Memphis World Memphis World Publishing Co. 1957-09-04 Thaddeus T. Stokes MEMPHIS WORLD The South's Oldest and Leading Colored Semi-Weekly Newspaper Published by MEMPHIS WORLD PUBLISHING CO. Every WEDNESDAY and SATURDAY at 546 BEALE—Ph. 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 mall under the Act of Congress, March 1, 1870 THADDEUS T. STOKES 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 readers and opposing those things against the interest of its readers. The Civil Rights Bill And What Came Out In Its Wash Now that the first Civil Rights bill since 1877 has passed the House and senate and is only awaiting the signature of President Eisenhower, it is but in keeping with a well established policy in a service to the public, that somewhat of a review, retelling what the bill carries is in order. What the bill originally set out to remedy, were those heaps of bleeding wrongs obviously known to every reader of the daily press, visited upon a voteless minority for generations. It might be possible that the reactions from the politicians in the deep South to a certain Supreme Court decision outlawing segregation at the public school level, hastened on this bill. While the much discussed part III was taken from the bill there still remains much that was originally sought, and while it now is being called a bill to protect the Negroes' voting rights, it goes far beyond that. As the bill stands, it would let the U. S. Attorney General step into voting rights only. That alone was a master stroke; it is the first such in this century. It calls for a Congressional commission to investigate all kinds of civil rights violations. While the commission would have no powers to act against such violations, as the Attorney General could have done had part III been retained, it would be a mighty pressure agency in exposing. One newspaper columnist makes this example in effect: — This Commission might not have power to act, but it could investigate moves set up in the South to resist public school integration in general. The more the Commission may reveal, particularly about harrassment of Negroes, the more could be the pressure for more legislation. The Commission would have power to hold hearings anywhere. Because of its subpoena power, it now could force witnesses to appear and testify. Under the present form, the Attorney General could ask a federal judge for a court order to stop a voting rights violation. The fact that once a judge issues such an order, he would hold a public hearing to bring out the facts in the case. The bill leaves untouched the judge's power to try and jail-without a jury anyone in civil contempt for disobeying his order. Where the bill again has broad sweeping powers in addition to its power by a Commission to expose, a federal judge could try without a jury, a defendant in a criminal contempt case involving the right to vote. If the judge imposed a penalty exceeding $300 in fines, or 45 days imprisonment, the defendant if dissatisfied, could demand and get a trial by a jury. History will record it as a far climb on the ladder of equality among the citizens of this country. The Commission, while retaining the power to expose, to hold hearings anywhere in the South and to make those investigations into alleged violations of other civil rights, would be the powerful lamp unto the feet and light unto the pathways of them who are bound to go further up the bladder until the whole of human rights will rest under the sheltering arms of a mighty nation. In addition to spelling out what the bill does, there came out in the wash those innate weaknesses, obvious fallacies and certain evidences of disentegration in Rule 22, that filibuster fiat, which were so challenging that Southern Senators backed off from a traditional temptation. So, in as much as the President has approved the bill as passed, his signature seems assured. And although the bill had finally northern Democratic support in addition to a few southern Senators, the President's party can justly claim the lion's share of the credit for its passage. The School Bells Again The season for opening school always brings a newness of spirit and effort; in that the teachers, the students and even the janitor all come in from a refreshing vacation. New beginnings must be made, new faces must be seen and renewed effort must be processed for overcoming what appeared to be handicaps or obstacles in the way of better production. So, the school bells are calling all children, and the youngsters feel again the breezy atmosphere of new opportunities. The teachers, many of whom have been engaged in summer study come in with renewed vigor and that full determination to make the most of the opportunity of enlightening youth. With advanced and more modern methods in vogue, the teachers face an enviable opportunity. Improved facilities, alternated by convenience and added interest on the part of authorities, alternated by convenience and added interest on the part of authorities and parents, should bring in excellent results toward the correction of those impairments disclosed a few days ago in the report submitted to the department of education to the effect that Negro children did not come up to the standard of the white youth. While this Was due directly to those handicaps having nothing to do with ones intellectual capacities, or earnesty of effort such a condition is far from a wholesome contribution to the system. It was generally agreed that the student could not of himself overcome what was imbedded in the system, the status quo of measley Opportunity, inadequate environment, study hours and physical equipment. Our schools represent a heavy outlay of expenditures; they are among the best regulated agencies among us and having to do with the building of youth, the sacredness of the cause should enlist every individual among us in this effort. The school is the nation's nursery; it is the cradle of citizenship; in that those entrusted to the care and keeping of the city are entitled to the best obtainable for their development. Let the parents join hands with the authorities and the teachers to the end of making this a banner school year. We are proud of our teaching force, and we solicit for it the cooperation of all concerned. We congratulate the children who come upon this enviable opportunity and here is hoping that they join in with the general personnel in making the most of what they find. SEEING and SAYING BY WILLIAM A. FOWLKES Managing Editor — Atlanta Daily World WHEN THE news picture of Autherine Lucy at her new clothing firm job came through I recalled the visit I made to her parents' home after certain Southern newsmen had quoted them as saping they did not support or approve of her attempt to enter the University of Alabama. The news hawks, writing for their more prejudiced consumption, had quoted the old man virtually as saying that he did not know where Autherine even got any ideas about wanting to attend "the white folks schools." Some lines in the story had the Lucys disowning their child for wanting to improve her school lot and that of her race. The old man, retired by age on his sprawling farm, and the sweet old lady