Memphis World
Memphis World Publishing Co.
1953-05-08
James H. Purdy, Jr.

MEMPHIS WORLD
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Nutrition And Heart Disease
"Today with the wonder drugs...... available for infectious 
diseases and with modern sanitation preventing such scourages 
as typhoid fever, many physicians and scientists consider
nutrition the most important environment factor in health." That
statement is made in a manual, "Food for Your Heart," recently
issued by the American Heart Association. Copies of the manual,
which was prepared by the Department of Nutrition of the School
of Public Health, Harvard University, are available to individuals
only on prescription by physicians through local Heart Associations. 

Heart disease is America's greatest killer. It is now believed,
according to the manual, that diets low in calories and salt but
high in protein — as much as 3-4 to one pound of cooked meat
daily — are valuable in its treatment. Among the meats prescribed
for various diets are lamb chops, meat loaf, broiled pork chops,
hamburger, roast pork, lean beef and veal, with poultry, fresh,
water fish, liver and eggs listed as alternates.
The manual points out that nutrition and food have a twoway 
relationship to normal heart function and to high blood
pressure. First is the prevention or treatment of obseity resulting
from the consumption of more food energy (calories) than the
body needs. Second is treatment of hypertension and fluid in body
tissues by reducing the intake of sodium. Diets which are generous
In their meat content often aid materially in these treatments. It
is obvious, of course, that no one should attempt self-medication,
and should adopt only those weight reduction and dietary procedures 
which are recommended by his physician.
The science of nutrition has made tremendous strides in
recent years. The result is that proper diet is in some cases more
effective than drugs in combatting a lengthy list of physical ailments." 


ACROSS THE
EDITOR'S DESK
—BY JAMES H. PURDY, JR.
MEMPHIS—Picture a speeding auto, out of control, that's what
happened on a Memphis Street, South Wellington near East Carolina 
Monday night.
Miraculously there were no deaths, but four persons, two of
them children were injured.
Police said the car driven by Charles Burrell, 32, bounced off
the Missouri-Pacific vaiduct wall, raced across a lawn embankment, 
jumped across the concrete steps of an apartment house.
Two children, William Glover, 3, and David Lee Glover, 5,
were playing on the steps. Both children miraculously escaped
death.
The other injured were identified as Lula Mae Cross, 28, injured 
as she leaped out of the path of the speeding car, and Edward 
L. Collier, 33, a passenger in Burrell's car.
MT. CLEMENS, Mich. —An 18year-old 
soldier stepped haltingly
off the transport plane at Selfridge
Air Force Base in Michigan.
"Where are you, mom?" he called 
softly
She was standing right in front
of him
"My baby," she said, cradling his
head on her shoulder, There's my
boy."
He was corporal esse M. Robertson, 
the first Detroit-area prisoner 
of war to come home from
Korea.
Robertson is blind in one eye,
and can see only dimly with the
other.
MARIAANN. Ark. —A woman
identified as Nannie Bell Cox, of
Marianna, Ark., is in custody as
the result of the fatal stabbing of
a 30-year-old man. Authorities identified 
the victim as Oniphnes Hill
of near Marianna.
JACKSON, Miss.—A faction of
the Mississippi Republican Party
met behind closed doors Saturday
in Jackson, and the old question
of Intra-Party control has again
arisen in Mississippi Republican
ranks.
The so-called "Lily White" faction 
which is recognized by the
state of Mississippi, met secretly
Saturday, without inviting representatives 
of the opposing "BlacK
and Tan Group." The "Black and
Tan" faction is recognized by the
National Republican party.
S. W. Miller, a leader of the
"Black and Tan" group, said he
considered the closed-door meeting
Unimportant, and tabbed it "just a
group of people meeting "He went
on to indicate that the "Lily White"
group, that bolted the Democratic
Party to support President Eisenhower 
last year, isn't likely to gain
control of the Republican Party in
Mississippi.
MIAMI BEACH, Fla. —Negro

Church Convention delegates sought
lodgings in Miami's Negro section
Tuesday as threats of stink bombs
and other "unpleasantness" concelled 
plans to turn an ocean front hotel 
in an all white section over to
the group.
A sign fading "Hotel Temporarily 
Closed" was tacked up on the
Betsy Ross hotel at 14th Street and
Collins Avenue, located two blocks
from the Swank Lincoln Road
Shopping Center.
"We've had nearly 100 anonymous
calls threatening to throw stink
bombs and everything else you can
think of, and they are still coming
in," George Rone. Lessee and manager 
of the hotel, said.
Rone said "advance publicity
brought on the deluge of threats,
most from men."
He said a newspaper story appeared 
Sunday stating that the hotel 
would be the first on Miami
Beach to be occupied exclusively by
Negroes.
"If we hadn't received all this
advance publicity, we might have
been able to quietly perform a service 
needed down here in the
south."
The empty, hotel was to have
been turned over Tuesday to some
164 Negro delegates to the annual
convention of the Churches of God
in Christ International. Rone and
convention officials had agreed that
the group, mostly pastors and their
wives, would not eat in the hotel
nor use the public Lummus Park
Bench across the street.
Rone said he understood other
beach hotels had received smaller
groups of Negroes during the past
conventions and his hotel "needed
the business."
Despite the threats Monday, the
hotelman said he "was willing to
go through with it anyway."
"But after talking it over with
convention officials, we agreed
neither of us wanted to do any
thing that might cause any unpleasantness. 
These people are conservative 
and don't want to cause
a any disturbance."

IN NEWS OF MEMPHIS
—BY JAMES H. PURDY, JR.
MEMPHIS—Picture a speeding auto, out of control, that's what
happened on a Memphis Street, South Wellington near East Carolina 
Monday night.
Miraculously there were no deaths, but four persons, two of
them children were injured.
Police said the car driven by Charles Burrell, 32, bounced off
the Missouri-Pacific vaiduct wall, raced across a lawn embankment, 
jumped across the concrete steps of an apartment house.
Two children, William Glover, 3, and David Lee Glover, 5,
were playing on the steps. Both children miraculously escaped
death.
The other injured were identified as Lula Mae Cross, 28, injured 
as she leaped out of the path of the speeding car, and Edward 
L. Collier, 33, a passenger in Burrell's car.
MT. CLEMENS, Mich. —An 18year-old 
soldier stepped haltingly
off the transport plane at Selfridge
Air Force Base in Michigan.
"Where are you, mom?" he called 
softly
She was standing right in front
of him
"My baby," she said, cradling his
head on her shoulder, There's my
boy."
He was corporal esse M. Robertson, 
the first Detroit-area prisoner 
of war to come home from
Korea.
Robertson is blind in one eye,
and can see only dimly with the
other.
MARIAANN. Ark. —A woman
identified as Nannie Bell Cox, of
Marianna, Ark., is in custody as
the result of the fatal stabbing of
a 30-year-old man. Authorities identified 
the victim as Oniphnes Hill
of near Marianna.
JACKSON, Miss.—A faction of
the Mississippi Republican Party
met behind closed doors Saturday
in Jackson, and the old question
of Intra-Party control has again
arisen in Mississippi Republican
ranks.
The so-called "Lily White" faction 
which is recognized by the
state of Mississippi, met secretly
Saturday, without inviting representatives 
of the opposing "BlacK
and Tan Group." The "Black and
Tan" faction is recognized by the
National Republican party.
S. W. Miller, a leader of the
"Black and Tan" group, said he
considered the closed-door meeting
Unimportant, and tabbed it "just a
group of people meeting "He went
on to indicate that the "Lily White"
group, that bolted the Democratic
Party to support President Eisenhower 
last year, isn't likely to gain
control of the Republican Party in
Mississippi.
MIAMI BEACH, Fla. —Negro

