Memphis World Memphis World Publishing Co. 1957-04-24 Raymond F. Tisby MEMPHIS WORLD The South's Oldest and Leading Colored Semi-Weekly Newspapers Published by MEMPHIS WORLD PUBLISHING CO. Every WEDNESDAY and SATURDAY at 564 BEALE — Phone JA. 6-4030 Member of SCOTT NEWSPAPER SYNDICATE W. A. Scott, II, Founder; C. A. Scott, General Manager Entered in the Post Office at Memphis, Tenn. as second-class mail under the Act of Congress, March 1, 1870 RAYMOND F. TISBY Managing Editor MRS. ROSA BROWN BRACY Public Relations and Advertising ALYSON E. WISE Circulation Promotion SUBSCRIPTION' RATES: Year $5.00 — 6 Months $3.00 — 3 Months $1.50 (In Advance) The MEMPHIS WORLD is an independent newspaper — non-sectarian and non-partisan, printing news unbiasedly and supporting those things it believes to be of interest to its renders and opposing those things against the interest of its readers. Vaccinate Before Too Late! Millions of Americans today ore looking a gift horse straight in the mouth. The gift we mean is the Salk vaccine against paralytic polio. Year after year we have seen the polio season come and go. We watched its approach with dread. When it was over We heaved a sigh of relief. During the epidemics we saw how the virus killed and paralyzed some children and made increased inroads among their mothers and fathers. Lots of us worried whether medical science could ever lick the disease. Other plagues had been eliminated from our soonely, But polio. . . ? Then on Tuesday, April 12, 1955, at a momentous meeting at the University of Michigan, we were old that Dr. Jonas E. Salk had handed he a weapon of real power against polio. A gift above price. What have we done since then? Well, at the end of March, 53,000,000 persons, nearly half of the nation's 109,000,000 under 40, were still walking around with no more protection than their grandfathers had. Obviously, polio isn't licked as long as so many remain unvaccinated. Let's not ignore this gift beyond price. Now—in these few remaining months before the summer "polio season"—let's get everybody up to 40 vaccinated! Recipe of the Week by Louise R. Prothro Fresh coffee cake is always more, than welcome at our breakfast, table but one of our new favorites is so special that, I often serve it for dessert. It's LEMON COFFEE CAKE, made with my Pet Evaporated Milk recipe. The cake itself is light and tender with a delicate, fresh-lemon flavor, and the unusual topping is a perfect contrast — crunchy and butter-rich, with lots of crisp nuts. You can just imagine how pretty if is — the pale yellow cake with its golden-brown topping. And you can imagine how rich-tasting LEMON COFFEE CAKE is, too, because it's made with Pet Evaporated Milk. Even with the water added. Pet Milk makes this coffee cake richer than ordinary milk could ever make it. And here's another thing you'll like about LEMON COFFEE CAKE — that, two-thirds cup of Pet Milk gives your family twice the nourishment that they'd get from the same amount of bottled milk. Try, this delicious new coffee cake, won't you? I know you'll like it! 3 Tablespoons melted butter or margarine 1-3 cup crushed cornflakes 1-3 cup finely cut, unsalted nuts 1-3 cup brown sugar 2 cups sifted, all-purpose flour 1 Tablespoon baking powder 3-4 teaspoon salt 1-3 cup soft shortening 1 cup granulated sugar 2 eggs. 2-3 cup Pet Evaporated Milk 3 Tablespoons water 1 1-2 teaspoons grated lemon rind 4 teaspoons lemon juice Mix well, the butter, cornflakes, nuts and brown sugar. Let, stand Sift together onto a piece of paper the flour, baking powder and salt Mix shortening, sugar and eggs in a 2-quart bowl until light and flufly. Add milk, water, lemon rind and lemon juice slowly then mix until well blended. Add dry ingredients to mixture all at once, mixing thoroughly. Pour batter into a greased 9-inch square baking pan. Sprinkle cornflake mixture over top of cake. Bake near center of 375 oven (high moderate) about 30 minutes, or until cake pulls from sides of pan. Makes one 9-inch cake. PET MILK HOME ECONOMIST by Louise R. Prothro Fresh coffee cake is always more, than welcome at our breakfast, table but one of our new favorites is so special that, I often serve it for dessert. It's LEMON COFFEE CAKE, made with my Pet Evaporated Milk recipe. The cake itself is light and tender with a delicate, fresh-lemon flavor, and the unusual topping is a perfect contrast — crunchy and butter-rich, with lots of crisp nuts. You can just imagine how pretty if is — the pale yellow cake with its golden-brown topping. And you can imagine how rich-tasting LEMON COFFEE CAKE is, too, because it's made with Pet Evaporated Milk. Even with the water added. Pet Milk makes this coffee cake richer than ordinary milk could ever make it. And here's another thing you'll like about LEMON COFFEE CAKE — that, two-thirds cup of Pet Milk gives your family twice the nourishment that they'd get from the same amount of bottled milk. Try, this delicious new coffee cake, won't you? I know you'll like it! 3 Tablespoons melted butter or margarine 1-3 cup crushed cornflakes 1-3 cup finely cut, unsalted nuts 1-3 cup brown sugar 2 cups sifted, all-purpose flour 1 Tablespoon baking powder 3-4 teaspoon salt 1-3 cup soft shortening 1 cup granulated sugar 2 eggs. 2-3 cup Pet Evaporated Milk 3 Tablespoons water 1 1-2 teaspoons grated lemon rind 4 teaspoons lemon juice Mix well, the butter, cornflakes, nuts and brown sugar. Let, stand Sift together onto a piece of paper the flour, baking powder and salt Mix shortening, sugar and eggs in a 2-quart bowl until light and flufly. Add milk, water, lemon rind and lemon juice slowly then mix until well blended. Add dry ingredients to mixture all at once, mixing thoroughly. Pour batter into a greased 9-inch square baking pan. Sprinkle cornflake mixture over top of cake. Bake near center of 375 oven (high moderate) about 30 minutes, or until cake pulls from sides of pan. Makes one 9-inch cake. LEMON COFFEE CAKE by Louise R. Prothro Fresh coffee cake is always more, than welcome at our breakfast, table but one of our new favorites is so special that, I often serve it for dessert. It's LEMON COFFEE CAKE, made with my Pet Evaporated Milk recipe. The cake itself is light and tender with a delicate, fresh-lemon flavor, and the unusual topping is a perfect contrast — crunchy and butter-rich, with lots of crisp nuts. You can just imagine how pretty if is — the pale yellow cake with its golden-brown topping. And you can imagine how rich-tasting LEMON COFFEE CAKE is, too, because it's made with Pet Evaporated Milk. Even with the water added. Pet Milk makes this coffee cake richer than ordinary milk