Memphis World Memphis World Publishing Co. 1958-01-11 Thaddeus T. Stokes MEMPHIS WORLD The South's Oldest and Leading Colored Semi-Weekly Newspaper Published by MEMPHIS WORLD PUBLISHING CO. Every WEDNESDAY and SATURDAY at 546 BEALE—Ph. JA. 6-4030 Member of SCOTT NEWSPAPER SYNDICATE W. A. Scott, II, Founder; C. A. Scott, General Manager Entered in the Post Office at Memphis, Tenn., as second-class mail under the Act of Congress, March 1, 1870 THADDEUS T. STOKES Managing Editor MRS. ROSA BROWN BRACY Public Relation and Advertising SUBSCRIPTION RATES: Year $5.00 — 6 Months $3.00 — 3 Months $1.50 (In Advance). The MEMPHIS WORLD is an independent newspaper — non-sectarian and non-partisan, printing news unbiasedly and supporting those things it believes to be of interest to its readers and opposing those things against the interest of its readers. One Gesture Too Many, Exposes Russia's Hand On the eve of the meeting of the Congress, Russia presents another "marvel" to the world, the alleged shooting of Sputnik III with a man aboard which carried him some 189 miles up in the air, allowing him to parachute back to earth—in safety. Thusly, the stories of Sputnik I and Sputnik II, with its dog Laika still somewhere in space, are eclipsed with this innovation of man beginning a start to the moon, Mars, Jupiter and finally Neptune and Uranius. Now, whether the claim of the man making a journey through space is true or whether Laika is still somewhere in space, will remain for the present in the category of speculation. At any rate the Soviets have succeeded in conveying a shivering chill effect in these rigors of a cold war. Let us face the following claims: (1) the impact in all its frustration and attendant hysteria has resounded heavily on this side of the world; (2) one thing now comes in close focus and is obvious to all who may read, the real aim of the Russians is exposed. (3) an intention of carrying on such a program, shrouded in secrecy and all its conniving timing has as its aim to put this s country in a whirlspin of confusions, disorganization and hysteria, and to bleed its people white through taxation to attain something which now seems beyond a doubt Russian fantasy. By this medium, the hand of the Soviets is exposed and we must not fall into the trap. Under the leadership of President Eisenhower, the country and the Congress will keep their bearings; the Congress will take under consideration sensible and logical status of defense as it always has; it will not be swayed and brow-beaten into bankruptcy, disorganization and in disfavor of the American people as is a part of the Russian strategy; the American people will not be fooled into a situation of mistrust and doubt in its leadership as would be desired by those, who, unable to conquer by meritorious strength and sound philosophy, would attempt to climb up some other way. In Justice To The Deceased The move to establish the guilt or innocence of the accused for the death of a young Columbus minister should be applauded by all lovers of the mandate of the law. No allegation such as surround the death of the young minister Rev. C. H. Pickett, should go by and let fall to be forgotten. The young man certainly had a right to life, liberty, and limb and the pursuit of happiness, and the American principle of due process of law. On the basis of testimony presented at a Recorder's Court hearing Monday at Columbus, Ga., a white jail-keeper was bound over on a charge of murder for allegedly beating the minister who was confined in jail. A Negro fellow prisoner swore that he saw the officer beat the deceased with a black jack. We have no reason to believe this prisoner would testify to anything but the truth. In fact it takes unusual courage to make such testimony under such circumstances. The law should not be allowed to fall under the suspicion of those who, would reasonably doubt their safety while in its custody. Many people seek the arms of the law for protection; the law has saved and prolonged the lives of many individuals. When it can be said that the law falls down on its responsibility of protecting those within its custody, it no longer can maintain that dignity and time honored prestige which have given it distinction and its compelling power. Let the truth come put in the Pickett case; let the guilty be punished for such art infraction on the good name of the law. Let this also be more than an empty face-saving gesture. Concern Expressed the situation if buses were desegregated because "we have one of the finest if not the finest police force in this country". Assistant Chief U. T. Bartholomew, and Detective Chief M. A. Hinds, also expressed fear of "trouble" and loss of good race relations if the state law was declared unconstitutional. Hinds said 95 percent of Memphis population said that both races are satified with the present law. The three high police officials testified separately that "concensus of our friends both white and colored held fear of a change of the seating law." Nevertheless they hastened to testify that they thought the police force could handle" any situation arising out of a change of law." Atty. Robert Carter, counsel for file NAACP from New York City, pointed out in cress examination that Nashville and Chattanooga had desegregated city buses with out any serious incident. "And since you said that your police force is one of the finest in the nation and since you have testified that you have had little trouble under the present seating arrangements and there are good race relations in Memphis, why db you think there will be serious trouble. Atty. Walter Chandler, former mayor and former congressman, who was an advisor for the city in the case, told the court "a law suit is not the answer to racial problems. This suit was not brought in good faith, O. Z. Evers is not a regular bus rider and that his presence on the bus was clearly a pre-arranged affair." He was brought here from Chicago solely for this purpose. He did not ride the bus before nor since this incident." Atty. Chandler went on in the most lengthy address of defense counsels, he said "this case is only an irritant to destroy good race relation it was done by an organization far removed from Memphis. It is using this case as a membership gimmick to strengten itself in partisan politics. He had reference to the National NAACP in New York. Atty. Chandler said "the problem of the Negro citizen lies far from a front seat on a bus. The NAACP should direct its efforts to clearing the Negro out of slums, obtain better employment, teach him morals, and cleanliness." The Negro is a second class citizen because he wants to be." He continued to oritize the Negro. "White people should not treat the Negro as a second class citizen but as a younger brother, whom they are willing to teach, "continue Chandler. "Public safety and health will be set back seriously and the police department will not be able to handle it because it will get out of hand if the laws are revoked." Atty. Carter said, "we are bound by principles of the Alabama bus case" Brown vs Board of Education case in which the Supreme Court ordered integration of school with "all deliberate speed." Judge Martin, who maintains a home in Memphis, expressed concd about "maintaining good relations here" when he suggested "a gradual plan for integration of buses," after a discussion with the defendants. Carter said that the situation did not lent itself to "gradual integration." He said the case is similar to the Montgomery bus case in which the Supreme court ruled Alabama segregation laws on public transporation ware unconsitutional. "Carter said we hold that gradual processes are not appliable in the field of transportation t is different in an institution like a school." Judge Martin said he hoped that "the good relations between the races