sat before the warmth of their log fire and reflected. "You know I never said nothing like that about Autherine," the father answered about the widespread quotes which virtually had him disowning his child and "her ways" in wanting to enter the University of Alabama. "No, sir; I never said .nothing like they wrote I said! And, I never heard a thing about a 'Red' or a 'Com' . . . . . . what's that? . . . . ever what it is . . . . . until those reporters asked was she a member." When I saw Autherine's picture, I thought about her father's firm stand with her and her ambition to get the best her state offered in schooling. There were community, pressures and slanted press reporting to have the children and the parents of children over the changing South deny that they want the best in common schooling their state taxes provide. Petitioners will be forced off requests for entrance into the best Southern schools, but one fact remains: "I Never Said Nothing Like That . . ." BY WILLIAM A. FOWLKES Managing Editor — Atlanta Daily World WHEN THE news picture of Autherine Lucy at her new clothing firm job came through I recalled the visit I made to her parents' home after certain Southern newsmen had quoted them as saping they did not support or approve of her attempt to enter the University of Alabama. The news hawks, writing for their more prejudiced consumption, had quoted the old man virtually as saying that he did not know where Autherine even got any ideas about wanting to attend "the white folks schools." Some lines in the story had the Lucys disowning their child for wanting to improve her school lot and that of her race. The old man, retired by age on his sprawling farm, and the sweet old lady sat before the warmth of their log fire and reflected. "You know I never said nothing like that about Autherine," the father answered about the widespread quotes which virtually had him disowning his child and "her ways" in wanting to enter the University of Alabama. "No, sir; I never said .nothing like they wrote I said! And, I never heard a thing about a 'Red' or a 'Com' . . . . . . what's that? . . . . ever what it is . . . . . until those reporters asked was she a member." When I saw Autherine's picture, I thought about her father's firm stand with her and her ambition to get the best her state offered in schooling. There were community, pressures and slanted press reporting to have the children and the parents of children over the changing South deny that they want the best in common schooling their state taxes provide. Petitioners will be forced off requests for entrance into the best Southern schools, but one fact remains: Philly Judge grand lodge proceeded to reelect soma of the officers who were defendants in the case, although Judge Lord had issued a rule for the grand lodge and its top officers to show cause why they should not be enjoined from electing officers by voice vote. He told Raymond Pace Alexander, a Philadelphia lawyer representing the Elks, that he was rather surprised that he grand lodge went ahead and had elections on August 28, the day before the hear ing. "When were copies of the complaint served upon members of the grand lodge?" Judge Lord asked. "During the parade Tuesday," Mr. Alexander replied. "When were you first given copies of the complaint?" Judge Alexander asked. "After the parade Tuesday, about 5 o'clock," replied Perry W. Howard, grand legal adviser of the Elks. "When was the election, scheduled?" asked Judge Lord. "Wednesday, no particular hour, except under the general procedure that after minutes of the previous meeting are read, certain reports are made." Mr. Howard explained that the grand lodge then heard officers reports and was Advised not to hold the election under the 1954 constitution but to do so under the 1953 constitution. Mr. Walker charged in his complaint that the provision in "the 1953 constitution requiring elections to be by secret ballot had been changed to provide for elections by voice vote, without any proposition for amending the constitution never having come before the grand lodge. Mr. Howard told Judge Lord that the grand lodge by a twothirds vote suspended the rules and elected by acclamation. He disavowed any intention of disobeying the court. "In other words, you gave them a legal opinion that there would be no violation if they did not proceed in the manner stated in the complaint but under the old law?" Judge Lord asked. "Yes, sir," replied Mr. Howard "I made it plain to them that we wanted to do nothing that even seemed to be contrary to the order of this court." "Very, well, you have explained that to my satisfaction," said Judge Lord. The offices reelected by acclamation after a suspension of the rules were: William C. Hueston, grand secretary; Perry B. Jackson, Cleveland, grand treasurer; Hobson R. Reynolds, Philadelphia grand director of civil libenties; George W. Lee, Memphis, Tenn., grand commissioner of education. All of them, plus Charles P. McClane, Steelton. Pa., were named as defendants in the suit, and all of them, except Judge Jackson, who was ill, were in court and heard Judge Lord say it would be "unfortunate" if the grand lodge officers changed the benevolent purposes of the order or used the organization and its funds for their own personal use. When the court reconvened at 2 o'clock, after lunch there was a bench conference during which Judge Lord was overheard to ask If there was anything I nthe bylaws about officers perpetuating themselves in office and how long they can be elected and reelected. He was told that they may serve indefinitely. Walker was recalled to the witness chair by Mr. Alexander and testimony was developed that the grand temple, the women's auxiliary, would also be affected by a receivership, and that there were more "daughter Elks" than "brother Elks." The grand temple has over 62,000 members. Stating his reasons for granting the motion of the grand lodge to dismiss the suit, Judge Lord said that in studying the opinion of Judge Morris in the District case, he felt it was well reasoned and he should adopt it as one of his reasons for dismissing the case. His second reason was that he did not feel that the plantiffs adequately represented the class since it was a class action. UNDER 1955 CONSTITUTION grand lodge proceeded to reelect soma of the officers who were defendants in the case, although Judge Lord had issued a rule for the grand lodge and its top officers to show cause why they should not be enjoined from electing officers by voice vote. He told Raymond Pace Alexander, a Philadelphia lawyer representing the Elks, that he was rather surprised that he grand lodge went ahead and had elections on August 28, the day before the hear ing. "When were copies of the complaint served upon members of the grand lodge?" Judge Lord asked. "During the parade Tuesday," Mr. Alexander replied. "When were you first given copies of the complaint?" Judge Alexander asked. "After the parade Tuesday, about 5 o'clock," replied Perry W. Howard, grand legal adviser of the Elks. "When was the election, scheduled?" asked Judge Lord. "Wednesday, no particular hour, except under the general procedure that after minutes of the