could ever make it. And here's another thing you'll like about LEMON COFFEE CAKE — that, two-thirds cup of Pet Milk gives your family twice the nourishment that they'd get from the same amount of bottled milk. Try, this delicious new coffee cake, won't you? I know you'll like it! 3 Tablespoons melted butter or margarine 1-3 cup crushed cornflakes 1-3 cup finely cut, unsalted nuts 1-3 cup brown sugar 2 cups sifted, all-purpose flour 1 Tablespoon baking powder 3-4 teaspoon salt 1-3 cup soft shortening 1 cup granulated sugar 2 eggs. 2-3 cup Pet Evaporated Milk 3 Tablespoons water 1 1-2 teaspoons grated lemon rind 4 teaspoons lemon juice Mix well, the butter, cornflakes, nuts and brown sugar. Let, stand Sift together onto a piece of paper the flour, baking powder and salt Mix shortening, sugar and eggs in a 2-quart bowl until light and flufly. Add milk, water, lemon rind and lemon juice slowly then mix until well blended. Add dry ingredients to mixture all at once, mixing thoroughly. Pour batter into a greased 9-inch square baking pan. Sprinkle cornflake mixture over top of cake. Bake near center of 375 oven (high moderate) about 30 minutes, or until cake pulls from sides of pan. Makes one 9-inch cake. MEALTIME MELODIES! When that man of the house gets the urge to go fishing just relax You know he will enjoy the fresh air and sunshine. And when hubby comes in with tall tales about the ones that got away you can present your family with a good fish dish just the same. According to U. S D. A. fresh and frozen halibut will be good buys on the May market. Hailbut is a delicious fish fur many uses alone or in combination with other plentiful foods. It can be combined with potatoes, onions and milk in a delicious chowder. Or halibut can be used with a white sauce, bread crumbs and hard cooked egg's to make a scalloped dish. Maybe you would prefer some of the popular frozen flounder, sole or haddock. Good fish fillets taste super with this special sauce that features an unusual combination of flavors. The sauce is made of green pea soup mix, sour cream and sharp cheese. 2. lbs. frozen fish, salt, pepper paprika and butter to taste. 2 Cups butter 1-4 cup chopped onion 2 cups water. 1 pkg. green pea soup mix 1-2 cup grated sharp cheese 1 cup sour cream Arrange fish fillets in a flat baking dish. Sprinkle with salt, pepper, and paprika, Dot with butter. Bake in? 375 even for 30-40 minutes, or until fish flakes easily with a fork. To make sauce — Melt butter in sauce pan and sauce onions five minutes. Add cold water and stir in green pea soup mix Bring to a boil stirring frequently. Caver and simmer three minutes Remove saucepan from heat stir in grated sharp cheese and sour cream. Pour sauce over bated fish fillets and heat until golden brown under medium hot broiler, about 5 minutes. Makes 6 to 8 servings. This is a good and nourishing dish for the family to enjoy while they listen politely to daddy's fish stories. Of course, if tie really brings some fish home what is better than fresh fried fish, tossed vegetable salad, strips of cheese, corn stick and a tall glass of cold milk Yes Milk! The old rumor that, you cannot eat fish and drink milk at the same meal just isn't so! FISH FILLETS WITH SPECIAL SAUCE When that man of the house gets the urge to go fishing just relax You know he will enjoy the fresh air and sunshine. And when hubby comes in with tall tales about the ones that got away you can present your family with a good fish dish just the same. According to U. S D. A. fresh and frozen halibut will be good buys on the May market. Hailbut is a delicious fish fur many uses alone or in combination with other plentiful foods. It can be combined with potatoes, onions and milk in a delicious chowder. Or halibut can be used with a white sauce, bread crumbs and hard cooked egg's to make a scalloped dish. Maybe you would prefer some of the popular frozen flounder, sole or haddock. Good fish fillets taste super with this special sauce that features an unusual combination of flavors. The sauce is made of green pea soup mix, sour cream and sharp cheese. 2. lbs. frozen fish, salt, pepper paprika and butter to taste. 2 Cups butter 1-4 cup chopped onion 2 cups water. 1 pkg. green pea soup mix 1-2 cup grated sharp cheese 1 cup sour cream Arrange fish fillets in a flat baking dish. Sprinkle with salt, pepper, and paprika, Dot with butter. Bake in? 375 even for 30-40 minutes, or until fish flakes easily with a fork. To make sauce — Melt butter in sauce pan and sauce onions five minutes. Add cold water and stir in green pea soup mix Bring to a boil stirring frequently. Caver and simmer three minutes Remove saucepan from heat stir in grated sharp cheese and sour cream. Pour sauce over bated fish fillets and heat until golden brown under medium hot broiler, about 5 minutes. Makes 6 to 8 servings. This is a good and nourishing dish for the family to enjoy while they listen politely to daddy's fish stories. Of course, if tie really brings some fish home what is better than fresh fried fish, tossed vegetable salad, strips of cheese, corn stick and a tall glass of cold milk Yes Milk! The old rumor that, you cannot eat fish and drink milk at the same meal just isn't so! SAUCE When that man of the house gets the urge to go fishing just relax You know he will enjoy the fresh air and sunshine. And when hubby comes in with tall tales about the ones that got away you can present your family with a good fish dish just the same. According to U. S D. A. fresh and frozen halibut will be good buys on the May market. Hailbut is a delicious fish fur many uses alone or in combination with other plentiful foods. It can be combined with potatoes, onions and milk in a delicious chowder. Or halibut can be used with a white sauce, bread crumbs and hard cooked egg's to make a scalloped dish. Maybe you would prefer some of the popular frozen flounder, sole or haddock. Good fish fillets taste super with this special sauce that features an unusual combination of flavors. The sauce is made of green pea soup mix, sour cream and sharp cheese. 2. lbs. frozen fish, salt, pepper paprika and butter to taste. 2 Cups butter 1-4 cup chopped onion 2 cups water. 