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1960-05-07
Thaddeus T. Stokes

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Mother's Day

Sunday, May 8, 1960 will be known and called "Mother's
Day" throughout the civilized world. The Mother's Day idea was
born in the fertile brain of Annie Jarvis. Little did she think when
she gave birth to the Mother's Day idea, that it would be universally 
acclaimed in such a short length of time.
The flower is a symbol. Those who are fortunate enough
to wear the red flower or emblem, tells a story that the mother
is still alive, while the unfortunate people, who will be wearing
the white rose tells a sad story, in that a white flower indicates
that the mother has gone to try the realities of another world.
Those fortunate people whose mother is still with them,
are alive so that the person may visit with them on Mother's
Day.
Mother is the best friend you ever had, she is always around
to make excuses for the mistakes or misgivings of her children.
One wise man said that, "all I am, or all I hope to be, I owe it
to my Mother." That statement is true as steel.
There are a lot of people who will be fortunate enough to
wear the red flower, apparently do not appreciate the value of
Mother. When everyone turns their back and walk away, Mother
will remain there to the last.
Now, to the fortunate people who will be wearing a red
flower next Sunday, if your mother lives a distance from you,
you should visit with her. If you can't pay her a visit, communicate 
with her in some form—by telegraph or telephone. Let
her know you are thinking of her.
Many of them are living within the evening of their lives
and you will not have the happy privilege of keeping Mother
with you, too much longer.
But, those sad people who by necessity will be wearing
the white flower, tell the world that their mother has gone from
them. Even though she isn't here, you should put forth some effort
to do those things on Mother's Day that she would appreciate
if she were here with you.
So, on this "Mother's Day" pay her a tribute by conducting
yourselves in a way that will bring credit to yourself and to the
one that gave birth to you.
We congratulate those that will be privileged to wear the
red rose, and we sympathize with those that must wear the
white rose.

Chessman Case Raises Issue
Of Capital Punishment
Caryl Chessman, a white Californian, is dead, his life taken
by his state for crimes of robbery, kidnapping, sex perversion
for which he was convicted twelve years ago.
Around his death the age-old controversy of capital punishment 
again rages. Should the state have the right-does anyone
other than God Himself—have the right to take a human life,
regardless of his crime?
Chessman, in prison, wrote books that called world-wide
attention to his case, and his execution in the California gas
chamber has brought international criticism of American justice
and political repercussions to Gov. Edmund G. Brown. In his
final talk to the prison warden, Chessman declared that he
was not the "red light bandit" for which crimes he had been
convicted, and in his will be left much of his $100,000 earned
from his prison-written books to be used in campaigns against
capital punishment.
In Europe, the seat of our Western civilization, newspapers,
prominent figures, and ordinary people recoiled with cries of
"shame" over the convict's death. In England, from whence we
inherited our American law, the London Daily Herald editorialized, 
"There must be shame in the hearts of most honest-togoodness 
Americans. . . . To add to this appalling penalty 12
years of menial agony is something which could never happen
in Britain. . . ."
All law abiding Americans perhaps subscribe to the basic
tenets of our justice which prescribe that: 1. The punishment
should be commensurate with the crime committed. 2. The
punishment should be sure and swift. 3. That the accused must
be guilty beyond a reasonable doubt. 4. That the punishment
should be a deterrent to crime.
Capital punishment does not only refer to the death penalty; 
life imprisonment is also "capital punishment." There are
those who would condone or advocate confinement for life, but
religiously condemn the "death penalty" under any circumstances. 
Then there are those who would say that only in the
case of deliberate murder, "a life for a life."
Does the death penalty deter crime? Certainly no one would
argue that swift and sure punishment does not deter crime.
Chessman's. 12 years of finding loop-holes in the law must indicate 
some fallacies in American legal structure. His punishment
was not swift. Perhaps this slowness should have alleviated the
extremeness of the penalty in his particular case.
Britain and the European countries, several of the American 
states, and the United States government, set forth the
death sentence as a penalty in an extremely limited number
of crimes.
If American legal proceedings were void of such apparent
fallacies as indicated in Chessman's 12 years of maneuverings,
if justice were absolutely true and sure, we could perhaps stand
for capital punishment without reservations.

Korea's Latest Tragedy
The irony of fate in all its tragic enactments followed closely 
on the sad plight of the aged Syngman Rhee, fallen President
of, Korea, in the slaying of the Vice President-elect, followed by
the execution of his mother and younger brother and then suicide 
for the executioner.
Rumors and protests around the recent election in Korea
brought to head the awful position that Korea now finds herself 
in.
Surely there must be a reign of sadness as these things
come with the downfall of a government.
For some time, President Syngman Rhee has been the center 
of controversy, Hit latest election was branded a fraud and
students were able to help stem a bloody revolution which caused 
the aged Rhee and his family to retire to an out-cottage as
private citizens.
Of late there is also a report of student uprisings at Istanbul, 
Turkey-where youth is attempting to carry on a program

of protest, meant to be heard in the councils of state.
What the world will say and what the United Nations will
finally do to discourage these tragedies and disarm whatever
it is that is spreading such a contagion around the globe remains 
to be seen.
Assuredly a critical situation seizes the world and there is
tension and unrest swinging around he land. All suggestive
that sanity, common sense and fairplay be asserted—while the
opportunity holds out.
The sympathy of the land goes out to the ill-fated Rhee
and the sad pall that shrouds his late capitol, casts its image
in every corridor of civilization.