previous meeting are read, certain reports are made." Mr. Howard explained that the grand lodge then heard officers reports and was Advised not to hold the election under the 1954 constitution but to do so under the 1953 constitution. Mr. Walker charged in his complaint that the provision in "the 1953 constitution requiring elections to be by secret ballot had been changed to provide for elections by voice vote, without any proposition for amending the constitution never having come before the grand lodge. Mr. Howard told Judge Lord that the grand lodge by a twothirds vote suspended the rules and elected by acclamation. He disavowed any intention of disobeying the court. "In other words, you gave them a legal opinion that there would be no violation if they did not proceed in the manner stated in the complaint but under the old law?" Judge Lord asked. "Yes, sir," replied Mr. Howard "I made it plain to them that we wanted to do nothing that even seemed to be contrary to the order of this court." "Very, well, you have explained that to my satisfaction," said Judge Lord. The offices reelected by acclamation after a suspension of the rules were: William C. Hueston, grand secretary; Perry B. Jackson, Cleveland, grand treasurer; Hobson R. Reynolds, Philadelphia grand director of civil libenties; George W. Lee, Memphis, Tenn., grand commissioner of education. All of them, plus Charles P. McClane, Steelton. Pa., were named as defendants in the suit, and all of them, except Judge Jackson, who was ill, were in court and heard Judge Lord say it would be "unfortunate" if the grand lodge officers changed the benevolent purposes of the order or used the organization and its funds for their own personal use. When the court reconvened at 2 o'clock, after lunch there was a bench conference during which Judge Lord was overheard to ask If there was anything I nthe bylaws about officers perpetuating themselves in office and how long they can be elected and reelected. He was told that they may serve indefinitely. Walker was recalled to the witness chair by Mr. Alexander and testimony was developed that the grand temple, the women's auxiliary, would also be affected by a receivership, and that there were more "daughter Elks" than "brother Elks." The grand temple has over 62,000 members. Stating his reasons for granting the motion of the grand lodge to dismiss the suit, Judge Lord said that in studying the opinion of Judge Morris in the District case, he felt it was well reasoned and he should adopt it as one of his reasons for dismissing the case. His second reason was that he did not feel that the plantiffs adequately represented the class since it was a class action. REELECTED BY ACCLAMATION grand lodge proceeded to reelect soma of the officers who were defendants in the case, although Judge Lord had issued a rule for the grand lodge and its top officers to show cause why they should not be enjoined from electing officers by voice vote. He told Raymond Pace Alexander, a Philadelphia lawyer representing the Elks, that he was rather surprised that he grand lodge went ahead and had elections on August 28, the day before the hear ing. "When were copies of the complaint served upon members of the grand lodge?" Judge Lord asked. "During the parade Tuesday," Mr. Alexander replied. "When were you first given copies of the complaint?" Judge Alexander asked. "After the parade Tuesday, about 5 o'clock," replied Perry W. Howard, grand legal adviser of the Elks. "When was the election, scheduled?" asked Judge Lord. "Wednesday, no particular hour, except under the general procedure that after minutes of the previous meeting are read, certain reports are made." Mr. Howard explained that the grand lodge then heard officers reports and was Advised not to hold the election under the 1954 constitution but to do so under the 1953 constitution. Mr. Walker charged in his complaint that the provision in "the 1953 constitution requiring elections to be by secret ballot had been changed to provide for elections by voice vote, without any proposition for amending the constitution never having come before the grand lodge. Mr. Howard told Judge Lord that the grand lodge by a twothirds vote suspended the rules and elected by acclamation. He disavowed any intention of disobeying the court. "In other words, you gave them a legal opinion that there would be no violation if they did not proceed in the manner stated in the complaint but under the old law?" Judge Lord asked. "Yes, sir," replied Mr. Howard "I made it plain to them that we wanted to do nothing that even seemed to be contrary to the order of this court." "Very, well, you have explained that to my satisfaction," said Judge Lord. The offices reelected by acclamation after a suspension of the rules were: William C. Hueston, grand secretary; Perry B. Jackson, Cleveland, grand treasurer; Hobson R. Reynolds, Philadelphia grand director of civil libenties; George W. Lee, Memphis, Tenn., grand commissioner of education. All of them, plus Charles P. McClane, Steelton. Pa., were named as defendants in the suit, and all of them, except Judge Jackson, who was ill, were in court and heard Judge Lord say it would be "unfortunate" if the grand lodge officers changed the benevolent purposes of the order or used the organization and its funds for their own personal use. When the court reconvened at 2 o'clock, after lunch there was a bench conference during which Judge Lord was overheard to ask If there was anything I nthe bylaws about officers perpetuating themselves in office and how long they can be elected and reelected. He was told that they may serve indefinitely. Walker was recalled to the witness chair by Mr. Alexander and testimony was developed that the grand temple, the women's auxiliary, would also be affected by a receivership, and that there were more "daughter Elks" than "brother Elks." The grand temple has over 62,000 members. Stating his reasons for granting the motion of the grand lodge to dismiss the suit, Judge Lord said that in studying the opinion of Judge Morris in the District case, he felt it was well reasoned and he should adopt it as one of his reasons for dismissing the case. His second reason was that he did not feel that the plantiffs adequately represented the class since it was a class action. WISHING WELL Registered U. S. Patent Office. H is a pleasant little game that will give you a message every day. It is a numerical puzzle designed to spell put your fortune. Count the letters in your first name. If the number of letters is 6 or more, subtract 4. If the number is less than 6, add 3. The result is your key number. Start at the upper left-hand corner of the rectangle and check every one of your key numbers, left to right. Then read the message the letters under the checked figures give you. Use It Or Lose It BY LOUISE LYNOM We have this as a sure and steadfast anchor of the soul, a hope that enters into the inner shrine behind the curtain, where Jesus has gone as a forerunner on our behalf — (Hebrews 6:19, 20. RSV.) Hope: One day TRAGEDY came into the experience of a godly family. The father went to a clinic for treatment. He died while there. His wife had rushed to his