1 pkg. green pea soup mix 1-2 cup grated sharp cheese 1 cup sour cream Arrange fish fillets in a flat baking dish. Sprinkle with salt, pepper, and paprika, Dot with butter. Bake in? 375 even for 30-40 minutes, or until fish flakes easily with a fork. To make sauce — Melt butter in sauce pan and sauce onions five minutes. Add cold water and stir in green pea soup mix Bring to a boil stirring frequently. Caver and simmer three minutes Remove saucepan from heat stir in grated sharp cheese and sour cream. Pour sauce over bated fish fillets and heat until golden brown under medium hot broiler, about 5 minutes. Makes 6 to 8 servings. This is a good and nourishing dish for the family to enjoy while they listen politely to daddy's fish stories. Of course, if tie really brings some fish home what is better than fresh fried fish, tossed vegetable salad, strips of cheese, corn stick and a tall glass of cold milk Yes Milk! The old rumor that, you cannot eat fish and drink milk at the same meal just isn't so! SIGMA REGIONAL ATTENDERS— Some of the delegates attending the Southwestern Regional Conference of Phi Beta Sigma Fraternity, hosted by Tau lota Sigma graduate and Beta Zeta undergraduate chapters, held April 19 thru April 21 on the campus of Owen College were: (front row, left to right) A. B. Blond, host graduate chapter president; L. C. Sharpe, host chapter, Dr. Cooper Taylor, host chapter: Samuel R. Brown, host chapter; E. Alfred Dixon of St. Louis, past regional director; Omar Robinson, host chapter, elected regional director; N. P. Marshall of Little Rack, regional secretary; and R. J. Palmer of little Rock, director of social action. Aslo (second raw) Joel Miles of Langston University, David Ivra, host undergraduate chapter president; Raymond F. Tisby, host chapter. Samuel Peace, host chapter, elected associate regional director; J. D. Springer, host chapter, director of education; R. H. Greene of Little Rock, I. S. Bodden, host chapter, and C. D. Good low, host chapter, W. Tenn. State director. And (last row) John Outlaw, host chapter; L. C. Dade of Little Rock, E. E. Benton of Little Rock, Dr. B. F. McCleave, host chapter, director of public relations and recipient of the regional's social action award; Dr. S. A. Owen, host chapter; T. W. Coggs, Little Rock, treasurer; E. J. Callaway, Little Rock, and Ozy Cheatham, Little Rock, Arkansas state director. Visiting national and adjacent regional officers not shown, include Ezekiel Bell of Memphis, second national vice president; Charles Trout, of Tuskegee Institute, national director of education, and Alfred McNeil of Mississippi Vocational College, Southern regional director. Similar regions, were held the same period in Memphis by Alpha Phi Alpha and Kappa Alpha Psi fraternities, however, no publicity on these regional and been received at press time. Ike Vetoes His First Bill Of 85th Congress President Eisenhower vetoed his first bill of the 85th Congress. The measure rejected by the President would have permitted a veteran who mailed in an application for GI Insurance one day too late to take out the $4,000 worth of insurance involved. The veteran was John William Brennan who applied for the insurance at the veteran administration regional office in Jackson. Miss, on April 25 1951, the deadline date, but was sent home for a medical examination by his private physician. Mr. Eisenhoker found that the case did not warrant preferred treatment. He said in his veto message: "In a Federal program as large as the United States Government life insurance program. It is most importent that the laws be administered uniformly and with special favor for none. Amendment May To the Civil Rights Bill will be worked out to settle the jury trial controversy. But the assistant Senate Democritic leader said that "I do not know" if the legislation can be passed this year. He explained that if the measure comes out of the Senate Judiciary Committee late. It may have to go on the Senate calendar for action at the next session into election year politics. One advocate of the legislation who declined to be identified said that "some of us will fight" to prevent an adjournment of Congress this summer unless a "meaningful" cilvil rights bill is passed. He said he did not know if his group could win but "if you only go into those fights you are certain of winning you don't make too much progress." Mansfield said he has heard reports that an attempt will be made to attach "right-to-work" amendments to the bill once it gets to the floor. He said this would greatly complicate the difficulties the bill faces. REVIEWING THE NEWS BY WILLIAM GORDON By the end of the Easter holiday, several thousands will have marched lo the Pontius Pilate Fortress, stopped at the 14 stations of the Cross on a winding journey to Jerusalem. The procession will have consisted of many nationalities, races and groups, all paying homage to one whose Spirit remains alive, even after almost two thousand years. Only the Middle East crisis, threatening war, will cut the number. Yet, even at this, some will attempt the pilgrimage in remembrance of Him who died to save the world. Those who have searched to find the answer to the power of the Cross, only have to look to the philosophy bock of its meaning. There never has been anything out of the reach of man's mental powers lo conceive the depth of its strength. He who was risen, was not in the sense as some may say, "an outstanding person al birth. His was a simple incident, born followed. Him through the power of His works. He was not a politician. He never wrote a book. He never traveled more than 200 miles from the place of his birth. He worked as a carpenter, and spent only three years of his life as a preacher. He was no racist; He was color blind. He owned no property except, the Robe he wore, and those who killed Him gambled for its possession while He hung on the Cross between two thieves. He was even buried in a borrowed tomb, later to rise, and ascend into Heaven. Although Christ Himself did not spread Christianity to the world, men after Him caught the fire of His Spirit. And even after two thousand years, we still look to the Christian concept as the guiding light of understanding, the spark of hope and a philosophy of peace that shall continue to guide men along the road of destiny. As Arabs and Jews mixed with other races and nationalities make their pilgrimage to Jerusalem, there are millions of souls over the civilized globe that join them. The entire Western World will bow in solemn rites. On this Day of Our Lord, hundreds of millions commemorate the Resurrection. His death at Calvary was not the end but the beginning. It was a new day dawning for all, even for those who gambled for His Robe. They Gambled For His Robe .... BY WILLIAM GORDON By the end of the Easter holiday, several thousands will have marched lo the Pontius Pilate Fortress, stopped at the 14 stations of the Cross on a winding journey to Jerusalem. The procession will have consisted of many nationalities, races and groups, all paying homage to one whose Spirit remains