Church Convention delegates sought
lodgings in Miami's Negro section
Tuesday as threats of stink bombs
and other "unpleasantness" concelled 
plans to turn an ocean front hotel 
in an all white section over to
the group.
A sign fading "Hotel Temporarily 
Closed" was tacked up on the
Betsy Ross hotel at 14th Street and
Collins Avenue, located two blocks
from the Swank Lincoln Road
Shopping Center.
"We've had nearly 100 anonymous
calls threatening to throw stink
bombs and everything else you can
think of, and they are still coming
in," George Rone. Lessee and manager 
of the hotel, said.
Rone said "advance publicity
brought on the deluge of threats,
most from men."
He said a newspaper story appeared 
Sunday stating that the hotel 
would be the first on Miami
Beach to be occupied exclusively by
Negroes.
"If we hadn't received all this
advance publicity, we might have
been able to quietly perform a service 
needed down here in the
south."
The empty, hotel was to have
been turned over Tuesday to some
164 Negro delegates to the annual
convention of the Churches of God
in Christ International. Rone and
convention officials had agreed that
the group, mostly pastors and their
wives, would not eat in the hotel
nor use the public Lummus Park
Bench across the street.
Rone said he understood other
beach hotels had received smaller
groups of Negroes during the past
conventions and his hotel "needed
the business."
Despite the threats Monday, the
hotelman said he "was willing to
go through with it anyway."
"But after talking it over with
convention officials, we agreed
neither of us wanted to do any
thing that might cause any unpleasantness. 
These people are conservative 
and don't want to cause
a any disturbance."

IN OTHER NEWS N.
—BY JAMES H. PURDY, JR.
MEMPHIS—Picture a speeding auto, out of control, that's what
happened on a Memphis Street, South Wellington near East Carolina 
Monday night.
Miraculously there were no deaths, but four persons, two of
them children were injured.
Police said the car driven by Charles Burrell, 32, bounced off
the Missouri-Pacific vaiduct wall, raced across a lawn embankment, 
jumped across the concrete steps of an apartment house.
Two children, William Glover, 3, and David Lee Glover, 5,
were playing on the steps. Both children miraculously escaped
death.
The other injured were identified as Lula Mae Cross, 28, injured 
as she leaped out of the path of the speeding car, and Edward 
L. Collier, 33, a passenger in Burrell's car.
MT. CLEMENS, Mich. —An 18year-old 
soldier stepped haltingly
off the transport plane at Selfridge
Air Force Base in Michigan.
"Where are you, mom?" he called 
softly
She was standing right in front
of him
"My baby," she said, cradling his
head on her shoulder, There's my
boy."
He was corporal esse M. Robertson, 
the first Detroit-area prisoner 
of war to come home from
Korea.
Robertson is blind in one eye,
and can see only dimly with the
other.
MARIAANN. Ark. —A woman
identified as Nannie Bell Cox, of
Marianna, Ark., is in custody as
the result of the fatal stabbing of
a 30-year-old man. Authorities identified 
the victim as Oniphnes Hill
of near Marianna.
JACKSON, Miss.—A faction of
the Mississippi Republican Party
met behind closed doors Saturday
in Jackson, and the old question
of Intra-Party control has again
arisen in Mississippi Republican
ranks.
The so-called "Lily White" faction 
which is recognized by the
state of Mississippi, met secretly
Saturday, without inviting representatives 
of the opposing "BlacK
and Tan Group." The "Black and
Tan" faction is recognized by the
National Republican party.
S. W. Miller, a leader of the
"Black and Tan" group, said he
considered the closed-door meeting
Unimportant, and tabbed it "just a
group of people meeting "He went
on to indicate that the "Lily White"
group, that bolted the Democratic
Party to support President Eisenhower 
last year, isn't likely to gain
control of the Republican Party in
Mississippi.
MIAMI BEACH, Fla. —Negro

Church Convention delegates sought
lodgings in Miami's Negro section
Tuesday as threats of stink bombs
and other "unpleasantness" concelled 
plans to turn an ocean front hotel 
in an all white section over to
the group.
A sign fading "Hotel Temporarily 
Closed" was tacked up on the
Betsy Ross hotel at 14th Street and
Collins Avenue, located two blocks
from the Swank Lincoln Road
Shopping Center.
"We've had nearly 100 anonymous
calls threatening to throw stink
bombs and everything else you can
think of, and they are still coming
in," George Rone. Lessee and manager 
of the hotel, said.
Rone said "advance publicity
brought on the deluge of threats,
most from men."
He said a newspaper story appeared 
Sunday stating that the hotel 
would be the first on Miami
Beach to be occupied exclusively by
Negroes.
"If we hadn't received all this
advance publicity, we might have
been able to quietly perform a service 
needed down here in the
south."
The empty, hotel was to have
been turned over Tuesday to some
164 Negro delegates to the annual
convention of the Churches of God
in Christ International. Rone and
convention officials had agreed that
the group, mostly pastors and their
wives, would not eat in the hotel
nor use the public Lummus Park
Bench across the street.
Rone said he understood other
beach hotels had received smaller
groups of Negroes during the past
conventions and his hotel "needed
the business."
Despite the threats Monday, the
hotelman said he "was willing to
go through with it anyway."
"But after talking it over with
convention officials, we agreed
neither of us wanted to do any
thing that might cause any unpleasantness. 
These people are conservative 
and don't want to cause
a any disturbance."

HELD FOR STABBING MAN
—BY JAMES H. PURDY, JR.
MEMPHIS—Picture a speeding auto, out of control, that's what
happened on a Memphis Street, South Wellington near East Carolina 
Monday night.
Miraculously there were no deaths, but four persons, two of
them children were injured.
Police said the car driven by Charles Burrell, 32, bounced off
the Missouri-Pacific vaiduct wall, raced across a lawn embankment, 
jumped across the concrete steps of an apartment house.
Two children, William Glover, 3, and David Lee Glover, 5,
were playing on the steps. Both children miraculously escaped
death.
The other injured were identified as Lula Mae Cross, 28, injured 
as she leaped out of the path of the speeding car, and Edward 
L. Collier, 33, a passenger in Burrell's car.
MT. CLEMENS, Mich. —An 18year-old 
soldier stepped haltingly
off the transport plane at Selfridge
Air Force Base in Michigan.
"Where are you, mom?" he called 
softly
She was standing right in front
of him
"My baby," she said, cradling his
head on her shoulder, There's my
boy."
He was corporal esse M. Robertson, 
the first Detroit-area prisoner 
of war to come home from
Korea.
Robertson is blind in one eye,
and can see only dimly with the
other.
MARIAANN. Ark. —A woman
identified as Nannie Bell Cox, of
Marianna, Ark., is in custody as
the result of the fatal stabbing of
a 30-year-old man. Authorities identified 
the victim as Oniphnes Hill
of near Marianna.
JACKSON, Miss.—A faction of
the Mississippi Republican Party
met behind closed doors Saturday
in Jackson, and the old question
of Intra-Party control has again
arisen in Mississippi Republican
ranks.
The so-called "Lily White" faction 
which is recognized by the
state of Mississippi, met secretly
Saturday, without inviting representatives 
of the opposing "BlacK
and Tan Group." The "Black and
Tan" faction is recognized by the
National Republican party.
S. W. Miller, a leader of the
"Black and Tan" group, said he
considered the closed-door meeting
Unimportant, and tabbed it "just a
group of people meeting "He went
on to indicate that the "Lily White"
group, that bolted the Democratic
Party to support President Eisenhower 
last year, isn't likely to gain
control of the Republican Party in
Mississippi.
MIAMI BEACH, Fla. —Negro