bedside, leaving her three young children at home. I made up my mind, as a christian, "she told us later," to be brave about it as I could when I faced my children. As I was saying goodnight to my 12-year-old son that first night, he said, 'mother, when we children heard that daddy had died, I just couldn't believe that a good God would let that happen to our family, so I said to myself I wouldn't believe in Him any more but when we met you at the door today and you were smiling at us, then I knew everything must be all right.''' Shining out of the faces of present-day disciples of Christ comes the christian hope. THERE ARE certain pictures a person never forgets. One such is Frederick Watts' "Hope," which hangs in the Tait Gallery in London. With intense interest one views the beautiful blindfolded figure seated upon a globe! In her hand she holds a harp. All the strings of the harp are broken — all except one. In the dark, gray sky there is just one star. With her hand the blindfolded girl is touching the one string, and her lovely head is bent toward it closest attention earnestly waiting to catch the note of that one vibrating wire. So Frederick Watts conceived of hope triumphant over the world of sin, sorrow, pain, and death. After seeing this famous painting, Harold Bigby wrote: Gruff old Thomas Carlyle said, man is based on hope. He has no other possession but hope. Surely today we need a great revival of hope. As Tennyson put it, the might hope that make us men." Just such a revival is for God's plan, but that revival must come from knowing God better, for every good and blessing that the world needs must come from Him. It may surprise some of us to know that God Himself has taken "Hope" as one of His names. In his majestice prayer the Prophet Jeremiah addresses God with these words "O the hope of Israel, the saviour thereof in time of trouble," Jeremiah 14:8. The Apostle Paul speaks of the Lord Jesus Christ, which is our hope." I Timothy 1:1. Since Christ Himself is our hope, every true hope will be connected with Him in the days just before He comes — the hope for a better world, the hope for world peace, the hope for universal help, the hope for life. "C" is one of the three "C" of history: creation, the cross, the coming. While no man knows the hour of Christ's return, "no, not the angels of heaven" (Matthews 24: 36), still the signs all foretell that His coming is nearing. Dostoevski was right when he said, "The secret of man's being is not only to live, but to have something to live for." By God's Grace, I will let the light of hope come through me to others today. Use our Hope and not Lose It. Are we hoping for a better world? BY LOUISE LYNOM We have this as a sure and steadfast anchor of the soul, a hope that enters into the inner shrine behind the curtain, where Jesus has gone as a forerunner on our behalf — (Hebrews 6:19, 20. RSV.) Hope: One day TRAGEDY came into the experience of a godly family. The father went to a clinic for treatment. He died while there. His wife had rushed to his bedside, leaving her three young children at home. I made up my mind, as a christian, "she told us later," to be brave about it as I could when I faced my children. As I was saying goodnight to my 12-year-old son that first night, he said, 'mother, when we children heard that daddy had died, I just couldn't believe that a good God would let that happen to our family, so I said to myself I wouldn't believe in Him any more but when we met you at the door today and you were smiling at us, then I knew everything must be all right.''' Shining out of the faces of present-day disciples of Christ comes the christian hope. THERE ARE certain pictures a person never forgets. One such is Frederick Watts' "Hope," which hangs in the Tait Gallery in London. With intense interest one views the beautiful blindfolded figure seated upon a globe! In her hand she holds a harp. All the strings of the harp are broken — all except one. In the dark, gray sky there is just one star. With her hand the blindfolded girl is touching the one string, and her lovely head is bent toward it closest attention earnestly waiting to catch the note of that one vibrating wire. So Frederick Watts conceived of hope triumphant over the world of sin, sorrow, pain, and death. After seeing this famous painting, Harold Bigby wrote: Gruff old Thomas Carlyle said, man is based on hope. He has no other possession but hope. Surely today we need a great revival of hope. As Tennyson put it, the might hope that make us men." Just such a revival is for God's plan, but that revival must come from knowing God better, for every good and blessing that the world needs must come from Him. It may surprise some of us to know that God Himself has taken "Hope" as one of His names. In his majestice prayer the Prophet Jeremiah addresses God with these words "O the hope of Israel, the saviour thereof in time of trouble," Jeremiah 14:8. The Apostle Paul speaks of the Lord Jesus Christ, which is our hope." I Timothy 1:1. Since Christ Himself is our hope, every true hope will be connected with Him in the days just before He comes — the hope for a better world, the hope for world peace, the hope for universal help, the hope for life. "C" is one of the three "C" of history: creation, the cross, the coming. While no man knows the hour of Christ's return, "no, not the angels of heaven" (Matthews 24: 36), still the signs all foretell that His coming is nearing. Dostoevski was right when he said, "The secret of man's being is not only to live, but to have something to live for." By God's Grace, I will let the light of hope come through me to others today. Use our Hope and not Lose It. 32 Students Earn Edward R. Grimes, Arlington, Tenn. The honor rolls, made up of regular students (undergraduate) carrying 12 quarter hours or more of work, included 204 students for the winter and 222 for the spring quarters. Dr. McKinney said. Others earning "A" averages were Augustus Bankhead, Nashville; William E. Gardner, Waverly; Susie M. Hamler, Marva A. Jenkins, Minerva Lawson, and Laura J. White of Chat tanooga; Matthew A. Kinnard, Chattanooga; Corine B. Lucas, Cleveland, Miss.; W. Sidney Mcclain, Dayton, Ohio; Barbara J. McGee, Detroit, Mich.; Cupid R. Poe, Sarasota, Fla.; Richard G. Sensabaugh, Kingsport, Tenn.; Gensie Sullivan, Memphis; all for the winter quarter. Spring quarter perfect scorers included; Mary L. Braden, Chapel Hill Tenn,; Yvonne Bryant, Ruby J. McNairy, Wilburn Morton, Jr., Madelyn O. Owens, and Carolyn W. Savage of Nashville; Paul V. Collins, Memphis; Pauline Frazier, Chattanooga; Ruth E. Harding, Henning; James L. Haynes, Millington; Johnnie F. Herron, New Brocton, Ala.; Alexander Moore, Jr., Pulaski, Tenn. Altamese B. Sumler, Ft. Pierce, Fla.; Harvie L. Watson, Franklin, Tenn.; Ralph Williams, Trenton. MEMPHIS WORLD Want Ad Information Call JA. 6-4030 FEMALE HELP WANTED MY WEEKLY SERMON By REV. BLAIR T.HUNT PASTOR MISSISSIPPI BLVD. CHRISTIAN CHURCH What a glorious thing, Jesus was a worker. He worked with his hands Thus Jesus, the Christ dignified manual labor as a vital part of God's program from mankind. Monday, our nation paid tribute to Labor. It was Labor Day. What