alive, even after almost two thousand years. Only the Middle East crisis, threatening war, will cut the number. Yet, even at this, some will attempt the pilgrimage in remembrance of Him who died to save the world. Those who have searched to find the answer to the power of the Cross, only have to look to the philosophy bock of its meaning. There never has been anything out of the reach of man's mental powers lo conceive the depth of its strength. He who was risen, was not in the sense as some may say, "an outstanding person al birth. His was a simple incident, born followed. Him through the power of His works. He was not a politician. He never wrote a book. He never traveled more than 200 miles from the place of his birth. He worked as a carpenter, and spent only three years of his life as a preacher. He was no racist; He was color blind. He owned no property except, the Robe he wore, and those who killed Him gambled for its possession while He hung on the Cross between two thieves. He was even buried in a borrowed tomb, later to rise, and ascend into Heaven. Although Christ Himself did not spread Christianity to the world, men after Him caught the fire of His Spirit. And even after two thousand years, we still look to the Christian concept as the guiding light of understanding, the spark of hope and a philosophy of peace that shall continue to guide men along the road of destiny. As Arabs and Jews mixed with other races and nationalities make their pilgrimage to Jerusalem, there are millions of souls over the civilized globe that join them. The entire Western World will bow in solemn rites. On this Day of Our Lord, hundreds of millions commemorate the Resurrection. His death at Calvary was not the end but the beginning. It was a new day dawning for all, even for those who gambled for His Robe. Nixon Campaigns For Anti-Bias Funds In Chicago In a drive to solicit funds for combating racial and religious discrimination. Vice President Richard Nixon will speak here before the Standard Club in a joint-sponsored Defense Appeal dinner on April 30. The dinner is sponsored by the American Jewish Committee and the Anil-Defamation League ofB'nal Birth. The campaign seeks $560,000. The vice-president, will also preside at the meeting of the Presi dent's committee on government contracts, which seeks to reduce discrimination in employment. The Brass and the Blue By JAMES KEENE © Copyright 1956, James Keene. Reprinted by permission of Ran dom House. Inc. (King Features Syndicate) Second Lieutenant El Schwabacker evil had a year of dreary intion with the Cavalry at port Lararie Wyone tie felt pare up under the intbly exacting, cldly reserved. First Lieutenant Temple Jocelya. S the thought of his fiancee Bear was pot conselling for she was buck in Vermont, a painful member. The parrot which took bl to Ryndlge's mach changed his career. A company of infantry had been sent to reference Fort Laramie ly troop had been ordered to redenend with the foot soldiers at the pth and export them. A mile from Ryndree's, the cavalrymen saw the infantry Posttion ringed by attacking Indian's, Jocelyn sent Email with paid of the troop to flank the Indian's while Jonelyn pushed through to the Infantry ug's aid. When two-pronged result had forced the Indians to draw back. Email and Jocelyn found the emergency of infantry shattered and its captain. Nathan Kineard in agony with a badly mangled arm. Email who had run away, amputated the arm. Then in a renewed Indian attack. Jocelyn was wounded, and it was up to Schwanacker to take command and try to save the force. As a trick, he arranges what appears a disorderly retract to Fort Laatate. The Cheyennes seeing a small wagon train leave, boldly attack. But concealed troopers ambush and rout the Indians. SECOND Lieutenant Emil Schwabacker maintained an unvarying three miles an hour throughout the night, halting only for housekeeping slops and to graze the horses. During these times ho stayed with Lieutenant Jocelyn, who seemed to live only because a core of disciplined flame in his brain forbade dying. Jocelyn was a relaxed lump on his horse, too weak to raise his head oil the animal's neck, but he looked at Schwabacker with unwavering eyes. Once he spoke: "My congratulations. Perhaps in ... time you may grasp ... the fundamentals of command." There waft no more talk, Schwabacker ordered the troop on. When the wet and miserable dawn broke. Captain Nathan Kincaid released a final sigh and Lydia's sharp call brought SchwaHacker to the rear at a trot. He entered the ambulance and found there was nothing he could say to this woman. She sat with her back braced against the side boards, her hands folder calmly in her lap. Stamped indelibly were the hard years she had spent with this man. Years' of hope without end, now turned to years of emptiness. He realized that Lydia wanted to be left alone and departed as soon as possible. Throughout the day he continued the march and at three o'clock, he saw a band of Indians on the horizon, but they did not approach too close. Finnegan said, "Spotted Tail, sor. You beat him twice, sor. He'll never forget it." "He isn't supposed to," Schwabarher said. Later, with Fort Laramie in sight, he looked at his watch: five o'clock exactly. The gates swung wide for him and he drew the command into formation on the parade edge. Schwabacker dismounted with great weariness. He spoke to Finnegan, "Sergeant, dismiss the troop and offer them my compliments. Have Sergeant McGruger fetch the contract surgeon on the double." When this was done. Schwabacker stripped off his gauntlets and stood with the rain coursing down his cheeks. Mrs. Kincaid dismounted from the ambulance, and when she saw him standing-there she came up. The officer of the day trotted aeross the gumbo parade and led Mrs. Kincaid to the duck boards and the sanctuary at dreary quarters near Suds Row. On the headquarters, porch the commanding officer appeared, a round little man with the infallible instincts of the natural-born military man. He took one look at the troop and knew what kind of fight they had been in. He read victory in their Scars, for there was nothing tail-between-the-legs in their manner. The contract surgeons came on the run, followed by four orderlies and two ambulances. Jocelyn was lowered to a tarp spread on the parade and almost immediately transferred to a waiting ambulance. Schwabacker straightened and with considerable effort walked to headquarters porch, where Brevet Colonel Nelson Ashford waited. Come inside, man, Ashxord said. He glanced at Schwabacker's tenderly cradled, arm. "Is that serious, Mr. Schwabacker?" "No, sir. Merely