Church Convention delegates sought
lodgings in Miami's Negro section
Tuesday as threats of stink bombs
and other "unpleasantness" concelled 
plans to turn an ocean front hotel 
in an all white section over to
the group.
A sign fading "Hotel Temporarily 
Closed" was tacked up on the
Betsy Ross hotel at 14th Street and
Collins Avenue, located two blocks
from the Swank Lincoln Road
Shopping Center.
"We've had nearly 100 anonymous
calls threatening to throw stink
bombs and everything else you can
think of, and they are still coming
in," George Rone. Lessee and manager 
of the hotel, said.
Rone said "advance publicity
brought on the deluge of threats,
most from men."
He said a newspaper story appeared 
Sunday stating that the hotel 
would be the first on Miami
Beach to be occupied exclusively by
Negroes.
"If we hadn't received all this
advance publicity, we might have
been able to quietly perform a service 
needed down here in the
south."
The empty, hotel was to have
been turned over Tuesday to some
164 Negro delegates to the annual
convention of the Churches of God
in Christ International. Rone and
convention officials had agreed that
the group, mostly pastors and their
wives, would not eat in the hotel
nor use the public Lummus Park
Bench across the street.
Rone said he understood other
beach hotels had received smaller
groups of Negroes during the past
conventions and his hotel "needed
the business."
Despite the threats Monday, the
hotelman said he "was willing to
go through with it anyway."
"But after talking it over with
convention officials, we agreed
neither of us wanted to do any
thing that might cause any unpleasantness. 
These people are conservative 
and don't want to cause
a any disturbance."

MISS. LILY WHITE GOP
HOLD SECRET MEET
—BY JAMES H. PURDY, JR.
MEMPHIS—Picture a speeding auto, out of control, that's what
happened on a Memphis Street, South Wellington near East Carolina 
Monday night.
Miraculously there were no deaths, but four persons, two of
them children were injured.
Police said the car driven by Charles Burrell, 32, bounced off
the Missouri-Pacific vaiduct wall, raced across a lawn embankment, 
jumped across the concrete steps of an apartment house.
Two children, William Glover, 3, and David Lee Glover, 5,
were playing on the steps. Both children miraculously escaped
death.
The other injured were identified as Lula Mae Cross, 28, injured 
as she leaped out of the path of the speeding car, and Edward 
L. Collier, 33, a passenger in Burrell's car.
MT. CLEMENS, Mich. —An 18year-old 
soldier stepped haltingly
off the transport plane at Selfridge
Air Force Base in Michigan.
"Where are you, mom?" he called 
softly
She was standing right in front
of him
"My baby," she said, cradling his
head on her shoulder, There's my
boy."
He was corporal esse M. Robertson, 
the first Detroit-area prisoner 
of war to come home from
Korea.
Robertson is blind in one eye,
and can see only dimly with the
other.
MARIAANN. Ark. —A woman
identified as Nannie Bell Cox, of
Marianna, Ark., is in custody as
the result of the fatal stabbing of
a 30-year-old man. Authorities identified 
the victim as Oniphnes Hill
of near Marianna.
JACKSON, Miss.—A faction of
the Mississippi Republican Party
met behind closed doors Saturday
in Jackson, and the old question
of Intra-Party control has again
arisen in Mississippi Republican
ranks.
The so-called "Lily White" faction 
which is recognized by the
state of Mississippi, met secretly
Saturday, without inviting representatives 
of the opposing "BlacK
and Tan Group." The "Black and
Tan" faction is recognized by the
National Republican party.
S. W. Miller, a leader of the
"Black and Tan" group, said he
considered the closed-door meeting
Unimportant, and tabbed it "just a
group of people meeting "He went
on to indicate that the "Lily White"
group, that bolted the Democratic
Party to support President Eisenhower 
last year, isn't likely to gain
control of the Republican Party in
Mississippi.
MIAMI BEACH, Fla. —Negro

Church Convention delegates sought
lodgings in Miami's Negro section
Tuesday as threats of stink bombs
and other "unpleasantness" concelled 
plans to turn an ocean front hotel 
in an all white section over to
the group.
A sign fading "Hotel Temporarily 
Closed" was tacked up on the
Betsy Ross hotel at 14th Street and
Collins Avenue, located two blocks
from the Swank Lincoln Road
Shopping Center.
"We've had nearly 100 anonymous
calls threatening to throw stink
bombs and everything else you can
think of, and they are still coming
in," George Rone. Lessee and manager 
of the hotel, said.
Rone said "advance publicity
brought on the deluge of threats,
most from men."
He said a newspaper story appeared 
Sunday stating that the hotel 
would be the first on Miami
Beach to be occupied exclusively by
Negroes.
"If we hadn't received all this
advance publicity, we might have
been able to quietly perform a service 
needed down here in the
south."
The empty, hotel was to have
been turned over Tuesday to some
164 Negro delegates to the annual
convention of the Churches of God
in Christ International. Rone and
convention officials had agreed that
the group, mostly pastors and their
wives, would not eat in the hotel
nor use the public Lummus Park
Bench across the street.
Rone said he understood other
beach hotels had received smaller
groups of Negroes during the past
conventions and his hotel "needed
the business."
Despite the threats Monday, the
hotelman said he "was willing to
go through with it anyway."
"But after talking it over with
convention officials, we agreed
neither of us wanted to do any
thing that might cause any unpleasantness. 
These people are conservative 
and don't want to cause
a any disturbance."

HOTEL CANCELS PLAN TO
HOUSE CHURCH GROUP
—BY JAMES H. PURDY, JR.
MEMPHIS—Picture a speeding auto, out of control, that's what
happened on a Memphis Street, South Wellington near East Carolina 
Monday night.
Miraculously there were no deaths, but four persons, two of
them children were injured.
Police said the car driven by Charles Burrell, 32, bounced off
the Missouri-Pacific vaiduct wall, raced across a lawn embankment, 
jumped across the concrete steps of an apartment house.
Two children, William Glover, 3, and David Lee Glover, 5,
were playing on the steps. Both children miraculously escaped
death.
The other injured were identified as Lula Mae Cross, 28, injured 
as she leaped out of the path of the speeding car, and Edward 
L. Collier, 33, a passenger in Burrell's car.
MT. CLEMENS, Mich. —An 18year-old 
soldier stepped haltingly
off the transport plane at Selfridge
Air Force Base in Michigan.
"Where are you, mom?" he called 
softly
She was standing right in front
of him
"My baby," she said, cradling his
head on her shoulder, There's my
boy."
He was corporal esse M. Robertson, 
the first Detroit-area prisoner 
of war to come home from
Korea.
Robertson is blind in one eye,
and can see only dimly with the
other.
MARIAANN. Ark. —A woman
identified as Nannie Bell Cox, of
Marianna, Ark., is in custody as
the result of the fatal stabbing of
a 30-year-old man. Authorities identified 
the victim as Oniphnes Hill
of near Marianna.
JACKSON, Miss.—A faction of
the Mississippi Republican Party
met behind closed doors Saturday
in Jackson, and the old question
of Intra-Party control has again
arisen in Mississippi Republican
ranks.
The so-called "Lily White" faction 
which is recognized by the
state of Mississippi, met secretly
Saturday, without inviting representatives 
of the opposing "BlacK
and Tan Group." The "Black and
Tan" faction is recognized by the
National Republican party.
S. W. Miller, a leader of the
"Black and Tan" group, said he
considered the closed-door meeting
Unimportant, and tabbed it "just a
group of people meeting "He went
on to indicate that the "Lily White"
group, that bolted the Democratic
Party to support President Eisenhower 
last year, isn't likely to gain
control of the Republican Party in
Mississippi.
MIAMI BEACH, Fla. —Negro

