Memphis World Memphis World Publishing Co. 1950-05-23 Lewis O. Swingler MEMPHIS WORLD The South's Oldest and Leading Colored Semi-Weekly Newspaper Published by MEMPHIS WORLD PUBLISHING CO. Every TUESDAY and FRIDAY at 164 BEALE—Phone 8-4030 Entered in the Post Office at Memphis, Tenn., as second-class mail under the Act of Congress, March 1, 1879 Member of SCOTT NEWSPAPER SYNDICATE W. A. Scott, II. Founder, C. A. Scott, General Manager LEWIS O. SWINGLER Editor A. G. SHIELDS, Jr. Advertising Manager The MEMPHIS WORLD is an independent newspaper—non sectarian and non-partisan printing news unblasedly and supporting those things it believes to the interest of its readers and opposing those things against the interest of its readers. SUBSCRIPTION RATES Year $5.00—6 Months $3.00—3 Months $1.50 (In Advance) Beyond The Horizon Beyond the horizon America waited—a land of forests and lowering mountains; an untamed land ... America waited. The first of Europe's peoples brave enough to sail across endless seas for new freedoms; strong enough to carve out new homes from the wilderness; determined enough to build new lives on new frontiers of land beyond the horizon. They reached, too, for new frontiers of the mind They wrote: "We hold these truths... that all men are created equal . . . They are endowed by their Creator with certain inalienable rights. . . Life ... Liberty ... Pursuit of Happiness. And they fought and died to make safe that new frontier of mind-that new concept of human dignity -for their right to march on beyond the horizon. With their freedom won they pushed westward, saying: "When you see the smoke of your neighbor's chimney, it's time to move on". Yes, on into the setting sun - in prairie schooners 'cross the plains; on sailing ships round the Horn; on to new frontiers of land beyond the horizon. But when they reached the Pacific, some cried: "Now-no new land to find. No more new horizons". Yet, in others' minds sprang still newer frontiers-the harvester to cut prairie grain; the steamboat to ply the rivers; power looms to weave cloth for clothes. New frontiers—of test tube and machine—of technology. And Americans found new strength beyond the horizon. From Europe's old, tired nations came others—new pioneers— and read on Liberty's Statute: "Give me your tired, your poor, your huddled masses yearning to breathe free ... I lift my lamp beside the golden door." And in the hearts of these new frontiersmen was kindled the spark of freedom-of the chance to build beyond the horizon. And America grew strong—outstripped in material wealth the whole of the Old World. Skyscrapers reached high into the clouds; machines echoed the beat of ocean waves; power of rushing rivers and glittering oil was harnessed—to do her people's bidding. New drugs saved lives; new paring knives sold for a dime each; new opportunity to move ahead for a people who looked beyond the horizon. But freedom was never cheap . . . never sure. And Americans sweated and fought and died as its price in muddy trenches of the Argonne; in steeping jungles of the Philippines. They sweated and fought and died to insure their nation's right ...the right of their children yet unborn . . . to look and to travel as free men beyond the horizon. Yet today some cry: "There are no new frontier, now" "We've expanded to the limit' "Let's divide everything—not try to multiply it" "let the Government plan . . . blueprint . . . organize everything". While mourning those who died for freedom, they shout: "Let others tell us what to do". 'There are no new horizons now". Have they forgotten so soon? Will we trade our success for failure? Will we sell our birthrights . . . of opportunity ... of human dignity, for a mess of pottage ... a promise of Utopia from foreign lands? ... a twisted phrase like "common man"?. . . a ball and chain ... "gilt-edged security"? Or will we have a new birth of freedom. Will we keep high the torch ... for the tired, the poor, the huddled masses yearning to breathe free. Will we know that our frontiers of mind and heart are endless. That our stars . . . freedom, opportunity, faith ... are ever constant. That our sun, the future unlimited, lies beyond the horizon. And man discovered the power of the sun itself. He-split an atom and cringed before it as cave man had cringed before fire. But as free man he can harness it to his chariot . . . and as free man, stand upright as man should, unafraid in his journey beyond the horizon. (This article was, dedicated to American Heritage . . .in commemoration of the 10th Anniversary of the Independent Press Service. April 20th. 1950) Saps are the ones who keep games of chance running and make them profitable to the operators. Faith in the future and work will keep the nation prosperous; there still are few short cuts to fortunes. Hard work makes almost any job easy; backing off and delaying the job makes any undertaking impossible. Brief Comments Beyond the horizon America waited—a land of forests and lowering mountains; an untamed land ... America waited. The first of Europe's peoples brave enough to sail across endless seas for new freedoms; strong enough to carve out new homes from the wilderness; determined enough to build new lives on new frontiers of land beyond the horizon. They reached, too, for new frontiers of the mind They wrote: "We hold these truths... that all men are created equal . . . They are endowed by their Creator with certain inalienable rights. . . Life ... Liberty ... Pursuit of Happiness. And they fought and died to make safe that new frontier of mind-that new concept of human dignity -for their right to march on beyond the horizon. With their freedom won they pushed westward, saying: "When you see the smoke of your neighbor's chimney, it's time to move on". Yes, on into the setting sun - in prairie schooners 'cross the plains; on sailing ships round the Horn; on to new frontiers of land beyond the horizon. But when they reached the Pacific, some cried: "Now-no new land to find. No more new horizons". Yet, in others' minds sprang still newer frontiers-the harvester to cut prairie grain; the steamboat to ply the rivers; power looms to weave cloth for clothes. New frontiers—of test tube and machine—of technology. And Americans found new strength beyond the horizon. From Europe's old, tired nations came others—new pioneers— and