a great contribution they have made to the economic life of the hornyhand sons of toil. God bless them. May they continue to be instruments in the hands of God . . . . Lifting the standards of all levels of society. May they and we be colaborers with God and with our fellow-man. Jesus would have us to co-labor with each other. Those who work and those who manage, those who grow and those who consume, those who govern and those who own must, recognize that the interest of one is the interest of all. We must recognize that capital and labor are so interwoven that the one cannot segregate itself from the other. The employer (Capital) must practice the golden rule; he must realize that under God he is the servant of every man employed by him . . That it is his privilege to make money through them and for them as well. The employee must realize and practice the golden rule. He must give an honest day's work for an honest day's pay. He must not kill the goose that lays the golden egg. There is a fable of a man 50 years of age; he lived with two wives. One wife was 60 years of age, the other wife was 20 years young. This 50 year old bigamist had a heavy suit of hair . . . . . He had begun to gray. The young wife did not like that, so while he slept, she pulled out his gray hairs. The older wife liked for him to appear older, nearer her age. So while he slept she pulled out the black hairs. Soon he was bald . . . . . . Minus all hair. Our economy will be bald if each one, labor and capital, takes out that which serves its own selfish interest and his alone. Let all men practice fair employment and fair employee labor policies, irrespective as to race, sex, creed or color. Else in the end men will be found to have destroyed their very souls. Let us be co-laborers with each other. It is divinely true that we are colaborers with God. God made the forests . . . for "only God can make a tree." But man must make the furniture and build the house; God made the herbs, but man must make the medicine for man's healing; God made the soil, the sun, the rain . . . . . but man must make the crops. Indeed, we are co-laborers with God. There is a great field calling for Laborers. It is God's vineyard. His "help wanted ad" is in the Bible "Go into the vineyard and work." Too, there is a great labor union. Jesus wants us to join that labor union. It is a union of believers that men call the church. It offers an open shop. It has no black-list. Whosoever is willing to work in God's vineyard may join. Let us all join the labor union of God the Father, God the Son and God the Holy Ghost. THE GOSPEL OF LABOR By REV. BLAIR T.HUNT PASTOR MISSISSIPPI BLVD. CHRISTIAN CHURCH What a glorious thing, Jesus was a worker. He worked with his hands Thus Jesus, the Christ dignified manual labor as a vital part of God's program from mankind. Monday, our nation paid tribute to Labor. It was Labor Day. What a great contribution they have made to the economic life of the hornyhand sons of toil. God bless them. May they continue to be instruments in the hands of God . . . . Lifting the standards of all levels of society. May they and we be colaborers with God and with our fellow-man. Jesus would have us to co-labor with each other. Those who work and those who manage, those who grow and those who consume, those who govern and those who own must, recognize that the interest of one is the interest of all. We must recognize that capital and labor are so interwoven that the one cannot segregate itself from the other. The employer (Capital) must practice the golden rule; he must realize that under God he is the servant of every man employed by him . . That it is his privilege to make money through them and for them as well. The employee must realize and practice the golden rule. He must give an honest day's work for an honest day's pay. He must not kill the goose that lays the golden egg. There is a fable of a man 50 years of age; he lived with two wives. One wife was 60 years of age, the other wife was 20 years young. This 50 year old bigamist had a heavy suit of hair . . . . . He had begun to gray. The young wife did not like that, so while he slept, she pulled out his gray hairs. The older wife liked for him to appear older, nearer her age. So while he slept she pulled out the black hairs. Soon he was bald . . . . . . Minus all hair. Our economy will be bald if each one, labor and capital, takes out that which serves its own selfish interest and his alone. Let all men practice fair employment and fair employee labor policies, irrespective as to race, sex, creed or color. Else in the end men will be found to have destroyed their very souls. Let us be co-laborers with each other. It is divinely true that we are colaborers with God. God made the forests . . . for "only God can make a tree." But man must make the furniture and build the house; God made the herbs, but man must make the medicine for man's healing; God made the soil, the sun, the rain . . . . . but man must make the crops. Indeed, we are co-laborers with God. There is a great field calling for Laborers. It is God's vineyard. His "help wanted ad" is in the Bible "Go into the vineyard and work." Too, there is a great labor union. Jesus wants us to join that labor union. It is a union of believers that men call the church. It offers an open shop. It has no black-list. Whosoever is willing to work in God's vineyard may join. Let us all join the labor union of God the Father, God the Son and God the Holy Ghost. YOU CAN DIE LAUGHING By A.A. FAIR (ERLE STANLEY GARDN The well-known Cool & Lam private investigating agency has a troublesome case involving a missing person. After letting drop an indication that his problem is a mineral rights deal. Texan Lawton Corning employs the agency to locate a Mrs. Drury Wells. Donald Lam and his partner. Bertha Cool, find there's much more to the case than Corning had confided to them. Upon driving to the home of Drury Wells in Southern California, Donald finds Wells to be both uncooperative and unconcerned about his wife. Wells' story is that she walked out on him three days earlier. A neighbor, Mrs. Prances Raleigh, tells Donald that she suspects Mrs. Wells was murdered by her husband. After reporting this to Corning, Lam notifies Frank Sellers, of police homicide, of the suspicions. Angered, Corning orders Lam to drop the case. Research in newspaper files by Bertha discloses that a short time previously, Mrs. Wells, the former Yvonne Clymer, inherited California property and $15,000 from an uncle in Texas, Aaron Bedford. The date on which Drury Wells rented his home was a few days after that. Bertha has a hunch there is oil on the inherited property, and tells Donald; "We'll, round up this babe and get her mineral rights for ourselves. Then Corning can deal with us. Donald's argument that this would be unethical is interrupted by arrival of Frank Sellers, who insists that Donald accompany him to the Wells place. They find it occupied by a stunning redhead in shorts who identifies herself as Mrs. Wells. Sellers had kept the house under police surveillance around the clock, and is angry now with Donald because of his "false alarm." But Donald is not satisfied. FRIDAY