THE LAND IS BRIGHT
BY JIM KJELGAARD
Copyright © 1958 by Jim Kjelgaard. Reprinted by permission
of the publisher, Dodd, Mead&Co., Inc. Distributed br K.F.S.
 Campbell
telegraphed from Richmond
that he would be in Denbury the
next day and his sister-in-law,
Betsie, was at the station to meet
him.
For a moment he hardly knew
her, she was so changed. Her
face was drawn with lines of
anxiety and sorrow. Her hair was
streaked with gray. But her carriage 
was proudly dignified as
she walked quickly toward Colin
and her welcoming hug was as
affectionate as ever. When they
pulled back from their embrace
to scrutinize each other, Colin
saw that there were tears running 
down her cheeks.
"Oh, Colin." she said, "I'm so
glad you're here. But you are
too late to see your father. He
died yesterday. Your telegram arrived 
an hour or so before he
died, and it made him happy o
know that you were all right and
that you were coming. He tell
asleep with a smile on his lips
and never woke up. He had been
fearful—you see, we are doubly
stricken."
"Doubly stricken?" Colin mumbled, 
his tongue thick and his
throat choked with sorrow.
"Your father's stroke was
brought on by the news that
Ralph had been killed in action."
Betsie and Macklyn's only son!
He had no words to express his
compassion as he pressed her to
him and cried. Death in old age
brought with it 8 grief softened
by inevitability, but the death of
a boy killed in bottle was only
harsh. Colin raged against fate,
against the cruelty and stupidity
of men. No wonder Betsie went
She would weep whenever she
thought of the baby boy she had
held in her arms, the child she
had raised to manhood, the proud
young cadet she had sent to war.
"Betsie," he said finally, "if I
had known—why didn't you let
me know sooner? is Macklyn
here? Were yon alone through
all this?"
"Macklyn came two days ago
and sent for you as soon as he
arrived. He has been in the West.
in Tennessee where the war has
been going badly, and he couldn't
get away sooner. He is waiting at
Quail Wings for us—we should
go."
They climbed into the carriage.
Toby, with a sympathetic smile
on his face, held the door for
them. At a glance, Colin saw that
the carriage needed paint and
that Toby's livery was frayed
The horses looked bony and overworked. 

Settling into the cushions, he
took Betsie's hand and asked
"When did you get the hews of
Ralph?"
"Two weeks ago. He had been
put in charge of a company of
marines and they were chasing
Tom Dare, who had commandeered 
a frigate—"
"Tom Dare! What has he got
to do with it?" Colin asked.
"Well, you know he had been
in charge of the supply center at
Dare's Landing and naturally a
good deal of money went through
his hands. He evidently decided
that he had backed the losing
side and if he wanted to keep
his fortune intact he had better
get away quickly. Jeannie went
with him."
Colin remembered a conversation 
with Tom Dare before the
war nearly two years ago, in
which Tom had said, "The South
cannot possibly win."
"Do you remember that Christmas 
dinner at Quail Wings when
Tom was so full of Southern
patriotism?" Colin asked Betsie.
"I reminded him then that he
was contradicting his previous
views But why should he go to
all that trouble He could have
gone north nt any time before the
war started find even afterward.
He could have acquired safe conduct." 

"He not only deserted, Colin.
He took Confederate gold with
him Before the war he must
have thought out his pose as a
rabad rehel Anyway, that's why
they, sent a ship after him. The
ship was sunk with all hands
lost' In a muffled voice she
added, "And Ralph was on the
ship."
"Anything for a dollar, honest
or d onest." Colin said bitterly
"And that Ralph should die because 
of that sneaking—"
"Don't!" Betsie interrupted.
'Please now that you know the
whole story, let's not talk ot it
any more. I can learn to face
the fact that Ralph is dead but
I can't bear to think about the
episode itself."
"I understand, Betsie" She was
right. To dwell on the injustice
of fate was to ro mad. "How had
things been at Quail Wings before 
tins happened?" he asked in
an attempt to find more solid
ground.
"It's been lonely, ot course,"
Betsie answered, "but your father 
and I wore too busy to mope.
Several ot the slaves ran away
north. Most of them your father
loaned to the government for factory 
work in Norfolk. There are
only five left at Quail Wings now
—and only one for the house. So
of course, there was plenty of
work for both of us."
"That house is so huge," Colin
said.
"We closed oft all but five
rooms last fall when it got cold
But even so—"
Colin glanced at her hands. The
nails were broken; the skin was
roughened. He took them and
raised them to his lips. "You are
a wonder, Betsie," he said.
Knowing how brief their time
together would be, Colin left
Betsie and Macklyn to themselves
as much as he could until after

the funeral. After crowded army
life, with its absolute lack of privacy, 
he was glad to be by himself. 
Riding through the fields,
most of them now gone to weeds,
on the elderly mare which was
the best mount Quail Wings stables 
now provided, he silently
nursed his grief.
Macklyn had to get back to his
command in Tennessee immediately 
after the funeral. But before 
he left the two brothers went
into their father's study, together.
Colin had an idea he wanted to
propose to Macklyn before he
left.
"I'm worried about Betsie," he
told Macklyn. "With Linda out
West and Lorena working in the
hospital at Richmond, she'll be
so alone now that Father's gone.
I'd like to suggest that she stay
at Campbell Hill It's safer up in
the mountains and Zack and Nell
would love to nave her there.
She'd have an easier lime ot it."
"It's very kind of you to suggest 
it, Colin," Macklyn answered.
He looked so worn by care and
sorrow that Colin wondered he
could make the effort to speak,
but his fine dark eyes still shone
with pride and intelligence. "By
all means suggest it to her. It
would relieve me a good deal if
she would do it, but I'm quite
sure she won't. She'll feel it's her
duty to stay here as custodian
of Quail Wings."
"I'll try to persuade her, anyway," 
Colin answered. "Before
yon leave, could you give me a
rough picture of how the war is
going? I only know what's happening 
in front of my own nose
and that seems on the whole successful." 

"Yes, the fighting goes well for
us n Virginia," Macklyn answered. 
"But we are losing on
other fronts. Soon we will be
completely blockaded unless by
some miracle we manage to maintain 
our hold on the Mississippi.
It takes a while to feel the effects,
but when the blockade is complete 
we will be squeezed into
submission. It is clear now that
England will not help us. It isn't
hopeless yet, but I'm afraid it
soon will be."
Colin groaned. This was what
he had feared before the war ever
began.
Macklyn stood up, his back
held straight and proud. "I'll say
goodbye to Betsie and then I
must go. It has been wonderful
to see you for this little time,
even if we were brought together
by father's death. In a way, I am
glad he died now—that he did not
live to see what I fear is in store
for us."

