said, "Looks
like they've made up their minds,
sir!" He pointed to the left flank
as the Indians swung abreast and
then broke into a wild run toward
them, rifles snapping, wild cries
breaking the silence.
Schwabacker's raised hand
halted the wagons. A wild cheering 
rippled through the hostile
ranks, for this was the way they
liked their enemy, stationary,
drawn into a defense on open
ground. Schwabacker's first impulse 
was to shout his command
to the bugler, but he did not.
Allowing the range to close, to
sixty yards, Schwabacker spoke
calmly to the bugler. "Sound
'commence firing," if you please
Malloy."
The brassy-voiced command
broke over the wagons like water
spilling' down rocks and carbines
appeared along the top sideboards
like steel bristles. Schwabacker
unflapped his hoister and drew
his pistol, extending his arm to
aim. The troop fired in volley,
the first and third squads, and at
this range, from a stationary rest,
their aim was devastating. The
scythe of Schwabacker's fire
swept the charging line and ponles 
went down thrashing. Men
were Sung off to lie motionless.
Then the Cheyennes were no

longer charging, but milling in
angry surprise, for they had expected 
a few and had found many.
The second section, now commanded 
by Corporal Linahan,
shattered them completely with
fifteen carbines.
Hurriedly, almost panic-stricken, 
the hostiles fled the field,
leaving their dead and dying behind. 
Riderless ponies followed
them until they disappeared into
the increasing grayness of night.
"Sound 'cease fire,'" Schwabacker 
said, and the bugler's'
notes brought silence. "Sergeant;
Finnegan, ascertain the number;
of casualties sustained on this
attack." He looked around and
found Jocelyn with his head;
raised, the Ice-gray eyes boring
into film.
Soon Finnegan returned
"Trooper Gallagher's dead, sorI 
put Lopez on the reins."
"Very well. Take the point,
Sergent."
He knee-reined the horse aside
and sat there while the wagons
lumbered into motion. Letting,
them file past, he swung alongside 
the ambulance. The six
troopers who had been crowded
in with the captain and Mrs.
Kincald dismounted and walked
ahead. Sergeant McGruger came
back, bending from the saddle to
unhook each axle, lantern. He
lighted the lanterns, rehung them
and returned to the column's
head.
Sehwabacker left the saddle
and entered, the ambulance, Lying 
his horse to the end gate. He
found a storm lantern beneath
the seat and managed to light it.
He knelt beside Captain. Kicaid 
and studied the man's waren 
face. The bandage around the
arm slump was a saggy red, but
the bleeding had stopped. Shock
was the demon here, eating at
Kincald's feable strength, robbing 
him of life.
Lydia Kincaid looked long at
her Husband "I'm sorry that
he's dying. Not sorry for me
but for him. He wanted to live
so badly."
"We all want that."
"1 suppose." she said. "How's
your lieutenant?"
"As well as can be expected,"
Schwabacker said. "He'd never
let on otherwise. Not him."
"You don't like him?"
He shook his head, "You could
say that he's the nearest thing
to God I know. Him and my
father." He paused to sort his
thoughts. "I hated him at first.
He's always right, and always
catching me when I am wrong,
I've broken my back trying to
be as good as he is, but I never
will be. He outweighs me that's
all. Most men do."
"You wouldn't have liked my
husband," she said. "He wasn't
successful. He wanted to be, Mr.
Schwabacker. That's why I want
him to live, so he can try again."
She looked at Kincaid and the
light struck her face, unflattering, 
harsh. Schwabacker read
sadness" there, regret, but this,
was for Nathan Kincaid, not herself. 




Miss Dorothy
Thompson, president of American
Friends of the Middle East since its
inception in 1951, has submitted her
resignation as head of the organization 
to devote- herself exclusively to
her profession as a journalist and
lecturer. Her resignation becomes
effective May 21, the sixth anniversary 
of the organization's founding.
Elaborating on the reasons for
her decision, Miss Thompson pointed 
out that the American Friends
of the Middle East was emerging into 
a period of extended activity, and
service.
"Under these conditions," she said,
"I feel that the presidency should
be filled by someone with more time
than I can give to it pressed as I
am by my own work, and absent as
I so often am by travel."
Speaking for the Board of Directors 
Dr. Edward L. R. Bison said
that the organization "regretfully"
accepted the resignation of Miss
Thompson.
He lauded her "high sense of dedication" 
and "sacrificial service"
and declared that it was with "audacious 
insight and the acumen of
a great statesman" that she had led
AFME through its formative stages
to a place of high service, both in
the Middle East and in the United
States.
He noted that her understanding
of the tremendous-importance of the
whole Middle East to world peace
and human destiny and America's
potential role in relation to that
area was "prophetic," and added
that her contribution to better understanding 
and relations between
Americans and the peoples of the
Middle East has been "inestimable."
Miss Thompson made it clear that
the Middle East as an area, and
American Friends of the Middle
East as an organization, would continue 
to merit her attention and
concern.
"The concern of AFME has been
that America should pursue those
policies, that based on an objective
appraisal of all factors would best
promote America's position in the

Middle East, regardless of pressure
from any quarter," she said. "That
has been, and will continue to be
my concern as an independent writer. 

"I do not propose to sever my
association with the people with
whom T have been working so long
and to whose knowledge, intelligence, 
character and encouragement
I owe so much as a citizen and a
writer."
The internationally-known journalist 
and syndicated columnist said
that as early as 1945 she had become 
convinced that the area between 
the Eastern Mediterranean
and the border of India would likely 
become the center of attention,
and possible conflict, by and between 
the Great Powers.
"In this area old dominions were
giving way, new states being founded, 
and ancient and ossified cultures 
reawakening to a new life,"
she said, "leading to a transitional
situation of great instability."
She also recalled that in America
the Middle East was little known
except by scholars, educators and
missionaries. "Its political significance, 
the problems and achievements 
of its governments, its history 
since World War I and popular
reactions and movements growing
out of that history, received-little
attention," she added.
"I therefore considered it an act
of public service when I was urged
by a distinguished group of Americans 
to take the lead in forming an
organization to try awaken, a
friendly and knowledgeable public
interest in the Middle East."
It was on May 21, 1951 that a
group of some 20 distinguished
Americans — scholars, educators.
missionaries, retired diplomats and
others — met at the home of Miss
Thompson in New York City and
announced the formation of American 
Friends of the Middle East,
Under Miss Thompson's leadership,
the organization, has grown to include 
regional offices with State
and local representatives throughout 
the United States, and offices
with American and national representatives 
in most of the countries
of the Middle East.
American Friends of the Middle
East is a non-sectarian, cultural organization 
which seeks to bring an
enlightened and informed body of
American public opinion to hear
on the problems of the Middle East,
that tensions in, that area may be
reduced and peace, with justice, be
established.