in Memphis will continue regardless to the dicision. WISHING WELL Registered U. S. Patent Office. H is a pleasant little game that will give you a message every day. It is a numerical puzzle designed to spell out your fortune. Count the letters in your first name. If the number of letters is 6 or more, subtract 4. If the number is less than 6, add 3. The result is your key number. Start at the upper left-hand corner of the rectangle and check every one of your key numbers, left to right. Then read the message the letters under the checked figures give you. THE EVIL ROOT OF SEGREGATION R. S. Pious REVIEWING THE NEWS BY WILLIAM GORDON Disease is not enough it seems; we must also include death by flames. It would be different if not for the fact that those, often forced to die, are youngsters, small children, often babies breathing their first air in a world of human beings. I have never before witnessed a sight, more sickening, more horrible nor sinful than the one I saw several years ago in a large Southern city. The occupants of the house were of modest means. The home had been constructed to shelter several additional members of the family including relatives. Several small children were sleeping in an obsolete room when the fire broke out. As is usual, members of the family were away; the tots had to fight the flames the best they could. Only one or two survived. But the aftermath was the unforgettable spectacle; the beds were burned to the floor. The only remains were the ghostly sight of twisted wire once used as bed springs. Most of the family had been swept away by fire. The surviving adult members sat about, stunned by the incident. Naturally, the hardest hit was the mother of the several children who died in the fire. The very unfortunate aspect, is that such incidents are allowed to repeat themselves. Only a few days ago, three youngsters were allowed to die in flames about five miles South of Augusta, Georgia. Their ages were five years, three years, and 15 months. Police reported that the mother was visiting next door when the incident occurred. Prior to the incident near Augusta, two youngsters died from flames in Athens, Georgia. Their ages were nine and three years old. A more dreadful and horrifying case of death by fire occurred in Niagara Falls, New York recently when 17 persons lost their lives in flames. Most of them were children and members of three families. Many of such cases, no matter how appalling, never make the newspapers. The few mentioned here can be multiplied many times. Because of the frequency, one gets the feeling that neglect is manifest; that life among minority groups is still cheap and hardly worthy of concern. If the plight of the Negro adult is often hard, trying and difficult, the Negro child lives a much more precarious role. His future is often painted with bad housing, slums for playgrounds, little or no hospital or medical care. Although things are improving, he must bite the bitter dust of disappointment and too often is left to face odds difficult to master. The lives of Negro children are often punctuated with fear and uncertainty. They are the innocent, too often being the first to die. The Innocent, The First To Die BY WILLIAM GORDON Disease is not enough it seems; we must also include death by flames. It would be different if not for the fact that those, often forced to die, are youngsters, small children, often babies breathing their first air in a world of human beings. I have never before witnessed a sight, more sickening, more horrible nor sinful than the one I saw several years ago in a large Southern city. The occupants of the house were of modest means. The home had been constructed to shelter several additional members of the family including relatives. Several small children were sleeping in an obsolete room when the fire broke out. As is usual, members of the family were away; the tots had to fight the flames the best they could. Only one or two survived. But the aftermath was the unforgettable spectacle; the beds were burned to the floor. The only remains were the ghostly sight of twisted wire once used as bed springs. Most of the family had been swept away by fire. The surviving adult members sat about, stunned by the incident. Naturally, the hardest hit was the mother of the several children who died in the fire. The very unfortunate aspect, is that such incidents are allowed to repeat themselves. Only a few days ago, three youngsters were allowed to die in flames about five miles South of Augusta, Georgia. Their ages were five years, three years, and 15 months. Police reported that the mother was visiting next door when the incident occurred. Prior to the incident near Augusta, two youngsters died from flames in Athens, Georgia. Their ages were nine and three years old. A more dreadful and horrifying case of death by fire occurred in Niagara Falls, New York recently when 17 persons lost their lives in flames. Most of them were children and members of three families. Many of such cases, no matter how appalling, never make the newspapers. The few mentioned here can be multiplied many times. Because of the frequency, one gets the feeling that neglect is manifest; that life among minority groups is still cheap and hardly worthy of concern. If the plight of the Negro adult is often hard, trying and difficult, the Negro child lives a much more precarious role. His future is often painted with bad housing, slums for playgrounds, little or no hospital or medical care. Although things are improving, he must bite the bitter dust of disappointment and too often is left to face odds difficult to master. The lives of Negro children are often punctuated with fear and uncertainty. They are the innocent, too often being the first to die. Columbus, Ga. for theft, was questioned first by Attorney Joe Ray, who was retained by the dead ministers sister, Mrs. Lillie Banks. Under direct questioning Johnson said he saw Cameron go into the "tank" where four or five drunk men were sleeping on the floor. He declared Pickett was standing erect and demanding to be let out of jail. The witness said Cameron announced he was going into the cell and quiet Pickett, but "he went over there and started beating him." Under cross examination by Attorneys Owen Roberts and Al Williams, Johnson stuck to his testimony. He admitted he did actually know Pickett, but declared Cameron told him the following day that "the preacher died." Defense attorneys drew also from Johnson an admission that Pickett called Cameron "a big white S. O. B.' during the encounter, but he said the minister never fought back. "He just stood there and let the man beat him?" defense lawyers asked. Johnson answered, "Yes Sir." Asked to describe the beating, Johnson said Cameron first hit Pickett about the face and head until he dropped to the floor. "When he fell he (Cameron) started using his black jack," Johnson said. Attorneys asked if the blows rendered Pickett unconscious. Johnson replied, "I don't know whether he was knocked out or not." He told how Cameron began to kick the minister, and added, "he didn't cuss no more." Johnson said Pickett later "started complaining of his side." A key testimony was also given by Dr. Joseph Martin Weber, Assistant Pathologist at Columbus Medical Center. He told the court Rev. Pickett had died from poisoning set up by a recent massive blow to the abdomen and gave the opinion that it was inflicted by a savage blow of the fist or a kick. Asked if the condition could not have resulted from natural causes, the doctor declared, "It could not." "A kick could have done it," he said. He added. "I would think it would have had to be an extremely violent person to deliver such a blow with a fist." "Happily," he said, "it's not my responsibility to decide." Dr. Weber told, the court that Rev. Pickett was "at