Memphis World Memphis World Publishing Co. 1959-02-14 Thaddeus T. Stokes 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 man under the Act of Congress, March 1, 1870 THADDEUS T. STOKES Managing Editor SMITH FLEMING Circulation Manager 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 unblasedly and supporting those things it believes to be of interest to its readers and opposing those things against the interest of its readers. Negro History, World History It was a plausible gesture on the part of Carter G. Woodson and his able associates to institute many years ago the cause of Negro history. Here was a school whose certain and sure verdict was that Negro contributions and many of his worthwhile contrivances in the arts and sciences were not being chronicled, as such, and no fitting category, was devised for keeping alive the sentiments around the lives and labors of a people who had their portion in making this country and world better. Not that the Negro contributions, creations and inventions should be categorically something of interest to the Negro alone, and have no part in a general agenda of records of a whole people, but, for the sake of unearthing through wide research, those forgotten or denied achievements and contributions, Negro history took up the trail. It is befitting that for some years, we have known what was styled Negro History Week. This is a period which not only interests the Negro, but the whole people. The schools and colleges are engaged just now in various movements of research, reviewing Negro creations and those deeds of valor ascribed to him with his sundry contributions to society and the nation. Certain awakenings are always on every hand, while speakers ore carrying to the schools and forums refreshers in things of Negro contributions to the general society. Negro history can never be Negro history alone, but segments of worthwhile enactments which in their interweaving in the social compact, and the general enlightenment of the age, would also be accounts of world history. Carl Sandburg's Eulogy On Lincoln, A Deserved And Befitting Classic This February 12th celebration of the birth of Abraham Lincoln will take on an unusual significance. The famous poet and biographer, Carl Sandburg, will address a joint session of the United States Congress in an eulogy on Abraham Lincoln at 11:00 this morning. As is already known, Carl Sandburg has written a standard biography of Lincoln, and is an outstanding authority on the gospel according to Lincoln. He is the one man who has caused the blood to run warm in the veins of the martyred President by the masterful strokes of his pen. He continues to make modern America know and feel the real Lincoln. A second significance is the fact that the Congress would pay such homage as to cease its work and convene in joint session to hear the powerful lecturer and poet. Not since the days that Walt Whitman, another great poet of that century, penned the immortal hymn to Lincoln: "O Captain, My Captain" has such a poetic significance emerged inspite of all the great moving poems of Lincoln. Some 93 years ago, right in the shadow of Gettysburg and before the larks ceased the shrieking Te-Deums to the troubled years, George Bancroft, himself famous in historical contrivance, and one of the foremost scholars of his day, was heard as the first-layman to deliver o eulogy on Abraham Lincoln. Carl Sandburg, therefore, becomes the second layman as such, to rise to the occasion in national expression of him who saved the Union. Now, in the midst of other period of troubled years, when there is being implemented a second emancipation, time has sent, as it always has, a famous poet to the rescue to sing the annals of America; America, the free, America, the graceful. Those of this age, with their radio and television hookup, will be able to see and hear as well this chronicler of the era, in historic and poetic vein extoll from the halls of the Congress the virtues and never failing faith of Abraham Lincoln. The historian Bancroft, was speaking on the anniversary of Lincoln's birth in 1866, just a year after the cessation of hostilities between the states. The slaves had been freed and the President had been assassinated — just 10 months before. Now that we are met in a period of readjustment contingent to somewhat of a completion of the spirit of the Emancipation, with the 14th Amendment as the great criteria of the hour, let there be added interest in listening to and seeing a second layman speak before a joint session of Congress, in a befitting tribute to one who rises high at this very moment. The Congress will also hear the reading of the Gettysburg address, by that dramatist and famous impersonator, Frederic March. Truly on all such occasions the hymn of another great American and friend of the martyred President, Mrs. Julia Ward Howe, lives, and moves