a flesh wound." "You're a poor liar," Ashford said, closing, his office door. "You're as white as curd. How bad off Is Jocelyn?" "Through a lung, sir," Schwabacker made his report, briefly but completely. His statements concerning Lieutenant Eastwood were honest, uncolored and hardly flattering. Colonel Ash ford dispatched an orderly to fetch Eastwood. When Eastwood appeared, Ashford's frown was like the gathering of thunder clouds. "Mr. Eastwood, perhaps you can account satisfactorily for this impossible report of Captain Kincaid's losing his entire command." "Indeed I, can, sir." "And I'm also interested," Ashford said, "in your personal actions during this engagement." "I was inactive, sir," Eastwood said. "When the Indians attacked, I disputed Captain Kincaid's orders. He ordered me into the wagon under arrest. His wife will verify that, sir." "Thank you," Ashford said. "That will be all." Eastwood went out, closing the door softly behind him. Ashford waited a moment before speak ing. "You fought a brilliant action, Mr. Schwabacker. I'll see that it's Included in my dispatch to General Cooke." He stood up and offered his hand. You've done us a service Mr. Schwabacker. Spotted Tail and his Cheyennes have been hanging around for a year, ever since Carrington first marched through with the 18th Infantry. Now I believe we. Know where we stand. Red Cloud means to use the Cheyennes to close off Weasels' supply route. That can only mean a bitter summer campaign at Kearny. Now that we're forewarned, we can be forearmed." His glance touched Schwaback er's wound. "Get over to Cove Butler's office and have that dressed. That's an order." "Yes, sir," Schwabacker said and left Immediately. He found Cove Butler in the laboratory. "Rough patrol," Butler said. He leaned his shoulders against the wall as he toweled his hands dry. He looked carefully at Email Schwabacker, as though he too measured him, but with a newly farmed opinion. "I was glad it happened," Schwabacker said. Butter nodded understandingly. "That looked like your parade awhile ago. From where I sat, Temple Jocelyn was just holding down his horse. Butler was a man of forty, dry skinned, and dry humored," He seemed to regard the entire military system with a cynical amusement. "How is he?" "Resting," Butler said. He motioned for Schwabacker to sit down and took the bandage off the forearm. He examined Linahan's needlework, and rebandaged it "You leave me in a hole, Emil. I don't know whether to call you lieutenant or doctor." "I'm not a doctor," Schwabacker "said. "Jocelyn" doesn't think I'm much of an officer either." Butler's glance was amused "A doctor amputated Kincaid's arm. And a doctor probed for the bullet in Jocelyn. What did you use?" "A bent piece or wire," Schwabacker said. "And a better Job than I could have done, in either case." He turned away for his pipe. "You don't think you're much of an officer. Did Temple ever say so?" "He doesn't have to say. He has a way of looking at a man. that says enough." Schwabacker made a sweeping motion with his hand. "Go ahead, draw your own conclusions" "Is that what I'm doing?" Butler packed and lighted his pipe. "Emil, you don't have to copy Temple Jocelyn." "I didn't think it was that obvious," Schwabacker said. "Understand me, sir; I don't want to copy any man. It's just that he has a way about him that makes, a man feel inferior. I know that feeling, sir, from a lifetime of living with it." Butler puffed on his pipe for a moment. "What bothers you, Emil? Are you afraid of making, a mistake Temple Jocelyn wouldn't have made? Something he'll hold against you?" Before Schwabacker could answer the connecting door opened and Dr. Kisdeen came in. He said, I've completed an examinatlon of Jocelyn. The breast bone deflected the bullet to one side and only a portion of the lung was touched. Just enough to cause respiratory bleeding. "Can I see him now?" Schwabacker asked. Kisdeen pursed his lips, "Not too long." "Thanks," Schwabacker said and went through the connecting door. () WHAT IS HAPPENING By JAMES KEENE © Copyright 1956, James Keene. Reprinted by permission of Ran dom House. Inc. (King Features Syndicate) Second Lieutenant El Schwabacker evil had a year of dreary intion with the Cavalry at port Lararie Wyone tie felt pare up under the intbly exacting, cldly reserved. First Lieutenant Temple Jocelya. S the thought of his fiancee Bear was pot conselling for she was buck in Vermont, a painful member. The parrot which took bl to Ryndlge's mach changed his career. A company of infantry had been sent to reference Fort Laramie ly troop had been ordered to redenend with the foot soldiers at the pth and export them. A mile from Ryndree's, the cavalrymen saw the infantry Posttion ringed by attacking Indian's, Jocelyn sent Email with paid of the troop to flank the Indian's while Jonelyn pushed through to the Infantry ug's aid. When two-pronged result had forced the Indians to draw back. Email and Jocelyn found the emergency of infantry shattered and its captain. Nathan Kineard in agony with a badly mangled arm. Email who had run away, amputated the arm. Then in a renewed Indian attack. Jocelyn was wounded, and it was up to Schwanacker to take command and try to save the force. As a trick, he arranges what appears a disorderly retract to Fort Laatate. The Cheyennes seeing a small wagon train leave, boldly attack. But concealed troopers ambush and rout the Indians. SECOND Lieutenant Emil Schwabacker maintained an unvarying three miles an hour throughout the night, halting only for housekeeping slops and to graze the horses. During these times ho stayed with Lieutenant Jocelyn, who seemed to live only because a core of disciplined flame in his brain forbade dying. Jocelyn was a relaxed lump on his horse, too weak to raise his head oil the animal's neck, but he looked at Schwabacker with unwavering eyes. Once he spoke: "My congratulations. Perhaps in ... time you may grasp ... the fundamentals of command." There waft no more talk, Schwabacker ordered the troop on. When the wet and miserable dawn broke. Captain Nathan Kincaid released a final sigh and Lydia's sharp call brought SchwaHacker to the rear at a trot. He entered the ambulance and found there was nothing he could say to this woman. She sat with her back braced against the side boards, her hands folder calmly in her lap. Stamped indelibly were the hard years she had spent with this man. Years' of hope without end, now turned to years of emptiness. He realized that Lydia wanted to be left alone and departed as soon as possible. Throughout the day he continued the march and at three o'clock, he