read on Liberty's Statute: "Give me your tired, your poor, your huddled masses yearning to breathe free ... I lift my lamp beside the golden door." And in the hearts of these new frontiersmen was kindled the spark of freedom-of the chance to build beyond the horizon. And America grew strong—outstripped in material wealth the whole of the Old World. Skyscrapers reached high into the clouds; machines echoed the beat of ocean waves; power of rushing rivers and glittering oil was harnessed—to do her people's bidding. New drugs saved lives; new paring knives sold for a dime each; new opportunity to move ahead for a people who looked beyond the horizon. But freedom was never cheap . . . never sure. And Americans sweated and fought and died as its price in muddy trenches of the Argonne; in steeping jungles of the Philippines. They sweated and fought and died to insure their nation's right ...the right of their children yet unborn . . . to look and to travel as free men beyond the horizon. Yet today some cry: "There are no new frontier, now" "We've expanded to the limit' "Let's divide everything—not try to multiply it" "let the Government plan . . . blueprint . . . organize everything". While mourning those who died for freedom, they shout: "Let others tell us what to do". 'There are no new horizons now". Have they forgotten so soon? Will we trade our success for failure? Will we sell our birthrights . . . of opportunity ... of human dignity, for a mess of pottage ... a promise of Utopia from foreign lands? ... a twisted phrase like "common man"?. . . a ball and chain ... "gilt-edged security"? Or will we have a new birth of freedom. Will we keep high the torch ... for the tired, the poor, the huddled masses yearning to breathe free. Will we know that our frontiers of mind and heart are endless. That our stars . . . freedom, opportunity, faith ... are ever constant. That our sun, the future unlimited, lies beyond the horizon. And man discovered the power of the sun itself. He-split an atom and cringed before it as cave man had cringed before fire. But as free man he can harness it to his chariot . . . and as free man, stand upright as man should, unafraid in his journey beyond the horizon. (This article was, dedicated to American Heritage . . .in commemoration of the 10th Anniversary of the Independent Press Service. April 20th. 1950) Saps are the ones who keep games of chance running and make them profitable to the operators. Faith in the future and work will keep the nation prosperous; there still are few short cuts to fortunes. Hard work makes almost any job easy; backing off and delaying the job makes any undertaking impossible. A GOOD COMPANION! There's harmony in Bond & Lillard, tool This fine Kentucky whiskey has been a companionable favorite since 1869 93 PROOF NATIONAL DISTILLERS PRODUCTS CORPORATION, NEW YORK, N. Y. 65% FRAIN NEURAL SPIRITS REVIEWING THE NEWS BY WILLIAM GORDON The President believes that expansion of our economy is required to provide fuller markets for the rising productive capacity of factories and farms and to provide adequate employment opportunities for a growing labor force. Mr. Truman also points out that more than ninety per cent of the nation's four million business concerns are classified as small business ventures which provide jobs for over 20,000,000 persons. This is roughly half of the private non-farm employment in the nation. The President goes into a fivepoint program which he believes is simple enough to be operated within the framework of oar economic system, and likewise cost the government very little to maintain. He thinks it will lessen the obstacles that impedes progress of small and independent business and provide an incentive for expansion. Such a program, it is believed would also retain in the hands of private enterprise, full responsibility for ownership and management. Americans must keep in mind that the full growth and development of our economic order in the United States, stems from the incentive of the small business man who, from the very beginning, was willing to take a risk. In order to maintain our present way of life here in the United States, we must protect the small grocer, the small druggist and the small business man in general, who is a major cog in the wheel of present-day industrial development. The nucleus of our total community development and the way of life for which we stand, must be retained through creation of assistance and additional opportunities for the small business man. He is responsible for making our whole democratic process possible. Protect Free Enterprise BY WILLIAM GORDON The President believes that expansion of our economy is required to provide fuller markets for the rising productive capacity of factories and farms and to provide adequate employment opportunities for a growing labor force. Mr. Truman also points out that more than ninety per cent of the nation's four million business concerns are classified as small business ventures which provide jobs for over 20,000,000 persons. This is roughly half of the private non-farm employment in the nation. The President goes into a fivepoint program which he believes is simple enough to be operated within the framework of oar economic system, and likewise cost the government very little to maintain. He thinks it will lessen the obstacles that impedes progress of small and independent business and provide an incentive for expansion. Such a program, it is believed would also retain in the hands of private enterprise, full responsibility for ownership and management. Americans must keep in mind that the full growth and development of our economic order in the United States, stems from the incentive of the small business man who, from the very beginning, was willing to take a risk. In order to maintain our present way of life here in the United States, we must protect the small grocer, the small druggist and the small business man in general, who is a major cog in the wheel of present-day industrial development. The nucleus of our total community development and the way of life for which we stand, must be retained through creation of assistance and additional opportunities for the small business man. He is responsible for making our whole democratic process possible. Attitude Of sion's However. I am in favor of anti-lynch, anti-poll