again on the altars of lovers of Teal freedom in this country - "MINE EYES HAVE SEEN THE GLORY OF THE COMING OF THE LORD." MEALTIME MELODIES Nutrition-wise and budget-wise, cheese is a bargain buy for the smart homemaker. It is the source of many valued food nutrients so important to the good health of both youngsters and adults. In protein alone, cheese offers approximately the same value, ounce for ounce, as meat. It also contains much of the mineral and vitamin content of the milk from which it was made. And this delicious food is available in many forms and flavors at economical cost for the nourishment offered. The versatility of cheese adds to its popularity. And the ease with which many cheese dishes can be prepared makes them popular for quick menu headliners, Here's a recipe for an easy to make cheese main dish which requires few ingredients and little handling time. It's ideal for a busy day luncheon or suppor. Add a crisp, green salad, milk for a beverage and a simple dessert for any easy and nourishing luncheon. 4 cups toasted bread cubes 3-4 pound American cheese, thinly sliced. 6 eggs 3 cups milk 1 teaspoon salt Few grains pepper 2 tablespoons butter Arrange alternate layers of bread cubes and cheese in buttered. 8"x8"x2", casserole, ending with bread. Beat eggs; add milk, salt and pepper. Pour into casserole over bread and cheese. Dot with butter. Bake in moderate over, 325 degrees 1 1-4 hours Makes 4 to 6 servings. CHEESE IS A BARGAIN BUY Nutrition-wise and budget-wise, cheese is a bargain buy for the smart homemaker. It is the source of many valued food nutrients so important to the good health of both youngsters and adults. In protein alone, cheese offers approximately the same value, ounce for ounce, as meat. It also contains much of the mineral and vitamin content of the milk from which it was made. And this delicious food is available in many forms and flavors at economical cost for the nourishment offered. The versatility of cheese adds to its popularity. And the ease with which many cheese dishes can be prepared makes them popular for quick menu headliners, Here's a recipe for an easy to make cheese main dish which requires few ingredients and little handling time. It's ideal for a busy day luncheon or suppor. Add a crisp, green salad, milk for a beverage and a simple dessert for any easy and nourishing luncheon. 4 cups toasted bread cubes 3-4 pound American cheese, thinly sliced. 6 eggs 3 cups milk 1 teaspoon salt Few grains pepper 2 tablespoons butter Arrange alternate layers of bread cubes and cheese in buttered. 8"x8"x2", casserole, ending with bread. Beat eggs; add milk, salt and pepper. Pour into casserole over bread and cheese. Dot with butter. Bake in moderate over, 325 degrees 1 1-4 hours Makes 4 to 6 servings. CHEESE CUSTARD ARNOLD Nutrition-wise and budget-wise, cheese is a bargain buy for the smart homemaker. It is the source of many valued food nutrients so important to the good health of both youngsters and adults. In protein alone, cheese offers approximately the same value, ounce for ounce, as meat. It also contains much of the mineral and vitamin content of the milk from which it was made. And this delicious food is available in many forms and flavors at economical cost for the nourishment offered. The versatility of cheese adds to its popularity. And the ease with which many cheese dishes can be prepared makes them popular for quick menu headliners, Here's a recipe for an easy to make cheese main dish which requires few ingredients and little handling time. It's ideal for a busy day luncheon or suppor. Add a crisp, green salad, milk for a beverage and a simple dessert for any easy and nourishing luncheon. 4 cups toasted bread cubes 3-4 pound American cheese, thinly sliced. 6 eggs 3 cups milk 1 teaspoon salt Few grains pepper 2 tablespoons butter Arrange alternate layers of bread cubes and cheese in buttered. 8"x8"x2", casserole, ending with bread. Beat eggs; add milk, salt and pepper. Pour into casserole over bread and cheese. Dot with butter. Bake in moderate over, 325 degrees 1 1-4 hours Makes 4 to 6 servings. Hate-Free ing "a hate-free fear-free, greedfree continent peopled by free men and women" as an African aim. "The very diversity of our peoples' customs and languages means we have much to contribute to each other," Dr. Azikiwe said. "If we can keep the larger vision in view we will not spoil the oppor tunity that lies before us by petty, inglorious side issues." "These African states may yet achieve what the independent, warring states of Europe and the volatile and sometimes undemocratic states of the American have never yet accomplished. That is, to achieve a unity undreamt of and to become models of honest, democratic government which will give hope to all Africa and offer a challenge to the world." Disaster At Saint Louis Surely the nation bows in sadness and sympathy