least 15 years older" than payers had said he was. He fixed the minister's age as 55 or 60 years of age. Defense attorneys attempted to set up that Pickett suffered from extreme alcoholism, but the doctor said he found no evidence of this. He said Pickett was apparently in good condition except for a partly collapsed hung, which he said could not have caused his death. Dr. Weber said he also examined Pickett's skull and found nothing wrong. The defense asked the court to throw the case out on the grounds that Ray had failed to produce enough evidence to warrant a murder charge. Lawyers charged that the abdominal blows were delivered by a Negro newspaper editor for whom Pickett worked. They based this on the testimony of a second white officer who said he saw Pickett struggling with P. L. Taylor, editor of the Columbus World at noon on December 21. He said he was called to the Dixie Theatr where "Taylor was having trouble with this Pickett." "Taylor was delivering the blows," the officer said. "He was pushing him and hitting him with his fist." Asked where the blows were delivered the officers said "in the abdomen." However, Ray charged that Pickett was walking around town several hours later, apparently not hurt. He pointed out that the officer had not felt there was sufficient trouble to warrant arrest. The policeman said, however, he failed to arrest Pickett because Taylor and a woman "asked me to give him a break." A Patrolman Halsey said Pickett complained to him of being ill, but he only gave him one of the pills used for "drunks." He declared Pickett walked away from the jail "of his own free will." Hay told the court he felt he had at least shown that Cameron had shown "an abandoned and malignant heart" in handling Pickett. He said this was sufficient to warrant a murder charge. STARTED BEATING for theft, was questioned first by Attorney Joe Ray, who was retained by the dead ministers sister, Mrs. Lillie Banks. Under direct questioning Johnson said he saw Cameron go into the "tank" where four or five drunk men were sleeping on the floor. He declared Pickett was standing erect and demanding to be let out of jail. The witness said Cameron announced he was going into the cell and quiet Pickett, but "he went over there and started beating him." Under cross examination by Attorneys Owen Roberts and Al Williams, Johnson stuck to his testimony. He admitted he did actually know Pickett, but declared Cameron told him the following day that "the preacher died." Defense attorneys drew also from Johnson an admission that Pickett called Cameron "a big white S. O. B.' during the encounter, but he said the minister never fought back. "He just stood there and let the man beat him?" defense lawyers asked. Johnson answered, "Yes Sir." Asked to describe the beating, Johnson said Cameron first hit Pickett about the face and head until he dropped to the floor. "When he fell he (Cameron) started using his black jack," Johnson said. Attorneys asked if the blows rendered Pickett unconscious. Johnson replied, "I don't know whether he was knocked out or not." He told how Cameron began to kick the minister, and added, "he didn't cuss no more." Johnson said Pickett later "started complaining of his side." A key testimony was also given by Dr. Joseph Martin Weber, Assistant Pathologist at Columbus Medical Center. He told the court Rev. Pickett had died from poisoning set up by a recent massive blow to the abdomen and gave the opinion that it was inflicted by a savage blow of the fist or a kick. Asked if the condition could not have resulted from natural causes, the doctor declared, "It could not." "A kick could have done it," he said. He added. "I would think it would have had to be an extremely violent person to deliver such a blow with a fist." "Happily," he said, "it's not my responsibility to decide." Dr. Weber told, the court that Rev. Pickett was "at least 15 years older" than payers had said he was. He fixed the minister's age as 55 or 60 years of age. Defense attorneys attempted to set up that Pickett suffered from extreme alcoholism, but the doctor said he found no evidence of this. He said Pickett was apparently in good condition except for a partly collapsed hung, which he said could not have caused his death. Dr. Weber said he also examined Pickett's skull and found nothing wrong. The defense asked the court to throw the case out on the grounds that Ray had failed to produce enough evidence to warrant a murder charge. Lawyers charged that the abdominal blows were delivered by a Negro newspaper editor for whom Pickett worked. They based this on the testimony of a second white officer who said he saw Pickett struggling with P. L. Taylor, editor of the Columbus World at noon on December 21. He said he was called to the Dixie Theatr where "Taylor was having trouble with this Pickett." "Taylor was delivering the blows," the officer said. "He was pushing him and hitting him with his fist." Asked where the blows were delivered the officers said "in the abdomen." However, Ray charged that Pickett was walking around town several hours later, apparently not hurt. He pointed out that the officer had not felt there was sufficient trouble to warrant arrest. The policeman said, however, he failed to arrest Pickett because Taylor and a woman "asked me to give him a break." A Patrolman Halsey said Pickett complained to him of being ill, but he only gave him one of the pills used for "drunks." He declared Pickett walked away from the jail "of his own free will." Hay told the court he felt he had at least shown that Cameron had shown "an abandoned and malignant heart" in handling Pickett. He said this was sufficient to warrant a murder charge. DOCTOR'S TESTIMONY for theft, was questioned first by Attorney Joe Ray, who was retained by the dead ministers sister, Mrs. Lillie Banks. Under direct questioning Johnson said he saw Cameron go into the "tank" where four or five drunk men were sleeping on the floor. He declared Pickett was standing erect and demanding to be let out of jail. The witness said Cameron announced he was going into the cell and quiet Pickett, but "he went over there and started beating him." Under cross examination by Attorneys Owen Roberts and Al Williams, Johnson stuck to his testimony. He admitted he did actually know Pickett, but declared Cameron told him the following day that "the preacher died." Defense attorneys drew also from Johnson an admission that Pickett called Cameron "a big white S. O. B.' during the encounter, but he said the minister never fought back. "He just stood there and let the man beat him?" defense lawyers asked. Johnson answered, "Yes Sir." Asked to describe the beating, Johnson said Cameron first hit Pickett about the face and head until he dropped to the floor. "When he fell he (Cameron) started using his black jack," Johnson said. Attorneys asked if the blows rendered Pickett unconscious. Johnson replied, "I don't know whether he was knocked out or not." He told how Cameron began to kick the minister, and added, "he didn't cuss no more." Johnson said Pickett later "started complaining of his side." A key testimony was also given by Dr. Joseph Martin Weber, Assistant Pathologist at Columbus Medical Center. He told the court Rev. Pickett had died from poisoning set up by a recent massive blow to the abdomen and gave the opinion that it was inflicted by a savage blow of the fist or a kick. Asked if the condition could not have resulted from natural causes, the doctor declared, "It could not." "A kick could have done it," he said. He added. "I would think it would have had to be an extremely violent person to deliver such a blow with a fist." "Happily," he said, "it's not my responsibility to decide." Dr. Weber told, the court that Rev. Pickett was "at least 15 years older" than payers had said he was. He fixed the