tax and fair employment legislation. "What you must understand is that our party is not strictly a Northern party, u the Republican outfit Historically, the Democratic party has been a Northern-Southern party. "Federal bans on segregation in housing, education, and other social aspects—as the President's commission recommended — would start another civil war, and I don't want another civil war." At this point the former University of Chicago professor took a position similar to some southern sentors. "Let these social issues depend on time and community changes to correct themselves," he declared. He did not say when that "right time" would come. Douglas was reminded that Negroes also make up the Democratic party and that they were very important people around election time. "Just as I said before." he answered. "my position may lose me a 100,000 votes, but that's how I feel " Federal Security Administrator Oscar Ewing—generally recognized as a liberal—also added a "go-slow" tone to his speech during the Civil Rights panel. He spoke strongly in favor of racial equality, but added: "When I was a kid, I liked blackberry pie. and I discovered that when I picked them myself my mother would cook them quicker. I also discovered that I could not pick them all at once. When gathered one at a time, they would GRADUALLY fill up. the bucket. "I couldn't get anywhere trying to grab a handful at a time" he said. Some Negro observers at the session interpreted this to mean that Ewing felt Negroes should not push "too hard" for Administration campaign promises. TIME AND CHANGES sion's However. I am in favor of anti-lynch, anti-poll tax and fair employment legislation. "What you must understand is that our party is not strictly a Northern party, u the Republican outfit Historically, the Democratic party has been a Northern-Southern party. "Federal bans on segregation in housing, education, and other social aspects—as the President's commission recommended — would start another civil war, and I don't want another civil war." At this point the former University of Chicago professor took a position similar to some southern sentors. "Let these social issues depend on time and community changes to correct themselves," he declared. He did not say when that "right time" would come. Douglas was reminded that Negroes also make up the Democratic party and that they were very important people around election time. "Just as I said before." he answered. "my position may lose me a 100,000 votes, but that's how I feel " Federal Security Administrator Oscar Ewing—generally recognized as a liberal—also added a "go-slow" tone to his speech during the Civil Rights panel. He spoke strongly in favor of racial equality, but added: "When I was a kid, I liked blackberry pie. and I discovered that when I picked them myself my mother would cook them quicker. I also discovered that I could not pick them all at once. When gathered one at a time, they would GRADUALLY fill up. the bucket. "I couldn't get anywhere trying to grab a handful at a time" he said. Some Negro observers at the session interpreted this to mean that Ewing felt Negroes should not push "too hard" for Administration campaign promises. BELIEVES IN GRADUALISM sion's However. I am in favor of anti-lynch, anti-poll tax and fair employment legislation. "What you must understand is that our party is not strictly a Northern party, u the Republican outfit Historically, the Democratic party has been a Northern-Southern party. "Federal bans on segregation in housing, education, and other social aspects—as the President's commission recommended — would start another civil war, and I don't want another civil war." At this point the former University of Chicago professor took a position similar to some southern sentors. "Let these social issues depend on time and community changes to correct themselves," he declared. He did not say when that "right time" would come. Douglas was reminded that Negroes also make up the Democratic party and that they were very important people around election time. "Just as I said before." he answered. "my position may lose me a 100,000 votes, but that's how I feel " Federal Security Administrator Oscar Ewing—generally recognized as a liberal—also added a "go-slow" tone to his speech during the Civil Rights panel. He spoke strongly in favor of racial equality, but added: "When I was a kid, I liked blackberry pie. and I discovered that when I picked them myself my mother would cook them quicker. I also discovered that I could not pick them all at once. When gathered one at a time, they would GRADUALLY fill up. the bucket. "I couldn't get anywhere trying to grab a handful at a time" he said. Some Negro observers at the session interpreted this to mean that Ewing felt Negroes should not push "too hard" for Administration campaign promises. Omegas The previous year the Omega men presented the Late Dr. Charles H. Drew, who lost his life last month in an automobile accident. Both Drs. Drew and Cobb stressed the all important, responsibility of Negroes raising their health standard, and the part fraternities and sororities can carry out in helping them to do so. Dr. Harold H. Johnson is basileus of the gradaute chapter. Supreme Court "confession" by Mississippi police officer shrdl vbgkq xbgz vbgkw over to a lynch mob. He had been picked up in a dragnet thrown around the Negro 'community of laurel following the woman's charge a rape. At each of his three trials the courthouse was surrounded by a lynch mob. CLUB NEWS The Colonial Social club met on April 28t at the home of Mrs. Saleshia McClendon, 664 Ayers Street, with the president, Mrs. Ruth Whitsey, presiding. The meeting was well attended. Next session will be at the home of Mrs. Whitsey, 2651 Park Avenue. Mrs. Whitsey, president; Mrs. Inez Boyd, secretary; Mrs. Jessie Mae Turner, reporter. Mrs. Ernestine Addison, of 293-A Decatur, and Mrs. Hazel W. Hale, of 2566 Select Avenue, have returned to the city after having spent ten days attending the General Conference of the CME Church in Kansas City, Missouri. Mrs. Hattie Lee Blair, 1336 Granville Street, Columbus, Ohio is visiting her relatives and friends for ten days. She is having a grand time as house guest of Mrs. Lunetha Hill, 773 South Dudley Street. Reports from Indianapolis, Indiana are to the effect