Memphis World Memphis World Publishing Co. 1957-12-18 Thaddeus T. Stokes MEMPHIS WORLD AMERICA'S STANDARD RACE JOURNAL The South's Oldest and Leading Colored Semi-Weekly Newspaper Published by MEMPHIS WORLD PUBLISHING CO. Every WEDNESDAY aha 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 mail under the Act of Congress, March 1, 1878 THADDEUS T. STOKES Managing Editor MRS. ROSA BROWN BRACY Public Relations and Advertising SUBSCRIPTION RATES: Year $5.00 — 6 Months $3.00 — 3 Months $1.50 (In Advance) The 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. Dr. Irvine Anthony Derbigny Education and Alabama have lost a useful and dedicated scholar, civic toiler, and builder of thought in the untimely passing of Dr. Irving Anthony Derbigny, vice-president of Tuskegee Institute. He was a scholar in the full sense; formal training; addition to knowledge, and in teaming up to work with ideas. He held earned degrees from four different outstanding institutions, ranging from the bachelor to the doctorate. He had been called upon to initiate programs based upon his research. His ideas about student work programs stirred thinking. He broke with the traditional concept and in so doing had to battle the old order of things. Dr. Derbigney worked his way up through the ranks, serving as instructor, professor, dean, and as vice-president. It was as vice-president that he played a valuable role, and gave to the position an importance far beyond calculation. Only fifty-eight years old at the time of his death, and a trained chemist, he died at a time when the blow is doubled, not because he was active in the field. But because the future emphasis will continue in the field of his study. He was born in New Orleans, La. and did most of his teaching and leading in the South that needed him. The day before his death, Dr. Derbigny had addressed the Conference on Engineering and Technology which was held at Tuskegee Institute. He observed: "The basic principles upon which the past was founded will still be the tests for any future developments." Perhaps his last speech was in the field he loved and to young minds and hearts for which he gave his chief concern. Those "tests for any future" which he enunciated are fitting farewell words of the scientist in the vice-president's chair. His death is not easy to be absorbed. It came as a shock to us. It leaves a void too deep to discuss. He had the opportunity to serve more than one administration as vice-president. That ought to reveal something of the man. He made a success of serving and helping others who had the good fortune to move to the top. Not too many of us are found with such admirable qualities. Ike, A Good Soldier Answers His Country's Summon It was the poet Alfred Tennyson who sang in his ballad of the "Six Hundred"—that "it is not theirs to ask the reason why,— theirs only to do or die—and on into the valley of death, rode the six hundred." So it occurred to Franklin Roosevelt when it was decided that the impairment of his health would not permit his making his final race to dare the storm and rain in the cause he felt that it was his to espouse. On another occasion when much was said about the impairment of the health of the late Woodrow Wilson, when he dared at any peril the stand to tough it out for his League of Nations. History has a powerful character in the person of Dwight David Eisenhower, who today is being his own judge as to whether he should take the supreme gamble for his country. Only a few months ago he suffered a heart attack, a few weeks ago, a light stroke; he stands tall above his imfirmities and rises to the level of a great soldier. He feels now more than ever the call of his country and he answered that summons when he took off on Friday for the NATO. The President is following a great precedent; he is a brave soldier and his country will loudly shout his acclaim for generations as he takes up possibly the supreme task of his whole career. God bless him and keep him. Elk Leaders Most In Kingston, Jamaica Four officers of the Grand Temple of Elks were in the island last week leading discussions on educational and social welfare programmes to be sponsored by local members of the Order. They were Mrs. Nettie Carter Jackson, grand daughter ruler; Mrs. Buena V. Kelly Berry, grand daughter secretary; Mrs. Bessie I. Smith grand travelling deputy for the West Indies; Mrs. Hattie I. James executive of the grand temple. Last week the Grand Daughters planted a temple at Falmouth. They made calls on His Worship the Mayor, Balfour Barnwell, the United States Consul and the Minister of Home Affairs. The Minister Hon. Ivan Lloyd, who is also a member of the Order had informa tive talks with the visitors and a croup representating local lodges. They dealt with methods of tackling juvenile delinquency and the provision of educational facilities for children of primary school age. A programme to provide material assistance to needy, children