Church Convention delegates sought
lodgings in Miami's Negro section
Tuesday as threats of stink bombs
and other "unpleasantness" concelled 
plans to turn an ocean front hotel 
in an all white section over to
the group.
A sign fading "Hotel Temporarily 
Closed" was tacked up on the
Betsy Ross hotel at 14th Street and
Collins Avenue, located two blocks
from the Swank Lincoln Road
Shopping Center.
"We've had nearly 100 anonymous
calls threatening to throw stink
bombs and everything else you can
think of, and they are still coming
in," George Rone. Lessee and manager 
of the hotel, said.
Rone said "advance publicity
brought on the deluge of threats,
most from men."
He said a newspaper story appeared 
Sunday stating that the hotel 
would be the first on Miami
Beach to be occupied exclusively by
Negroes.
"If we hadn't received all this
advance publicity, we might have
been able to quietly perform a service 
needed down here in the
south."
The empty, hotel was to have
been turned over Tuesday to some
164 Negro delegates to the annual
convention of the Churches of God
in Christ International. Rone and
convention officials had agreed that
the group, mostly pastors and their
wives, would not eat in the hotel
nor use the public Lummus Park
Bench across the street.
Rone said he understood other
beach hotels had received smaller
groups of Negroes during the past
conventions and his hotel "needed
the business."
Despite the threats Monday, the
hotelman said he "was willing to
go through with it anyway."
"But after talking it over with
convention officials, we agreed
neither of us wanted to do any
thing that might cause any unpleasantness. 
These people are conservative 
and don't want to cause
a any disturbance."

THE HEALTH WORLD
FORUM
BY A. E. HORNE, M. D.
An S.N.S. Feature
Chronic arthritis is a widespread
low grade, chronic progressive inflammation, 
the cause of which is
doubtful, involving the tissues and
structures of one or more joints.
The chronic involvements of joints

arising from the invasion of specific 
organisms, such as the tubercle 
bacillus, the gonococcus, the
pneunococcus or similar organisms
are not included under the term
chronic arthritis.
Chronic Arthritis is the oldest

disease in both man and animal.
It is widespread through out the
animal kingdom and is present in
practically all parts of the world.
Probably no other disease produces
such generalized disability and consequent 
economic loss.
Despite a great amount of detailed 
study, the solution of a specific
organism proved to be responsible
for the condition his failed Many
investigators have isolated from
the blood stream, joint cavities or
other site various streptococcus
strains which they regard as causative. 
In no case have these claims
been substantiated. The rapidity
with which the atrophic type arthritis 
developed in young marines
subjected to jungle combat was
most startling. Four to six weeks
was sufficient time to permit extensive 
joint involvement, especially
of the spine.
The causative agent of the hyperthorphic 
type of chronic arthritis 
is unknown. Because there
frequently occurs in patients suffering 
with this disease, a faulty
digestion of food products and distinct 
abnormalities of intestinal
function, it is believed that the
absorbed products of incomplete
digestion maybe largely responsible.
Dr. Home will answer questions
relating to health and hygiene in
this column. He will not make diagnosis 
or prescribe for individuals,
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CHRONIC ARTHITIS
BY A. E. HORNE, M. D.
An S.N.S. Feature
Chronic arthritis is a widespread
low grade, chronic progressive inflammation, 
the cause of which is
doubtful, involving the tissues and
structures of one or more joints.
The chronic involvements of joints

arising from the invasion of specific 
organisms, such as the tubercle 
bacillus, the gonococcus, the
pneunococcus or similar organisms
are not included under the term
chronic arthritis.
Chronic Arthritis is the oldest

disease in both man and animal.
It is widespread through out the
animal kingdom and is present in
practically all parts of the world.
Probably no other disease produces
such generalized disability and consequent 
economic loss.
Despite a great amount of detailed 
study, the solution of a specific
organism proved to be responsible
for the condition his failed Many
investigators have isolated from
the blood stream, joint cavities or
other site various streptococcus
strains which they regard as causative. 
In no case have these claims
been substantiated. The rapidity
with which the atrophic type arthritis 
developed in young marines
subjected to jungle combat was
most startling. Four to six weeks
was sufficient time to permit extensive 
joint involvement, especially
of the spine.
The causative agent of the hyperthorphic 
type of chronic arthritis 
is unknown. Because there
frequently occurs in patients suffering 
with this disease, a faulty
digestion of food products and distinct 
abnormalities of intestinal
function, it is believed that the
absorbed products of incomplete
digestion maybe largely responsible.
Dr. Home will answer questions
relating to health and hygiene in
this column. He will not make diagnosis 
or prescribe for individuals,
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Poetic Musing
By MRS.
CORINNE
ELIZABETH
ROWAN
Mother dear, you have formed a
special part
Promoting the ideals dear to my
heart,
Paying tribute to you on this
Mother's Day
Stamps your memory indeliby to
stay.
Amid conflicts and other acts of
strife,
Second Sunday in May, set for
your day
It's not enough in deference to
your pay.
By words and deeds you have provend 
your worth
There's not another like you on
the earth,
God bless you and keep you, Mother 
dear
We'll honor you—every day of the
year.

MOTHER'S DAY TRIBUTE
By MRS.
CORINNE
ELIZABETH
ROWAN
Mother dear, you have formed a
special part
Promoting the ideals dear to my
heart,
Paying tribute to you on this
Mother's Day
Stamps your memory indeliby to
stay.
Amid conflicts and other acts of
strife,
Second Sunday in May, set for
your day
It's not enough in deference to
your pay.
By words and deeds you have provend 
your worth
There's not another like you on
the earth,
God bless you and keep you, Mother 
dear
We'll honor you—every day of the
year.

Beale Street
Is My Beat
To start Beale Street Is My Beat
off this week I'd like to make an
apology to the waitress of Harlem
House No. 6 for what's been said
in the past two issues of Beale
Street Is My Beat. Those are orders 
from the BOSS and I hope you
will accept them from Jimmie
Cooper... So get my dogs ready
... After leaving the Harlem
House No. 6 I wheeled on down
by the Hippodrome... looking
forward to dig some of the big
happenings. To my surprise what
I expected wasn't there... that's
FAT DOMINO... So being nosey 
I tried to find out why this had
happened... This is what
"PAUL" said... the DOMINO
called and said that he was sick
down in New Orleans... but after 
talking to him a few minutes
I found enough facts to believe that,
that was just an old alibi...
for not coming... PAUL said
that seven of his band showed up,
but he didn't let them play...
because of the fact that FAT
DOMINO wasn't there... He also
stated that if any local band had
been present he would have had
the dance under their name...
He also made the statement that
buying tickets from the Hippodrome
in advance is like putting money
in the bank... because what goes
in comes out... At the time your
reporter showed up that's what was
going on... Since the night was
a black night the employees Of the
Hipp gave the waitress a big time,
party with JACK the devil doing
all the talking...
Also offered your reporter a little 
talk out of the battle... but
being on the Job I had to accept
a new grape instead... Walking
the beat this week I tried something 
new... I brought a package 
of cigarettes out of the expense... 
BOSS, which was 25c
just to give the ones who beg for
cigarettes... Before I had walked 
about 100 feet from the office all
of them were gone... and just
about a penny box of matches, too
... Cooling on down Beale stopping 
in by the ELKS, I found that,
the MAN HATTER CLUB is going
to have a dance tonight... MARIE 
BROWN... is the president
of the club... Dropping in by
the CHATTERBOX... I had a
long chat with the waitress...
Cooling on down to the "Hipp" I
found Memphis presented it's first
pro-boxing bout Tuesday night May
5... between... JESSIE TURNER 
of ST. LOUIS... and
JAMES BROWN of MEMPHIS...
JESSIE TURNER... won the
bout in the second round in less
than two minutes and one second
... also around witnessing the
bout was SAMMIE CROWE of ST.
LOUIS... Stopping by LANSKY
BROS. I had a chat with one of

the brothers... before going to
court... to get the news for the
POLICE BEAT... seen on the
Beat were: THOMAS JAMES
SCOTT... WILLIAM WALKER
... OTTO THE KID... JOHN
WESLEY JOHNSON... HOWARD 
MIMMS... CHESTER HILL
... BIG JEFF... HAROLD
HUGHES... J. C. JONES
CHESTER HILL... HOWARD
MIMS is ace pitcher for the ORIOLES 
BALL CLUB... LEWIS
BROCK... Expense for the week
BOSS... 25c cigarettes...
15c Jet magazine... 5c peanuts
... 1c pencil... 1c chewing
gum... 2c candy kisses... 1c
to my piggie bank... Sincerely
yours... JIMMIE COOPER.