minister's age as 55 or 60 years of age. Defense attorneys attempted to set up that Pickett suffered from extreme alcoholism, but the doctor said he found no evidence of this. He said Pickett was apparently in good condition except for a partly collapsed hung, which he said could not have caused his death. Dr. Weber said he also examined Pickett's skull and found nothing wrong. The defense asked the court to throw the case out on the grounds that Ray had failed to produce enough evidence to warrant a murder charge. Lawyers charged that the abdominal blows were delivered by a Negro newspaper editor for whom Pickett worked. They based this on the testimony of a second white officer who said he saw Pickett struggling with P. L. Taylor, editor of the Columbus World at noon on December 21. He said he was called to the Dixie Theatr where "Taylor was having trouble with this Pickett." "Taylor was delivering the blows," the officer said. "He was pushing him and hitting him with his fist." Asked where the blows were delivered the officers said "in the abdomen." However, Ray charged that Pickett was walking around town several hours later, apparently not hurt. He pointed out that the officer had not felt there was sufficient trouble to warrant arrest. The policeman said, however, he failed to arrest Pickett because Taylor and a woman "asked me to give him a break." A Patrolman Halsey said Pickett complained to him of being ill, but he only gave him one of the pills used for "drunks." He declared Pickett walked away from the jail "of his own free will." Hay told the court he felt he had at least shown that Cameron had shown "an abandoned and malignant heart" in handling Pickett. He said this was sufficient to warrant a murder charge. 15 YEARS OLDER for theft, was questioned first by Attorney Joe Ray, who was retained by the dead ministers sister, Mrs. Lillie Banks. Under direct questioning Johnson said he saw Cameron go into the "tank" where four or five drunk men were sleeping on the floor. He declared Pickett was standing erect and demanding to be let out of jail. The witness said Cameron announced he was going into the cell and quiet Pickett, but "he went over there and started beating him." Under cross examination by Attorneys Owen Roberts and Al Williams, Johnson stuck to his testimony. He admitted he did actually know Pickett, but declared Cameron told him the following day that "the preacher died." Defense attorneys drew also from Johnson an admission that Pickett called Cameron "a big white S. O. B.' during the encounter, but he said the minister never fought back. "He just stood there and let the man beat him?" defense lawyers asked. Johnson answered, "Yes Sir." Asked to describe the beating, Johnson said Cameron first hit Pickett about the face and head until he dropped to the floor. "When he fell he (Cameron) started using his black jack," Johnson said. Attorneys asked if the blows rendered Pickett unconscious. Johnson replied, "I don't know whether he was knocked out or not." He told how Cameron began to kick the minister, and added, "he didn't cuss no more." Johnson said Pickett later "started complaining of his side." A key testimony was also given by Dr. Joseph Martin Weber, Assistant Pathologist at Columbus Medical Center. He told the court Rev. Pickett had died from poisoning set up by a recent massive blow to the abdomen and gave the opinion that it was inflicted by a savage blow of the fist or a kick. Asked if the condition could not have resulted from natural causes, the doctor declared, "It could not." "A kick could have done it," he said. He added. "I would think it would have had to be an extremely violent person to deliver such a blow with a fist." "Happily," he said, "it's not my responsibility to decide." Dr. Weber told, the court that Rev. Pickett was "at least 15 years older" than payers had said he was. He fixed the minister's age as 55 or 60 years of age. Defense attorneys attempted to set up that Pickett suffered from extreme alcoholism, but the doctor said he found no evidence of this. He said Pickett was apparently in good condition except for a partly collapsed hung, which he said could not have caused his death. Dr. Weber said he also examined Pickett's skull and found nothing wrong. The defense asked the court to throw the case out on the grounds that Ray had failed to produce enough evidence to warrant a murder charge. Lawyers charged that the abdominal blows were delivered by a Negro newspaper editor for whom Pickett worked. They based this on the testimony of a second white officer who said he saw Pickett struggling with P. L. Taylor, editor of the Columbus World at noon on December 21. He said he was called to the Dixie Theatr where "Taylor was having trouble with this Pickett." "Taylor was delivering the blows," the officer said. "He was pushing him and hitting him with his fist." Asked where the blows were delivered the officers said "in the abdomen." However, Ray charged that Pickett was walking around town several hours later, apparently not hurt. He pointed out that the officer had not felt there was sufficient trouble to warrant arrest. The policeman said, however, he failed to arrest Pickett because Taylor and a woman "asked me to give him a break." A Patrolman Halsey said Pickett complained to him of being ill, but he only gave him one of the pills used for "drunks." He declared Pickett walked away from the jail "of his own free will." Hay told the court he felt he had at least shown that Cameron had shown "an abandoned and malignant heart" in handling Pickett. He said this was sufficient to warrant a murder charge. TAYLOR'S NAME BROUGHT UP for theft, was questioned first by Attorney Joe Ray, who was retained by the dead ministers sister, Mrs. Lillie Banks. Under direct questioning Johnson said he saw Cameron go into the "tank" where four or five drunk men were sleeping on the floor. He declared Pickett was standing erect and demanding to be let out of jail. The witness said Cameron announced he was going into the cell and quiet Pickett, but "he went over there and started beating him." Under cross examination by Attorneys Owen Roberts and Al Williams, Johnson stuck to his testimony. He admitted he did actually know Pickett, but declared Cameron told him the following day that "the preacher died." Defense attorneys drew also from Johnson an admission that Pickett called Cameron "a big white S. O. B.' during the encounter, but he said the minister never fought back. "He just stood there and let the man beat him?" defense lawyers asked. Johnson answered, "Yes Sir." Asked to describe the beating, Johnson said Cameron first hit Pickett about the face and head until he dropped to the floor. "When he fell he (Cameron) started using his black jack," Johnson said. Attorneys asked if the blows rendered Pickett unconscious. Johnson replied, "I don't know whether he was knocked out or not." He told how Cameron began to kick the minister, and added, "he didn't cuss no more." Johnson said Pickett later "started complaining of his side." A key testimony was also given by Dr. Joseph Martin Weber, Assistant Pathologist at Columbus Medical Center. He told the court Rev. Pickett had died from poisoning set up by a recent massive blow to the abdomen and gave the opinion that it was inflicted by a savage blow of the fist or a kick. Asked if the condition could not have resulted from natural causes, the doctor declared, "It could not." "A kick could have done it," he said. He added. "I would think it would have had to be an extremely violent person to deliver such a blow with a fist." "Happily," he said, "it's not my responsibility to decide." Dr. Weber told, the court that Rev. Pickett was "at least 15 years older" than payers had said he was. He fixed the minister's age as 55 or 60 years of age. Defense attorneys