in Jamaica has been worked out by the Grand Daughters and one of the local units. This plan is to be put into action between the end of this year and early 1958. On Saturday night local Elks feated the grand daughters at a dinner held at the Flamingo Hotel. Among those who attended were His Worship the Mayor. Councillor Balfour Barnwell; Mr. and Mrs. Tom Noonan of the U. S. Consulate: Dr. Amos Foster, Dr. S. E. Fisher, district deputy for Jamaican Temples: D. A. Cooper, exalted ruler. Pearl of the Antilles lodge; Ken Jones, exalted ruler. JAG Smith lodge; D., Thompson, exalted ruler, Wm. Burchell Knibb Lodge; Dt. O. Forrest, daughter ruler, Rose of the Antilles Temple; and C. H. Slack P. E. R. Dr. A. A. Phillips was the Toastmaster. WISHING WELL Registered U. S. Patent Office. HERE is a pleasant little game that will give you a message every day. It is a numerical puzzle designed to spell out 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 letter under the checked figure give you. The Lonely Man By JAMES RONALD © 1957 by James Ronald Distributed by King Features Syndicate. Deborah Vail, an actress unengaged at the moment, is driving from London to Garnock. Scotland, to visit a married cousin. Near Garnock during a stormy evening, she is stopped on a lonely stretch of road by a flat tire. Lacking tools with which to change the tire she sellout afoot to locate a telephone. After "knocking repeatedly at the only house she sees, she is confronted by a man who greets her angrily: "Can't you go away and leave me in peace? What do you think I am—a peep show? I ought to welcome you with a gun!" Deborah is so overwrought she taints When she regains consciousness she is lying inside the house, being tended by the stranger. It is evident they are alone. He denies having a telephone. This soon proves to be a lie for when the stranger goes out to repair her tire, she hears a telephone ring. Locating it, Deborah picks up the receiver. A shocking voice demands: "Get out and stay out! You're not wanted here! Impelled, to look around in the house, Deborah finds evidence that the stranger is an artist at work on a painting of a beautiful woman. During her prying inspection of his quarters, her attention is arrested by a brutish face staring at her through a window. DEBORAH'S involuntary host returned and found her shaking with fright. "A face at the window," she stammered. "That's nothing new," he said Bitterly. "Didn't I tell you? I'm a regular peep show." And then his expression changed. The bitterness faded out of his eyes and he Became simply a human being honestly concerned over another human being. "You've really had a shock," he said, putting a hand gently on her shoulder. "I shouldn't have left you alone. Come to the fire and I'll get you another drop of brandy." "No—I'll be all right I—I only "You only want to get away," he said, with a wry smile that brought back all the bitterness to his gaunt face. "You sense that there's something terribly wrong with this house—and with me. Well, I can't blame you. Fortunately, your car's ready. It's at the door." "I don't know how to thank you." "I couldn't very well do less than I did. Keep on this road for a mile or so and you'll come to a crossroads. Bear to the left and Garnock la about three miles farther on." She went into the living room to find her overcoat. It was too sodden to wear, so she slung it over her arm. You're forgetting your hat," he said. "Throw it out," she replied with a wan smile. It pleased her to see the answering smile that fleetingly lit up his features. She was trying to and words to express what she wanted to say She could not say good-by. She was quite certain in her mind that they would meet again. You couldn't feel so deeply affected by a man unless he was to mean something in your life. "My name is Deborah Vail," she said. "May I ask yours? My cousin will want to thank you." "Will she?" He shook his head. "No, I really don't think she wily." "I don't know what you mean." "My name is Andrew Garvin." Obviously He expected the name to mean something to her but it did not. He was watching her face. "It doesn't register?" "No, it doesn't Ought it to?" "It will," he said flatly. As she walked down the garden path he left the door open to light her way but when she neared the car he shut it firmly. Near the statue of Robert Burns that stands in a square of sandstone buildings in Garnock, a policeman in a glistening oilskin cape told Deborah how to find her cousin's house. Although he gave the directions painstakingly, her first thought on reaching the house was that he had made a mistake. She expected a modest bungalow such as a schoolmaster might afford, not an imposing residence set in a large garden. However, the moment she stopped the ear, the door of the house was thrown open, spilling light into the darkness, and the small roly-poly figure of Joyce Monteith came running through the rain, followed by the storklike form