Memphis World
Memphis World Publishing Co.
1954-05-07
Mrs. Rosa Brown Bracy

MEMPHIS WORLD
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Mrs. Rosa Brown Bracy Bracy
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"Gets" Committee Gets Results

"It is always gratifying to note the successful achievements of
a campaign from which the public benefits. It is especially so
when that endeavor is a drive to save human lives, is the 'Go
Easy—Travel Safely' campaign for April being staged by the Governors 
Emergency Traffic Safety Committee.
"Reports by the State Safety Department show that the effort
is paying off with noticeable results. During the first 25 days of
this month, 49 persons were killed in traffic accidents as compared 
with a total of 66 in the corresponding period last year.
That's a reduction of 17 in the number of highway fatalities. Percentagewise, 
the improvement comes to more than 25 per cent.
"Such success cannot be ignored and the GETS group is to be
commended for its decision to adopt its April education-enforcement 
program as a permanent plan of operation. It will be hoped 
that the organization continues to receive the support of the
state's mayors, sheriffs, criminal and circuit court judges and other 
cooperating civilian agencies in the weeks ahead as it has during 
the current month. It must receive that cooperation if the successful 
record to date is to be maintained.
"But the person who must play the most important role in
making Tennessee highways safe is the individual driver. His is
the final responsibility, and if he observes and abides by the common-sense 
rules of driving, he will help to have many lives, including 
his own."
(Editor's note: The final figure on the death roll for April,
1954, was 56 as compared with 78 for the same month in 1953,
a drop of 22. This represents an improvement of 28 per cent.)

Mothers Day
Annie Jarvis, who gave birth to the Mother's Day idea when
she influenced the people of her immediate community in Pennsylvania 
to wear a red rose if their mother was living and a
white rose if she was gone, on the second Sunday in May, will be
observed on May 9th this year throughout the length and breadth
of the civilized world.
Little did she think when she started the movement that it would
catch on fire and spread so quickly to the various parts of the
world.
On this Mother's Day multiplied thousands of people will
send cards, telegrams and letters telling mother how much they
appreciate her. Those that will be fortunate enough to wear a
red rose which indicates that their mother is yet with them, have
much to be thankful for. While those that will wear a white rose
tell the story that mother has gone from among us. To them, we
express our heartfelt sympathy.
As we observe this Mother's Day Sunday there will be plenty
of people that will travel thousands of miles to spend the day
with their mother and that will be a fine thing to do because,
Mother needs all of the encouragement that you can give her.
Mother is the greatest friend that any person ever had. When
everyone else has turned their backs on you, mother is there to
give some type of alibi for your sins of commission or omission.
The great statesman that made the statement, "Whatever I am,
whatever I hope to be, I owe it to my mother," was eminently correct, 
in that, Mother is your best friend.
Since it is conceded that Mother will stay by your side long
after others have deserted you, why not make every day throughout 
the calendar year Mother's Day? If those who will express
great love and admiration for Mother this Mother's Day would
continue to express that love and admiration every day throughout 
the year, how beautiful this world would be.
Unfortunately, too many people when Mother's hair turns
grey, her eyes grow weak and her steps short, forget her. Some
children remain away from Mother for years and will not take the
time to sit down to write her a letter notifying her of their whereabouts. 
Any child that would so forget himself, and he will remain 
only a few hundred miles from his mother for months and
years and refuses to write her a letter is not fit to live and God
knows he is not fit to die.
Suppose we all resolve, those of us that will wear the red
Flower Sunday, to start Sunday and confer upon Mother all of the

love and admiration that goes with Mother's Day every day
throughout the remainder of her life. If you will do that, in the
evening of your life, just before the sun goes down, you can look
back across a well-spent life and have the satisfaction of knowing 
that you never forgot your mother.
Those that will wear the white flower, you should observe
Mothers Day by doing those things that are uplifting and right,
those things that you know your mother would be pleased, if she
were here, for you to do. You owe that to the memory of a good
mother.