MORNING dawned with promise of a fine Southern California day—clear blue sky, warm sunlight, crystal-clear snow-capped mountains, and the smell of greenery in the air. I had breakfast at, my usual restaurant: soft-boiled eggs, dry toast, coffee, marmalade. I checked the vital statistics again. Drury Wells had married Estelle Ambler. There 'was no record of a divorce, Estelle Ambler had given her address as. Sacramento. I made a note of the address, got -a Sacramento telephone directory, and looked for the Amblers. There was a Mrs. Gordon Ambler and the address was the same as the one Estelle had given. I put through a station-to-station call at that address. "Estelle there?" I asked. She's out at the moment She'll be in, in about half an hour. Do you want to leave a message?" a woman's voice asked. No, I'll call her later," I said and hung up. I wrote down the amount of the telephone call and started a special leaf in my notebook entitled "Suspense Expenses." I telephoned the airlines. A nonstop Convair left for Sacramento in forty-seven minutes. I made a reservation, climbed in the agency heap, and made time to the airport. I hoped there would be time to telephone Bertha, but they were calling the plane by the time I had parked the car and picked up my ticket. I sprinted for the plane, and as I was fastening the seat belt speculated which would be worse for Bertha's blood pressure: to put in a day without knowing where I was, or to have me notify her by long distance from Sacramento. It was six of one and half a dozen of the other, so I settled back in the seat and tried to rest. Usually, the droning of the perfectly synchronized engines of an airliner relaxes me into almost instant sleep. This time I couldn't make it. I tilted my chair back, closed my eyes, and my mind simply started racing, so I propped the seat up straight and looked out the window. The winding path of the old Ridge Route stretched out below. Then we left Frazier Mountain and Sawmill Mountain on our left and glided out over the San Joaquin Valley. I could look far down below and see the tiny specks of automobiles inching their way along the threads of highway. Off to the right, the Sierra Nevadas were a solemn procession of snowcapped peaks against the blue of the sky. I sat there, my eyes glued to the window, my mind turning over as fast as the engines on the airplane. There had to be an answer to the thing somewhere. However, I had to confess that I was on a wild-goose chase, and to say that Bertha wouldn't approve of the expenditure of time and money, would be putting it very, very mildly. In fact, Bertha would have blown a gasket. Then the Stewardess served lunch and I relaxed. We came down in Sacramento. I went over to a drive-yourself agency, showed my credit card, and picked up a rented car. I drove out to the address of the Ambler home. It was a typical, old-time Sacramento house, reminiscent of a bygone day in California. It was a tall, two-storied affair with great high ceilings, long windows with wooden ventilator-shutters on the inside, and a mass of shade trees on the outside, trees that had been planted long be fore the automobile had been invented. I climbed wooden stairs, which had begun to disintegrate, to a shaded front porch and pressed the button of a doorbell. A grayhaired woman with bird-bright eyes appeared in the doorway. "Does Mrs. Drury Wells live here?" "Yes." "Are you Mrs. Ambler?" "Yes." I'd like to talk with Mrs. Wells for a while." "What about?" I gave her my best smile, and said, "It's personal. It has to do with her marriage, but I don't want to annoy her at all. I'd like to have you sit in on the conversation, if you would, Mrs. Ambler. Perhaps you could be of some help." "What's your name?" "Donald Lam." "By any chance, are you the man who telephoned long distance this morning and asked for Estelle?" "Yes." "Why did you do that?" "To see if she was home." "Why?" "I didn't want to waste a lot of airplane fare and a lot of time on a Wild-goose chase." "What's your business?" "I'm a detective—a private detective." "What are you after?" "I'm trying to find out what has happened to the second Mrs. Wells." "The Mrs. Wells!" "Yes." "There isn't any second Mrs. Wells." "I might have some information that you people would like to hear." "Come in," she said. I followed her through a small reception hall into a large, highceilinged living room with tall windows that looked but on the shaded yard, giving the room an appearance of restful coolness, although it was still too early for the hot weather to have set in. "Sit down," she said. "I'll get my daughter." She left the room and was back in a minute with a tired-eyed brunette who seemed to have thrown in the sponge as far as life was concerned. There was a dispirited sag to her shoulders and a droop to her mouth. She evidently hadn't turned on her personality for so long she had forgotten how. WHAT IS HAPPENING By A.A. FAIR (ERLE STANLEY GARDN The well-known Cool & Lam private investigating agency has a troublesome case involving a missing person. After letting drop an indication that his problem is a mineral rights deal. Texan Lawton Corning employs the agency to locate a Mrs. Drury Wells. Donald Lam and his partner. Bertha Cool, find there's much more to the case than Corning had confided to them. Upon driving to the home of Drury Wells in Southern California, Donald finds Wells to be both uncooperative and unconcerned about his wife. Wells' story is that she walked out on him three days earlier. A neighbor, Mrs. Prances Raleigh, tells Donald that she suspects Mrs. Wells was murdered by her husband. After reporting this to Corning, Lam notifies Frank Sellers, of police homicide, of the suspicions. Angered, Corning orders Lam to drop the case. Research in newspaper files by Bertha discloses that a short time previously, Mrs. Wells, the former Yvonne Clymer, inherited California property and $15,000 from an uncle in Texas, Aaron Bedford. The date on which Drury Wells rented his home was a few days after that. Bertha has a hunch there is oil on the inherited property, and tells Donald; "We'll, round up this babe and get her mineral rights for ourselves. Then Corning can deal with us. Donald's argument that this would be unethical is interrupted by arrival of Frank Sellers, who insists that Donald accompany him to the Wells place. They find it occupied by a stunning redhead in shorts who identifies herself as Mrs. Wells. Sellers had kept the house under police surveillance around the clock, and is angry now with Donald because of his "false alarm." But Donald is not satisfied. FRIDAY MORNING dawned with promise of a fine Southern California day—clear blue sky, warm sunlight, crystal-clear snow-capped mountains, and the smell of greenery in the air. I had breakfast at, my usual restaurant: soft-boiled eggs, dry toast, coffee, marmalade. I checked the vital statistics again. Drury Wells had married Estelle Ambler. There 'was no record of a divorce, Estelle Ambler had given her address as. Sacramento. I made a note of the address, got -a Sacramento telephone directory, and looked for the Amblers. There was a Mrs. Gordon Ambler and the address was the