of her husband, carrying an umbrella, and the stridently barking hairy bundle on legs that was Paddy, their Sealyham terrier. "Well, here you are at last I'd begun to think—" Joyce burst out. "It you knew what I've been through with Joyce! For hours her imagination has been working overtime . . . every dire fate—" her husband interjected. "I wanted to phone the police—"Joyce cut in. the fire department and the hospital and the lifeboat staion—" her husband added. "On a night like this," said Deborah, "it was certainly an idea to call the lifeboats." "Ewan almost sat on my head to keep me from, the telephone. He said if anything was wrong we'd hear. Let me look at you. Oh, you poor drowned kitten. Whatever happened to you?" "Everything went wrong that could go wrong," said Deborah, hugging her cousin, "but here I am at last, so it's all right." Ewan thrust the umbrella into his wife's hand, telling her to get Deborah out of the wet and not to bother about the luggage, he would fetch it. She made no move until he gave her a gentle push that started her toward the house, arm-in-arm with Deborah. Lugging in three suitcases several minutes later, Ewan found his wife and Deborah still in the. hall. "I was sure this was the wrong house. Why, Joyce, it's a mansion!" "Darling, we couldn't possibly afford it, only no one else would have it as a gift." "Even so," said Ewan, "we've had to let out the top floor to help pay the rent." "We spend our lives mending, painting and patching," said Joyce, "but we love it." "I can't wait to see the baby," said Deborah, "if he's like his pictures, he must be a darling." "He's a fat little dumpling like bis mother." said Ewan, setting the suitcases at the foot of the stairs. "Now, will someone please make a move to go in by the fire?" "He made a pot or coffee all by himself," said Joyce, "and he can't wait to hear us exclaiming over it Oh . . . but I am awful, keeping you standing here. Come to the fire at once, you're soaked." "An hour ago I felt like giving up," said Deborah, following her cousin into a living room that was the very picture of comfort. "I was lost on the moors and a tire blew out I was being blown away by the wind and washed away by the rain. Heaven knows what would have become of me if I hadn't found a house and a man—" "A man," repeated Joyce, giving Deborah a penetrating glance. "A strange man," said Deborah, thoughtfully. "I don't think I've ever known anyone who seemed quite so unhappy." "A farmer, no doubt;" said Ewan, pouring steaming coffee into huge cups. "Brooding over the state of the crops." "No, not a farmer—an artist He said his name is Andrew Garvin." There was a silence so acme that it could almost be felt Deborah stared in bewilderment at the startled faces of Joyce Monteitn and her husband. "What is it? What's wrong?" "Andrew Garvin," repeated Ewan. "I didn't know he was back." "How dare he show his face!" said Joyce. "I don't understand. What has he done?" Joyce drew a deep breath. Her normally cheerful face was set and severe. "He murdered his wife," she said. SYNOPSIS By JAMES RONALD © 1957 by James Ronald Distributed by King Features Syndicate. Deborah Vail, an actress unengaged at the moment, is driving from London to Garnock. Scotland, to visit a married cousin. Near Garnock during a stormy evening, she is stopped on a lonely stretch of road by a flat tire. Lacking tools with which to change the tire she sellout afoot to locate a telephone. After "knocking repeatedly at the only house she sees, she is confronted by a man who greets her angrily: "Can't you go away and leave me in peace? What do you think I am—a peep show? I ought to welcome you with a gun!" Deborah is so overwrought she taints When she regains consciousness she is lying inside the house, being tended by the stranger. It is evident they are alone. He denies having a telephone. This soon proves to be a lie for when the stranger goes out to repair her tire, she hears a telephone ring. Locating it, Deborah picks up the receiver. A shocking voice demands: "Get out and stay out! You're not wanted here! Impelled, to look around in the house, Deborah finds evidence that the stranger is an artist at work on a painting of a beautiful woman. During her prying inspection of his quarters, her attention is arrested by a brutish face staring at her through a window. DEBORAH'S involuntary host returned and found her shaking with fright. "A face at the window," she stammered. "That's nothing new," he said Bitterly. "Didn't I tell you? I'm a regular peep show." And then his expression changed. The bitterness faded out of his eyes and he Became simply a human being honestly concerned over another human being. "You've really had a shock," he said, putting a hand gently on her shoulder. "I shouldn't have left you alone. Come to the fire and I'll get you another drop of brandy." "No—I'll be all right I—I only "You only want to get away," he said, with a wry smile that