saw a band of Indians on the horizon, but they did not approach too close. Finnegan said, "Spotted Tail, sor. You beat him twice, sor. He'll never forget it." "He isn't supposed to," Schwabarher said. Later, with Fort Laramie in sight, he looked at his watch: five o'clock exactly. The gates swung wide for him and he drew the command into formation on the parade edge. Schwabacker dismounted with great weariness. He spoke to Finnegan, "Sergeant, dismiss the troop and offer them my compliments. Have Sergeant McGruger fetch the contract surgeon on the double." When this was done. Schwabacker stripped off his gauntlets and stood with the rain coursing down his cheeks. Mrs. Kincaid dismounted from the ambulance, and when she saw him standing-there she came up. The officer of the day trotted aeross the gumbo parade and led Mrs. Kincaid to the duck boards and the sanctuary at dreary quarters near Suds Row. On the headquarters, porch the commanding officer appeared, a round little man with the infallible instincts of the natural-born military man. He took one look at the troop and knew what kind of fight they had been in. He read victory in their Scars, for there was nothing tail-between-the-legs in their manner. The contract surgeons came on the run, followed by four orderlies and two ambulances. Jocelyn was lowered to a tarp spread on the parade and almost immediately transferred to a waiting ambulance. Schwabacker straightened and with considerable effort walked to headquarters porch, where Brevet Colonel Nelson Ashford waited. Come inside, man, Ashxord said. He glanced at Schwabacker's tenderly cradled, arm. "Is that serious, Mr. Schwabacker?" "No, sir. Merely a flesh wound." "You're a poor liar," Ashford said, closing, his office door. "You're as white as curd. How bad off Is Jocelyn?" "Through a lung, sir," Schwabacker made his report, briefly but completely. His statements concerning Lieutenant Eastwood were honest, uncolored and hardly flattering. Colonel Ash ford dispatched an orderly to fetch Eastwood. When Eastwood appeared, Ashford's frown was like the gathering of thunder clouds. "Mr. Eastwood, perhaps you can account satisfactorily for this impossible report of Captain Kincaid's losing his entire command." "Indeed I, can, sir." "And I'm also interested," Ashford said, "in your personal actions during this engagement." "I was inactive, sir," Eastwood said. "When the Indians attacked, I disputed Captain Kincaid's orders. He ordered me into the wagon under arrest. His wife will verify that, sir." "Thank you," Ashford said. "That will be all." Eastwood went out, closing the door softly behind him. Ashford waited a moment before speak ing. "You fought a brilliant action, Mr. Schwabacker. I'll see that it's Included in my dispatch to General Cooke." He stood up and offered his hand. You've done us a service Mr. Schwabacker. Spotted Tail and his Cheyennes have been hanging around for a year, ever since Carrington first marched through with the 18th Infantry. Now I believe we. Know where we stand. Red Cloud means to use the Cheyennes to close off Weasels' supply route. That can only mean a bitter summer campaign at Kearny. Now that we're forewarned, we can be forearmed." His glance touched Schwaback er's wound. "Get over to Cove Butler's office and have that dressed. That's an order." "Yes, sir," Schwabacker said and left Immediately. He found Cove Butler in the laboratory. "Rough patrol," Butler said. He leaned his shoulders against the wall as he toweled his hands dry. He looked carefully at Email Schwabacker, as though he too measured him, but with a newly farmed opinion. "I was glad it happened," Schwabacker said. Butter nodded understandingly. "That looked like your parade awhile ago. From where I sat, Temple Jocelyn was just holding down his horse. Butler was a man of forty, dry skinned, and dry humored," He seemed to regard the entire military system with a cynical amusement. "How is he?" "Resting," Butler said. He motioned for Schwabacker to sit down and took the bandage off the forearm. He examined Linahan's needlework, and rebandaged it "You leave me in a hole, Emil. I don't know whether to call you lieutenant or doctor." "I'm not a doctor," Schwabacker "said. "Jocelyn" doesn't think I'm much of an officer either." Butler's glance was amused "A doctor amputated Kincaid's arm. And a doctor probed for the bullet in Jocelyn. What did you use?" "A bent piece or wire," Schwabacker said. "And a better Job than I could have done, in either case." He turned away for his pipe. "You don't think you're much of an officer. Did Temple ever say so?" "He doesn't have to say. He has a way of looking at a man. that says enough." Schwabacker made a sweeping motion with his hand. "Go ahead, draw your own conclusions" "Is that what I'm doing?" Butler packed and lighted his pipe. "Emil, you don't have to copy Temple Jocelyn." "I didn't think it was that obvious," Schwabacker said. "Understand me, sir; I don't want to copy any man. It's just that he has a way about him that makes, a man feel inferior. I know that feeling, sir, from a lifetime of living with it." Butler puffed on his pipe for a moment. "What bothers you, Emil? Are you afraid of making, a mistake Temple Jocelyn wouldn't have made? Something he'll hold against you?" Before Schwabacker could answer the connecting door opened and Dr. Kisdeen came in. He said, I've completed an examinatlon of Jocelyn. The breast bone deflected the bullet to one side and only a portion of the lung was touched. Just enough to cause respiratory bleeding. "Can I see him now?" Schwabacker asked. Kisdeen pursed his lips, "Not too long." "Thanks," Schwabacker said and went through the connecting door. () CHAPTER 10 By JAMES KEENE © Copyright 1956, James Keene. Reprinted by permission of Ran dom House. Inc. (King Features Syndicate) Second Lieutenant El Schwabacker evil had a year of dreary intion with the Cavalry at port Lararie Wyone tie felt pare up under the intbly exacting, cldly reserved. First Lieutenant Temple Jocelya. S the thought of his fiancee Bear was pot conselling for she was buck in Vermont, a painful member. The parrot which took bl to Ryndlge's mach changed his career. A company of infantry had been sent to reference Fort Laramie ly troop had been ordered to redenend with the foot soldiers at the pth and export them. A mile from Ryndree's, the cavalrymen saw the infantry Posttion ringed by attacking Indian's, Jocelyn sent Email with paid of the troop to flank the Indian's while Jonelyn pushed through to the Infantry ug's aid. When two-pronged result had forced the Indians to draw back. Email and Jocelyn