MEALTIME MELODIES!
By GRACE WATSON
When car owners get together
you'll hear this question buzzing
in the air. "How many miles do
you get to the gallon?"
Which gasoline gives the quickest 
pick-up, the most pep to motor, 
the highest mileage and the
greatest economy per mile?
In garages, in offices, and around
dinner tables you can hear motor
enthusiasts arguing the merits of
this or that Super-zip, or high
test Speed-O.
From all this we somehow get
the idea that fuel is important to
a motor. No matter how beautiful
the car is, how much it cost, without 
the magic fluid the car just
sits, a silent hulk of machinery
dead in a garage or sulking by a
curb.
Human bodies may be likened to
cars. We have the
slim sports model,
the dashing run
about, the glittering 
limousine,
the little business
coupe, the sensible 
sedan. Each
has a motor that
has been the marvel 
and wonder
of the world
since time began. 
So powerful,
so complicated, yet so simple that
in comparison, the highest-powered 
motor car seems like a clumsy
toy.
But when you compare it with
a car your body has one disadvantage—you 
can't trade it in on

a smart new model. When the engine 
knocks or the carburetor gets
clogged, you simlp have to get emfixed 
up as best you can, and take
to the road again.
Moral?—Since your human machine 
has ho trade-in value, it's
up to you to make the best of the
one you happen to have.
With hot weather just around
the corner, you will face that age
old temptation to skip meals and
pamper a finicky appetite, but remember, 
hot weather comes and
goes and if you neglect your human
vehicle, each hot season will find
you more worn than the one before. 

So when your human spark
plugs fail to hit just right, perkup 
with vitamin-rich, vegetables
and Mother Nature's own, Hightest 
food, fresh dairy products.
Here is a hot weather luncheon
that is sure to get you off to a
fresh start with no back-fires:
Swiss Salad
Assorted Breads Butter
Pineapple Upside Down Cake
Milk Tea
2 quarts mixed salad greens
(lettuce, endive, watercress)
1-4 cucumber
2-3 cup diced, cooked ham, tongue, 
or corned beef
Lemon French Dressing
3 medium sized tomatoes
1-4 cup sliced green onion
1 cup julienne strips Swiss or
American Cheese
In a salad, bowl, pull salad greens
into bite size pieces. Add tomato
wedges, cucumbers, onion, meat and
cheese. Toss together lightly with
enough French dressing to coat ingredients. 
Serves 6.

SPRING LUNCHEON
By GRACE WATSON
When car owners get together
you'll hear this question buzzing
in the air. "How many miles do
you get to the gallon?"
Which gasoline gives the quickest 
pick-up, the most pep to motor, 
the highest mileage and the
greatest economy per mile?
In garages, in offices, and around
dinner tables you can hear motor
enthusiasts arguing the merits of
this or that Super-zip, or high
test Speed-O.
From all this we somehow get
the idea that fuel is important to
a motor. No matter how beautiful
the car is, how much it cost, without 
the magic fluid the car just
sits, a silent hulk of machinery
dead in a garage or sulking by a
curb.
Human bodies may be likened to
cars. We have the
slim sports model,
the dashing run
about, the glittering 
limousine,
the little business
coupe, the sensible 
sedan. Each
has a motor that
has been the marvel 
and wonder
of the world
since time began. 
So powerful,
so complicated, yet so simple that
in comparison, the highest-powered 
motor car seems like a clumsy
toy.
But when you compare it with
a car your body has one disadvantage—you 
can't trade it in on

a smart new model. When the engine 
knocks or the carburetor gets
clogged, you simlp have to get emfixed 
up as best you can, and take
to the road again.
Moral?—Since your human machine 
has ho trade-in value, it's
up to you to make the best of the
one you happen to have.
With hot weather just around
the corner, you will face that age
old temptation to skip meals and
pamper a finicky appetite, but remember, 
hot weather comes and
goes and if you neglect your human
vehicle, each hot season will find
you more worn than the one before. 

So when your human spark
plugs fail to hit just right, perkup 
with vitamin-rich, vegetables
and Mother Nature's own, Hightest 
food, fresh dairy products.
Here is a hot weather luncheon
that is sure to get you off to a
fresh start with no back-fires:
Swiss Salad
Assorted Breads Butter
Pineapple Upside Down Cake
Milk Tea
2 quarts mixed salad greens
(lettuce, endive, watercress)
1-4 cucumber
2-3 cup diced, cooked ham, tongue, 
or corned beef
Lemon French Dressing
3 medium sized tomatoes
1-4 cup sliced green onion
1 cup julienne strips Swiss or
American Cheese
In a salad, bowl, pull salad greens
into bite size pieces. Add tomato
wedges, cucumbers, onion, meat and
cheese. Toss together lightly with
enough French dressing to coat ingredients. 
Serves 6.

SWISS SALAD
By GRACE WATSON
When car owners get together
you'll hear this question buzzing
in the air. "How many miles do
you get to the gallon?"
Which gasoline gives the quickest 
pick-up, the most pep to motor, 
the highest mileage and the
greatest economy per mile?
In garages, in offices, and around
dinner tables you can hear motor
enthusiasts arguing the merits of
this or that Super-zip, or high
test Speed-O.
From all this we somehow get
the idea that fuel is important to
a motor. No matter how beautiful
the car is, how much it cost, without 
the magic fluid the car just
sits, a silent hulk of machinery
dead in a garage or sulking by a
curb.
Human bodies may be likened to
cars. We have the
slim sports model,
the dashing run
about, the glittering 
limousine,
the little business
coupe, the sensible 
sedan. Each
has a motor that
has been the marvel 
and wonder
of the world
since time began. 
So powerful,
so complicated, yet so simple that
in comparison, the highest-powered 
motor car seems like a clumsy
toy.
But when you compare it with
a car your body has one disadvantage—you 
can't trade it in on

a smart new model. When the engine 
knocks or the carburetor gets
clogged, you simlp have to get emfixed 
up as best you can, and take
to the road again.
Moral?—Since your human machine 
has ho trade-in value, it's
up to you to make the best of the
one you happen to have.
With hot weather just around
the corner, you will face that age
old temptation to skip meals and
pamper a finicky appetite, but remember, 
hot weather comes and
goes and if you neglect your human
vehicle, each hot season will find
you more worn than the one before. 

So when your human spark
plugs fail to hit just right, perkup 
with vitamin-rich, vegetables
and Mother Nature's own, Hightest 
food, fresh dairy products.
Here is a hot weather luncheon
that is sure to get you off to a
fresh start with no back-fires:
Swiss Salad
Assorted Breads Butter
Pineapple Upside Down Cake
Milk Tea
2 quarts mixed salad greens
(lettuce, endive, watercress)
1-4 cucumber
2-3 cup diced, cooked ham, tongue, 
or corned beef
Lemon French Dressing
3 medium sized tomatoes
1-4 cup sliced green onion
1 cup julienne strips Swiss or
American Cheese
In a salad, bowl, pull salad greens
into bite size pieces. Add tomato
wedges, cucumbers, onion, meat and
cheese. Toss together lightly with
enough French dressing to coat ingredients. 
Serves 6.