for those storm sufferers in St. Louis, Mo. That area has fittingly been designated a disaster area, and as such will get aid from the U. S. government in this hour of disease, suffering and distress. The Red Cross is, already on the scene as usual in such disasters. Out of casualties of 19 dead, 17 of these would be Negroes, living in tenements, alleged not to be safe and sound housing. While none can stay the hands of fate, maybe this disaster will suggest a more rigid inquiry into the safety of quarters thrown up for Negro occupancy everywhere. It is to be regretted that racial angles should be drawn into what is already a heart-rending tragedy. No effort is intended here for the disparagement of any one. It is simply an observation of fact. Again, it is with-bowed heads and painful sorrow that we, extend to the suffering and bereaved of St. Louis, in this an "hour of tragedy, our deepest sympathy. 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 put 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. Philly Has Few Schools. A joint resolution was offered by Councilman Samuel Rose and Thomas Foglietta has pointed up that a most, rigid system of discrimination has been in effect. The city charter, has a clause that bans race, religious, color or national origin discrimination and this clause has been used by Foglietta and Rose to back up the resolution. Bill Would Aid Senator Thomas Hennings and cosponsored by. Senator Stuart Symington, both Missouri Damocrats. Under the Hennings-Symington proposal intuition, fees, books costs and the cost of room and board for students living away from home will be deductible. Similar deductions would be allowed for students paying the cost of their own education. A third tax benefit would be allowed for those contributing to scholarships. Blair T. Hunt, Honored help to, build a YMCA." He added "civilization and religion doesn't have to die as long as there are creative minorities. Creative men will never die—Blair T. Hunt has been a creative man— he'll always live." Hunt was presented a lounging chair by the YMCA's Committee of Management. The presentation was made by J. T. Chandler, recently elected chairman of Committee of Management, who was master of ceremonies. In responding. Hunt said his interest in the YMCA and community, will be-as keen as ever. He expressed his appreciation for the testimonial diner and gift. Other speakers appearing on the program included: Mrs. Melvin Robinson, Chairman of the Ladies Auxiliary of the branch Y; Mrs. Addle Owens, Executive Secretary of the Vance Avenue Branch YW CA; Gamier Currie soloist: Jessic Springer, principal, of Douglas High School; Dr. Hollis E. Price, president of LeMoyne College; Rev. B. L. Hooks pastor of Middle Baptist Church; D. H. Boyce, vicepresident of Universal Life Insurance Company; E. L. Whittington, general secretary of the YMCA, E. L. Pender, music director of Booker T. Washington High School; Fred Joseph, executive director of the branch Y; who introduced the sepaker; Rev. J. W. Golden and Dr. E. Banks White, general chairman of the testimonial dinner. MEMPHIS WORLD Want Ad Information Call JA. 6-4030 FOR RENT 171-73 BEALE REPAIR SERVICE REMODEL—REPAIR—PAINT ADD-A-ROOM SALESWOMEN WANTED BUSINESS WOMEN — SELL NEWSBOYS WANTED GET YOUR VITAMINS REPAIRS HELP WANTED — FEMALE "Freedom" Is Not the withholding of the dawn." On concluding, Lockard said, "morality can be legislated into government because, what is government but people working collectively." He also said that force can be applied in obtaining civil rights. "Force is the most effective element that can be used for everlasting freedom — peace. However, what I say here is dependent upon when, where, and how it is applied, to determine whether force in government is evil or good. A check for $750 was presented to LeMoyne's athletic fund by the alumni. Making the presentation was Mrs. Ann L. Hall, president of the Alumni Association. Receiving it for the school was President Hollis P. Price. Among other alumni appearing on the program were: Mrs. Helen Shelby. Samuel peace, Leon Hurd, Cecil Goodloe, Miss John Ella Wells. Jesse Turner and Elmer Henderson general1 chairman of the pro— gram and Robert Ratcliff. A reception was held immediately following the program. Re freshments, served by Mrs. Lola Mae Rowland, were supplied by the courtesy of Carnation MilkCompany. The New WAYNE D.OVERHOLSER Thriller THE LONE DEPUTY © 1957, Wayne D. Overholser. From the novel published by The Macmillan Co. Distributed by King Features Syndicate. Price Regan, town marshal of Saddle Rock, Colo., and deputy sheriff of Tremame county, has more on his mind than Laura Madden, even though she has announced to him that he is marrying her. Price would be willing enough to marry Laura if he wasn't the man in the middle in a struggle of power and bride between Laura's father. Barry