found the emergency of infantry shattered and its captain. Nathan Kineard in agony with a badly mangled arm. Email who had run away, amputated the arm. Then in a renewed Indian attack. Jocelyn was wounded, and it was up to Schwanacker to take command and try to save the force. As a trick, he arranges what appears a disorderly retract to Fort Laatate. The Cheyennes seeing a small wagon train leave, boldly attack. But concealed troopers ambush and rout the Indians. SECOND Lieutenant Emil Schwabacker maintained an unvarying three miles an hour throughout the night, halting only for housekeeping slops and to graze the horses. During these times ho stayed with Lieutenant Jocelyn, who seemed to live only because a core of disciplined flame in his brain forbade dying. Jocelyn was a relaxed lump on his horse, too weak to raise his head oil the animal's neck, but he looked at Schwabacker with unwavering eyes. Once he spoke: "My congratulations. Perhaps in ... time you may grasp ... the fundamentals of command." There waft no more talk, Schwabacker ordered the troop on. When the wet and miserable dawn broke. Captain Nathan Kincaid released a final sigh and Lydia's sharp call brought SchwaHacker to the rear at a trot. He entered the ambulance and found there was nothing he could say to this woman. She sat with her back braced against the side boards, her hands folder calmly in her lap. Stamped indelibly were the hard years she had spent with this man. Years' of hope without end, now turned to years of emptiness. He realized that Lydia wanted to be left alone and departed as soon as possible. Throughout the day he continued the march and at three o'clock, he saw a band of Indians on the horizon, but they did not approach too close. Finnegan said, "Spotted Tail, sor. You beat him twice, sor. He'll never forget it." "He isn't supposed to," Schwabarher said. Later, with Fort Laramie in sight, he looked at his watch: five o'clock exactly. The gates swung wide for him and he drew the command into formation on the parade edge. Schwabacker dismounted with great weariness. He spoke to Finnegan, "Sergeant, dismiss the troop and offer them my compliments. Have Sergeant McGruger fetch the contract surgeon on the double." When this was done. Schwabacker stripped off his gauntlets and stood with the rain coursing down his cheeks. Mrs. Kincaid dismounted from the ambulance, and when she saw him standing-there she came up. The officer of the day trotted aeross the gumbo parade and led Mrs. Kincaid to the duck boards and the sanctuary at dreary quarters near Suds Row. On the headquarters, porch the commanding officer appeared, a round little man with the infallible instincts of the natural-born military man. He took one look at the troop and knew what kind of fight they had been in. He read victory in their Scars, for there was nothing tail-between-the-legs in their manner. The contract surgeons came on the run, followed by four orderlies and two ambulances. Jocelyn was lowered to a tarp spread on the parade and almost immediately transferred to a waiting ambulance. Schwabacker straightened and with considerable effort walked to headquarters porch, where Brevet Colonel Nelson Ashford waited. Come inside, man, Ashxord said. He glanced at Schwabacker's tenderly cradled, arm. "Is that serious, Mr. Schwabacker?" "No, sir. Merely a flesh wound." "You're a poor liar," Ashford said, closing, his office door. "You're as white as curd. How bad off Is Jocelyn?" "Through a lung, sir," Schwabacker made his report, briefly but completely. His statements concerning Lieutenant Eastwood were honest, uncolored and hardly flattering. Colonel Ash ford dispatched an orderly to fetch Eastwood. When Eastwood appeared, Ashford's frown was like the gathering of thunder clouds. "Mr. Eastwood, perhaps you can account satisfactorily for this impossible report of Captain Kincaid's losing his entire command." "Indeed I, can, sir." "And I'm also interested," Ashford said, "in your personal actions during this engagement." "I was inactive, sir," Eastwood said. "When the Indians attacked, I disputed Captain Kincaid's orders. He ordered me into the wagon under arrest. His wife will verify that, sir." "Thank you," Ashford said. "That will be all." Eastwood went out, closing the door softly behind him. Ashford waited a moment before speak ing. "You fought a brilliant action, Mr. Schwabacker. I'll see that it's Included in my dispatch to General Cooke." He stood up and offered his hand. You've done us a service Mr. Schwabacker. Spotted Tail and his Cheyennes have been hanging around for a year, ever since Carrington first marched through with the 18th Infantry. Now I believe we. Know where we stand. Red Cloud means to use the Cheyennes to close off Weasels' supply route. That can only mean a bitter summer campaign at Kearny. Now that we're forewarned, we can be forearmed." His glance touched Schwaback er's wound. "Get over to Cove Butler's office and have that dressed. That's an order." "Yes, sir," Schwabacker said and left Immediately. He found Cove Butler in the laboratory. "Rough patrol," Butler said. He leaned his shoulders against the wall as he toweled his hands dry. He looked carefully at Email Schwabacker, as though he too measured him, but with a newly farmed opinion. "I was glad it happened," Schwabacker said. Butter nodded understandingly. "That looked like your parade awhile ago. From where I sat, Temple Jocelyn was just holding down his horse. Butler was a man of forty, dry skinned, and dry humored," He seemed to regard the entire military system with a cynical amusement. "How is he?" "Resting," Butler said. He motioned for Schwabacker to sit down and took the bandage off the forearm. He examined Linahan's needlework, and rebandaged it "You leave me in a hole, Emil. I don't know whether to call you lieutenant or doctor." "I'm not a doctor," Schwabacker "said. "Jocelyn" doesn't think I'm much of an officer either." Butler's glance was amused "A doctor amputated Kincaid's arm. And a doctor probed for the bullet in Jocelyn. What did you use?" "A bent piece or wire," Schwabacker said. "And a better Job than I could have done, in either case." He turned away for his pipe. "You don't think you're much of an officer. Did Temple ever say so?" "He doesn't have to say. He has a way of looking at a man. that says enough." Schwabacker made a sweeping motion with his hand. "Go ahead, draw your own conclusions" "Is that what I'm doing?" Butler packed and lighted his pipe. "Emil, you don't have to copy Temple Jocelyn." "I didn't think it was that obvious," Schwabacker said. "Understand me, sir; I don't want to