that; Mrs. Willie Mae Roundtree, popular beautician of that city, has been on the sick list since February 22nd. Last summer during the finishing round of an extensive tour which foot her into Mexico. Mrs. Roundtree spent several days in Memphis. She was successful in locating in the Bluff City her father whom she had not seen since childood days in Georgia. Mrs. Round tree was a member of a party of tourists including. Mrs. Anita Weathersby to stop in Memphis last summer. They were all highly entertained during the Memphis visit. Gambling held uncontrollable even if it should be legalized. Community trusts in U S and Canada increase resources. COLONIAL SOCIAL CLUB The Colonial Social club met on April 28t at the home of Mrs. Saleshia McClendon, 664 Ayers Street, with the president, Mrs. Ruth Whitsey, presiding. The meeting was well attended. Next session will be at the home of Mrs. Whitsey, 2651 Park Avenue. Mrs. Whitsey, president; Mrs. Inez Boyd, secretary; Mrs. Jessie Mae Turner, reporter. Mrs. Ernestine Addison, of 293-A Decatur, and Mrs. Hazel W. Hale, of 2566 Select Avenue, have returned to the city after having spent ten days attending the General Conference of the CME Church in Kansas City, Missouri. Mrs. Hattie Lee Blair, 1336 Granville Street, Columbus, Ohio is visiting her relatives and friends for ten days. She is having a grand time as house guest of Mrs. Lunetha Hill, 773 South Dudley Street. Reports from Indianapolis, Indiana are to the effect that; Mrs. Willie Mae Roundtree, popular beautician of that city, has been on the sick list since February 22nd. Last summer during the finishing round of an extensive tour which foot her into Mexico. Mrs. Roundtree spent several days in Memphis. She was successful in locating in the Bluff City her father whom she had not seen since childood days in Georgia. Mrs. Round tree was a member of a party of tourists including. Mrs. Anita Weathersby to stop in Memphis last summer. They were all highly entertained during the Memphis visit. Gambling held uncontrollable even if it should be legalized. Community trusts in U S and Canada increase resources. BACK FROM CME MEET The Colonial Social club met on April 28t at the home of Mrs. Saleshia McClendon, 664 Ayers Street, with the president, Mrs. Ruth Whitsey, presiding. The meeting was well attended. Next session will be at the home of Mrs. Whitsey, 2651 Park Avenue. Mrs. Whitsey, president; Mrs. Inez Boyd, secretary; Mrs. Jessie Mae Turner, reporter. Mrs. Ernestine Addison, of 293-A Decatur, and Mrs. Hazel W. Hale, of 2566 Select Avenue, have returned to the city after having spent ten days attending the General Conference of the CME Church in Kansas City, Missouri. Mrs. Hattie Lee Blair, 1336 Granville Street, Columbus, Ohio is visiting her relatives and friends for ten days. She is having a grand time as house guest of Mrs. Lunetha Hill, 773 South Dudley Street. Reports from Indianapolis, Indiana are to the effect that; Mrs. Willie Mae Roundtree, popular beautician of that city, has been on the sick list since February 22nd. Last summer during the finishing round of an extensive tour which foot her into Mexico. Mrs. Roundtree spent several days in Memphis. She was successful in locating in the Bluff City her father whom she had not seen since childood days in Georgia. Mrs. Round tree was a member of a party of tourists including. Mrs. Anita Weathersby to stop in Memphis last summer. They were all highly entertained during the Memphis visit. Gambling held uncontrollable even if it should be legalized. Community trusts in U S and Canada increase resources. VISITOR FROM COLUMBUS, OHIO The Colonial Social club met on April 28t at the home of Mrs. Saleshia McClendon, 664 Ayers Street, with the president, Mrs. Ruth Whitsey, presiding. The meeting was well attended. Next session will be at the home of Mrs. Whitsey, 2651 Park Avenue. Mrs. Whitsey, president; Mrs. Inez Boyd, secretary; Mrs. Jessie Mae Turner, reporter. Mrs. Ernestine Addison, of 293-A Decatur, and Mrs. Hazel W. Hale, of 2566 Select Avenue, have returned to the city after having spent ten days attending the General Conference of the CME Church in Kansas City, Missouri. Mrs. Hattie Lee Blair, 1336 Granville Street, Columbus, Ohio is visiting her relatives and friends for ten days. She is having a grand time as house guest of Mrs. Lunetha Hill, 773 South Dudley Street. Reports from Indianapolis, Indiana are to the effect that; Mrs. Willie Mae Roundtree, popular beautician of that city, has been on the sick list since February 22nd. Last summer during the finishing round of an extensive tour which foot her into Mexico. Mrs. Roundtree spent several days in Memphis. She was successful in locating in the Bluff City her father whom she had not seen since childood days in Georgia. Mrs. Round tree was a member of a party of tourists including. Mrs. Anita Weathersby to stop in Memphis last summer. They were all highly entertained during the Memphis visit. Gambling held uncontrollable even if it should be legalized. Community trusts in U S and Canada increase resources. MRS. MILLIE M. ROUNDTREE OF INDIANA ILL The Colonial Social club met on April 28t at the home of Mrs. Saleshia McClendon, 664 Ayers Street, with the president, Mrs. Ruth Whitsey, presiding. The meeting was well attended. Next session will be at the home of Mrs. Whitsey, 2651 Park Avenue. Mrs. Whitsey, president; Mrs. Inez Boyd, secretary; Mrs. Jessie Mae Turner, reporter. Mrs. Ernestine Addison, of 293-A Decatur, and Mrs. Hazel W. Hale, of 2566 Select Avenue, have returned to the city after having spent ten days attending the General Conference of the CME Church in Kansas City, Missouri. Mrs. Hattie Lee Blair, 1336 Granville Street, Columbus, Ohio is visiting her relatives and friends for ten days. She is having a grand time as house guest of Mrs. Lunetha Hill, 773 South Dudley Street. Reports from Indianapolis, Indiana are to the effect that; Mrs. Willie Mae Roundtree, popular beautician of that city, has been on the sick list since February 22nd. Last summer during the finishing round of an extensive tour which foot her into Mexico. Mrs. Roundtree spent several days in Memphis. She was successful in locating in the Bluff City her father whom she had not seen since childood days in Georgia. Mrs. Round tree was a member of a party of tourists