same as the one Estelle had given. I put through a station-to-station call at that address. "Estelle there?" I asked. She's out at the moment She'll be in, in about half an hour. Do you want to leave a message?" a woman's voice asked. No, I'll call her later," I said and hung up. I wrote down the amount of the telephone call and started a special leaf in my notebook entitled "Suspense Expenses." I telephoned the airlines. A nonstop Convair left for Sacramento in forty-seven minutes. I made a reservation, climbed in the agency heap, and made time to the airport. I hoped there would be time to telephone Bertha, but they were calling the plane by the time I had parked the car and picked up my ticket. I sprinted for the plane, and as I was fastening the seat belt speculated which would be worse for Bertha's blood pressure: to put in a day without knowing where I was, or to have me notify her by long distance from Sacramento. It was six of one and half a dozen of the other, so I settled back in the seat and tried to rest. Usually, the droning of the perfectly synchronized engines of an airliner relaxes me into almost instant sleep. This time I couldn't make it. I tilted my chair back, closed my eyes, and my mind simply started racing, so I propped the seat up straight and looked out the window. The winding path of the old Ridge Route stretched out below. Then we left Frazier Mountain and Sawmill Mountain on our left and glided out over the San Joaquin Valley. I could look far down below and see the tiny specks of automobiles inching their way along the threads of highway. Off to the right, the Sierra Nevadas were a solemn procession of snowcapped peaks against the blue of the sky. I sat there, my eyes glued to the window, my mind turning over as fast as the engines on the airplane. There had to be an answer to the thing somewhere. However, I had to confess that I was on a wild-goose chase, and to say that Bertha wouldn't approve of the expenditure of time and money, would be putting it very, very mildly. In fact, Bertha would have blown a gasket. Then the Stewardess served lunch and I relaxed. We came down in Sacramento. I went over to a drive-yourself agency, showed my credit card, and picked up a rented car. I drove out to the address of the Ambler home. It was a typical, old-time Sacramento house, reminiscent of a bygone day in California. It was a tall, two-storied affair with great high ceilings, long windows with wooden ventilator-shutters on the inside, and a mass of shade trees on the outside, trees that had been planted long be fore the automobile had been invented. I climbed wooden stairs, which had begun to disintegrate, to a shaded front porch and pressed the button of a doorbell. A grayhaired woman with bird-bright eyes appeared in the doorway. "Does Mrs. Drury Wells live here?" "Yes." "Are you Mrs. Ambler?" "Yes." I'd like to talk with Mrs. Wells for a while." "What about?" I gave her my best smile, and said, "It's personal. It has to do with her marriage, but I don't want to annoy her at all. I'd like to have you sit in on the conversation, if you would, Mrs. Ambler. Perhaps you could be of some help." "What's your name?" "Donald Lam." "By any chance, are you the man who telephoned long distance this morning and asked for Estelle?" "Yes." "Why did you do that?" "To see if she was home." "Why?" "I didn't want to waste a lot of airplane fare and a lot of time on a Wild-goose chase." "What's your business?" "I'm a detective—a private detective." "What are you after?" "I'm trying to find out what has happened to the second Mrs. Wells." "The Mrs. Wells!" "Yes." "There isn't any second Mrs. Wells." "I might have some information that you people would like to hear." "Come in," she said. I followed her through a small reception hall into a large, highceilinged living room with tall windows that looked but on the shaded yard, giving the room an appearance of restful coolness, although it was still too early for the hot weather to have set in. "Sit down," she said. "I'll get my daughter." She left the room and was back in a minute with a tired-eyed brunette who seemed to have thrown in the sponge as far as life was concerned. There was a dispirited sag to her shoulders and a droop to her mouth. She evidently hadn't turned on her personality for so long she had forgotten how. CHAPTER II By A.A. FAIR (ERLE STANLEY GARDN The well-known Cool & Lam private investigating agency has a troublesome case involving a missing person. After letting drop an indication that his problem is a mineral rights deal. Texan Lawton Corning employs the agency to locate a Mrs. Drury Wells. Donald Lam and his partner. Bertha Cool, find there's much more to the case than Corning had confided to them. Upon driving to the home of Drury Wells in Southern California, Donald finds Wells to be both uncooperative and unconcerned about his wife. Wells' story is that she walked out on him three days earlier. A neighbor, Mrs. Prances Raleigh, tells Donald that she suspects Mrs. Wells was murdered by her husband. After reporting this to Corning, Lam notifies Frank Sellers, of police homicide, of the suspicions. Angered, Corning orders Lam to drop the case. Research in newspaper files by Bertha discloses that a short time previously, Mrs. Wells, the former Yvonne Clymer, inherited California property and $15,000 from an uncle in Texas, Aaron Bedford. The date on which Drury Wells rented his home was a few days after that. Bertha has a hunch there is oil on the inherited property, and tells Donald; "We'll, round up this babe and get her mineral rights for ourselves. Then Corning can deal with us. Donald's argument that this would be unethical is interrupted by arrival of Frank Sellers, who insists that Donald accompany him to the Wells place. They find it occupied by a stunning redhead in shorts who identifies herself as Mrs. Wells. Sellers had kept the house under police surveillance around the clock, and is angry now with Donald because of his "false alarm." But Donald is not satisfied. FRIDAY MORNING dawned with promise of a fine Southern California day—clear blue sky, warm sunlight, crystal-clear snow-capped mountains, and the smell of greenery in the air. I had breakfast at, my usual restaurant: soft-boiled eggs, dry toast, coffee, marmalade. I checked the vital statistics again. Drury Wells had married Estelle Ambler. There 'was no record of a divorce, Estelle Ambler had given her address as. Sacramento. I made a note of the address, got -a Sacramento telephone directory, and looked for the Amblers. There was a Mrs. Gordon Ambler and the address was the same as the one Estelle had given. I put through a station-to-station call at that address. "Estelle there?" I asked. She's out at the moment She'll be in, in about half an hour. Do you want to leave a message?" a woman's voice asked. No, I'll call her later," I said and hung up. I wrote down the amount of the telephone call and started a special leaf in my notebook entitled "Suspense Expenses." I telephoned the airlines. A nonstop Convair left for Sacramento in forty-seven minutes. I made a reservation, climbed in the agency heap, and made time to the airport. I hoped there would be time