attempted to set up that Pickett suffered from extreme alcoholism, but the doctor said he found no evidence of this. He said Pickett was apparently in good condition except for a partly collapsed hung, which he said could not have caused his death. Dr. Weber said he also examined Pickett's skull and found nothing wrong. The defense asked the court to throw the case out on the grounds that Ray had failed to produce enough evidence to warrant a murder charge. Lawyers charged that the abdominal blows were delivered by a Negro newspaper editor for whom Pickett worked. They based this on the testimony of a second white officer who said he saw Pickett struggling with P. L. Taylor, editor of the Columbus World at noon on December 21. He said he was called to the Dixie Theatr where "Taylor was having trouble with this Pickett." "Taylor was delivering the blows," the officer said. "He was pushing him and hitting him with his fist." Asked where the blows were delivered the officers said "in the abdomen." However, Ray charged that Pickett was walking around town several hours later, apparently not hurt. He pointed out that the officer had not felt there was sufficient trouble to warrant arrest. The policeman said, however, he failed to arrest Pickett because Taylor and a woman "asked me to give him a break." A Patrolman Halsey said Pickett complained to him of being ill, but he only gave him one of the pills used for "drunks." He declared Pickett walked away from the jail "of his own free will." Hay told the court he felt he had at least shown that Cameron had shown "an abandoned and malignant heart" in handling Pickett. He said this was sufficient to warrant a murder charge. IS NOT ENOUGH! Join THE MARCH OF DIMES College Public Relations Officers To Hold Institute An institute for college public relation officers will be held in Charlotte on January 17 Johnson C. Smith University will be host to the college officers. Among the colleges to be represented ate the following: Albany State College, Albany, Ga., A. & T. College, Greensboro, N. C,; BarberScotia College, Concord, N. C., Bennett College, Greensboro, N. C.; Fayetteville State Teachers College, Fayetteville, N. C.; Fort Valley College, Fort Valley, Ga.; Johnson C. Smith University, Charlotte, N. C.; Livingstone College, Sailsbury, N. C.; Morris Brown College, Atlanta, Georgia; Morris College, Sumter, S. C.; North Carolina College at Durham, N. C.; St. Augustine's College, Raleigh, N. C.; Savannah State College, Savannah, Ga. and Virginia State College, Petersburg, Virginia. Among the topics the public relations officers will discuss are: "The Scope of College Public Relations," "Recruiting of Students," "Alumni Relations," "Publicity Through News Media," "Publications", "Fund-Raising," "College Advertising", and "What the Phesident Expects on His Public Relations Officers." Moses S. Belton, Director of Public Relations at Johnson C. Smith University, is chairman of the Program Committee of the Institute. 118,000 Farmers Obtain Loans From USDA An estimated 118,000 white and colored farmers, who could not obtain adequate credit from local sounces, received loans totaling $342.5 million last year from the Farmers Home Administration of the U. S. Department of Agriculture. Nearly 80,000 of the borrowers obtained $176 million for farm operating expenses, such as the purchase of livestock, equipment, ferterlizer, and insecticides. Approximately 5,300 farm families received loans to buy, development, or enlarge farms, or to refinance detbs; 1,300 obtained soil anw water concservation loans, 3,800 received housing loans, and 28,600 farm families in flood, drought, or other emergency loan areas received loans to maintain their farming operations. While 118,000 fram families were borrowing from Farmers Home, 44,000 were repaying their loans in full, and moving up to a position where they could obtain adequate credit through other sources. Altogether, 205,000 farmers including those who borrowed during previous years, made use of Farmers Home credit in 1957. The total amount owned by all farmers is estimated atone billion dollars. The Lonely Man By JAMES RONALD © 1957, by James Ronald. Distributed by King Features Syndicate. Deborah Vail, an actress unengaged at the moment was driving from London to Garnock, Scotland, to visit a married cousin. Joyce Monteith. Near Garnock during the stormy evening she was stopped by a flat tire. She was given a hostile reception at the house where she sought aid. The occupant Andrew Garvin obviously didn't want visitors. He told her he didn't have a phone, but when he left her alone to fix the tire, a phone rung Deborah answered it. "Get out and out" an angry demanded. "You're not wanted here!" Then while satisfying her curiosity about the house, a brutish face stared at her through a window. Garvin sent Deborah away without an explanation of these happenings. Her cousin told her there was good reason for Garvin to be spied upon and disliked. She said that Garvin murdered his wife Erica, a lazy social climber of careless conduct. Erica's aid found hot in bed, beaten to death in late afternoon. The murder weapon was missing. The impression made by Garvin during their brief meeting was such that Deborah couldn't believe him a murderer. Tills and Deborah's action in going to Garvin's aid when he is eset by an angry crowd in Garnock cause Joyce concern. She does not know that Deborah has set out on her own to investigate the case beginning with a visit to the Garvins former maid. The maid tells her that on the fatal day she was sent away while Mrs. Garvin entertained a male caller. The Montes, have a tenant on rooms in their house. David Cray a young police inspector. He takes an interest in Deborah. She does not welcome his attentions and she is annoyed by his conceit and the fact that, he is to be a guest at a party she is to attend with the Monte and Andrew Garvin's sister. Ed. JOYCE was making last-minute alterations to an evening dress when Deborah burst into the room. In mounting excitement, Deborah told her cousin of the wrongly dated sales slip the garage attendant had given her that morning, and of her talk with Old Mrs. Craw. Joyce refused to be impressed. Her manner was disapproving. "I don't see why you're so worked up. It doesn't seem that important to me." "People who make mistakes in the date are likely to be in the habit of making such mistakes. After a lapse of a week, how could one have the slightest faith in the man's evidence? It may have been the day before the murder, or a couple of days before, that Andrew Garvin stopped for petrol." "The police aren't stupid. They're bound to have taken that sort of factor into consideration." "The police," said Deborah disgustedly. "David's no fool, whatever you may think of him." "As far as Old Mrs. Craw is concerned—well, all she saw was a man in a sports jacket getting out of a sports car. It could have been anyone." Joyce did not seem to relish that line of thought. She shook her head vehemently. "All those little cars look much alike," Deborah went on, "and a sports jacket is normal wear for men in the country. It wasn't Andrew Garvin she saw. It was the visitor his wife was expecting when she sent the maid on a senseless errand." "I wish you'd forget the whole business," said Joyce petulantly. "How can I?" They looked at each other. It struck Deborah that Joyce seemed almost frightened by the suggestion that some man other than Andrew Garvin might have killed Erica. * * * The baby sitter arrived at a quarter to seven, bringing a friend. She hoped Mrs. Monteith would not mind, but she was scared to be alone with a murderer at large. Joyce said that was all nonsense. She only wanted someone to gossip with. "Clothes and boys. That's all you girls think of." "What else is there?" asked the baby sitter's friend