FORBIDDEN RIVER
KATHLEEN and Rawls waited
on the river bank while the dusk
deepened, but most of the Indians
were busy farther upstream where
the current swirled with wreckage.
Some of them had gone out to
what remained or the , where
they prowled like alley cats.
"What do we do now?" Kathleen 
asked.
"We'll have to get horses,"
Rawls explained. "They should
have some around somewhere. Can
you ride?"
Her low laugh was a trifle shaky.
"I used to think I was a pretty fair
horsewoman. But I never tried an
Indian pony without a saddle."
"Or even a decent apology for
a bridle? But I guess you can do
anything you have to."
He led the way, circling back
from the water, heading upstream.
The Indians were sure that there
were no survivors, so they wouldn't
be on guard. Night closed down,
moonless and that was perfect for
their purpose. They must reach the

Though unfamiliar with this
particular country, Rawis knew
the general terrain, and he understood 
the habits of the Sioux. He
had no trouble, moving carefully
and using his ears, in locating
some of their cayuses, left hobbled
in a little meadow some distance
back from the river. A score of
horses were there, and careful
scouting failed to disclose any
guard.
Rawls moved quietly among the
horses, grunting a low, word in Indian, 
as their owners' would do. A
few reared away but there was no
great fright, and he selected two,
twisted rawhide about their jaws
expertly, and removed the bobbles.
The simple rawhide bridles that
the Indians used bad been conveniently 
on the branch of a tree at the
edge of the meadow.
Leaving one pony with Kathleen, 
Rawls swung on to the back
of the other, clamping his knees,
He'd ridden Indian horses before,
and he knew how to manage them.
This cayuse was unusually tractable, 
probably because it showed
signs of haying been ridden far
already today. He turned back to
where Kathleen waited.
"I think you can ride this one
without much trouble," he said,
and explained the method of controlling 
it, mostly with the knees
and a mere touch of the single
rein. "How is your arm?"
"I can use it a little," Kathleen
said.
He boosted her up, noted with
approval how quickly she jerked
her wet skirt up and clasped the
po with shapely legs; then he
was on the other cayuse. He had
to do his best riding, for this pony
recognized him as alien and was
not so tractable, but he managed
it.
They rode cautiously through
the blackness of a night fraught
with terror, through swamp and
thicket and brush crackling and
snapping beneath the feet of
prowling animals. Now and then
the warning rattle of a snake assailed 
their ears. Owis sent up
their doleful hoots to mingle somewhore 
in the distance with the savage 
whoop of an Indian venegefully 
pursuing his quarry.
Dawn found them spent with
fatigue, their frightened pomes
weary, exhausted as themselves.
But somehow they managed to

push onward, until in the early
morning light they came upon a
clearing in the woods.
Just ahead, among the screen of
trees, something moved. They
tensed, then watched, with increaseing 
wonder. There was a man
there, but he seemed furtive, as
anxious as themselves to escape
observation.
"He looks like a white man!"
Kathleen whispered.
"Jenkyn!" Rawls replied, and
his fingers on her arm cautioned
silence.
The Innocent had returned almost 
to the spot where he had first
appeared to signal the 
Now he was on foot, leading two
horses. Both were bridled and
saddled, and Rawls' eyes gleamed
at the sight. Those horses would
make a lot of difference to them.
It was plain that Jenkyn had returned 
here for some particular
purpose. He stopped, listening, furtively 
around, then, satisfied,
crossed to the foot of a big cottonwood. 
Scraping away leaves and
rubble from the big roots that
branched outward in a V, he
delved, straightened with an object
so heavy that he lifted it with difficulty. 

Rawls made out a pair of saddlebags. 
Jenkyn hoisted them to his
shoulder, turned toward one of the
horses. The river ran past below a
high bank, the water at its base
swift and savage, sucking into a
whirlpool as it struck the bank
and was turned.
Rawls slipped toward the outlaw, 
moving furtively. Whatever
Jenkyn was about, he'd be no more
likely to welcome their observation 
than that of the Indians. He'd
proved himself a renegade and
turncoat, and Rawls was of no
mind to trust him.
He had almost covered the space
between when a small stick
cracked underfoot Jenkyn spun
about, his blotched face losing
color, his eyes darting and wicked.
Rawls jumped at him.
Jenkyn was like a cornered animal—and 
just as dangerous. His
hand swept up, clutching a long
knife, and he slashed savagely. It
was a tricky blow, like the darting
of a snake, and almost as hard to
avoid. Rawls managed to twist
partly to the side, but the blade
caught and ripped through his shirt
sleeve, slashing from the shoulder
down, the edge of the blade coursing 
like a hot iron, blood, spurting
in its wake.
Rawls was barely conscious of
the pain, for now they were locked
together, each fighting for possession 
of the knife, for life.
Then Jenkyn twisted, heaving,
and the slippery leaves which were
thick underfoot aided him. Rawls
lost his footing and went down
heavily, Jenkyn uppermost, the
knife lifting ready for a plunge
that would end it.
There was nothing Rawls could
do, no chance to turn the blade or
evade Its sweep.
Then something moved beneath
their struggling bodies, a slippery,
slithering form instinctive with
norror. It reared a flat ugly head
at lightning speed and struck with
blind ferocity, and the tangs burled
themselves in Jenkyn's descending
arm, striking through the shirt
sleeve, then caught and clung in
the cloth. The outlaw's scream tore
his throat, and the deflected knife
burled itself in the ground, shearing 
oft the rattles that bad com
menced 
belatedly to sound their
warning.
There seemed no end to that
high bubbling scream. Jenkyn
lunged to his feet, running blindly.
As Rawls stood up, he was in time
to see a stumbling tumble that
sent the outlaw over the steep
bank and down to the tormented
waters.
Kathleen came to him, her eyes
big with question. "Did—did it—"
she faltered, and could not frame
the words with stiffened lips.
Rawls shook his head, his own
face drained of color. "Never
touched me," he reassured her, and
fought down an inclination toward
sickness.
For the first time he became
aware of the blood on his arm.
Kathleen examined the wound, her
eyes full of concern.
"It needs binding up," she said.
"Wait."
She turned her back, and there
was a sound of rending cloth: then
she bandaged the gash expertly.
Rawls was tempted to loiter, but
remembering Jenkyn's scream, he
turned to the horses. "We'd better
be getting out of here."
Jenkyn had loaded the saddlebags. 
Not waiting to see what they
might contain, they mounted and
swung the horses downstream.
With fresh mounts, there was a
possibility that, by traveling
steadily the rest of the day and
through the night, they might
overtake the 
They rode alertly for a while,
but relaxed as the valley remained
empty of Indians, Kathleen looked
hopefully across as she shifted
position.
"I don' t suppose there's a food, by
any chance, in those saddlebags?"
"I doubt it, but we'll have a
look," Rawls answered, and pulled
to a stop. Kathleen slid stiffly to
the ground, glad of a moment's
respite. Rawls lifted the bags
down, startled at their weight.
They were tied tightly, and he
fumbled the knots loose, got them
open. Kathleen crowded close.
Inside were four stout canvas
sacks, each one tied in turn. Even
as he lifted the first one out, feeling 
the solid chunk it made as he
set it down, Rawls knew what they
contained. Gold.
"Looks like he must have made
a haul as he was leaving the gold
camps," be said. "He'd cached it
there when he came on board the
other day, and he didn't want anybody 
to know about it."
Kathleen stared with quickening
breath, but it was not the gold itself 
that held her attention. On
each sack a symbol had been
painted, vaguely resembling in design 
the Masonic insignia. This
was a crossed pick and shovel, and
inside the inverted V thus formed
was the letter G.
"Garrison," Kathleen breathed,
and touched a sack with a tentative 
finger. "That's our mark,
Denny! My brother worked it out
and sent me a copy almost a year
ago!"
She did not voice the unspoken
question in both their minds. Here
was further proof that this gold
had come from Alder or Virginia
City, and it had been stolen from
the Garrison Company. It was unlikely 
that Kathleen's father and
brother had taken this from the
mines, Rattier, it represented dealings 
and profits over a period of
months in business. Had murder
accompanied theft?


CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
KATHLEEN and Rawls waited
on the river bank while the dusk
deepened, but most of the Indians
were busy farther upstream where
the current swirled with wreckage.
Some of them had gone out to
what remained or the , where
they prowled like alley cats.
"What do we do now?" Kathleen 
asked.
"We'll have to get horses,"
Rawls explained. "They should
have some around somewhere. Can
you ride?"
Her low laugh was a trifle shaky.
"I used to think I was a pretty fair
horsewoman. But I never tried an
Indian pony without a saddle."
"Or even a decent apology for
a bridle? But I guess you can do
anything you have to."
He led the way, circling back
from the water, heading upstream.
The Indians were sure that there
were no survivors, so they wouldn't
be on guard. Night closed down,
moonless and that was perfect for
their purpose. They must reach the

Though unfamiliar with this
particular country, Rawis knew
the general terrain, and he understood 
the habits of the Sioux. He
had no trouble, moving carefully
and using his ears, in locating
some of their cayuses, left hobbled
in a little meadow some distance
back from the river. A score of
horses were there, and careful
scouting failed to disclose any
guard.
Rawls moved quietly among the
horses, grunting a low, word in Indian, 
as their owners' would do. A
few reared away but there was no
great fright, and he selected two,
twisted rawhide about their jaws
expertly, and removed the bobbles.
The simple rawhide bridles that
the Indians used bad been conveniently 
on the branch of a tree at the
edge of the meadow.
Leaving one pony with Kathleen, 
Rawls swung on to the back
of the other, clamping his knees,
He'd ridden Indian horses before,
and he knew how to manage them.
This cayuse was unusually tractable, 
probably because it showed
signs of haying been ridden far
already today. He turned back to
where Kathleen waited.
"I think you can ride this one
without much trouble," he said,
and explained the method of controlling 
it, mostly with the knees
and a mere touch of the single
rein. "How is your arm?"
"I can use it a little," Kathleen
said.
He boosted her up, noted with
approval how quickly she jerked
her wet skirt up and clasped the
po with shapely legs; then he
was on the other cayuse. He had
to do his best riding, for this pony
recognized him as alien and was
not so tractable, but he managed
it.
They rode cautiously through
the blackness of a night fraught
with terror, through swamp and
thicket and brush crackling and
snapping beneath the feet of
prowling animals. Now and then
the warning rattle of a snake assailed 
their ears. Owis sent up
their doleful hoots to mingle somewhore 
in the distance with the savage 
whoop of an Indian venegefully 
pursuing his quarry.
Dawn found them spent with
fatigue, their frightened pomes
weary, exhausted as themselves.
But somehow they managed to

push onward, until in the early
morning light they came upon a
clearing in the woods.
Just ahead, among the screen of
trees, something moved. They
tensed, then watched, with increaseing 
wonder. There was a man
there, but he seemed furtive, as
anxious as themselves to escape
observation.
"He looks like a white man!"
Kathleen whispered.
"Jenkyn!" Rawls replied, and
his fingers on her arm cautioned
silence.
The Innocent had returned almost 
to the spot where he had first
appeared to signal the 
Now he was on foot, leading two
horses. Both were bridled and
saddled, and Rawls' eyes gleamed
at the sight. Those horses would
make a lot of difference to them.
It was plain that Jenkyn had returned 
here for some particular
purpose. He stopped, listening, furtively 
around, then, satisfied,
crossed to the foot of a big cottonwood. 
Scraping away leaves and
rubble from the big roots that
branched outward in a V, he
delved, straightened with an object
so heavy that he lifted it with difficulty. 

Rawls made out a pair of saddlebags. 
Jenkyn hoisted them to his
shoulder, turned toward one of the
horses. The river ran past below a
high bank, the water at its base
swift and savage, sucking into a
whirlpool as it struck the bank
and was turned.
Rawls slipped toward the outlaw, 
moving furtively. Whatever
Jenkyn was about, he'd be no more
likely to welcome their observation 
than that of the Indians. He'd
proved himself a renegade and
turncoat, and Rawls was of no
mind to trust him.
He had almost covered the space
between when a small stick
cracked underfoot Jenkyn spun
about, his blotched face losing
color, his eyes darting and wicked.
Rawls jumped at him.
Jenkyn was like a cornered animal—and 
just as dangerous. His
hand swept up, clutching a long
knife, and he slashed savagely. It
was a tricky blow, like the darting
of a snake, and almost as hard to
avoid. Rawls managed to twist
partly to the side, but the blade
caught and ripped through his shirt
sleeve, slashing from the shoulder
down, the edge of the blade coursing 
like a hot iron, blood, spurting
in its wake.
Rawls was barely conscious of
the pain, for now they were locked
together, each fighting for possession 
of the knife, for life.
Then Jenkyn twisted, heaving,
and the slippery leaves which were
thick underfoot aided him. Rawls
lost his footing and went down
heavily, Jenkyn uppermost, the
knife lifting ready for a plunge
that would end it.
There was nothing Rawls could
do, no chance to turn the blade or
evade Its sweep.
Then something moved beneath
their struggling bodies, a slippery,
slithering form instinctive with
norror. It reared a flat ugly head
at lightning speed and struck with
blind ferocity, and the tangs burled
themselves in Jenkyn's descending
arm, striking through the shirt
sleeve, then caught and clung in
the cloth. The outlaw's scream tore
his throat, and the deflected knife
burled itself in the ground, shearing 
oft the rattles that bad com
menced 
belatedly to sound their
warning.
There seemed no end to that
high bubbling scream. Jenkyn
lunged to his feet, running blindly.
As Rawls stood up, he was in time
to see a stumbling tumble that
sent the outlaw over the steep
bank and down to the tormented
waters.
Kathleen came to him, her eyes
big with question. "Did—did it—"
she faltered, and could not frame
the words with stiffened lips.
Rawls shook his head, his own
face drained of color. "Never
touched me," he reassured her, and
fought down an inclination toward
sickness.
For the first time he became
aware of the blood on his arm.
Kathleen examined the wound, her
eyes full of concern.
"It needs binding up," she said.
"Wait."
She turned her back, and there
was a sound of rending cloth: then
she bandaged the gash expertly.
Rawls was tempted to loiter, but
remembering Jenkyn's scream, he
turned to the horses. "We'd better
be getting out of here."
Jenkyn had loaded the saddlebags. 
Not waiting to see what they
might contain, they mounted and
swung the horses downstream.
With fresh mounts, there was a
possibility that, by traveling
steadily the rest of the day and
through the night, they might
overtake the 
They rode alertly for a while,
but relaxed as the valley remained
empty of Indians, Kathleen looked
hopefully across as she shifted
position.
"I don' t suppose there's a food, by
any chance, in those saddlebags?"
"I doubt it, but we'll have a
look," Rawls answered, and pulled
to a stop. Kathleen slid stiffly to
the ground, glad of a moment's
respite. Rawls lifted the bags
down, startled at their weight.
They were tied tightly, and he
fumbled the knots loose, got them
open. Kathleen crowded close.
Inside were four stout canvas
sacks, each one tied in turn. Even
as he lifted the first one out, feeling 
the solid chunk it made as he
set it down, Rawls knew what they
contained. Gold.
"Looks like he must have made
a haul as he was leaving the gold
camps," be said. "He'd cached it
there when he came on board the
other day, and he didn't want anybody 
to know about it."
Kathleen stared with quickening
breath, but it was not the gold itself 
that held her attention. On
each sack a symbol had been
painted, vaguely resembling in design 
the Masonic insignia. This
was a crossed pick and shovel, and
inside the inverted V thus formed
was the letter G.
"Garrison," Kathleen breathed,
and touched a sack with a tentative 
finger. "That's our mark,
Denny! My brother worked it out
and sent me a copy almost a year
ago!"
She did not voice the unspoken
question in both their minds. Here
was further proof that this gold
had come from Alder or Virginia
City, and it had been stolen from
the Garrison Company. It was unlikely 
that Kathleen's father and
brother had taken this from the
mines, Rattier, it represented dealings 
and profits over a period of
months in business. Had murder
accompanied theft?