1958 by Jim Kjelgaard. Reprint granted by publisher. Dodd, Mead&Co., Inc. Dist. by King Feature! Syndicate

CHAPTER 26
BY JIM KJELGAARD
Copyright © 1958 by Jim Kjelgaard. Reprinted by permission
of the publisher, Dodd, Mead&Co., Inc. Distributed br K.F.S.
 Campbell
telegraphed from Richmond
that he would be in Denbury the
next day and his sister-in-law,
Betsie, was at the station to meet
him.
For a moment he hardly knew
her, she was so changed. Her
face was drawn with lines of
anxiety and sorrow. Her hair was
streaked with gray. But her carriage 
was proudly dignified as
she walked quickly toward Colin
and her welcoming hug was as
affectionate as ever. When they
pulled back from their embrace
to scrutinize each other, Colin
saw that there were tears running 
down her cheeks.
"Oh, Colin." she said, "I'm so
glad you're here. But you are
too late to see your father. He
died yesterday. Your telegram arrived 
an hour or so before he
died, and it made him happy o
know that you were all right and
that you were coming. He tell
asleep with a smile on his lips
and never woke up. He had been
fearful—you see, we are doubly
stricken."
"Doubly stricken?" Colin mumbled, 
his tongue thick and his
throat choked with sorrow.
"Your father's stroke was
brought on by the news that
Ralph had been killed in action."
Betsie and Macklyn's only son!
He had no words to express his
compassion as he pressed her to
him and cried. Death in old age
brought with it 8 grief softened
by inevitability, but the death of
a boy killed in bottle was only
harsh. Colin raged against fate,
against the cruelty and stupidity
of men. No wonder Betsie went
She would weep whenever she
thought of the baby boy she had
held in her arms, the child she
had raised to manhood, the proud
young cadet she had sent to war.
"Betsie," he said finally, "if I
had known—why didn't you let
me know sooner? is Macklyn
here? Were yon alone through
all this?"
"Macklyn came two days ago
and sent for you as soon as he
arrived. He has been in the West.
in Tennessee where the war has
been going badly, and he couldn't
get away sooner. He is waiting at
Quail Wings for us—we should
go."
They climbed into the carriage.
Toby, with a sympathetic smile
on his face, held the door for
them. At a glance, Colin saw that
the carriage needed paint and
that Toby's livery was frayed
The horses looked bony and overworked. 

Settling into the cushions, he
took Betsie's hand and asked
"When did you get the hews of
Ralph?"
"Two weeks ago. He had been
put in charge of a company of
marines and they were chasing
Tom Dare, who had commandeered 
a frigate—"
"Tom Dare! What has he got
to do with it?" Colin asked.
"Well, you know he had been
in charge of the supply center at
Dare's Landing and naturally a
good deal of money went through
his hands. He evidently decided
that he had backed the losing
side and if he wanted to keep
his fortune intact he had better
get away quickly. Jeannie went
with him."
Colin remembered a conversation 
with Tom Dare before the
war nearly two years ago, in
which Tom had said, "The South
cannot possibly win."
"Do you remember that Christmas 
dinner at Quail Wings when
Tom was so full of Southern
patriotism?" Colin asked Betsie.
"I reminded him then that he
was contradicting his previous
views But why should he go to
all that trouble He could have
gone north nt any time before the
war started find even afterward.
He could have acquired safe conduct." 

"He not only deserted, Colin.
He took Confederate gold with
him Before the war he must
have thought out his pose as a
rabad rehel Anyway, that's why
they, sent a ship after him. The
ship was sunk with all hands
lost' In a muffled voice she
added, "And Ralph was on the
ship."
"Anything for a dollar, honest
or d onest." Colin said bitterly
"And that Ralph should die because 
of that sneaking—"
"Don't!" Betsie interrupted.
'Please now that you know the
whole story, let's not talk ot it
any more. I can learn to face
the fact that Ralph is dead but
I can't bear to think about the
episode itself."
"I understand, Betsie" She was
right. To dwell on the injustice
of fate was to ro mad. "How had
things been at Quail Wings before 
tins happened?" he asked in
an attempt to find more solid
ground.
"It's been lonely, ot course,"
Betsie answered, "but your father 
and I wore too busy to mope.
Several ot the slaves ran away
north. Most of them your father
loaned to the government for factory 
work in Norfolk. There are
only five left at Quail Wings now
—and only one for the house. So
of course, there was plenty of
work for both of us."
"That house is so huge," Colin
said.
"We closed oft all but five
rooms last fall when it got cold
But even so—"
Colin glanced at her hands. The
nails were broken; the skin was
roughened. He took them and
raised them to his lips. "You are
a wonder, Betsie," he said.
Knowing how brief their time
together would be, Colin left
Betsie and Macklyn to themselves
as much as he could until after

the funeral. After crowded army
life, with its absolute lack of privacy, 
he was glad to be by himself. 
Riding through the fields,
most of them now gone to weeds,
on the elderly mare which was
the best mount Quail Wings stables 
now provided, he silently
nursed his grief.
Macklyn had to get back to his
command in Tennessee immediately 
after the funeral. But before 
he left the two brothers went
into their father's study, together.
Colin had an idea he wanted to
propose to Macklyn before he
left.
"I'm worried about Betsie," he
told Macklyn. "With Linda out
West and Lorena working in the
hospital at Richmond, she'll be
so alone now that Father's gone.
I'd like to suggest that she stay
at Campbell Hill It's safer up in
the mountains and Zack and Nell
would love to nave her there.
She'd have an easier lime ot it."
"It's very kind of you to suggest 
it, Colin," Macklyn answered.
He looked so worn by care and
sorrow that Colin wondered he
could make the effort to speak,
but his fine dark eyes still shone
with pride and intelligence. "By
all means suggest it to her. It
would relieve me a good deal if
she would do it, but I'm quite
sure she won't. She'll feel it's her
duty to stay here as custodian
of Quail Wings."
"I'll try to persuade her, anyway," 
Colin answered. "Before
yon leave, could you give me a
rough picture of how the war is
going? I only know what's happening 
in front of my own nose
and that seems on the whole successful." 

"Yes, the fighting goes well for
us n Virginia," Macklyn answered. 
"But we are losing on
other fronts. Soon we will be
completely blockaded unless by
some miracle we manage to maintain 
our hold on the Mississippi.
It takes a while to feel the effects,
but when the blockade is complete 
we will be squeezed into
submission. It is clear now that
England will not help us. It isn't
hopeless yet, but I'm afraid it
soon will be."
Colin groaned. This was what
he had feared before the war ever
began.
Macklyn stood up, his back
held straight and proud. "I'll say
goodbye to Betsie and then I
must go. It has been wonderful
to see you for this little time,
even if we were brought together
by father's death. In a way, I am
glad he died now—that he did not
live to see what I fear is in store
for us."

1958 by Jim Kjelgaard. Reprint granted by publisher. Dodd, Mead&Co., Inc. Dist. by King Feature! Syndicate

"Monument For Two"

By GEO. W. LEE
A million sundowns and a million
evening stars will fade in the immensity 
of the heavens, but this
monument standing spang in the
middle of the breeding place of
smoking red hot syncopation will
ring bells of memory for two men
whose names will be born by the
drift of echoes like winged music
through eternity.
The late W. C. Handy, brown son
of Beale Street who fathered the
blues and the honorable Frank
Ahlgren, white son of Main Street
who fathered the Idea for a monument 
to the immortality of a Negro. 