to telephone Bertha, but they were calling the plane by the time I had parked the car and picked up my ticket. I sprinted for the plane, and as I was fastening the seat belt speculated which would be worse for Bertha's blood pressure: to put in a day without knowing where I was, or to have me notify her by long distance from Sacramento. It was six of one and half a dozen of the other, so I settled back in the seat and tried to rest. Usually, the droning of the perfectly synchronized engines of an airliner relaxes me into almost instant sleep. This time I couldn't make it. I tilted my chair back, closed my eyes, and my mind simply started racing, so I propped the seat up straight and looked out the window. The winding path of the old Ridge Route stretched out below. Then we left Frazier Mountain and Sawmill Mountain on our left and glided out over the San Joaquin Valley. I could look far down below and see the tiny specks of automobiles inching their way along the threads of highway. Off to the right, the Sierra Nevadas were a solemn procession of snowcapped peaks against the blue of the sky. I sat there, my eyes glued to the window, my mind turning over as fast as the engines on the airplane. There had to be an answer to the thing somewhere. However, I had to confess that I was on a wild-goose chase, and to say that Bertha wouldn't approve of the expenditure of time and money, would be putting it very, very mildly. In fact, Bertha would have blown a gasket. Then the Stewardess served lunch and I relaxed. We came down in Sacramento. I went over to a drive-yourself agency, showed my credit card, and picked up a rented car. I drove out to the address of the Ambler home. It was a typical, old-time Sacramento house, reminiscent of a bygone day in California. It was a tall, two-storied affair with great high ceilings, long windows with wooden ventilator-shutters on the inside, and a mass of shade trees on the outside, trees that had been planted long be fore the automobile had been invented. I climbed wooden stairs, which had begun to disintegrate, to a shaded front porch and pressed the button of a doorbell. A grayhaired woman with bird-bright eyes appeared in the doorway. "Does Mrs. Drury Wells live here?" "Yes." "Are you Mrs. Ambler?" "Yes." I'd like to talk with Mrs. Wells for a while." "What about?" I gave her my best smile, and said, "It's personal. It has to do with her marriage, but I don't want to annoy her at all. I'd like to have you sit in on the conversation, if you would, Mrs. Ambler. Perhaps you could be of some help." "What's your name?" "Donald Lam." "By any chance, are you the man who telephoned long distance this morning and asked for Estelle?" "Yes." "Why did you do that?" "To see if she was home." "Why?" "I didn't want to waste a lot of airplane fare and a lot of time on a Wild-goose chase." "What's your business?" "I'm a detective—a private detective." "What are you after?" "I'm trying to find out what has happened to the second Mrs. Wells." "The Mrs. Wells!" "Yes." "There isn't any second Mrs. Wells." "I might have some information that you people would like to hear." "Come in," she said. I followed her through a small reception hall into a large, highceilinged living room with tall windows that looked but on the shaded yard, giving the room an appearance of restful coolness, although it was still too early for the hot weather to have set in. "Sit down," she said. "I'll get my daughter." She left the room and was back in a minute with a tired-eyed brunette who seemed to have thrown in the sponge as far as life was concerned. There was a dispirited sag to her shoulders and a droop to her mouth. She evidently hadn't turned on her personality for so long she had forgotten how. Baptist Leaders tution against Dr. Jackson It was put in the Constitution before Dr. Jackson was elected. Why is it so good for one man to remain in, and so evil for another man to be ambitious? The present constitution aims at Christian Democracy. Tenure makes possible without dickering, a marching in, and out, of qualified men." Rev. Marshall A. Shepard, minister Mt Olive Tabernacle Baptist church Philadelphia, and Councilman-at-Large in that city: "The first task facing our convention is to protect our Constitution which President J. H. Jackson ruled officially adopted in 1952 at Chicago We must maintain its integrity against those selfish few who would destroy it in order to perpetuate one man in high office." Rev Gardner Taylor, minister Concord Baptist Church of Christ, Brooklyn New York: "As the largest organization of Negroes in our land, the National Baptist Convention must relate itself on a continuing, day-to-day basis to our Civil Rights struggle, both in fulfillment of our Christian witness and for the sake of our country and our community. The Convention must move forward toward a cooridenated, cooperative program of all its axilliaries and beards so that our total strength is registered in everything we do." Rev. S. A. Owens, pastor Metropolitan Baptist Church, Memphis, Tenn., and vice-president-at large, National Baptist Convention, Inc.; "Perhaps the most vital issue that will face us in Louisville session of the Convention will be that of the validity, of the Constitution-especially as it relates to the matter of tenure. If tenure is affirmed, there will be a determined effort to change the present executive. The constitutions of the Convention are woefully dividedperhaps as never before in the history of the Convention." Dr. Sandy F. Ray, minister Cornerstone Baptist Church, Brooklyn New York: "We have a large number of very able men in our Convention. My opinion is that no one can predict, with and degree of accuracy, the outcome of the conflicts which we shall face in Louisville." Rev. E. C. Smith, pastor Metropolitan Baptist Church, Washington, D C: "I am not a candidate for the presidency of the Convention. My interest in the whole matter has been to see to it that the rules and regulations governing Bap tist assemblies be observed. The National Baptist Convention voted in its 1952 annual session that a president would be ineligible for re-election after four successive elections." Rev. U. J. Robinson, President, Alabama Baptist State Convention: "Should I be the choice of the Convention, I would think the following important issues should have consideration. That a full time Executive Secretary (Financial) be elected and general headquarters set up for the Convention, whose business would be to plan and execute the financial program of the Convention in connection with the Board of Directors of the Convention... That the Constitution of the National Baptist Convention, Inc, be respected and carried out to the letter. 100,000 New gistration law, Atty Estes scored it as being "most inadequate," adding, that he hoped the day is not too far distant when vote registration becomes a 12 month proposition. Addition program features were provided by the well known Spirits of Cooperation singing group. New Philadelphia Baptist, and a local scout unit. Mrs. Rosie Fields headed the program committee. Word of God "Keep not thy silence, O. God: hold not thy peace, and be not still, o god." —Psalms 83:1.