 Quest
by ELSIE MACK
Copyright, 1953 by Elsie Mack
Distributed by King Features Syndicate
DALE watched him elbow his
disgruntled way through the raspberry 
canes along the path to the
big house. The mid-afternoon air
was warm as June. Yellowed
leaves, seasonal and patternless
drifted slowly down from the old
eim. A sense of emptiness and bereavement 
assailed her. She lifted
her hand unconsciously to her
heart. Paper crackled reassuringly
under the pressure of her palm
An entire day's search had brought
to light no further messages from
Kelly. The three, and the one
Grandmother had found under the
teapot and given her in April, were
all she'd ever have...
She unbuttoned her pocket flap,
drew them out, read them over
again. Then she sat through the
long, quiet hours of the afternoon,
watching the sun on the water,
and the evening shades lengthening 
out, and the lake take on the
sunset-touch of rose and amber.
With an unbroken, unconscious
rhythm, her hand dipped again and
again into the box of chocolates
at her elbow. Only when she could
no longer see the outlines of
Kelly's image in the mirror over
the mantel did she leave her chair
by the window and turn on the
lights.
Later, bathed and robed in red
from ankle to chin, she lay on the
couch reading the sad, despairing
poetry of Baudelaire. Kelly had
burst out once, "So talented, and
so pitiful in his love of defeat!
What made him dwell on the decadent 
and stress mankind's helplessness? 
What conflicts in the
man made him so dramatically
destructive?" But Dale, lost in
the cadence of words touched by
genius, closed her eyes to conflicts
 her  and Baudelaire's as

the clock ticked on toward midnight, 
and the room was wreathed
with twining smoke from her
cigarette.
A few days later, counting
change into Dale's outheld hand
in the general store, Joshua
Wragge said, "Sixty-five, seventyfive, 
ten... When're you coming
back to work for me, Dale?" His
white apron ucked up as he
thrust his hands under it into his
trouser pockets. "I haven't mentioned 
it before. Thought I'd wait
and see if you'd come home to
stay."
"I have, Josh."
"Your old job's here, whenever
you want it."
"Thank you," she said. "But I
shan't be coming back to work
for you, Josh."
"Well—" He teetered uncertainly 
from heel to toe. "Your grandpa
said it wouldn't do no harm to
mention it. Seems to think, he
does, that working in the store
here'd be good for you."
A slow anger rose in Dale. She
said coldly. "Grandy doesn't  know best."
Joshua Wragge regarded her
curiously. "You've changed," he
said, outspoken with the privilege
of friend to friend and age to
youth. "That trip you took to New
York made a different girl of you."
Her shrug could have been in
difference, denial, or acquiescence,
as she picked up her package
from the counter.
Outside, nursing a sack of groceries 
in her arm. Armorel Crosland 
was standing beside Dale's
car. The summer had aged the
solitary woman. She looked as
dried and shriveled as an empty
milkweed pod. Her eyes, lifted to
Dale, were as lusterless as her
voice. "Would you mind giving

me a lift home with my groceries,
Dale? The hill," she gestured
vaguely with her free hand, "gets
higher every day." She added,
sounding faintly surprised, "Or I
get older."
"Of course," Dale said, sliding
under the wheel and motioning
Armorel in. "Put your groceries
on the floor."
Armorel got to beside Dale.
"They've changed," she said.
"What?"
"Automobiles," said Armorel.
"Arthur's car—" She shook her
head. "Not at all like this."
Arthur? And from what far
source in Armorel's mind had
sprung the basis for comparison?
On top of the hill. Dale turned
right and drew up at Armorel's
gate.
Armorel got out clumsily with
her groceries. "Come in with me,"
she said. "For a cup of tea? You
said you'd come 'some other day
—do you remember? I was going
to show you something. Now what
was it?"
That time stands still...
"You never came," Armorel said
plaintively.
Dale looked beyond her at the
house, square and vine-grown in
the jungle of neglected garden.
She looked back at Armorel, saw
gray wisps of hair sticking through
the broken net, the wrinkled, notquite-clean 
dress, and she made
her voice gentle in refusal. "Not
today, Armorel."
"Don't be frightened. Dale."
A wistfulness of tone, an obscure 
sense of kinship with Armorel, 
and the prospect of satisfying
a long-dormant curiosity, changed
Dale's mind. "Just for a few minutes," 
she said. "And don't bother
with tea."


CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
by ELSIE MACK
Copyright, 1953 by Elsie Mack
Distributed by King Features Syndicate
DALE watched him elbow his
disgruntled way through the raspberry 
canes along the path to the
big house. The mid-afternoon air
was warm as June. Yellowed
leaves, seasonal and patternless
drifted slowly down from the old
eim. A sense of emptiness and bereavement 
assailed her. She lifted
her hand unconsciously to her
heart. Paper crackled reassuringly
under the pressure of her palm
An entire day's search had brought
to light no further messages from
Kelly. The three, and the one
Grandmother had found under the
teapot and given her in April, were
all she'd ever have...
She unbuttoned her pocket flap,
drew them out, read them over
again. Then she sat through the
long, quiet hours of the afternoon,
watching the sun on the water,
and the evening shades lengthening 
out, and the lake take on the
sunset-touch of rose and amber.
With an unbroken, unconscious
rhythm, her hand dipped again and
again into the box of chocolates
at her elbow. Only when she could
no longer see the outlines of
Kelly's image in the mirror over
the mantel did she leave her chair
by the window and turn on the
lights.
Later, bathed and robed in red
from ankle to chin, she lay on the
couch reading the sad, despairing
poetry of Baudelaire. Kelly had
burst out once, "So talented, and
so pitiful in his love of defeat!
What made him dwell on the decadent 
and stress mankind's helplessness? 
What conflicts in the
man made him so dramatically
destructive?" But Dale, lost in
the cadence of words touched by
genius, closed her eyes to conflicts
 her  and Baudelaire's as

the clock ticked on toward midnight, 
and the room was wreathed
with twining smoke from her
cigarette.
A few days later, counting
change into Dale's outheld hand
in the general store, Joshua
Wragge said, "Sixty-five, seventyfive, 
ten... When're you coming
back to work for me, Dale?" His
white apron ucked up as he
thrust his hands under it into his
trouser pockets. "I haven't mentioned 
it before. Thought I'd wait
and see if you'd come home to
stay."
"I have, Josh."
"Your old job's here, whenever
you want it."
"Thank you," she said. "But I
shan't be coming back to work
for you, Josh."
"Well—" He teetered uncertainly 
from heel to toe. "Your grandpa
said it wouldn't do no harm to
mention it. Seems to think, he
does, that working in the store
here'd be good for you."
A slow anger rose in Dale. She
said coldly. "Grandy doesn't  know best."
Joshua Wragge regarded her
curiously. "You've changed," he
said, outspoken with the privilege
of friend to friend and age to
youth. "That trip you took to New
York made a different girl of you."
Her shrug could have been in
difference, denial, or acquiescence,
as she picked up her package
from the counter.
Outside, nursing a sack of groceries 
in her arm. Armorel Crosland 
was standing beside Dale's
car. The summer had aged the
solitary woman. She looked as
dried and shriveled as an empty
milkweed pod. Her eyes, lifted to
Dale, were as lusterless as her
voice. "Would you mind giving

me a lift home with my groceries,
Dale? The hill," she gestured
vaguely with her free hand, "gets
higher every day." She added,
sounding faintly surprised, "Or I
get older."
"Of course," Dale said, sliding
under the wheel and motioning
Armorel in. "Put your groceries
on the floor."
Armorel got to beside Dale.
"They've changed," she said.
"What?"
"Automobiles," said Armorel.
"Arthur's car—" She shook her
head. "Not at all like this."
Arthur? And from what far
source in Armorel's mind had
sprung the basis for comparison?
On top of the hill. Dale turned
right and drew up at Armorel's
gate.
Armorel got out clumsily with
her groceries. "Come in with me,"
she said. "For a cup of tea? You
said you'd come 'some other day
—do you remember? I was going
to show you something. Now what
was it?"
That time stands still...
"You never came," Armorel said
plaintively.
Dale looked beyond her at the
house, square and vine-grown in
the jungle of neglected garden.
She looked back at Armorel, saw
gray wisps of hair sticking through
the broken net, the wrinkled, notquite-clean 
dress, and she made
her voice gentle in refusal. "Not
today, Armorel."
"Don't be frightened. Dale."
A wistfulness of tone, an obscure 
sense of kinship with Armorel, 
and the prospect of satisfying
a long-dormant curiosity, changed
Dale's mind. "Just for a few minutes," 
she said. "And don't bother
with tea."