with a giggle. Paddy, the Scalyham, was suspicious of the friend. He kept circling her warily, making lowthroated noises. He was not sure this giggler could be trusted near the precious baby. With a firm tread on the stairs, David Gray came down, looking debonair in a double-breasted dinner jacket. Ewan gave an admiring whistle. "That's what I should look like!" In the driveway, Deborah's elderly coupe looked like a poor relation behind David's glossy M.G.A. David pointed out that there was not room for four in either car. "I'll take Miss Vail in mine," he said. "You and Joyce can go in Miss Vail's car, Ewan." "I don't think he could handle it," said Deborah stiffly. "No offense, Ewan, but the old thing's a bit erratic. You have to know her little ways:" "Then I'll go with you," said David promptly. It was no use snubbing the man: a snub went right over his head. "Ewan, you take the M.G.A. No fancy driving. Remember you're a sober old married man." Ewan and his wife climbed into the sports car, which started at once and was quickly gone. To Deborah's annoyance, an attack of asthma seemed to be afflicting her car. The engine wheezed and spluttered but refused to catch David sat beside her, cool and impertubable, offering neither counsel nor help. It was several minutes before she coaxed, the engine into a labored panting, let in the clutch and drove slowly, almost limpingly, out of the drive. She drove at a sedate speed through the town. David offered a cigarette. She refused coldly. He said it was a nice evening. This she could not deny. She said "Very" as if he word choked her. After a time he told her pleasantly to turn left and, a little later, to turn right. She was relieved when they turned in between high wrought-iron gates and crunched over gravel to the imposing doorway of the MacInches' large bright-lighted house. The moment they stopped David came around to her side swiftly and handed her out as urbanely as if they had come in a Rolls. The door was opened by a butler who admitted them to a panelled hall and took David's hat and coat. A rosy-cheeked housemaid relieved Deborah of her wrap. The butler led them into a room humming with conversation. It Was habit with Deborah, a part of her stage training, to make an entrance. Before joining a gathering she always squared her shoulders, threw back her head, and looked cordially expectant. David, at her elbow, was amused by this instinctive performance. The room, of elegant proportions, was furnished with taste and charm. Warmed by a blazing log fire, lit by discreetly shaded lamps, it made a gracious background for the men in formal black and white and the women in colorful dresses. A tall, middle-aged man detached himself from the group by the fire and came to them with a welcoming smile, followed by a very thin woman with a wan, almost haggard face. "I heard how lovely you were, Miss Vail," said Hector MacInch in his rich, fruity voice, "but I'm afraid they didn't do you justice." How like an actor, was her immediate reaction. Well, she supposed a brilliant criminal advocate must be an actor of sorts. He carried with him an aura of wig and gown and ceremonial. He enveloped one of her hands in a well-fleshed palm. "It was good of you to come, my dear," said Judith MacInch, her smile giving Deborah a glimpse of vanished beauty. A kindly, gracious person, she made Deborah feel very much at home. "Good to see you. Inspector," said Hector MacInch, with the merest hint of mockery in his twinkling eyes. "'Inspector' on duty," replied David pleasantly: "Off-duty, 'David' to my friends and 'Mr. Gray' to my acquaintances." "Then come and have a cocktail, David. You, too. Miss Vail. I suggest one of my special martinis. Five parts gin, one part Noilly Prat, and one drop of Pernod. Well shaken, with plenty of ice." With a Latin flourish he kissed his bunched fingertips "Perfection." SYNOPSIS By JAMES RONALD © 1957, by James Ronald. Distributed by King Features Syndicate. Deborah Vail, an actress unengaged at the moment was driving from London to Garnock, Scotland, to visit a married cousin. Joyce Monteith. Near Garnock during the stormy evening she was stopped by a flat tire. She was given a hostile reception at the house where she sought aid. The occupant Andrew Garvin obviously didn't want visitors. He told her he didn't have a phone, but when he left her alone to fix the tire, a phone rung Deborah answered it. "Get out and out" an angry demanded. "You're not wanted here!" Then while satisfying her curiosity about the house, a brutish face stared at her through a window. Garvin sent Deborah away without an explanation of these happenings. Her cousin told her there was good reason for Garvin to be spied upon and disliked. She said that Garvin murdered his wife Erica, a lazy social climber of careless conduct. Erica's aid found hot in bed, beaten to death in late afternoon. The murder weapon was missing. The impression made by Garvin during their brief meeting was such that Deborah couldn't believe him a murderer. Tills and Deborah's action in going to Garvin's aid when he is eset by an angry crowd in Garnock cause Joyce concern. She does not know that Deborah has set out on her own to investigate the case beginning with a visit to the Garvins former maid. The maid tells her that on the fatal day she was sent away while Mrs. Garvin entertained a male caller. The Montes, have a tenant on rooms in their house. David Cray a young police inspector. He takes an interest in Deborah. She does not welcome his attentions and she is annoyed by his conceit and the fact that, he is to be a guest at a party she is to attend with the Monte and Andrew Garvin's sister. Ed. JOYCE was making last-minute alterations to an evening dress when Deborah burst into the room. In mounting excitement, Deborah told her cousin of the wrongly dated sales slip the garage attendant had given her that morning, and of her talk with Old Mrs. Craw. Joyce refused to be impressed. Her manner was disapproving. "I don't see why you're so worked up. It doesn't seem that important to me." "People who make mistakes in the date are likely to be in the habit of making such mistakes. After a lapse of a week, how could one have the slightest faith in the man's evidence? It may have been the day before the murder, or a couple of days before, that Andrew Garvin stopped for petrol." "The police aren't stupid. They're bound to have taken that sort of factor into consideration." "The police," said Deborah disgustedly. "David's no fool, whatever you may think of him." "As far as Old Mrs. Craw is concerned—well, all she saw was a man in a sports jacket getting out of a sports car. It could have been anyone." Joyce did not seem to relish that line of thought. She shook her head vehemently. "All those little cars look much alike," Deborah went on, "and a sports jacket is normal wear for men in the country. It wasn't Andrew Garvin she saw. It was the visitor his wife was expecting when she sent the maid on a senseless errand." "I wish you'd forget the whole business," said Joyce petulantly. "How can I?" They looked at each other. It struck Deborah that Joyce seemed almost frightened by the suggestion that some man other than Andrew Garvin might have killed Erica. * * * The baby sitter arrived at a quarter to seven, bringing a friend. She hoped Mrs. Monteith would not mind, but she was scared to be alone with a murderer at large. Joyce said that was all nonsense. She only wanted someone to gossip with. "Clothes and boys. That's all you girls think of." "What else is there?" asked the baby sitter's friend with a giggle. Paddy, the Scalyham, was suspicious of the friend. He kept circling her warily, making lowthroated noises. He was not sure this giggler could be trusted near the precious baby. With a firm tread on the stairs, David Gray came