Madden. Saddle Rock's banker, and Cole Weston a cattleman whose riders respect any laws. Madden found out he didn't own price when he offered him a house as a wedding present in return for running homesteader-storekeeper Walt Cronin out of the country, trice refused. Word of this traveled can, and one of Cole Weston's gunslinging cowboys, Curly Blue, picked a fight with Price. Blue came second best, so Weston ordered Madden to get rid of Price. For Laura's sake. Madden persuaded Weston to allow him twelve hours to brine Price into line without gunplay. Weston doesn't want settlers coming into the valley and obtaining legal possession under homestead laws of land Weston has been holding by force. Weston wants to make a forbldding example of Cronin.... THE YELLOW CAT was a small stream that headed among the low, sage-covered hills to the north. Its valley was narrow and Darren in most places, a sort of No Man's Land between the Broken Ring and. Bridlebit ranches that no one wanted. That was the reason. Price Regan thought as he rode up the creek after leaving Cronin's store, that Cronin and the settlers had been permitted to stay. it the Yellow Cat had been south of the river on Weston's Rocking C range, the nesters would have been removed the day they arrived, but being north of the river, they had been out of Weston's immediate reach, and neither Sanders nor the Mohawks had taken the trouble to evict them. For weeks Weston had been saying in town that he was losing calves and that Walt Cronin was responsible. It could be true, Price thought, but the small number of calves that were stolen wasn't a drop in the bucket to Cronin's cattlemen neighbors. Certainly Red Sanders figured the losses didn't, amount to enough to kick up a fuss over, and the Mohawk brothers didn't have time. They were too niggardly to hire the men they needed, so they had to work twice as hard as they would otherwise have done. Sooner or later Price's thinking always got around to Cole Weston, and he asked himself why Weston was making an issue about the settlers presence when his grass was not endangered. It could be that the rancher was using the settlers as an excuse to get rid of a deputy he couldn't handle. That could be part of the answer, Price decided, but it seemed more likely to be a simple matter of principle. Weston hated settlers whether they were on his range or not. He had a one-track mind that, once settled upon a course of action, would never detour or stop until the job was done or he was dead. A big question in Price's mind was why Weston had waited as long as he had to get Cronin but of the country. Price Knew the people in the valley of the Yellow Cat They were, with one or two exceptions, a pretty scurvy lot, men who had drifted all over the West with their wives and kids and rickety wagons and worn-out teams, wanderers who had consistently failed at everything they'd tried and would nave failed here if Walt Cronin hadn't kept them from starving to death. The creek was choked with brush the entire length of the valley. By the time Price reached Frank Evans place, he'd seen a dozen or more WC yearlings in the brush. Probably there were others he hadn't seen. As Price reined off the road and pulled up beside the garden Evans was hoeing, be wondered if Cronin was carrying on a Digger operation than he suspected. Evans was a bachelor, a stooped, middle-aged man who had a hungry look about him just as the rest of the settlers did. Now he stopped and leaned on his he, staring at Price truculently. "Morning, Frank," Price said. "Howdy," Evans grunted, giving no invitation to Price to step down. "How's your garden coming?" Price asked. "Poorly." The rocky ground was dry and hard, and the vegetables did indeed look poorly. There was no evidence that Evans had tried to irrigate, although the creek was bank full. Evans continued to lean on his hoe, letting Price feel the edge of his hostility. Although he'd never had any trouble with the settlers, Price knew they hated him simply because Cronin had poisoned them against him, convincing them he was Weston's man. "How many yearlings do you suppose Cronin owns?" Price asked. Evans licked his lips, gaze dropping a way from Price. "Dunno." "How" many cows does he own?" "Dunno." "Kind of funny, isn't it? Cronin's got a bunch of calves in his pasture and I've seen some yearlings along the creek, but I haven't spotted any cows." Evans started to hoe, saying nothing, Price turned his horse back to the road and went on up the creek. He was wasting his time. These people wouldn't say anything against Cronin whether they were doing the stealing or not. But Price had to make them talk. Once the shooting started, there'd be hell to pay. Price had seen this kind of thing happen. It had to be stopped before it, started. There was s slim chance some of these people might say the wrong thing. If he could dig up