MEALTIME MELODIES!
BY MRS. GRACE WILLIAMS
Carnival is a magic word! —
and already we can feel the spirit
of Cotton Carnival everywhere.
You sense it in the laughter and
gaiety around you, from the little
make-believe majorette playing on
the street, to the hustle and bustle
of the adults that make Carnival
time possible.
You may think that you can remain 
unaffected
by the noise and
glitter of Carnival 
Activities, but
if you have "one
ounce of adventure 
left in your
bones you'll find
yourself following
the parades and
being thrilled by
the performers
under the carnival 
canvas. If you
have children the spirit of carnivaltime 
will be brought right into your
home — even into the kitchen. This
means that meal-time, in many instances, 
must be served either late
or early so that the family can go
to the parade. It also means that
you are going to have some excited 
youngsters "under foot" upon
returning home.
A good way to keep the merrymakers 
busy and be voted the
"Mother of the Year" among the
younger set is to have a candy making 
party. You may have some good
candy recipes but here is one you
will want to add to your collection.

It's a candy that is smooth as satin 
and sweet, but not too sweet. It
will satisfy the children's sweet
tooth, but best of all it's an easy
way to have a simple carnival party.
1 1-2 cups granulated sugar
1 1-2 cups firmly packed brown
sugar
1-4 teaspoon baking soda
2 tablespoons butter
1-4 teaspoon salt
1 cup sour cream
1 tablespoon light corn syrup
1 teaspoon vanilla extract
Combine sugar, baking soda, salt,
sour cream syrup in a heavy 3quart 
saucepan. Stir over low heat
until sugar is dissolved. Boil over
moderate heat, stirring gently back
and forth until candy thermometer
registers 236° F (soft ball stage).
Remove from heat. Do not remove
thermometer. Add butter and vanilla 
extract. Do not stir in. Cool,
without, stirring, until thermometer
registers 110° F (lukewarm). Beat
with a spoon until mixture loses its
gloss and becomes creamy. Quickly
spread candy in an oiled 8 × 8 × 2
inch pan. Mark into squares. Makes
1 1-2 pounds.
If yon have some sweet cream on
hand you can sour it by adding one
tablespoon of lemon juice or vinegar 
to each cup of cream.
Your Health Department needs
your support to help fight venereal 
disease. Get your blood test
today. Watch this paper for daily
team schedules.

SOUR CREAM PANOCHA
BY MRS. GRACE WILLIAMS
Carnival is a magic word! —
and already we can feel the spirit
of Cotton Carnival everywhere.
You sense it in the laughter and
gaiety around you, from the little
make-believe majorette playing on
the street, to the hustle and bustle
of the adults that make Carnival
time possible.
You may think that you can remain 
unaffected
by the noise and
glitter of Carnival 
Activities, but
if you have "one
ounce of adventure 
left in your
bones you'll find
yourself following
the parades and
being thrilled by
the performers
under the carnival 
canvas. If you
have children the spirit of carnivaltime 
will be brought right into your
home — even into the kitchen. This
means that meal-time, in many instances, 
must be served either late
or early so that the family can go
to the parade. It also means that
you are going to have some excited 
youngsters "under foot" upon
returning home.
A good way to keep the merrymakers 
busy and be voted the
"Mother of the Year" among the
younger set is to have a candy making 
party. You may have some good
candy recipes but here is one you
will want to add to your collection.

It's a candy that is smooth as satin 
and sweet, but not too sweet. It
will satisfy the children's sweet
tooth, but best of all it's an easy
way to have a simple carnival party.
1 1-2 cups granulated sugar
1 1-2 cups firmly packed brown
sugar
1-4 teaspoon baking soda
2 tablespoons butter
1-4 teaspoon salt
1 cup sour cream
1 tablespoon light corn syrup
1 teaspoon vanilla extract
Combine sugar, baking soda, salt,
sour cream syrup in a heavy 3quart 
saucepan. Stir over low heat
until sugar is dissolved. Boil over
moderate heat, stirring gently back
and forth until candy thermometer
registers 236° F (soft ball stage).
Remove from heat. Do not remove
thermometer. Add butter and vanilla 
extract. Do not stir in. Cool,
without, stirring, until thermometer
registers 110° F (lukewarm). Beat
with a spoon until mixture loses its
gloss and becomes creamy. Quickly
spread candy in an oiled 8 × 8 × 2
inch pan. Mark into squares. Makes
1 1-2 pounds.
If yon have some sweet cream on
hand you can sour it by adding one
tablespoon of lemon juice or vinegar 
to each cup of cream.
Your Health Department needs
your support to help fight venereal 
disease. Get your blood test
today. Watch this paper for daily
team schedules.