Personal Mention
MRS. MANCHIS GRAY, 2090
Corry St. is having a Mother's Day
dinner for her mother, Mrs. Martha 
Roy, 1295 Kennedy St.
Mrs. Roy's guest will be Mrs.
Thomas Brown from Shilo Baptist 
Church, Mrs. Mary Halley
from Plum Point, Miss. Mrs. Watkins 
from First Baptist Beale St.
Her grandchildren, Shirley, Alberta 
and James William. Gray.

Letters To
the Editor
Editor, The World
Alpha Eta Zeta chapter of Zeta
Phi Beta Sorority cordially invites
you to attend the concert version
of "Carmen Jones," starring Muriel
Rahn, Tuesday May 8, 1953, at
8:00 p.m. at Ellis Auditorium.
Enclosed are two complimentary
tickets. We appreciate the splendid
publicity that you naive always
given our various activities. Especially 
noteworthy is the series of
articles, advertising "Carmen
Jones," which has appeared in several 
editions of Memphis World.
Kindly give consideration to the
services of your photographer at
the "Carmen Jones" performance.
Sincerely yours,
Helen N. Waterford, basileus
Bernice A. E. Callaway,
General Chairman
Dependents of more than 60 million 
people now have insurance protection 
under social security.
About 70 per cent of all living
persons who have ever contributed
to social security program now
have insurance protection.
Over 22 million persons are now
permanently insured for old-age and
survivors insurance because they
have been under the social security
program for more than 10 years.

SORORITY THANKS WORLD
FOB PUBLICITY
Editor, The World
Alpha Eta Zeta chapter of Zeta
Phi Beta Sorority cordially invites
you to attend the concert version
of "Carmen Jones," starring Muriel
Rahn, Tuesday May 8, 1953, at
8:00 p.m. at Ellis Auditorium.
Enclosed are two complimentary
tickets. We appreciate the splendid
publicity that you naive always
given our various activities. Especially 
noteworthy is the series of
articles, advertising "Carmen
Jones," which has appeared in several 
editions of Memphis World.
Kindly give consideration to the
services of your photographer at
the "Carmen Jones" performance.
Sincerely yours,
Helen N. Waterford, basileus
Bernice A. E. Callaway,
General Chairman
Dependents of more than 60 million 
people now have insurance protection 
under social security.
About 70 per cent of all living
persons who have ever contributed
to social security program now
have insurance protection.
Over 22 million persons are now
permanently insured for old-age and
survivors insurance because they
have been under the social security
program for more than 10 years.

Powell Urges

whole Senate bloc of declared liberals 
in both parties—will raise at
least a latent threat, the degree of
which will be determined by future
events, to the whole program of
the Republican Congressional leadership 
for an early adjournment.

Human Rights
Pact Altered
The United Nations Commission on
Human Rights, meeting in Geneva
to complete the drafting of covenants 
on human rights, last week decided 
that only nations may bring
charges of violations of the provisions 
of the covenants, which ultimately 
are to be submitted to the

signatory nations for ratification as
treaties.
The commission rejected a proposal 
to give the right to bring
charges of violations of human
rights to individuals, groups and
non-governmental organizations.
The effect of this decision is to
deny an opportunity for any person 
to bring charges to the United
Nations that his government is
violating human rights.
Such a charge would have to he
made by another government on
his behalf and might open the way
to an international controversy as
to whether the violations were a
matter of domestic concern or were
a matter about which the UN could
rightfully act.
Although Mrs. Oswald B. Lord is
attending the sessions of the commission, 
the United States has announced 
its intention not to sign
the proposed covenants or ratify
them as treaties.

Regal Beauty — Coronation Orange Pie
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"Water-Whip" method. Then there's the fabulous filling! A wonderful
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lemon flavor! Truly a pie fit to set before a Queen!

1 teaspoon gelatin
2 tablespoons cold water
2 egg yolks, slightly beaten
⅓ cup sugar
⅛ teaspoon salt
½ cup orange juke
2 teaspoons lemon juice
1 teaspoon grated orange rind
½ teaspoon grated lemon rind
2 egg whites
⅓ cup sugar
½ cup heavy cream
1 baked "Water-Whip" Orange
Pie Shell
1 cup heavy cream
1 cup fresh-grated coconut
Soften gelatin in water.... Put egg yolks, ⅓ cup sugar, salt, and
fruit juices in top of double boiler and mix.... Place over boiling
water and cook until thick and foamy, beating constantly with rotary
egg beater (about 5 min.).... Remove from hot water... Add gelatin
and fruit rinds and mix.... Let stand until slightly thickened (about
15 min.).... Beat egg whites until stiff, but not dry.... Add ⅓ cup
sugar gradually, beating well after each addition.... Fold into gelatin
mixture.... Beat ½ cup heavy cream stiff.... Fold into mixture....
Pile lightly in baked pie shell.... Chill in refrigerator several hours
or overnight.... Before serving, beat 1 cup heavy cream and spread
lightly on filling, leaving just a little of the filling showing around the
edge.... Make a "crown" around rim of pie by mounding the cream
vertically about ½" high around edge and piling it higher-at one place
to form an inverted "V" to simulate the point of the crown.... Rub
coconut between palms with a little grated orange rind to tint a
delicate yellow.... Sprinkle coconut over crown.... Keep pie refrigerated 
until all is used.

½ cup less 1 tablespoon Spry
3 tablespoons boiling water
1 teaspoon milk
½ teaspoon grated orange rind
1-¼ cups sifted all-purpose flour
½ teaspoon salt
Put Spry in medium-sized mixing bowl.... Add boiling water and
milk and break up shortening with fork.... Tilt bowl and whip with
fork until mixture is smooth and thick and holds soft peaks 
fork is lifted.... Stir in orange rind.... Sift flour and salt onto S
mixture. Stir quickly with round-the-bowl strokes, into a dough that
clings together. Pick up and work into a smooth dough; shape into a
flat round.... Put dough between two 12" squares of waxed paper
and roll into a circle about size of paper. Peel off top paper, place
pastry in 9" pie pan, pastry next to pan Carefully remove paper. Fit
pastry into pan, trim 1" beyond pan, turn back edge, flute rim Bake
in very hot oven (450°F.) 14-19 min.

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BALL WRECKS WALL
Believe it or
not, but a bowling ball busted a
wall in Ed Strege's new home.
Strege, after putting the finishing
touches on his new home, felt a
little stiff in the muscles and so,
picking up a bowling ball to li
up, took a practice swing. The 
slipped, went rocketing across the
floor and now trege plans to re-do
the living room wall.
Purge reveals that Soviet uses
secret police as envoys.