Despite the clash of race and
tradition these two men stood like
a tree planted by the waters unmoved 
by the ceremonies of human
judgement. Handy wrote his name
where few have seldom been traced,
while the living Ahlgren becomes a
study in the achievement of character. 

Handy was not of the South,
he was not of the North, he was
of the Universe, and all created
mankind was his brethern. Around
his fortunes, above his hopes, and
amidst his anxious tears gathered
the great minds and souls of this
nation to pay tribute to his amazing 
songs that contained within
them such earthly joys as miserable
man might briefly know.
When Columbus lifted white sales
in the sunset and planted the cross
at Salvador he discovered geographical 
America. When Handy looked 
into the face of that same old
sunset, and led his band to Madison
and Main Streets where he pressed
his golden trumpet to hot lips and
gave out with Mr, Crump, he discovered 
American music which was
far from being of purely dependent
growth parasitically clinging to
European culture, but rather expressing 
the mood and melody of

a whole era of American life — In
which work and sorrow songs rose
from the section hands laying railroads 
through the southern dust;
from the docks of the Mississippi
river where rousters, jay walked
down slippery gang planks from the
saloons and bawdy houses where
field hands "came to lay down their
burden and raise their voices in
wailing melody — from the honkytonks 
of saw mill town, accompanied 
by kidnapping and banjo
strumming.
W. C. Handy, who like Stephen
Foster Brooded over these songs
flowing in quick tears and laughter
— straight from the unhappy heart
of man. He discovered the music
with which to emphasize the native
and nationalistic elements of these
songs and gave them us a enduring 
gift to our treasury of music.
However, it was when he turned
to writing spirituals that there was
a conflict between Mr. Handy, the
father of the blues and Mr. Handy,
whose father wanted him to be a
minister, if his blues represented
wholesale' moral back sliding his
spiritual indeed were excursions into 
the dim and distant past where
he dreamed of a career in the
church. It was perhaps this conflict 
that gave such distinctive
quality to his songs, it makes them
more than songs, they are loving
shining symbols that only the
heart of man can understand.
It was a lonely Handy who in
1916 packed his trunk and made
his get away to Broadway. He had
no money, all he had was a battered 
grip full of songs. Beale Streeters 
called him a dreamer, but what
bands of today would have had the
chance to go to town on the Memphis 
Blues or any of the other
blues and jazz songs, that whisper
soft and low over the air and in
juke joints, from Beale Street to
Singapore and then back to the
cross load of southern and the yellow 
dogs.
If Handy had not penciled in on
music paper the dream that had
possessed him. He trod the invisible

Beale and from its steaming pavement 
leaped to a laughing star
then though the dark threating
clouds he saw the silver lining and
in due time rode down Broadway
on the advancing waves of circumstances 
to one of the highest pinnacles 
of earthly grandeur and renown. 

Today Handy returns to the street
that God gave him, never to leave
it again. He will stand here against
the resistless stroke of time holding
watch over his beloved Beale, as it
rambles for a crooked mile through
the busy heart of Memphis only
to lose its self in the muddy bottoma 
of East Street.
Rivers full of water nave rolled
down to the sea since that night
back in 1909, when re received the
impetus, that sent him along the
road to renown. Now the last evening 
sun has gone down for W. C.
but when it rises on the judgement 
day — my faith mothers the
belief that it will reveal three
bright mansions in the sky, the one
on the right for George Gershwin,
built out of Rhapsody in Blues, The
one on the left for Stephen Foster,
built out of My Old Kentucky
Home. Then a last long flash will
light up the evening skies and the
night falling from heaven on a
rope of twilight will roll back its
sable mantle long enough to reveal 
the mansion in the center for
W. C. Handy, built out of the Memphis 
Blues and the St. Louis Blues
and resting on the immortal foundation 
of those who sow in tears
will leap in joy.
The honorable Frank Ahlgren,
who fathered the idea of this
monument has demonstrated sufficient 
imagination and moral
courage to translate his idea into
a glorious reality. Working with
him has been a cross section of fine
citizens, though their contributions
and with a great big assist from
ASCAP, the job was done. The
finished product is a revealing picture 
of a healthy attitude toward
inter-group relations at a time
when America is confronted with
massive human . relation problems
and is being called upon to justify
itself in its beliefs and attitudes
to neutral world of more than
a billion people subject to the
tremendous fire power of communist 
propaganda.

JAY WALKED

By GEO. W. LEE
A million sundowns and a million
evening stars will fade in the immensity 
of the heavens, but this
monument standing spang in the
middle of the breeding place of
smoking red hot syncopation will
ring bells of memory for two men
whose names will be born by the
drift of echoes like winged music
through eternity.
The late W. C. Handy, brown son
of Beale Street who fathered the
blues and the honorable Frank
Ahlgren, white son of Main Street
who fathered the Idea for a monument 
to the immortality of a Negro. 

Despite the clash of race and
tradition these two men stood like
a tree planted by the waters unmoved 
by the ceremonies of human
judgement. Handy wrote his name
where few have seldom been traced,
while the living Ahlgren becomes a
study in the achievement of character. 

Handy was not of the South,
he was not of the North, he was
of the Universe, and all created
mankind was his brethern. Around
his fortunes, above his hopes, and
amidst his anxious tears gathered
the great minds and souls of this
nation to pay tribute to his amazing 
songs that contained within
them such earthly joys as miserable
man might briefly know.
When Columbus lifted white sales
in the sunset and planted the cross
at Salvador he discovered geographical 
America. When Handy looked 
into the face of that same old
sunset, and led his band to Madison
and Main Streets where he pressed
his golden trumpet to hot lips and
gave out with Mr, Crump, he discovered 
American music which was
far from being of purely dependent
growth parasitically clinging to
European culture, but rather expressing 
the mood and melody of