including. Mrs. Anita Weathersby to stop in Memphis last summer. They were all highly entertained during the Memphis visit. Gambling held uncontrollable even if it should be legalized. Community trusts in U S and Canada increase resources. Townsend Flays R.R. Brotherhoods In Rail Labor Current Dispute Willard S Townsend President of the CIO United Transport Service Employees, this week called for a strict ban on railroad unions which observe Jim Crow practices and are seeking to negotiate "union Shop" agreements. Townsend testified in favor of a measure introduced by eight liberal senators led by Senator Elbert Thomas of Utah, designed to provide for a union shop in the railroad industry. The CIO leader placed the UTSE-CIO on record as favoring the legislation, but demanded an addition to the bill by which white unions would be excluded from making agreements with the carriers deterimental to Negroes. Many railway labor organizations, Townsend observed,constitute the lost bastion of the "white supremacy" principal in the union field. These unions have steadfast refused to admit Negroes to membership. Some roads in the South have entered into agreements with certain unions to de prive Negro railroad employees of Jobs. The union shop, asserts Townsend, long has been an accepted part of collective bargaining in other industries, but it is forbidden by the Railway Labor Act. The purpose of the union shop is to require that all persons employed in a given plant join the union as a condition of further employment. Union men are unanimous in support of the union shop principle. They contend that any work who receive benefits in increaseed wages and improved working conditions should support the union which has made such gains possible. Trade unionists are bitter in their denunciations of the "free rider" or the "no bill." Townsend has led the struggle to eliminate Jim Crow in railway unions. His vigorous opposition to any extension of Jim Crow impressed the senators who heard him. Collins Chapel Hospital Gets Boost From General Conference Formal plans for the continuation of the building of the new Collins Chapel Connectional Hospital were completed last week in a special meeting held by tile Colored Methodist Episcopal Church at Kansas City, Mo. it was announced by Dr. W. S. Martin, general superintendent of the Memphis Negro Hospital. Dr. Martin, Who attended the meeting in Kansas City, said that the CME delegates "were in full accord with the building program of the new Negro hospital at 413 Ashland Street." Dr. Martin further stated that the American Hospital Association has approved of the Collins Chapel Hospital Building operation. The Kansas City session. which was presided over by Bishop J. Arthur Hamlett, of the Tennessee, Missouri and Oklahoma dioceses, opened on May 3 and concluded its activity on May 16 Dr. Martin returned here Saturday with the following report from the CME delegation: "Following the quadrennial report of the Collins Chapel Connection Hospital by Dr. W. S. Martin, general superintendent, at the Colored Methodist Episcopal General Conference held in Kansas City, Mo., May 3 through May 16. a motion prevailed, authorizing the CME church to take immediate action to provide funds to meet its commitment of $100,000 and the amount arranged was $44,000 to be paid at the CME conference" (A previous payment of $56,000 has already been paid by the Negro Church group while the Hospital fund to date totals $282,000). THE ORIGINAL MADAM TODD IS BACK MADAM TODD and Medium. Never been in your city before. Not to be classed as a Gypsy Guaranteed to read your entire life past, present and future; gives true advice on business love and health and family affairs satisfaction guaranteed or no charge. Look for the sign. Hours 9:00 A. M. to 9:00 P. M. Dally and Sunday. Reveals private affairs and gives lucky numbers without having seen or heard of you before, gives help in trouble; advice on problems of life, love courtship, marriage, changes travel, business Catch Airport State Line. Yellow bus, ride to end of line. Located in House Trailer Tent. Look for sign 100 yards from Steele's Grocery Store. Urban League services at the Memphis Urban League in 1949. THAT: Hundreds of men (many of them functional illiterates) have been aided by the Memphis Urban League with the filling out and processing of hundreds of forms and applications for jobs, birth certificates, and G. I. Insurance. THAT: Seventeen hundred men, women and young people applied for jobs at the Urban League. Many of them were placed and helped with other employment and domestic problems. THAT: Dr. A. L. Johnson is Chairman of the Urban League Health Committee and that the league has been In the vanguard for hospitalization for Negroes in Memphis for five or more years. THAT: More than a hundred families have sought housing (any kind of shelter) through the Memphis Urban League. THAT: The League is constantly on the move for more and new job opportunities for Negroes. THAT: Several young Negro men and women are working at jobs for the first time through the efforts of your Memphis Urban League. THAT: The League has found positions outside of the state for several young people. THAT: The League sponsored the first courses in Salesmanship and Insurance last year with twentyfive out of an enrollment of sixtyfive completing the course. THAT: The Memphis Urban League conducts a sound democratic program in Race Relations that is purely Christian in content and that through its Public Relations Program it has improved the attitude of each racial group toward the other. THAT: Mr. Edgar Ray, Manager Editor of the TAMPA DAILY TIMES, a Southerner, born in Georgia, said that the Urban League has the only workable solution to the Race Problem. THAT, The League has thousands of silent friends and wellwishers and that now is the time to point its articulate and active host of backers to further the cause of the Urban League which is designed and destined to make a better community and nation. CLOSING RITES FOR KINDERGARTEN These happy tots of the kindergarten school In Binghamton Subdivision have just reason to be proud. They have received their certificates of merit indicating successful completion of the required work at the kindergarten. Mrs. Lillian Scott, shown left end is in charge of the kindergarten. Assisting