brought back all the bitterness to his gaunt face. "You sense that there's something terribly wrong with this house—and with me. Well, I can't blame you. Fortunately, your car's ready. It's at the door." "I don't know how to thank you." "I couldn't very well do less than I did. Keep on this road for a mile or so and you'll come to a crossroads. Bear to the left and Garnock la about three miles farther on." She went into the living room to find her overcoat. It was too sodden to wear, so she slung it over her arm. You're forgetting your hat," he said. "Throw it out," she replied with a wan smile. It pleased her to see the answering smile that fleetingly lit up his features. She was trying to and words to express what she wanted to say She could not say good-by. She was quite certain in her mind that they would meet again. You couldn't feel so deeply affected by a man unless he was to mean something in your life. "My name is Deborah Vail," she said. "May I ask yours? My cousin will want to thank you." "Will she?" He shook his head. "No, I really don't think she wily." "I don't know what you mean." "My name is Andrew Garvin." Obviously He expected the name to mean something to her but it did not. He was watching her face. "It doesn't register?" "No, it doesn't Ought it to?" "It will," he said flatly. As she walked down the garden path he left the door open to light her way but when she neared the car he shut it firmly. Near the statue of Robert Burns that stands in a square of sandstone buildings in Garnock, a policeman in a glistening oilskin cape told Deborah how to find her cousin's house. Although he gave the directions painstakingly, her first thought on reaching the house was that he had made a mistake. She expected a modest bungalow such as a schoolmaster might afford, not an imposing residence set in a large garden. However, the moment she stopped the ear, the door of the house was thrown open, spilling light into the darkness, and the small roly-poly figure of Joyce Monteith came running through the rain, followed by the storklike form of her husband, carrying an umbrella, and the stridently barking hairy bundle on legs that was Paddy, their Sealyham terrier. "Well, here you are at last I'd begun to think—" Joyce burst out. "It you knew what I've been through with Joyce! For hours her imagination has been working overtime . . . every dire fate—" her husband interjected. "I wanted to phone the police—"Joyce cut in. the fire department and the hospital and the lifeboat staion—" her husband added. "On a night like this," said Deborah, "it was certainly an idea to call the lifeboats." "Ewan almost sat on my head to keep me from, the telephone. He said if anything was wrong we'd hear. Let me look at you. Oh, you poor drowned kitten. Whatever happened to you?" "Everything went wrong that could go wrong," said Deborah, hugging her cousin, "but here I am at last, so it's all right." Ewan thrust the umbrella into his wife's hand, telling her to get Deborah out of the wet and not to bother about the luggage, he would fetch it. She made no move until he gave her a gentle push that started her toward the house, arm-in-arm with Deborah. Lugging in three suitcases several minutes later, Ewan found his wife and Deborah still in the. hall. "I was sure this was the wrong house. Why, Joyce, it's a mansion!" "Darling, we couldn't possibly afford it, only no one else would have it as a gift." "Even so," said Ewan, "we've had to let out the top floor to help pay the rent." "We spend our lives mending, painting and patching," said Joyce, "but we love it." "I can't wait to see the baby," said Deborah, "if he's like his pictures, he must be a darling." "He's a fat little dumpling like bis mother." said Ewan, setting the suitcases at the foot of the stairs. "Now, will someone please make a move to go in by the fire?" "He made a pot or coffee all by himself," said Joyce, "and he can't wait to hear us exclaiming over it Oh . . . but I am awful, keeping you standing here. Come to the fire at once, you're soaked." "An hour ago I felt like giving up," said Deborah, following her cousin into a living room that was the very picture of comfort. "I was lost on the moors and a tire blew out I was being blown away by the wind and washed away by the rain. Heaven knows what would have become of me if I hadn't found a house and a man—" "A man," repeated Joyce, giving Deborah a penetrating glance. "A strange man," said Deborah, thoughtfully. "I don't think I've ever known anyone who seemed quite so unhappy." "A farmer, no doubt;" said Ewan, pouring steaming coffee into huge cups. "Brooding over the state of the crops." "No, not a farmer—an artist He said his name is Andrew Garvin." There was a silence so acme that it could almost be felt Deborah stared in bewilderment at the startled faces of Joyce Monteitn and her husband. "What is it? What's wrong?" "Andrew Garvin," repeated Ewan. "I didn't know he was back." "How dare he