any evidence against Cronin, he'd hustle the man out of the country and for the time being the trouble would be averted. Sam Potter lived just above Evans with his wife, his daughter jean, and a boy named Bruce Jarvis who worked for his room and board. The Potter place was the best-looking farm on the creek. They owned a saddle horse as well as a good team; the house was painted; the garden and grain looked good. Potter was tinkering around his wagon when Price rode up. An instant later Mrs. Potter came from the house and the girl jean left the henhouse, both moving across the yard to stand together behind Potter. Price said, "Good morning." Potter tipped his head in greet ing, saying nothing. Neither did his wife. The boy Bruce slipped around the barn and stood watching. Absolute silence for a minute, all four of them showing the same hostility that had been in Frank Evans. The Potters were a notch above the rest of the creek people, and now it struck Price that if he couldn't get through to them he might just as well ride back to town. There'd be no point in going on up the creek. Anger stirred in Price as his gaze moved from Potter's round face to his wife's thin, sharp one, and on to Jean, who was about twenty and who would be attractive if she had some decentclothes to wear. He had never seen her in anything but a faded and patched gingham dress slimilar to the one she was wearing now. He glanced at Bruce, a skinny kid of sixteen or seventeen, with a hint of peach fuzz on his chin and upper up and hands that were oddly big for so thin a boy. His clothes, which were too large for him, consisted mostly of patches sewed on patches. "Well, yon folks are sure a friendly bunch," Price burst out. "Why should we be friendly?" Mrs. Potter demanded. "That star you're packing don't mean nothing." You're a hired gun who sold your soul to Cole Weston and now you're here to tell us to leave the country. Ain't that right?" "You're wrong, ma'am," Price. said. "This star does mean something. I'm not a hired gun, and I haven't sold my soul to Cole Weston." "But you did come to tell us to leave the country, didn't you?" Mrs. Potter pressed. He didn't answer for a moment. Then he said, slowly, "Sam, what have you got here that's worth staying for?" "A home," Mrs. Potter, answered for her husband. We've been here longer than any other place since we got married. We ain't moving again, Regan. That's a promise." WHAT HAS HAPPENED © 1957, Wayne D. Overholser. From the novel published by The Macmillan Co. Distributed by King Features Syndicate. Price Regan, town marshal of Saddle Rock, Colo., and deputy sheriff of Tremame county, has more on his mind than Laura Madden, even though she has announced to him that he is marrying her. Price would be willing enough to marry Laura if he wasn't the man in the middle in a struggle of power and bride between Laura's father. Barry Madden. Saddle Rock's banker, and Cole Weston a cattleman whose riders respect any laws. Madden found out he didn't own price when he offered him a house as a wedding present in return for running homesteader-storekeeper Walt Cronin out of the country, trice refused. Word of this traveled can, and one of Cole Weston's gunslinging cowboys, Curly Blue, picked a fight with Price. Blue came second best, so Weston ordered Madden to get rid of Price. For Laura's sake. Madden persuaded Weston to allow him twelve hours to brine Price into line without gunplay. Weston doesn't want settlers coming into the valley and obtaining legal possession under homestead laws of land Weston has been holding by force. Weston wants to make a forbldding example of Cronin.... THE YELLOW CAT was a small stream that headed among the low, sage-covered hills to the north. Its valley was narrow and Darren in most places, a sort of No Man's Land between the Broken Ring and. Bridlebit ranches that no one wanted. That was the reason. Price Regan thought as he rode up the creek after leaving Cronin's store, that Cronin and the settlers had been permitted to stay. it the Yellow Cat had been south of the river on Weston's Rocking C range, the nesters would have been removed the day they arrived, but being north of the river, they had been out of Weston's immediate reach, and neither Sanders nor the Mohawks had taken the trouble to evict them. For weeks Weston had been saying in town that he was losing calves and that Walt Cronin was responsible. It could be true, Price thought, but the small number of calves that were stolen wasn't a drop in the bucket to Cronin's cattlemen neighbors. Certainly Red Sanders figured the losses didn't, amount to enough to kick up a fuss over, and the Mohawk brothers didn't have time. They were too niggardly to hire the men they needed, so they had to work twice as hard as they would otherwise have done. Sooner or later Price's thinking always got around to Cole Weston, and he asked