a whole era of American life — In
which work and sorrow songs rose
from the section hands laying railroads 
through the southern dust;
from the docks of the Mississippi
river where rousters, jay walked
down slippery gang planks from the
saloons and bawdy houses where
field hands "came to lay down their
burden and raise their voices in
wailing melody — from the honkytonks 
of saw mill town, accompanied 
by kidnapping and banjo
strumming.
W. C. Handy, who like Stephen
Foster Brooded over these songs
flowing in quick tears and laughter
— straight from the unhappy heart
of man. He discovered the music
with which to emphasize the native
and nationalistic elements of these
songs and gave them us a enduring 
gift to our treasury of music.
However, it was when he turned
to writing spirituals that there was
a conflict between Mr. Handy, the
father of the blues and Mr. Handy,
whose father wanted him to be a
minister, if his blues represented
wholesale' moral back sliding his
spiritual indeed were excursions into 
the dim and distant past where
he dreamed of a career in the
church. It was perhaps this conflict 
that gave such distinctive
quality to his songs, it makes them
more than songs, they are loving
shining symbols that only the
heart of man can understand.
It was a lonely Handy who in
1916 packed his trunk and made
his get away to Broadway. He had
no money, all he had was a battered 
grip full of songs. Beale Streeters 
called him a dreamer, but what
bands of today would have had the
chance to go to town on the Memphis 
Blues or any of the other
blues and jazz songs, that whisper
soft and low over the air and in
juke joints, from Beale Street to
Singapore and then back to the
cross load of southern and the yellow 
dogs.
If Handy had not penciled in on
music paper the dream that had
possessed him. He trod the invisible

Beale and from its steaming pavement 
leaped to a laughing star
then though the dark threating
clouds he saw the silver lining and
in due time rode down Broadway
on the advancing waves of circumstances 
to one of the highest pinnacles 
of earthly grandeur and renown. 

Today Handy returns to the street
that God gave him, never to leave
it again. He will stand here against
the resistless stroke of time holding
watch over his beloved Beale, as it
rambles for a crooked mile through
the busy heart of Memphis only
to lose its self in the muddy bottoma 
of East Street.
Rivers full of water nave rolled
down to the sea since that night
back in 1909, when re received the
impetus, that sent him along the
road to renown. Now the last evening 
sun has gone down for W. C.
but when it rises on the judgement 
day — my faith mothers the
belief that it will reveal three
bright mansions in the sky, the one
on the right for George Gershwin,
built out of Rhapsody in Blues, The
one on the left for Stephen Foster,
built out of My Old Kentucky
Home. Then a last long flash will
light up the evening skies and the
night falling from heaven on a
rope of twilight will roll back its
sable mantle long enough to reveal 
the mansion in the center for
W. C. Handy, built out of the Memphis 
Blues and the St. Louis Blues
and resting on the immortal foundation 
of those who sow in tears
will leap in joy.
The honorable Frank Ahlgren,
who fathered the idea of this
monument has demonstrated sufficient 
imagination and moral
courage to translate his idea into
a glorious reality. Working with
him has been a cross section of fine
citizens, though their contributions
and with a great big assist from
ASCAP, the job was done. The
finished product is a revealing picture 
of a healthy attitude toward
inter-group relations at a time
when America is confronted with
massive human . relation problems
and is being called upon to justify
itself in its beliefs and attitudes
to neutral world of more than
a billion people subject to the
tremendous fire power of communist 
propaganda.

SOFT AND LOW

By GEO. W. LEE
A million sundowns and a million
evening stars will fade in the immensity 
of the heavens, but this
monument standing spang in the
middle of the breeding place of
smoking red hot syncopation will
ring bells of memory for two men
whose names will be born by the
drift of echoes like winged music
through eternity.
The late W. C. Handy, brown son
of Beale Street who fathered the
blues and the honorable Frank
Ahlgren, white son of Main Street
who fathered the Idea for a monument 
to the immortality of a Negro. 

Despite the clash of race and
tradition these two men stood like
a tree planted by the waters unmoved 
by the ceremonies of human
judgement. Handy wrote his name
where few have seldom been traced,
while the living Ahlgren becomes a
study in the achievement of character. 

Handy was not of the South,
he was not of the North, he was
of the Universe, and all created
mankind was his brethern. Around
his fortunes, above his hopes, and
amidst his anxious tears gathered
the great minds and souls of this
nation to pay tribute to his amazing 
songs that contained within
them such earthly joys as miserable
man might briefly know.
When Columbus lifted white sales
in the sunset and planted the cross
at Salvador he discovered geographical 
America. When Handy looked 
into the face of that same old
sunset, and led his band to Madison
and Main Streets where he pressed
his golden trumpet to hot lips and
gave out with Mr, Crump, he discovered 
American music which was
far from being of purely dependent
growth parasitically clinging to
European culture, but rather expressing 
the mood and melody of

a whole era of American life — In
which work and sorrow songs rose
from the section hands laying railroads 
through the southern dust;
from the docks of the Mississippi
river where rousters, jay walked
down slippery gang planks from the
saloons and bawdy houses where
field hands "came to lay down their
burden and raise their voices in
wailing melody — from the honkytonks 
of saw mill town, accompanied 
by kidnapping and banjo
strumming.
W. C. Handy, who like Stephen
Foster Brooded over these songs
flowing in quick tears and laughter
— straight from the unhappy heart
of man. He discovered the music
with which to emphasize the native
and nationalistic elements of these
songs and gave them us a enduring 
gift to our treasury of music.
However, it was when he turned
to writing spirituals that there was
a conflict between Mr. Handy, the
father of the blues and Mr. Handy,
whose father wanted him to be a
minister, if his blues represented
wholesale' moral back sliding his
spiritual indeed were excursions into 
the dim and distant past where
he dreamed of a career in the
church. It was perhaps this conflict 
that gave such distinctive
quality to his songs, it makes them
more than songs, they are loving
shining symbols that only the
heart of man can understand.
It was a lonely Handy who in
1916 packed his trunk and made
his get away to Broadway. He had
no money, all he had was a battered 
grip full of songs. Beale Streeters 
called him a dreamer, but what
bands of today would have had the
chance to go to town on the Memphis 
Blues or any of the other
blues and jazz songs, that whisper
soft and low over the air and in
juke joints, from Beale Street to
Singapore and then back to the
cross load of southern and the yellow 
dogs.
If Handy had not penciled in on
music paper the dream that had
possessed him. He trod the invisible

Beale and from its steaming pavement 
leaped to a laughing star
then though the dark threating
clouds he saw the silver lining and
in due time rode down Broadway
on the advancing waves of circumstances 
to one of the highest pinnacles 
of earthly grandeur and renown. 