show his face!" said Joyce. "I don't understand. What has he done?" Joyce drew a deep breath. Her normally cheerful face was set and severe. "He murdered his wife," she said. CHAPTRR 4 By JAMES RONALD © 1957 by James Ronald Distributed by King Features Syndicate. Deborah Vail, an actress unengaged at the moment, is driving from London to Garnock. Scotland, to visit a married cousin. Near Garnock during a stormy evening, she is stopped on a lonely stretch of road by a flat tire. Lacking tools with which to change the tire she sellout afoot to locate a telephone. After "knocking repeatedly at the only house she sees, she is confronted by a man who greets her angrily: "Can't you go away and leave me in peace? What do you think I am—a peep show? I ought to welcome you with a gun!" Deborah is so overwrought she taints When she regains consciousness she is lying inside the house, being tended by the stranger. It is evident they are alone. He denies having a telephone. This soon proves to be a lie for when the stranger goes out to repair her tire, she hears a telephone ring. Locating it, Deborah picks up the receiver. A shocking voice demands: "Get out and stay out! You're not wanted here! Impelled, to look around in the house, Deborah finds evidence that the stranger is an artist at work on a painting of a beautiful woman. During her prying inspection of his quarters, her attention is arrested by a brutish face staring at her through a window. DEBORAH'S involuntary host returned and found her shaking with fright. "A face at the window," she stammered. "That's nothing new," he said Bitterly. "Didn't I tell you? I'm a regular peep show." And then his expression changed. The bitterness faded out of his eyes and he Became simply a human being honestly concerned over another human being. "You've really had a shock," he said, putting a hand gently on her shoulder. "I shouldn't have left you alone. Come to the fire and I'll get you another drop of brandy." "No—I'll be all right I—I only "You only want to get away," he said, with a wry smile that brought back all the bitterness to his gaunt face. "You sense that there's something terribly wrong with this house—and with me. Well, I can't blame you. Fortunately, your car's ready. It's at the door." "I don't know how to thank you." "I couldn't very well do less than I did. Keep on this road for a mile or so and you'll come to a crossroads. Bear to the left and Garnock la about three miles farther on." She went into the living room to find her overcoat. It was too sodden to wear, so she slung it over her arm. You're forgetting your hat," he said. "Throw it out," she replied with a wan smile. It pleased her to see the answering smile that fleetingly lit up his features. She was trying to and words to express what she wanted to say She could not say good-by. She was quite certain in her mind that they would meet again. You couldn't feel so deeply affected by a man unless he was to mean something in your life. "My name is Deborah Vail," she said. "May I ask yours? My cousin will want to thank you." "Will she?" He shook his head. "No, I really don't think she wily." "I don't know what you mean." "My name is Andrew Garvin." Obviously He expected the name to mean something to her but it did not. He was watching her face. "It doesn't register?" "No, it doesn't Ought it to?" "It will," he said flatly. As she walked down the garden path he left the door open to light her way but when she neared the car he shut it firmly. Near the statue of Robert Burns that stands in a square of sandstone buildings in Garnock, a policeman in a glistening oilskin cape told Deborah how to find her cousin's house. Although he gave the directions painstakingly, her first thought on reaching the house was that he had made a mistake. She expected a modest bungalow such as a schoolmaster might afford, not an imposing residence set in a large garden. However, the moment she stopped the ear, the door of the house was thrown open, spilling light into the darkness, and the small roly-poly figure of Joyce Monteith came running through the rain, followed by the storklike form of her husband, carrying an umbrella, and the stridently barking hairy bundle on legs that was Paddy, their Sealyham terrier. "Well, here you are at last I'd begun to think—" Joyce burst out. "It you knew what I've been through with Joyce! For hours her imagination has been working overtime . . . every dire fate—" her husband interjected. "I wanted to phone the police—"Joyce cut in. the fire department and the hospital and the lifeboat staion—" her husband added. "On a night like this," said Deborah, "it was certainly an idea to call the lifeboats." "Ewan almost sat on my head to keep me from, the telephone. He said if anything was wrong we'd hear. Let me look at you. Oh, you poor drowned kitten. Whatever happened to you?" "Everything went wrong that could go wrong," said Deborah, hugging her cousin, "but here I am at