down, looking debonair in a double-breasted dinner jacket. Ewan gave an admiring whistle. "That's what I should look like!" In the driveway, Deborah's elderly coupe looked like a poor relation behind David's glossy M.G.A. David pointed out that there was not room for four in either car. "I'll take Miss Vail in mine," he said. "You and Joyce can go in Miss Vail's car, Ewan." "I don't think he could handle it," said Deborah stiffly. "No offense, Ewan, but the old thing's a bit erratic. You have to know her little ways:" "Then I'll go with you," said David promptly. It was no use snubbing the man: a snub went right over his head. "Ewan, you take the M.G.A. No fancy driving. Remember you're a sober old married man." Ewan and his wife climbed into the sports car, which started at once and was quickly gone. To Deborah's annoyance, an attack of asthma seemed to be afflicting her car. The engine wheezed and spluttered but refused to catch David sat beside her, cool and impertubable, offering neither counsel nor help. It was several minutes before she coaxed, the engine into a labored panting, let in the clutch and drove slowly, almost limpingly, out of the drive. She drove at a sedate speed through the town. David offered a cigarette. She refused coldly. He said it was a nice evening. This she could not deny. She said "Very" as if he word choked her. After a time he told her pleasantly to turn left and, a little later, to turn right. She was relieved when they turned in between high wrought-iron gates and crunched over gravel to the imposing doorway of the MacInches' large bright-lighted house. The moment they stopped David came around to her side swiftly and handed her out as urbanely as if they had come in a Rolls. The door was opened by a butler who admitted them to a panelled hall and took David's hat and coat. A rosy-cheeked housemaid relieved Deborah of her wrap. The butler led them into a room humming with conversation. It Was habit with Deborah, a part of her stage training, to make an entrance. Before joining a gathering she always squared her shoulders, threw back her head, and looked cordially expectant. David, at her elbow, was amused by this instinctive performance. The room, of elegant proportions, was furnished with taste and charm. Warmed by a blazing log fire, lit by discreetly shaded lamps, it made a gracious background for the men in formal black and white and the women in colorful dresses. A tall, middle-aged man detached himself from the group by the fire and came to them with a welcoming smile, followed by a very thin woman with a wan, almost haggard face. "I heard how lovely you were, Miss Vail," said Hector MacInch in his rich, fruity voice, "but I'm afraid they didn't do you justice." How like an actor, was her immediate reaction. Well, she supposed a brilliant criminal advocate must be an actor of sorts. He carried with him an aura of wig and gown and ceremonial. He enveloped one of her hands in a well-fleshed palm. "It was good of you to come, my dear," said Judith MacInch, her smile giving Deborah a glimpse of vanished beauty. A kindly, gracious person, she made Deborah feel very much at home. "Good to see you. Inspector," said Hector MacInch, with the merest hint of mockery in his twinkling eyes. "'Inspector' on duty," replied David pleasantly: "Off-duty, 'David' to my friends and 'Mr. Gray' to my acquaintances." "Then come and have a cocktail, David. You, too. Miss Vail. I suggest one of my special martinis. Five parts gin, one part Noilly Prat, and one drop of Pernod. Well shaken, with plenty of ice." With a Latin flourish he kissed his bunched fingertips "Perfection." CHAPTER 12 By JAMES RONALD © 1957, by James Ronald. Distributed by King Features Syndicate. Deborah Vail, an actress unengaged at the moment was driving from London to Garnock, Scotland, to visit a married cousin. Joyce Monteith. Near Garnock during the stormy evening she was stopped by a flat tire. She was given a hostile reception at the house where she sought aid. The occupant Andrew Garvin obviously didn't want visitors. He told her he didn't have a phone, but when he left her alone to fix the tire, a phone rung Deborah answered it. "Get out and out" an angry demanded. "You're not wanted here!" Then while satisfying her curiosity about the house, a brutish face stared at her through a window. Garvin sent Deborah away without an explanation of these happenings. Her cousin told her there was good reason for Garvin to be spied upon and disliked. She said that Garvin murdered his wife Erica, a lazy social climber of careless conduct. Erica's aid found hot in bed, beaten to death in late afternoon. The murder weapon was missing. The impression made by Garvin during their brief meeting was such that Deborah couldn't believe him a murderer. Tills and Deborah's action in going to Garvin's aid when he is eset by an angry crowd in Garnock cause Joyce concern. She does not know that Deborah has set out on her own to investigate the case beginning with a visit to the Garvins former maid. The maid tells her that on the fatal day she was sent away while Mrs. Garvin entertained a male caller. The Montes, have a tenant on rooms in their house. David Cray a young police inspector. He takes an interest in Deborah. She does not welcome his attentions and she is annoyed by his conceit and the fact that, he is to be a guest at a party she is to attend with the Monte and Andrew Garvin's sister. Ed. JOYCE was making last-minute alterations to an evening dress when Deborah burst into the room. In mounting excitement, Deborah told her cousin of the wrongly dated sales slip the garage attendant had given her that morning, and of her talk with Old Mrs. Craw. Joyce refused to be impressed. Her manner was disapproving. "I don't see why you're so worked up. It doesn't seem that important to me." "People who make mistakes in the date are likely to be in the habit of making such mistakes. After a lapse of a week, how could one have the slightest faith in the man's evidence? It may have been the day before the murder, or a couple of days before, that Andrew Garvin stopped for petrol." "The police aren't stupid. They're bound to have taken that sort of factor into consideration." "The police," said Deborah disgustedly. "David's no fool, whatever you may think of him." "As far as Old Mrs. Craw is concerned—well, all she saw was a man in a sports jacket getting out of a sports car. It could have been anyone." Joyce did not seem to relish that line of thought. She shook her head vehemently. "All those little cars look much alike," Deborah went on, "and a sports jacket is normal wear for men in the country. It wasn't Andrew Garvin she saw. It was the visitor his wife was expecting when she sent the maid on a senseless errand." "I wish you'd forget the whole business," said Joyce petulantly. "How can I?" They looked at each other. It struck Deborah that Joyce seemed almost frightened by the suggestion that some man other than Andrew Garvin might have killed Erica. * * * The baby sitter arrived at a quarter to seven, bringing a friend. She hoped Mrs. Monteith would not mind, but she was scared to be alone with a murderer at large. Joyce said that was all nonsense. She only wanted someone to gossip with. "Clothes and boys. That's all you girls think of." "What else is there?" asked the baby sitter's friend with a giggle. Paddy, the Scalyham, was suspicious of the friend. He kept circling her warily, making lowthroated noises. He was not sure this giggler could be trusted near the precious baby. With a firm tread on the stairs, David Gray came down, looking debonair in a double-breasted dinner jacket. Ewan gave an admiring whistle. "That's what I should look like!" In the driveway, Deborah's elderly coupe looked like a poor relation behind David's glossy M.G.A. David pointed out that there