South Shifting To Tolerance,
Catholic Magazine Reveals
The "New
South" is making the shift from
segregation to tolerance for the Negro, 
Milton Lomask, reporter and
writer for The Sign, national Catholic 
magazine published here, declares 
in the pubation's May issue.
In an article on Greenville, North
Carolina, titled "Main Street, The
South," Lomask says the South is
making the change "in her own
time, of course, and nobody could
call that pell mell. Even after legal
separation goes, real segregation
will still taint many hearts."
But e points out that in his recent 
visit to Greenville to gather
material for the article, "I heard
startling talk on this subject—good
talk, charitable, talk, talk of the
kind that measures the strides Dixie
is taking.'
He quotes Greenville citizens, from
civic loaders to the man on the
street. Said H. Rose, the city's superintendent 
of schools: "No one
can say when Jim Crow's last day is
coming, but all the better thinking
people here will tell you it IS coming." 

A handsome old lady whispered:
"When we get rid of this inequality 
thins, we'll all be so relieved. It's
a burden to us spiritually, morally,
financially and it always has been."
A young professional man deClared. 
"Only some of the older
heads want things as they are now.
My generation wants brotherhood,
and Brother, I don't mean 'but separate." 

To these opinions, Lomask found
only two dissenters, one white and
one Negro cab driver. Said the Negro 
cabbie: "Nobody way up there
in Washington is gonna come down
here and non-segregate us. Man,

these white folks don't pay no mind
to the laws they make themselves.
You're crazy if you think they're
gonna pay attention to somebody
eles's."
However, the feeling is general in
Greenville against "interference"
from Washington. Said a prominent
Greenville citizen: "The color line
doesn't part us. It join's us. Granted, 
it joins us in mutual bondage

But that's our mistake. And were
the ones to rectify it."
Other things in Greenville are
changing besides segregation. For
one thing Greenville is growing.
"Ten years ago," declares Lomask,
"in the Greenville area, few wheels
turned outside of the tobacco stemming 
and redrying, plants. Now
there are 59 industries, including,
a battery-making factory, a textile
mill, a new 100,000-watt television
station and, 18 miles down the road,
a 35-million-dollar Dupont subsidiary 
with 1700 employees."
"Greenville is a town of striking
contrasts," says Lomask. "Some people 
are poor, some rich, some desperately 
poor, and some desperately 
rich, even as in your town and
mine."
"In new residential sub-divisions,
all architecture is courtesy of Frank
Lloyd Wright and Better Homes &
Gardens. In the 'Bama', a Negro
section over the hill and beyond
the tracks, it is firetrap Gothic,"
Lomask points out.
He continues: "Sheppard Memorial 
Library on Evans Street is a
spacious brick building with 37,810
volumes—for white readers only.
The George Washington Carver Library 
on Sheppard Street is a 30by-20 
foot clapboard shack with 2,082 
volumes—for Negroes only. The
irony is that, percentagewise, according 
to the latest report from
the head librarian, the Negroes
make more use of their bibliotheca
than the whites of theirs."
Greenville, however, is making
Progress—concrete progress. Says
Lomask: "In Greenville's old hosPital, 
now turned over to county
and municipal offices, Negro doctors 
could not use the operating
room. In the new 120-bed Pitt Memorial 
Hospital, they have full privilegss." 

"Two years ago," he adds, "for
the first time since Reconstruction,
Greenville put a Negro, Caesar Corbett, 
on its 29-man-police force.
Corbett patrols "The Block,' business 
district of the three Negro
areas and a 'troublespot.'"
"The Daily Reflector, the lively
intelligent local paper, refers to Negroes 
as 'Mr.' and 'Mrs.', and I can
recall being unceremoniously fired
from a newspaper in East Texas 20
years ago for doing just that," the
writer asserts.
In education, too, there are signs
of change, the article declare.
"There was a time, according to one
of the Negro teachers, when most
of the facilities in Greenville's three
Negro schools were hand-me-downs
from the five white schools. Now,
when ew things are bought, they are
bought for all.
"There are 55 Negro teachers in
the public school system, and their
salaries, on-the average, are higher 
than those of the 75 white teachers. 
This is because there are more
higher degrees among them and
Negro teachers, having fewer opportunities 
elsewhere, tend to remain 
longer on the job."
The article quotes school superintendent 
Rose: "We sometimes
feel that you people up North are

a little hysterical about this segregation 
issue. We segregate, you
don't. But we give jobs to Negro
teachers and most of your small
towns do not."