last, so it's all right." Ewan thrust the umbrella into his wife's hand, telling her to get Deborah out of the wet and not to bother about the luggage, he would fetch it. She made no move until he gave her a gentle push that started her toward the house, arm-in-arm with Deborah. Lugging in three suitcases several minutes later, Ewan found his wife and Deborah still in the. hall. "I was sure this was the wrong house. Why, Joyce, it's a mansion!" "Darling, we couldn't possibly afford it, only no one else would have it as a gift." "Even so," said Ewan, "we've had to let out the top floor to help pay the rent." "We spend our lives mending, painting and patching," said Joyce, "but we love it." "I can't wait to see the baby," said Deborah, "if he's like his pictures, he must be a darling." "He's a fat little dumpling like bis mother." said Ewan, setting the suitcases at the foot of the stairs. "Now, will someone please make a move to go in by the fire?" "He made a pot or coffee all by himself," said Joyce, "and he can't wait to hear us exclaiming over it Oh . . . but I am awful, keeping you standing here. Come to the fire at once, you're soaked." "An hour ago I felt like giving up," said Deborah, following her cousin into a living room that was the very picture of comfort. "I was lost on the moors and a tire blew out I was being blown away by the wind and washed away by the rain. Heaven knows what would have become of me if I hadn't found a house and a man—" "A man," repeated Joyce, giving Deborah a penetrating glance. "A strange man," said Deborah, thoughtfully. "I don't think I've ever known anyone who seemed quite so unhappy." "A farmer, no doubt;" said Ewan, pouring steaming coffee into huge cups. "Brooding over the state of the crops." "No, not a farmer—an artist He said his name is Andrew Garvin." There was a silence so acme that it could almost be felt Deborah stared in bewilderment at the startled faces of Joyce Monteitn and her husband. "What is it? What's wrong?" "Andrew Garvin," repeated Ewan. "I didn't know he was back." "How dare he show his face!" said Joyce. "I don't understand. What has he done?" Joyce drew a deep breath. Her normally cheerful face was set and severe. "He murdered his wife," she said. SEEING and SAYING BY WILLIAM A. FOWLKES Managing Editor - Atlanta Daily World THERE IS MUCH to back up sociologist Dr. George E. Simpson's views that the process of public school desegregation will riot be stopped. The Oberlin "egghead" sees no reversal despite legislation, litigation and intimidation. flew to Europe he carried the entirely burdensome responsibility of his American government into the forum of nations we depend on to counter the threatening Russian bear. Some of these nations cast a suspicious eye towards the U. S. for its failure to solve the color question. Even so, more area legislators are planning phony bills, clearly designed to cripple or circumvent the Negro's aspirations to be a first-class citizen. They know that these "last ditch", moves will be outlawed as unconstitutional and unworkable. Yet they persist because they do not want equality of opportunity to come with their time. They apparently do not care what sort of world their children shall live in, save one of confusion and discord. Despite it all, the desegregation process moves forward, if slowly! They Make It Hard For Ike. . . BY WILLIAM A. FOWLKES Managing Editor - Atlanta Daily World THERE IS MUCH to back up sociologist Dr. George E. Simpson's views that the process of public school desegregation will riot be stopped. The Oberlin "egghead" sees no reversal despite legislation, litigation and intimidation. flew to Europe he carried the entirely burdensome responsibility of his American government into the forum of nations we depend on to counter the threatening Russian bear. Some of these nations cast a suspicious eye towards the U. S. for its failure to solve the color question. Even so, more area legislators are planning phony bills, clearly designed to cripple or circumvent the Negro's aspirations to be a first-class citizen. They know that these "last ditch", moves will be outlawed as unconstitutional and unworkable. Yet they persist because they do not want equality of opportunity to come with their time. They apparently do not care what sort of world their children shall live in, save one of confusion and discord. Despite it all, the desegregation process moves forward, if slowly! Baptist College In the needs of the children. Rev. Guy said the school will supply some of the needs up to $5,000. Rev. C. Thomas Page is president of the college. The college is privately owned and supported by the Mississippi State Baptist Convention and friends. The Southern Baptist Convention gives limited aid. Levels are elementary through two years of college. The school is about, 71 years old. It became a junior college about two years ago. Guy said they want to increase the enrollment of the institution. In