Today Handy returns to the street
that God gave him, never to leave
it again. He will stand here against
the resistless stroke of time holding
watch over his beloved Beale, as it
rambles for a crooked mile through
the busy heart of Memphis only
to lose its self in the muddy bottoma 
of East Street.
Rivers full of water nave rolled
down to the sea since that night
back in 1909, when re received the
impetus, that sent him along the
road to renown. Now the last evening 
sun has gone down for W. C.
but when it rises on the judgement 
day — my faith mothers the
belief that it will reveal three
bright mansions in the sky, the one
on the right for George Gershwin,
built out of Rhapsody in Blues, The
one on the left for Stephen Foster,
built out of My Old Kentucky
Home. Then a last long flash will
light up the evening skies and the
night falling from heaven on a
rope of twilight will roll back its
sable mantle long enough to reveal 
the mansion in the center for
W. C. Handy, built out of the Memphis 
Blues and the St. Louis Blues
and resting on the immortal foundation 
of those who sow in tears
will leap in joy.
The honorable Frank Ahlgren,
who fathered the idea of this
monument has demonstrated sufficient 
imagination and moral
courage to translate his idea into
a glorious reality. Working with
him has been a cross section of fine
citizens, though their contributions
and with a great big assist from
ASCAP, the job was done. The
finished product is a revealing picture 
of a healthy attitude toward
inter-group relations at a time
when America is confronted with
massive human . relation problems
and is being called upon to justify
itself in its beliefs and attitudes
to neutral world of more than
a billion people subject to the
tremendous fire power of communist 
propaganda.

SOW IN TEARS

By GEO. W. LEE
A million sundowns and a million
evening stars will fade in the immensity 
of the heavens, but this
monument standing spang in the
middle of the breeding place of
smoking red hot syncopation will
ring bells of memory for two men
whose names will be born by the
drift of echoes like winged music
through eternity.
The late W. C. Handy, brown son
of Beale Street who fathered the
blues and the honorable Frank
Ahlgren, white son of Main Street
who fathered the Idea for a monument 
to the immortality of a Negro. 

Despite the clash of race and
tradition these two men stood like
a tree planted by the waters unmoved 
by the ceremonies of human
judgement. Handy wrote his name
where few have seldom been traced,
while the living Ahlgren becomes a
study in the achievement of character. 

Handy was not of the South,
he was not of the North, he was
of the Universe, and all created
mankind was his brethern. Around
his fortunes, above his hopes, and
amidst his anxious tears gathered
the great minds and souls of this
nation to pay tribute to his amazing 
songs that contained within
them such earthly joys as miserable
man might briefly know.
When Columbus lifted white sales
in the sunset and planted the cross
at Salvador he discovered geographical 
America. When Handy looked 
into the face of that same old
sunset, and led his band to Madison
and Main Streets where he pressed
his golden trumpet to hot lips and
gave out with Mr, Crump, he discovered 
American music which was
far from being of purely dependent
growth parasitically clinging to
European culture, but rather expressing 
the mood and melody of

a whole era of American life — In
which work and sorrow songs rose
from the section hands laying railroads 
through the southern dust;
from the docks of the Mississippi
river where rousters, jay walked
down slippery gang planks from the
saloons and bawdy houses where
field hands "came to lay down their
burden and raise their voices in
wailing melody — from the honkytonks 
of saw mill town, accompanied 
by kidnapping and banjo
strumming.
W. C. Handy, who like Stephen
Foster Brooded over these songs
flowing in quick tears and laughter
— straight from the unhappy heart
of man. He discovered the music
with which to emphasize the native
and nationalistic elements of these
songs and gave them us a enduring 
gift to our treasury of music.
However, it was when he turned
to writing spirituals that there was
a conflict between Mr. Handy, the
father of the blues and Mr. Handy,
whose father wanted him to be a
minister, if his blues represented
wholesale' moral back sliding his
spiritual indeed were excursions into 
the dim and distant past where
he dreamed of a career in the
church. It was perhaps this conflict 
that gave such distinctive
quality to his songs, it makes them
more than songs, they are loving
shining symbols that only the
heart of man can understand.
It was a lonely Handy who in
1916 packed his trunk and made
his get away to Broadway. He had
no money, all he had was a battered 
grip full of songs. Beale Streeters 
called him a dreamer, but what
bands of today would have had the
chance to go to town on the Memphis 
Blues or any of the other
blues and jazz songs, that whisper
soft and low over the air and in
juke joints, from Beale Street to
Singapore and then back to the
cross load of southern and the yellow 
dogs.
If Handy had not penciled in on
music paper the dream that had
possessed him. He trod the invisible

Beale and from its steaming pavement 
leaped to a laughing star
then though the dark threating
clouds he saw the silver lining and
in due time rode down Broadway
on the advancing waves of circumstances 
to one of the highest pinnacles 
of earthly grandeur and renown. 

Today Handy returns to the street
that God gave him, never to leave
it again. He will stand here against
the resistless stroke of time holding
watch over his beloved Beale, as it
rambles for a crooked mile through
the busy heart of Memphis only
to lose its self in the muddy bottoma 
of East Street.
Rivers full of water nave rolled
down to the sea since that night
back in 1909, when re received the
impetus, that sent him along the
road to renown. Now the last evening 
sun has gone down for W. C.
but when it rises on the judgement 
day — my faith mothers the
belief that it will reveal three
bright mansions in the sky, the one
on the right for George Gershwin,
built out of Rhapsody in Blues, The
one on the left for Stephen Foster,
built out of My Old Kentucky
Home. Then a last long flash will
light up the evening skies and the
night falling from heaven on a
rope of twilight will roll back its
sable mantle long enough to reveal 
the mansion in the center for
W. C. Handy, built out of the Memphis 
Blues and the St. Louis Blues
and resting on the immortal foundation 
of those who sow in tears
will leap in joy.
The honorable Frank Ahlgren,
who fathered the idea of this
monument has demonstrated sufficient 
imagination and moral
courage to translate his idea into
a glorious reality. Working with
him has been a cross section of fine
citizens, though their contributions
and with a great big assist from
ASCAP, the job was done. The
finished product is a revealing picture 
of a healthy attitude toward
inter-group relations at a time
when America is confronted with
massive human . relation problems
and is being called upon to justify
itself in its beliefs and attitudes
to neutral world of more than
a billion people subject to the
tremendous fire power of communist 
propaganda.