copy any man. It's just that he has a way about him that makes, a man feel inferior. I know that feeling, sir, from a lifetime of living with it." Butler puffed on his pipe for a moment. "What bothers you, Emil? Are you afraid of making, a mistake Temple Jocelyn wouldn't have made? Something he'll hold against you?" Before Schwabacker could answer the connecting door opened and Dr. Kisdeen came in. He said, I've completed an examinatlon of Jocelyn. The breast bone deflected the bullet to one side and only a portion of the lung was touched. Just enough to cause respiratory bleeding. "Can I see him now?" Schwabacker asked. Kisdeen pursed his lips, "Not too long." "Thanks," Schwabacker said and went through the connecting door. () MY WEEKLY SERMON REV. BLAIR T. HUNT PASTOR MISSISSIPPI BLVD, CHRISTIAN CHURCH, MEMPHIS Sunday was Easter. This churches were crowded. It was high Sunday. Next Sunday may be called "Low" Sunday. The crowds will not be there. We will feel a let-down, maybe. It may be a "step-down," It ought to be a "step-up". Easter Sunday we were, elated, emotionalized. To be sure, we must return to life's routine and responsibilities This routine and these responsibilities, should be golden with the a after-glow of a glorious and radiant Easter. After Easter we ought to see in our daily dozens, our drills duties, new possibilities and new rewards.......Not h daily grind ........... . but a golden opportunity. Simon Peter is a help to us. Some time after the resurrection peter was back again in Galilee. I wonder why? Our Lord promised to, meet them in Galilee. Possibly that is why he went. But, there may have been another reason. Did Simon Peter want lo go back among the familiar scenes where he had lived and worked formerly, and thus test himself out on this Christian dis cipleship? I don't know. You don't know. Bu it is possible when we meetPeter in the last chapter of John he is with some of his friends by the old, familiar lake-side in Galilee, saying to them, "I go a-fishing." What did that mean to Peter? Was it a step-down to the old life he once lived? Anyway it was a temptation to go back to his old vocation. Peter had been following a man whose very name caused controversy: A man who made great claims: A man who asked tremendous sacrifices: A man who stirred things up: A man who had a stormy career, a career that ended with his death and then the mystery Of resurrection. I am talking about Jesus, Peter no doubt, was tempted to write it off, forget it, go back, step down to that which he was formerly doing. That struggle is not confined to Simon Peter. That struggle meets us again and again. Shall I go back to strong drink, back to gambling, back to fornification, back to dishonesty, back to adultery? Shall it be a "step down" or a "step up?" Shall we step up or step down? It all depends. It depends upon our holding fast to faith. It depends on whether we take God with us. ...... Let God control our emotions. It depends upon prayer. Let us pray that in the moment when we say: "I go a-fishing," and turn backward and step down to the old familiar things, Christ may come to us as he came to Simon Peter that morning on the beach of Gailiee, and remind us that with him we can never go backward nor downward, but only forward and upward. Then we can "press on the upward way and scale the utmost heights." Don't lose the after-glow of Easter! "Each morning gives thee wings to flee from hell. Each night a star to guide thy feet to heaven!" A STEP-UP OR A STEP DOWN REV. BLAIR T. HUNT PASTOR MISSISSIPPI BLVD, CHRISTIAN CHURCH, MEMPHIS Sunday was Easter. This churches were crowded. It was high Sunday. Next Sunday may be called "Low" Sunday. The crowds will not be there. We will feel a let-down, maybe. It may be a "step-down," It ought to be a "step-up". Easter Sunday we were, elated, emotionalized. To be sure, we must return to life's routine and responsibilities This routine and these responsibilities, should be golden with the a after-glow of a glorious and radiant Easter. After Easter we ought to see in our daily dozens, our drills duties, new possibilities and new rewards.......Not h daily grind ........... . but a golden opportunity. Simon Peter is a help to us. Some time after the resurrection peter was back again in Galilee. I wonder why? Our Lord promised to, meet them in Galilee. Possibly that is why he went. But, there may have been another reason. Did Simon Peter want lo go back among the familiar scenes where he had lived and worked formerly, and thus test himself out on this Christian dis cipleship? I don't know. You don't know. Bu it is possible when we meetPeter in the last chapter of John he is with some of his friends by the old, familiar lake-side in Galilee, saying to them, "I go a-fishing." What did that mean to Peter? Was it a step-down to the old life he once lived? Anyway it was a temptation to go back to his old vocation. Peter had been following a man whose very name caused controversy: A man who made great claims: A man who asked tremendous sacrifices: A man who stirred things up: A man who had a stormy career, a career that ended with his death and then the mystery Of resurrection. I am talking about Jesus, Peter no doubt, was tempted to write it off, forget it, go back, step down to that which he was formerly doing. That struggle is not confined to Simon Peter. That struggle meets us again and again. Shall I go back to strong drink, back to gambling, back to fornification, back to dishonesty, back to adultery? Shall it be a "step down" or a "step up?" Shall we step up or step down? It all depends. It depends upon our holding fast to faith. It depends on whether we take God with us. ...... Let God control our emotions. It depends upon prayer. Let us pray that in the moment when we say: "I go a-fishing," and turn backward and step down to the old familiar things, Christ may come to us as he came to Simon Peter that morning on the beach of Gailiee, and remind us that with him we can never go backward nor downward, but only forward and upward. Then we can "press on the upward way and scale the utmost heights." Don't lose the after-glow of Easter! "Each morning gives thee wings to flee from hell. Each night a star to guide thy feet to heaven!" George Riggs, Funeral Director Passes George Riggs, a funeral director in Fitzgerald for 34 year's, died Monday following a lengthy illness. Active in organizations, he was a 32nd degree Mason, Shriner of which he was chief, rabban of Ammon Shrine Temple 82; trustee of Salem Baptist church; Good Samaritans and Eastern star; had chairman of Supreme Council of Christian Aid Society.