her in carrying out school closing activities last Thursday evening, May 11th, was Miss Mattie Lee Holmes, teacher in the city schools. Miss Holmes, prominent member of New Tyler A. M. E. Church, was in charge of music. Mrs. Scott is a member of First Baptist church Lauderdale. One of the highlights of the school closing program was the sponsorship of a four day contest with the winner winning the title of Kinder garten Queen. Three contestant alone sold 140.00 worth of tickets. Winner was Quincy M. McDonald, who reported a total of 65.00. The kindergarten is located on Tillman street. Family Service of Memphis By J. T. CHANDER Chairman Case Committee June is Just around the corner, and all over the city young people are bustling with excitement and preparing for that important event, graduation. Hattie Clark is a bright, attractive girl of fourteen. One day her young face was forlorn and depressed as she walked home from school. She knew she would graduate in June, because her grades were good. The trouble was that her schoolmates had compared notes all day on graduation plans —gifts they expected and white dresses to wear on the big occasion. She, too, would have been able to join in if the events of the past months hadn't happened. Last September her father was told he had tuberculosis and must enter the sanatorium immediately. A routine of tests followed for them all, and a few weeks ago her mother also went into the hospital. Her mother's condition didn't look as serious and the doctors thought she would be able to come home in about six months. Hattie guessed she was lucky to have Granny to look after her while her parents were ill and not have to stay with strangers. Gran ny was so kind, btu she was old and couldn't sew and plan for her like Mother had. Besides, they were having such a hard time. Her grandmother said it was only, because of the help of Family Service that they were able to get by. She couldn't expect to receive any thing especially for graduation. Hattie squared her shoulders as she neared the house, trying to smile and not worry her grandmother who had so many other cares, After, reading a letter from Mother, she couldn't hold back the tears. To cheer her Granny said quickly, Mrs. Cobb came by to see me to day She said not to worry, a gift of a friend of Family Service could be used for your "graduation dress. Now, child, you and Granny will get along just fine, you'll see." How wonderful that Hattie can have the priceless, experience of a happy graduation and not feel too different as she takes her place of honor beside her classmates! Family Service wishes to express thanks to friends of the agency whose thoughtful gifts make it possible for young boys and girls to enjoy their graduation day. Regular funds of the agency must be spent in service to families, and the budget won't stretch to include these extra needs. And special gifts for young people will be deeply appreciated by them, their families and by the agency. In homes darkened by trouble, It is doubly important that children have every chance possible to lead a normal and happy life. This is a real life story of a girl in our city, but names are always changed to protect the identity of those who come to Family Service, a red feather agency. GRADUATION DAYS By J. T. CHANDER Chairman Case Committee June is Just around the corner, and all over the city young people are bustling with excitement and preparing for that important event, graduation. Hattie Clark is a bright, attractive girl of fourteen. One day her young face was forlorn and depressed as she walked home from school. She knew she would graduate in June, because her grades were good. The trouble was that her schoolmates had compared notes all day on graduation plans —gifts they expected and white dresses to wear on the big occasion. She, too, would have been able to join in if the events of the past months hadn't happened. Last September her father was told he had tuberculosis and must enter the sanatorium immediately. A routine of tests followed for them all, and a few weeks ago her mother also went into the hospital. Her mother's condition didn't look as serious and the doctors thought she would be able to come home in about six months. Hattie guessed she was lucky to have Granny to look after her while her parents were ill and not have to stay with strangers. Gran ny was so kind, btu she was old and couldn't sew and plan for her like Mother had. Besides, they were having such a hard time. Her grandmother said it was only, because of the help of Family Service that they were able to get by. She couldn't expect to receive any thing especially for graduation. Hattie squared her shoulders as she neared the house, trying to smile and not worry her grandmother who had so many other cares, After, reading a letter from Mother, she couldn't hold back the tears. To cheer her Granny said quickly, Mrs. Cobb came by to see me to day She said not to worry, a gift of a friend of Family Service could be used for your "graduation dress. Now, child, you and Granny will get along just fine, you'll see." How wonderful that Hattie can have the priceless, experience of a happy graduation and not feel too different as she takes her place of honor beside her classmates! Family Service wishes to express thanks to friends of the agency whose thoughtful gifts make it possible for young boys and girls to enjoy their graduation day. Regular funds of the agency must be spent in service to families, and the budget won't stretch to include these extra needs. And special gifts for young people will be deeply appreciated by them, their families and by the agency. In homes darkened by trouble, It is doubly important that children have every chance possible to lead a normal and happy life. This is a real life story of a girl in our city, but names are always changed to protect the identity of those who come to Family Service, a red feather agency. Randolph And for the new 64-vote cloture rule voted against cloture today or were absent. If they had supported the rule they helped to pass, more than the necessary 64 votes would have been obtained. "It is time for both parties to stop using the Dixiecrats, as a cloak for their own irresponsibility on their own insincerity on civil rights issues. "The defeat of the cloture motion today lies directly at the door of those Republicans and Democrats who exercised a minority veto, through their absence and very modest fee and tha failure to vote. "Cloture ran be applied. We insist tat the motion to take up FEPC be kept before the Senate, that more cloture votes be taken until the leadership and members of both parties meet their responsibility for producing enough votes to honor their Party pledges. President Truman is right in insisting that this issue be put to democratic debate and vote, even if takes all summer." BLOOD on the STARS sat before the mirrored dressing table in an elaborate corner suite on the sixth floor of the Sunlux Hotel in Miami Beach. 