Methodists In

that cutting off funds from a
Southern school could set off a
"chain reaction which would result,
in some Southern Methodists cutting 
off financial support Ot the
church.
Urging the conference to avoid
actions that "inflame emotions,' the
Rev. Mr. Nichols pleaded:
"Don't pull the rug from under
white minister of the South who

are trying their dead-level best to
bring our area to a Christian understanding 
of this problem. You
don't know what we're going
through down there."

Lawson Explains
Sit-In Movement
The "sit-ins" which are sweeping
across America, particularly in
Southern state, is "not necessarily
a movement tot- desegregations in
itself," Rather, "desegregation is only 
one step toward the re-evaluation
of our tows, customs and our God.
The-sit-ins (or passive resistance
movement is more' than the desire
for integration of the races," explains 
Rev. James Lawson, (who
was forced out of Vanderbilt's theologicoal 
seminary in Nashville recently 
for tote participation in that
city's sit-ins) who spoke at a mass
meeting of the Memphis and Shelby 
County Improvement Association, 
held at Mt. Nebo Baptist
Church last Monday night.
Earlier in the day Rev. Lawson,
who was in his senior year at Venderbilt, 
conducted workshop in
"passive resistance." A number of
local high school students attended
the session.
The young, dynamic minister told
the estimated 300 at Mt. Nebo Monday 
night that "silt-ins" is oresenting 
a "message of judgement
to our time — to our adults, and
the community. He added, "we are
raising a moral issue. We contend
that it is an evil system "before
man and God."

Dr. Marvin L. Head
"Active Member" In
Learned Association
The dean of LeMoyne college,
Dr. Marvin L. Head, was notified
last Saturday that he has been
elected to active membership in the
American Association on Mental
deficiency, a learned association
composed of scholars and researchers, 
who concern themselves with the
cause and treatment of mental retardation. 

Approximately 5,500 persons hold
memberships in the international
organization which spreads across
about 23 countries. Here In Memphis, 
there are only three members
other than Dr. Head. The other
three members are: Nelmf Boone,
associate professor of psychology at
the University of Tennessee's College 
of Medicine; Miss Betty Foley,
master of social work at LeBonheur
Children's hospital; Robert Jordan,
director of the Clinic for Retarded
Children at the University of Tennessee; 
and William Von Lackum,
director of Clinical Psychology at
the University Tennessee's College
of Medicine.
Dr. Head read a paper "Experimental 
Program For Severely Retarded 
Children" in 1957.
Members are elected in recognition 
of basic contributions to the
field of mental deficiency. There are
"four ranks" of associations within
the organization. First? one becomes 
eligible to enter as "an affiliate" 
then "student affiliate",
the "active members" and last "associate" 

The annual convention of the
American Association on Mental
Deficiency is scheduled to convene
in Baltimore, Md., May 17-21. Dr.
Head said he has attended every
convention during the last five
years. However, he said he had not
decided definitely whether or not
he wil lattend the upcoming one.

Mississippi Swimming

to set aside a section of the beach
for use by Negroes, but Mason told
UPI "This plan is hog wash. A separate 
section will never be acceptable." 

Mason said the Harrison County
citizens' group, composed of
Negroes seeking use of the beach,
had tentatively scheduled a meeting 
for Sunday afternoon.
"However, we will not meet unless 
the city agrees to furnish proper 
police protection against possible 
attacks," he said.
Carter returned to New York late
Saturday after discussion with Mason, 
Dunn and Medgar Evers of
Jackson, state NAACP field secretary. 
He was collecting information
and several documents to be used
in the case.
The beach was developed and
maintained by public funds, but
persons holding title to lands
fronting the beach hold bipartisan
rights to it. The legal question to
be solved is whether the beach is
public or private.
Mason said several Negroes who
went to the beach last Sunday have
been fired by their white employers. 
"We are boycotting these employers 
and other businesses not in
sympathy with us," said Mason.
Mason charged that the beach
fights, in which at least 15 were
injured, were touched off by white
authorities rejecting previous requests 
by Negroes for beach privileges 
with statements that such
privileges would result in violence.
"They alway predicted violence
in loud statements that were sure
to be heard by any angry and demented 
groups," he said.
The white and Negro Gulf Coast
Ministerial Associations, following
a series of meetings, issued a joint
statement appealing for peace and
order during the weekend.

BEACH PUBLIC
OR PRIVATE?

to set aside a section of the beach
for use by Negroes, but Mason told
UPI "This plan is hog wash. A separate 
section will never be acceptable." 

Mason said the Harrison County
citizens' group, composed of
Negroes seeking use of the beach,
had tentatively scheduled a meeting 
for Sunday afternoon.
"However, we will not meet unless 
the city agrees to furnish proper 
police protection against possible 
attacks," he said.
Carter returned to New York late
Saturday after discussion with Mason, 
Dunn and Medgar Evers of
Jackson, state NAACP field secretary. 
He was collecting information
and several documents to be used
in the case.
The beach was developed and
maintained by public funds, but
persons holding title to lands
fronting the beach hold bipartisan
rights to it. The legal question to
be solved is whether the beach is
public or private.
Mason said several Negroes who
went to the beach last Sunday have
been fired by their white employers. 
"We are boycotting these employers 
and other businesses not in
sympathy with us," said Mason.
Mason charged that the beach
fights, in which at least 15 were
injured, were touched off by white
authorities rejecting previous requests 
by Negroes for beach privileges 
with statements that such
privileges would result in violence.
"They alway predicted violence
in loud statements that were sure
to be heard by any angry and demented 
groups," he said.
The white and Negro Gulf Coast
Ministerial Associations, following
a series of meetings, issued a joint
statement appealing for peace and
order during the weekend.

Be a
TWO MILK
Family
STA SLIN
FOR
"FIGURE"

WHOLE MILK
FOR
VIGOR

INFANTRY SHOWS OFF
FOR IKE AT BENNING

The Army's missile display left him
impressed and firmly convinced that
America is powerfully capable of
deefnding itself.
"A day like this makes a man
quite ready to rail oil those people
mistaken who say America has become 
soft and not capable of defending 
itself," the President said.
The President concluded his visit 
with the infantry in the late afternoon 
and took off on the return

jet fight to washington at 5:29 p.
m. e. d. t.
The Army unveiled but did not
fire its highly secret Davy Crocket 
rocket system that could alter
drastically the concept of infantry 
warfare.
The Davy Crockett, capable of
hurling either a nuclear or a conventional 
warhead end be mancarried 
end fired from a tripod by
three soldiers on foot or by two
men from a Jeep. The weapons are
designed for close-range operation
without endangering nearby friendly 
troops or civilian population.
Eisenhower, who dew southward
Tuesday morning to the Huge infantry 
center where he was twice
stationed as a young officer, saw
a demonstration firing of the "Honest 
John" field artillery rocket; the
175-millimeter atomic cannon-which
fired conventional shells Tuesday;
helicopters firing guided missiles
with unerring accuracy at tank targats 
and the Army's new M-60 tank
with its 105 mm. rifle.