was not room for four in either car. "I'll take Miss Vail in mine," he said. "You and Joyce can go in Miss Vail's car, Ewan." "I don't think he could handle it," said Deborah stiffly. "No offense, Ewan, but the old thing's a bit erratic. You have to know her little ways:" "Then I'll go with you," said David promptly. It was no use snubbing the man: a snub went right over his head. "Ewan, you take the M.G.A. No fancy driving. Remember you're a sober old married man." Ewan and his wife climbed into the sports car, which started at once and was quickly gone. To Deborah's annoyance, an attack of asthma seemed to be afflicting her car. The engine wheezed and spluttered but refused to catch David sat beside her, cool and impertubable, offering neither counsel nor help. It was several minutes before she coaxed, the engine into a labored panting, let in the clutch and drove slowly, almost limpingly, out of the drive. She drove at a sedate speed through the town. David offered a cigarette. She refused coldly. He said it was a nice evening. This she could not deny. She said "Very" as if he word choked her. After a time he told her pleasantly to turn left and, a little later, to turn right. She was relieved when they turned in between high wrought-iron gates and crunched over gravel to the imposing doorway of the MacInches' large bright-lighted house. The moment they stopped David came around to her side swiftly and handed her out as urbanely as if they had come in a Rolls. The door was opened by a butler who admitted them to a panelled hall and took David's hat and coat. A rosy-cheeked housemaid relieved Deborah of her wrap. The butler led them into a room humming with conversation. It Was habit with Deborah, a part of her stage training, to make an entrance. Before joining a gathering she always squared her shoulders, threw back her head, and looked cordially expectant. David, at her elbow, was amused by this instinctive performance. The room, of elegant proportions, was furnished with taste and charm. Warmed by a blazing log fire, lit by discreetly shaded lamps, it made a gracious background for the men in formal black and white and the women in colorful dresses. A tall, middle-aged man detached himself from the group by the fire and came to them with a welcoming smile, followed by a very thin woman with a wan, almost haggard face. "I heard how lovely you were, Miss Vail," said Hector MacInch in his rich, fruity voice, "but I'm afraid they didn't do you justice." How like an actor, was her immediate reaction. Well, she supposed a brilliant criminal advocate must be an actor of sorts. He carried with him an aura of wig and gown and ceremonial. He enveloped one of her hands in a well-fleshed palm. "It was good of you to come, my dear," said Judith MacInch, her smile giving Deborah a glimpse of vanished beauty. A kindly, gracious person, she made Deborah feel very much at home. "Good to see you. Inspector," said Hector MacInch, with the merest hint of mockery in his twinkling eyes. "'Inspector' on duty," replied David pleasantly: "Off-duty, 'David' to my friends and 'Mr. Gray' to my acquaintances." "Then come and have a cocktail, David. You, too. Miss Vail. I suggest one of my special martinis. Five parts gin, one part Noilly Prat, and one drop of Pernod. Well shaken, with plenty of ice." With a Latin flourish he kissed his bunched fingertips "Perfection." MEALTIME MELODIES! If you are concerned about losing come of those pounds picked up during your recent holiday eating, try dishes with low calorie content. A salad or main dish with cottage cheese as the protein source can make a highly nutritious, yet low calorie, lunch. Dinner casserol made with meat or eggs and vegetables are other suggestions for simple meals. Add a fruit salad, dessert and milk to drink and you have a hearty meal. This is a good, good casserote dish that your family will enjoy. 4 peeled, hard-cooked eggs 1 bunch gained, cooked broccoli 4 tablespoons butter 3 tablespoons flour 1 teaspoon salt 1-2 teaspoon Worchestershire sauce 2 cups milk 1-4 teaspoon paprika 1 cup American cheese, shredded 1-4 cup buttered crumbs Cut eggs in quarters lengthwise. Carefully arrange egg quarters and broccoli stalks in rows in a shallow, well-buttered baking dish. Prepare sauce by blending flour in melted butter; add salt and Worcestershire sauce and blend. Add milk, cook over low heat untily smooth and thickened, stirring constantly. Add paprika and cheese and stir until blended. Pour over eggs and broccoli; top with buttered crumbs and bake in a moderate oven, 350 degrees, for 20 to 25 minutes. Makes 6 servings. Broccoli And Eggs Au Gratin If you are concerned about losing come of those pounds picked up during your recent holiday eating, try dishes with low calorie content. A salad or main dish with cottage cheese as the protein source can make a highly nutritious, yet low calorie, lunch. Dinner casserol made with meat or eggs and vegetables are other suggestions for simple meals. Add a fruit salad, dessert and milk to drink and you have a hearty meal. This is a good, good casserote dish that your family will enjoy. 4 peeled, hard-cooked eggs 1 bunch gained, cooked broccoli 4 tablespoons butter 3 tablespoons flour 1 teaspoon salt 1-2 teaspoon Worchestershire sauce 2 cups milk 1-4 teaspoon paprika 1 cup American cheese, shredded 1-4 cup buttered crumbs Cut eggs in quarters lengthwise. Carefully arrange egg quarters and broccoli stalks in rows in a shallow, well-buttered baking dish. Prepare sauce by blending flour in melted butter; add salt and Worcestershire sauce and blend. Add milk, cook over low heat untily smooth and thickened, stirring constantly. Add paprika and cheese and stir until blended. Pour over eggs and broccoli; top with buttered crumbs and bake in a moderate oven, 350 degrees, for 20 to 25 minutes. Makes 6 servings. Opposes Too Much Nasal Medication Stressing that no two noses are alike, a Chicago physician. Monday warned against the indiscriminate use of nose drops nasal sprays and cartridge-type inhalers. Writing in the January issue of GP magazine, published monthly by the American Academy of General Practice, Dr. Noah D. Fabricant said that although nasal medications produce a constant, predictable effect, the nasal environment is continuously subject to change. Dr. Fabricant adds that the nasal mucosa, a delicate inner lining is a seldom "normal" and is instead subject to "an unending onslaught of acute respiratory infections, whether conditions, allergens, smoke, dust and chemical substances." The article points out that nasal medication need not always incdude anti-bacterial agents. Contrary to widespread popular opinion, the nasal cavity is not always teeming with germs and other bacteria. In the deeper regions it is frequently sterile, thanks to tiny hair-like cilia that they sweep away Micro-organisims. Some nasal medications, used too frequently, become less and less effective, Dr. Fabricant points out Fortunately, the resulting sensitivity can be quickly checked by discontinuing the medication. Although most nasal medications are safe, Dr. Fabricant warns against those that consistently alter blood presure pulse rate or respiration or that cause general nervousness, tremor or insomnia. Negro Twins Win Toni Twin Derby Twin Negro girls are among 47 sets of newborn arrivals an New Year's Day to win $500 in wonderful gifts in the 10th Annual Baby Derby conducted by The Toni Company, leading cosmetic manufacturer. Born during the first 12 hours of the new year — the time set for the Derby — the identical twin daughters of Mr. and Mrs. Cornelius Aldridge of 1033 Indiana Avenue, Lawrence, Kansas, are the only winners born in the state of Kansas this year. In 1958, Illinois led the nation with two sets of timely arrivals. Other winners were born in 15 different states.