himself why Weston was making an issue about the settlers presence when his grass was not endangered. It could be that the rancher was using the settlers as an excuse to get rid of a deputy he couldn't handle. That could be part of the answer, Price decided, but it seemed more likely to be a simple matter of principle. Weston hated settlers whether they were on his range or not. He had a one-track mind that, once settled upon a course of action, would never detour or stop until the job was done or he was dead. A big question in Price's mind was why Weston had waited as long as he had to get Cronin but of the country. Price Knew the people in the valley of the Yellow Cat They were, with one or two exceptions, a pretty scurvy lot, men who had drifted all over the West with their wives and kids and rickety wagons and worn-out teams, wanderers who had consistently failed at everything they'd tried and would nave failed here if Walt Cronin hadn't kept them from starving to death. The creek was choked with brush the entire length of the valley. By the time Price reached Frank Evans place, he'd seen a dozen or more WC yearlings in the brush. Probably there were others he hadn't seen. As Price reined off the road and pulled up beside the garden Evans was hoeing, be wondered if Cronin was carrying on a Digger operation than he suspected. Evans was a bachelor, a stooped, middle-aged man who had a hungry look about him just as the rest of the settlers did. Now he stopped and leaned on his he, staring at Price truculently. "Morning, Frank," Price said. "Howdy," Evans grunted, giving no invitation to Price to step down. "How's your garden coming?" Price asked. "Poorly." The rocky ground was dry and hard, and the vegetables did indeed look poorly. There was no evidence that Evans had tried to irrigate, although the creek was bank full. Evans continued to lean on his hoe, letting Price feel the edge of his hostility. Although he'd never had any trouble with the settlers, Price knew they hated him simply because Cronin had poisoned them against him, convincing them he was Weston's man. "How many yearlings do you suppose Cronin owns?" Price asked. Evans licked his lips, gaze dropping a way from Price. "Dunno." "How" many cows does he own?" "Dunno." "Kind of funny, isn't it? Cronin's got a bunch of calves in his pasture and I've seen some yearlings along the creek, but I haven't spotted any cows." Evans started to hoe, saying nothing, Price turned his horse back to the road and went on up the creek. He was wasting his time. These people wouldn't say anything against Cronin whether they were doing the stealing or not. But Price had to make them talk. Once the shooting started, there'd be hell to pay. Price had seen this kind of thing happen. It had to be stopped before it, started. There was s slim chance some of these people might say the wrong thing. If he could dig up any evidence against Cronin, he'd hustle the man out of the country and for the time being the trouble would be averted. Sam Potter lived just above Evans with his wife, his daughter jean, and a boy named Bruce Jarvis who worked for his room and board. The Potter place was the best-looking farm on the creek. They owned a saddle horse as well as a good team; the house was painted; the garden and grain looked good. Potter was tinkering around his wagon when Price rode up. An instant later Mrs. Potter came from the house and the girl jean left the henhouse, both moving across the yard to stand together behind Potter. Price said, "Good morning." Potter tipped his head in greet ing, saying nothing. Neither did his wife. The boy Bruce slipped around the barn and stood watching. Absolute silence for a minute, all four of them showing the same hostility that had been in Frank Evans. The Potters were a notch above the rest of the creek people, and now it struck Price that if he couldn't get through to them he might just as well ride back to town. There'd be no point in going on up the creek. Anger stirred in Price as his gaze moved from Potter's round face to his wife's thin, sharp one, and on to Jean, who was about twenty and who would be attractive if she had some decentclothes to wear. He had never seen her in anything but a faded and patched gingham dress slimilar to the one she was wearing now. He glanced at Bruce, a skinny kid of sixteen or seventeen, with a hint of peach fuzz on his chin and upper up and hands that were oddly big for so thin a boy. His clothes, which were too large for him, consisted mostly of patches sewed on patches. "Well, yon folks are sure a friendly bunch," Price burst out. "Why should we be friendly?" Mrs. Potter demanded. "That star you're packing don't mean nothing." You're a hired gun who sold your soul to Cole Weston and now you're here to tell us to leave the country. Ain't that right?" "You're wrong, ma'am," Price. said. "This star does mean