'Subconsciously she counted the strokes as the silver-mounted brush swept through her long flaxen hair...eight, nine, ten.... then changed it to her left hand and began counting toward the required hundred strokes. Her sheer coral dressing gown fell away from her shoulders, revealing the light sun tan on her smooth throat and chest. Long dark lashes were self closed over her blue eyes that shone with an inner delight, and her full red mouth was lifted at the corners in a smile. Celia was scarcely aware of her reflection. Her head was tilted, and she listened to the muffled sounds in the bathroom where her husband was taking a bath. They had been married two years today, and she knew exactly the progress he was making by the sounds. He was turning on the cold water now, swearing softly and contentedly as he made it colder and colder. In a moment Mark Dustin would fling back the curtain and emerge from the shower, dripping and sputtering like a half-drowned bear. An Indefinable shiver of pure delight traversed Celia's slender body as she transferred the brush from left to right hand for another ten strokes. Marriage was the most wonderful thing in the world. Marriage with Mark, she amended hastily to herself. She had often wondered during the past two years whether it would have been quite the same with any other man. She didn't think so. Mark wasn't anything wonderful. She often told herself that in order to keep her feet firmly on the ground, but he was right for her. She was serenely certain that of all the people in the world she and Mark were meant for each other. She completed the hundred strokes and laid the hair brush on the dressing table. All sound from the bathroom had ceased. Soon Mark would come out with his black silk robe carelessly belted around, his lean stomach, his strong sun-bronzed face glowing with health and with happiness. He would come up behind her chair and lay his cheek against her lustrous hair and smile at her reflec tion in the mirror, tell her she was the most beautiful girl in the world. She would blush, as she always did. His lips would nibble at the lobe of her ear and he'd whisper that she was his doll, his baby girl, and then the lovely Miami morning would be perfect indeed. Sunlight came through the cast window and touched her head and shoulders caressingly. From far below there came the faint sound of the surf and the laughing voices of early bathers. It was one of those perfect days in December when the season is just beginning. Celia did not move a muscle when she heard her husband come padding into the bedroom in corksoled sandals. She watched her reflection in the mirror and saw him come up behind her and stop there as she had known he would. His black hair was touseled and he looked ten years younger than the forty he had admitted to when they were married An unruly curl on either side of the part stood up, adding an impish look that matched the gleam in his gray eyes. He was wonderful, she thought again, knowing him to be even older than forty from stories he had told and hints he'd let drop about adventuring in far places before they met. He was the type who would never grow old never lose the exuberance of youth. Something of her love and wonder and pride in him must have showed In her eyes as they met his in the glass, for Mark laughed, his hands on her shoulders, and said, "You look like a little girl on Christmas morning who had suddenly decided to believe in Santa Claus after all." "I feel like a little girl on Christmas morning, Mark." His fingers tightened and his head bent low until his cheek was against her hair. Her eyes still held his in the mirror and a tremor went over her as he kissed her. He said gently, "You're the most beautiful girl In the world" She smiled happily and demanded, "You do love me, don't you?" With his lips against her ear, he whispered, "Why else do you think I married you? You. Are such a paragon in public," he added. He straightened up then, and patted her cheek. Celia waited for a breathless moment, then forced herself to carry on the ritual by asking. "Does every man want his wife to be a paragon in public?" "Every man with any sense." He turned away abruptly, now that the matutinal amenities were ended, and started for the sitting room, saying cheerfully, "I"ll order some breakfast" "Mark." The single word halted him with his hand on the doorknob. "Yes?" "Do you know why I particularly feel like a little girt on Christmas morning?" "This morning?" He turned slowly. "Because the sun is shining and the ponies are running this afternoon?" Her tone was slightly impatient. "The sun has shone and the ponies have run every day since we've been here." She studied his face anxiously in the mirror. "So they have." He grinned boyishly and added, "Must be you're in love with your husband." 'So I am, darling." When he smiled her anxiety went away. "Order English muffins and bacon for me, and lots of coffee, I've forty more strokes to go on my hair." When be went out and closed the door she picked up the brush again, but the strokes were not so even and placid as they had been before. Tears moistened her eyes and she wiped them away angrily. Mark was a darling, but confound him anyway. Why did men always have to spoil things? you'd think they could remember an important date. But all he was thinking of was food and the bets he would lay at the track. Never a thought for her and for She began to grow very angry, and the brush went back and forth swiftly, glinting in the sunlight and whisking viciously through the soft strands of hair. She made a face at herself in the mirror, then decided all over again that Mark was a darling and that she was acting like a fool. By the time she applied powder to her face and a fresh layer of rouge to her lips, Celia was humming. She got up and slid the dressing gown from her shoulders, slid Into her brassiere and panties. white slip and a powder blue sports suit. CHAPTER ONE sat before the mirrored dressing table in an elaborate corner suite on the sixth floor of the Sunlux Hotel in Miami Beach. 