UNVEILED THE CROCKETT

The Army's missile display left him
impressed and firmly convinced that
America is powerfully capable of
deefnding itself.
"A day like this makes a man
quite ready to rail oil those people
mistaken who say America has become 
soft and not capable of defending 
itself," the President said.
The President concluded his visit 
with the infantry in the late afternoon 
and took off on the return

jet fight to washington at 5:29 p.
m. e. d. t.
The Army unveiled but did not
fire its highly secret Davy Crocket 
rocket system that could alter
drastically the concept of infantry 
warfare.
The Davy Crockett, capable of
hurling either a nuclear or a conventional 
warhead end be mancarried 
end fired from a tripod by
three soldiers on foot or by two
men from a Jeep. The weapons are
designed for close-range operation
without endangering nearby friendly 
troops or civilian population.
Eisenhower, who dew southward
Tuesday morning to the Huge infantry 
center where he was twice
stationed as a young officer, saw
a demonstration firing of the "Honest 
John" field artillery rocket; the
175-millimeter atomic cannon-which
fired conventional shells Tuesday;
helicopters firing guided missiles
with unerring accuracy at tank targats 
and the Army's new M-60 tank
with its 105 mm. rifle.

Nixon Would

nomination and has appeared available 
if a draft movement should
develop. In any case, many Republicans 
feel a Nixon-Rockefeller ticket 
would be a sure winner in November. 

Sources close to Nixon conceded
his current thinking on civil rights
represents a modification of an
earlier hard stand in favor of more
stringent federal power to enforce
integration.
But they noted that the Eisenhower 
administration also shifted
this year toward the middle of the
road.
But as the probable Republican
presidential nominee he intends to
see that the GOP platform accurately 
reflects the administration position 
on civil rights—and his own.
This includes continued support
of the Supreme Court desegregation
decision as the "law of the land"
and a desire to give legal status to
GOP efforts to bar discrimination
in employment. Congress deleted
both points from its 1960 civil rights
bill.

ADMINISTRATION
SHIFTS STAND

nomination and has appeared available 
if a draft movement should
develop. In any case, many Republicans 
feel a Nixon-Rockefeller ticket 
would be a sure winner in November. 

Sources close to Nixon conceded
his current thinking on civil rights
represents a modification of an
earlier hard stand in favor of more
stringent federal power to enforce
integration.
But they noted that the Eisenhower 
administration also shifted
this year toward the middle of the
road.
But as the probable Republican
presidential nominee he intends to
see that the GOP platform accurately 
reflects the administration position 
on civil rights—and his own.
This includes continued support
of the Supreme Court desegregation
decision as the "law of the land"
and a desire to give legal status to
GOP efforts to bar discrimination
in employment. Congress deleted
both points from its 1960 civil rights
bill.

Judge Rejects

groes were denied use of various
city facilities.
But Negro attorney Ernest D.
Jackson argued that custom, policy 
and usage of enforced segregation 
at the facilities was sufficient
to make a valid complaint.
Jackson maintained the constitutional 
rights of Negroes were violated 
by segregation policies.
Simpson denied both the motion
for dismissal and a motion asking
for a more definite statement on
instances where Negroes' rights
were violated. He granted part of
a third motion to strike out certain
wording in the suit.
The suit was one of the latest
moves in efforts to integrate public
facilities in Jacksonville. The city
recently sold two municipal golf
courses which had been ordered desegregated 
by federal judge.

Memphians To

lie school segregation unconstitutional. 
Rev. David S. Cunningham
is persident of the local NAACP
chapter.
Goal for the 1960 membership
drive is 5,000 members. To date
mare than 4,200 memberships have
been reported. Mrs. Maxine Smith,
chairman of the membership campaign, 
Said officials hope to exceed
their goal. "By May 17, we hope
to have obtained 6,000 memberships," 
Mrs. Smith said.
Mrs. Smith said lit is "very urgent" 
that all campaign Markers
put forth extra effort during, the
next week in order to make our
drive successful."

Tempers Flare

the center of the controversy arising 
around the seating of the general 
beard.
Dr. Jackson, and some of bis associates 
failed to get elected to this
general conference. Had the motion 
passed, they would have been
seated. The conference almost went
into another uproar when the motion 
was made to seat the chaplains
The net results: The delegation
will be kept small.
Bishop D. Ward Nichols, who is
under suspension from his district,
arrived from New York with the
new New York delegation.
Apparently there was something
in the report of the judicial council 
which would affect his status.
At any rate thus for after Bishop
Greene called 12 times for the judicial 
council's report, it was not
reported.
So for nothing at all has been accomplished 
at this session of the
general conference, except the celebration 
of the Lord's Supper, and
the preaching of the quadrennial
sermon.
The sessions are being held in
the huge Shriner"s Auditorium.
Bishop R. R. Wright, Jr., is host
bishop. Dr. D. Z. Tyles, and H. H.
Brookins axe host pastor, and presiding 
elder.
Many candidates for the bishopric
have set up headquarters, and are
doing business talking with delegates. 


Londoners Hit

sources said the minister felt the.
latest developments at Geneva were
promising and could lead to signing 
of a nuclear test ban treaty.
The Commonwealth prime ministers' 
meeting agred Tuesday that
South Africa's racial policies should
be discussed informally, out of the
conference room.
The first of these discussions was
held Wednesday at No. 10 Downing
Street. Louw met with Prime Ministera 
Jawaharlal Nehru of India,
Robert G. Menzies of Australia,
Walter Nash of New Zealand and
Tunku Abdul Rahman and President 
Mohammed Ayuk Khan of
Pakistan.

Campaign Faces Setback
The World
Health Organization, WHO, opened
its 13th Annual Assembly Tuesday
With a warning that unless $7 million 
are found immediately the
world-wide malaria eradication
campaign faces drastic setback.
Since the program started in 1956,
the United States has contributed
more than 90 per cent of the $12
million expended in the drive in 62
countries and territories.
Adenauer warms of agreement
at own expense.

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