something. I'm not a hired gun, and I haven't sold my soul to Cole Weston." "But you did come to tell us to leave the country, didn't you?" Mrs. Potter pressed. He didn't answer for a moment. Then he said, slowly, "Sam, what have you got here that's worth staying for?" "A home," Mrs. Potter, answered for her husband. We've been here longer than any other place since we got married. We ain't moving again, Regan. That's a promise." CHAPTER 7 © 1957, Wayne D. Overholser. From the novel published by The Macmillan Co. Distributed by King Features Syndicate. Price Regan, town marshal of Saddle Rock, Colo., and deputy sheriff of Tremame county, has more on his mind than Laura Madden, even though she has announced to him that he is marrying her. Price would be willing enough to marry Laura if he wasn't the man in the middle in a struggle of power and bride between Laura's father. Barry Madden. Saddle Rock's banker, and Cole Weston a cattleman whose riders respect any laws. Madden found out he didn't own price when he offered him a house as a wedding present in return for running homesteader-storekeeper Walt Cronin out of the country, trice refused. Word of this traveled can, and one of Cole Weston's gunslinging cowboys, Curly Blue, picked a fight with Price. Blue came second best, so Weston ordered Madden to get rid of Price. For Laura's sake. Madden persuaded Weston to allow him twelve hours to brine Price into line without gunplay. Weston doesn't want settlers coming into the valley and obtaining legal possession under homestead laws of land Weston has been holding by force. Weston wants to make a forbldding example of Cronin.... THE YELLOW CAT was a small stream that headed among the low, sage-covered hills to the north. Its valley was narrow and Darren in most places, a sort of No Man's Land between the Broken Ring and. Bridlebit ranches that no one wanted. That was the reason. Price Regan thought as he rode up the creek after leaving Cronin's store, that Cronin and the settlers had been permitted to stay. it the Yellow Cat had been south of the river on Weston's Rocking C range, the nesters would have been removed the day they arrived, but being north of the river, they had been out of Weston's immediate reach, and neither Sanders nor the Mohawks had taken the trouble to evict them. For weeks Weston had been saying in town that he was losing calves and that Walt Cronin was responsible. It could be true, Price thought, but the small number of calves that were stolen wasn't a drop in the bucket to Cronin's cattlemen neighbors. Certainly Red Sanders figured the losses didn't, amount to enough to kick up a fuss over, and the Mohawk brothers didn't have time. They were too niggardly to hire the men they needed, so they had to work twice as hard as they would otherwise have done. Sooner or later Price's thinking always got around to Cole Weston, and he asked himself why Weston was making an issue about the settlers presence when his grass was not endangered. It could be that the rancher was using the settlers as an excuse to get rid of a deputy he couldn't handle. That could be part of the answer, Price decided, but it seemed more likely to be a simple matter of principle. Weston hated settlers whether they were on his range or not. He had a one-track mind that, once settled upon a course of action, would never detour or stop until the job was done or he was dead. A big question in Price's mind was why Weston had waited as long as he had to get Cronin but of the country. Price Knew the people in the valley of the Yellow Cat They were, with one or two exceptions, a pretty scurvy lot, men who had drifted all over the West with their wives and kids and rickety wagons and worn-out teams, wanderers who had consistently failed at everything they'd tried and would nave failed here if Walt Cronin hadn't kept them from starving to death. The creek was choked with brush the entire length of the valley. By the time Price reached Frank Evans place, he'd seen a dozen or more WC yearlings in the brush. Probably there were others he hadn't seen. As Price reined off the road and pulled up beside the garden Evans was hoeing, be wondered if Cronin was carrying on a Digger operation than he suspected. Evans was a bachelor, a stooped, middle-aged man who had a hungry look about him just as the rest of the settlers did. Now he stopped and leaned on his he, staring at Price truculently. "Morning, Frank," Price said. "Howdy," Evans grunted, giving no invitation to Price to step down. "How's your garden coming?" Price asked. "Poorly." The rocky ground was dry and hard, and the vegetables did indeed look poorly. There was no evidence that Evans had tried to irrigate, although the creek was bank full. Evans continued to lean on his hoe, letting Price feel the edge of his hostility. Although he'd never had any trouble with the settlers, Price knew they hated