the past some students who wanted to attend have stayed away because of limited means. Rev. Guy further explained that attempts are being made to supplement some of the means of (upto) 5,000 students. Carolina Lawyer Americans "Were shocked" by the use of federal troops at Little Rock, but he added that "too few were disturbed by the breakdown of law enforcement" which prompted the President to send the troops to toe city. Pledge United in the challenge we now face. We shall meet it effectively. We shall meet it in unity." The NTAO Alliance, the President said, "forever seeks the security of each of its nations and of all the free world. Above all, it seeks peace with justice and with honor. "We all know that fear alone has neither the power nor the nobility to fulfill the ultimate destiny of the Atlantic community, "therefore,, we shall be striving not only to strengthen the NATO shield but we shall also address ourselves to other aspects of our alliance." Looking into the TV cameras, the President saluted the people of France as "trusted and true friends who have been my comrades in war and in peace." 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Tuskegee Registration day; and issued on an average of 1.26 certificates of rigistration for each day it worked!" the report observed, "only 55.44 Negroes would be registered per year or it would require 234 years to register the approximately, 13,000 eligible unregistered Negroes in Macon County. This would take until 2191 A.D.", the report calculated. The Political Action committee headed by Frank J. Toland, recognized racially oriented legislation that was considered by the 1957 Regular Session of the Alabama Legislature. This report noted that the Alabama Legislature considered 25 or more racially oriented bills ranging from an effort to "reinstate the cumulative poll tax," to one "providing that no male bus or railroad passenger could sit by a female unless he received her permission." It noted that "Senator Sam Englehardt introduced a bill (Bill No. 291) to gerrymander the City of Tuskegee so as to place about 410 of the approximately 420 Negro voters outside the City Limits and thereby deprive them of their vote in City elections. . ." The Political Action Committee report noted also that "Senator Englehardt introduced a bill to abolish Macon County by dividing it among the adjacent counties." Mrs. Delia D. Sullins Chairman of the Membership Committee reported that the TCA had. 1,367 members on roll during 1957, and set a goal of 3,000 members for 1958. POLITICAL ACTION COMMITTEE REPORTS Registration day; and issued on an average of 1.26 certificates of rigistration for each day it worked!" the report observed, "only 55.44 Negroes would be registered per year or it would require 234 years to register the approximately, 13,000 eligible unregistered Negroes in Macon County. This would take until 2191 A.D.", the report calculated. The Political Action committee headed by Frank J. Toland, recognized racially oriented legislation that was considered by the 1957 Regular Session of the Alabama Legislature. This report noted that the Alabama Legislature considered 25 or more racially oriented bills ranging from an effort to "reinstate the cumulative poll tax," to one "providing that no male bus or railroad passenger could sit by a female unless he received her permission." It noted that "Senator Sam Englehardt introduced a bill (Bill No. 291) to gerrymander the City of Tuskegee so as to place about 410 of the approximately 420 Negro voters outside the City Limits and thereby deprive them of their vote in City elections. . ." The Political Action Committee report noted also that "Senator Englehardt introduced a bill to abolish Macon County by dividing it among the adjacent counties." Mrs. Delia D. 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Air Force Confirms Missile Is Being Prepared For Firing The Air Force confirmed Wednesday that an Atlas Intercontinental ballistic missile is being prepared for firing at Cape Canaveral, Fla. The test, which the Air Force expects will be the first successful flight of the 90-foot-high rocket igant, is scheduled for later this week. The official statement said that "static tests" on the missile have been completed. These invariably precede an actual launching. Describing the ground firing, the Air Force said "the test involved running the rocket engine at high thrust while tied down to a test stand. This is done to check the performance of the engine." The missile is designed to go 5,500 miles, but it is expected that the Air Force will not try for the full distance in the rocket's first long flight. Two tests earlier this year failed when the Atlas missiles rose into the sky for about 90 seconds and then blew up. Dr. Kinucheleo Board of Trustees of LeMoyne College, has alos served as chairman of the American Missionary. Association and as a member of the faculty of the University of Chicago.