'Subconsciously she counted the strokes as the silver-mounted brush swept through her long flaxen hair...eight, nine, ten.... then changed it to her left hand and began counting toward the required hundred strokes. Her sheer coral dressing gown fell away from her shoulders, revealing the light sun tan on her smooth throat and chest. Long dark lashes were self closed over her blue eyes that shone with an inner delight, and her full red mouth was lifted at the corners in a smile. Celia was scarcely aware of her reflection. Her head was tilted, and she listened to the muffled sounds in the bathroom where her husband was taking a bath. They had been married two years today, and she knew exactly the progress he was making by the sounds. He was turning on the cold water now, swearing softly and contentedly as he made it colder and colder. In a moment Mark Dustin would fling back the curtain and emerge from the shower, dripping and sputtering like a half-drowned bear. An Indefinable shiver of pure delight traversed Celia's slender body as she transferred the brush from left to right hand for another ten strokes. Marriage was the most wonderful thing in the world. Marriage with Mark, she amended hastily to herself. She had often wondered during the past two years whether it would have been quite the same with any other man. She didn't think so. Mark wasn't anything wonderful. She often told herself that in order to keep her feet firmly on the ground, but he was right for her. She was serenely certain that of all the people in the world she and Mark were meant for each other. She completed the hundred strokes and laid the hair brush on the dressing table. All sound from the bathroom had ceased. Soon Mark would come out with his black silk robe carelessly belted around, his lean stomach, his strong sun-bronzed face glowing with health and with happiness. He would come up behind her chair and lay his cheek against her lustrous hair and smile at her reflec tion in the mirror, tell her she was the most beautiful girl in the world. She would blush, as she always did. His lips would nibble at the lobe of her ear and he'd whisper that she was his doll, his baby girl, and then the lovely Miami morning would be perfect indeed. Sunlight came through the cast window and touched her head and shoulders caressingly. From far below there came the faint sound of the surf and the laughing voices of early bathers. It was one of those perfect days in December when the season is just beginning. Celia did not move a muscle when she heard her husband come padding into the bedroom in corksoled sandals. She watched her reflection in the mirror and saw him come up behind her and stop there as she had known he would. His black hair was touseled and he looked ten years younger than the forty he had admitted to when they were married An unruly curl on either side of the part stood up, adding an impish look that matched the gleam in his gray eyes. He was wonderful, she thought again, knowing him to be even older than forty from stories he had told and hints he'd let drop about adventuring in far places before they met. He was the type who would never grow old never lose the exuberance of youth. Something of her love and wonder and pride in him must have showed In her eyes as they met his in the glass, for Mark laughed, his hands on her shoulders, and said, "You look like a little girl on Christmas morning who had suddenly decided to believe in Santa Claus after all." "I feel like a little girl on Christmas morning, Mark." His fingers tightened and his head bent low until his cheek was against her hair. Her eyes still held his in the mirror and a tremor went over her as he kissed her. He said gently, "You're the most beautiful girl In the world" She smiled happily and demanded, "You do love me, don't you?" With his lips against her ear, he whispered, "Why else do you think I married you? You. Are such a paragon in public," he added. He straightened up then, and patted her cheek. Celia waited for a breathless moment, then forced herself to carry on the ritual by asking. "Does every man want his wife to be a paragon in public?" "Every man with any sense." He turned away abruptly, now that the matutinal amenities were ended, and started for the sitting room, saying cheerfully, "I"ll order some breakfast" "Mark." The single word halted him with his hand on the doorknob. "Yes?" "Do you know why I particularly feel like a little girt on Christmas morning?" "This morning?" He turned slowly. "Because the sun is shining and the ponies are running this afternoon?" Her tone was slightly impatient. "The sun has shone and the ponies have run every day since we've been here." She studied his face anxiously in the mirror. "So they have." He grinned boyishly and added, "Must be you're in love with your husband." 'So I am, darling." When he smiled her anxiety went away. "Order English muffins and bacon for me, and lots of coffee, I've forty more strokes to go on my hair." When be went out and closed the door she picked up the brush again, but the strokes were not so even and placid as they had been before. Tears moistened her eyes and she wiped them away angrily. Mark was a darling, but confound him anyway. Why did men always have to spoil things? you'd think they could remember an important date. But all he was thinking of was food and the bets he would lay at the track. Never a thought for her and for She began to grow very angry, and the brush went back and forth swiftly, glinting in the sunlight and whisking viciously through the soft strands of hair. She made a face at herself in the mirror, then decided all over again that Mark was a darling and that she was acting like a fool. By the time she applied powder to her face and a fresh layer of rouge to her lips, Celia was humming. She got up and slid the dressing gown from her shoulders, slid Into her brassiere and panties. white slip and a powder blue sports suit.