him simply because Cronin had poisoned them against him, convincing them he was Weston's man. "How many yearlings do you suppose Cronin owns?" Price asked. Evans licked his lips, gaze dropping a way from Price. "Dunno." "How" many cows does he own?" "Dunno." "Kind of funny, isn't it? Cronin's got a bunch of calves in his pasture and I've seen some yearlings along the creek, but I haven't spotted any cows." Evans started to hoe, saying nothing, Price turned his horse back to the road and went on up the creek. He was wasting his time. These people wouldn't say anything against Cronin whether they were doing the stealing or not. But Price had to make them talk. Once the shooting started, there'd be hell to pay. Price had seen this kind of thing happen. It had to be stopped before it, started. There was s slim chance some of these people might say the wrong thing. If he could dig up any evidence against Cronin, he'd hustle the man out of the country and for the time being the trouble would be averted. Sam Potter lived just above Evans with his wife, his daughter jean, and a boy named Bruce Jarvis who worked for his room and board. The Potter place was the best-looking farm on the creek. They owned a saddle horse as well as a good team; the house was painted; the garden and grain looked good. Potter was tinkering around his wagon when Price rode up. An instant later Mrs. Potter came from the house and the girl jean left the henhouse, both moving across the yard to stand together behind Potter. Price said, "Good morning." Potter tipped his head in greet ing, saying nothing. Neither did his wife. The boy Bruce slipped around the barn and stood watching. Absolute silence for a minute, all four of them showing the same hostility that had been in Frank Evans. The Potters were a notch above the rest of the creek people, and now it struck Price that if he couldn't get through to them he might just as well ride back to town. There'd be no point in going on up the creek. Anger stirred in Price as his gaze moved from Potter's round face to his wife's thin, sharp one, and on to Jean, who was about twenty and who would be attractive if she had some decentclothes to wear. He had never seen her in anything but a faded and patched gingham dress slimilar to the one she was wearing now. He glanced at Bruce, a skinny kid of sixteen or seventeen, with a hint of peach fuzz on his chin and upper up and hands that were oddly big for so thin a boy. His clothes, which were too large for him, consisted mostly of patches sewed on patches. "Well, yon folks are sure a friendly bunch," Price burst out. "Why should we be friendly?" Mrs. Potter demanded. "That star you're packing don't mean nothing." You're a hired gun who sold your soul to Cole Weston and now you're here to tell us to leave the country. Ain't that right?" "You're wrong, ma'am," Price. said. "This star does mean something. I'm not a hired gun, and I haven't sold my soul to Cole Weston." "But you did come to tell us to leave the country, didn't you?" Mrs. Potter pressed. He didn't answer for a moment. Then he said, slowly, "Sam, what have you got here that's worth staying for?" "A home," Mrs. Potter, answered for her husband. We've been here longer than any other place since we got married. We ain't moving again, Regan. That's a promise." Abe Scharff YMCA speaking will be Rev. Fred Lofton, who is an instructor of religion and social science at Owen College. Hs also serves as college minister. He will be assisted by Thomas J. Willard, who is also an instructor at Owen College — social science end literature. He also serves as dean and registrar. The courses are open to all persons 16-years of age and older. Persons interested are instructed to contact the YMCA at JA. 6-2523 immediately to enroll. Courses will include the following: 1. Basic principles of delivery. 2. Essentials of effective speaking. 3. Basic principles of speech composition. 4. Basic types of speeches. 5. Special types of public speaking. 6. Group discussion. The courses are set-up to enable persons to improve their be havior on the platform, improve voice quality, prepare speeches, appeal to an audience, hold attention, and many other things. More than 300 letters are being mailed to various churches, fratermities, sororities, high schools, and other organizations and individuals, appealing for support of the new project, which the Committee of Management termed, "a program of community service and a new adventure for this branch YMCA." All public speakers are requested to register with the YMCA's Speakers Bureau. There are no charges. Ike Lauds Lincoln his honor. Last summer high school students in Tokyo ranked him as the most respected of all world figures. Russian author Leo. Tolstoy called him the only "giant." The Word Of God "He is the Lord our God; his judgements are in all the earth." Chronicles 16-14. Maria Holley.