"NO ONE CAN SAY"
The "New
South" is making the shift from
segregation to tolerance for the Negro, 
Milton Lomask, reporter and
writer for The Sign, national Catholic 
magazine published here, declares 
in the pubation's May issue.
In an article on Greenville, North
Carolina, titled "Main Street, The
South," Lomask says the South is
making the change "in her own
time, of course, and nobody could
call that pell mell. Even after legal
separation goes, real segregation
will still taint many hearts."
But e points out that in his recent 
visit to Greenville to gather
material for the article, "I heard
startling talk on this subject—good
talk, charitable, talk, talk of the
kind that measures the strides Dixie
is taking.'
He quotes Greenville citizens, from
civic loaders to the man on the
street. Said H. Rose, the city's superintendent 
of schools: "No one
can say when Jim Crow's last day is
coming, but all the better thinking
people here will tell you it IS coming." 

A handsome old lady whispered:
"When we get rid of this inequality 
thins, we'll all be so relieved. It's
a burden to us spiritually, morally,
financially and it always has been."
A young professional man deClared. 
"Only some of the older
heads want things as they are now.
My generation wants brotherhood,
and Brother, I don't mean 'but separate." 

To these opinions, Lomask found
only two dissenters, one white and
one Negro cab driver. Said the Negro 
cabbie: "Nobody way up there
in Washington is gonna come down
here and non-segregate us. Man,

these white folks don't pay no mind
to the laws they make themselves.
You're crazy if you think they're
gonna pay attention to somebody
eles's."
However, the feeling is general in
Greenville against "interference"
from Washington. Said a prominent
Greenville citizen: "The color line
doesn't part us. It join's us. Granted, 
it joins us in mutual bondage

But that's our mistake. And were
the ones to rectify it."
Other things in Greenville are
changing besides segregation. For
one thing Greenville is growing.
"Ten years ago," declares Lomask,
"in the Greenville area, few wheels
turned outside of the tobacco stemming 
and redrying, plants. Now
there are 59 industries, including,
a battery-making factory, a textile
mill, a new 100,000-watt television
station and, 18 miles down the road,
a 35-million-dollar Dupont subsidiary 
with 1700 employees."
"Greenville is a town of striking
contrasts," says Lomask. "Some people 
are poor, some rich, some desperately 
poor, and some desperately 
rich, even as in your town and
mine."
"In new residential sub-divisions,
all architecture is courtesy of Frank
Lloyd Wright and Better Homes &
Gardens. In the 'Bama', a Negro
section over the hill and beyond
the tracks, it is firetrap Gothic,"
Lomask points out.
He continues: "Sheppard Memorial 
Library on Evans Street is a
spacious brick building with 37,810
volumes—for white readers only.
The George Washington Carver Library 
on Sheppard Street is a 30by-20 
foot clapboard shack with 2,082 
volumes—for Negroes only. The
irony is that, percentagewise, according 
to the latest report from
the head librarian, the Negroes
make more use of their bibliotheca
than the whites of theirs."
Greenville, however, is making
Progress—concrete progress. Says
Lomask: "In Greenville's old hosPital, 
now turned over to county
and municipal offices, Negro doctors 
could not use the operating
room. In the new 120-bed Pitt Memorial 
Hospital, they have full privilegss." 

"Two years ago," he adds, "for
the first time since Reconstruction,
Greenville put a Negro, Caesar Corbett, 
on its 29-man-police force.
Corbett patrols "The Block,' business 
district of the three Negro
areas and a 'troublespot.'"
"The Daily Reflector, the lively
intelligent local paper, refers to Negroes 
as 'Mr.' and 'Mrs.', and I can
recall being unceremoniously fired
from a newspaper in East Texas 20
years ago for doing just that," the
writer asserts.
In education, too, there are signs
of change, the article declare.
"There was a time, according to one
of the Negro teachers, when most
of the facilities in Greenville's three
Negro schools were hand-me-downs
from the five white schools. Now,
when ew things are bought, they are
bought for all.
"There are 55 Negro teachers in
the public school system, and their
salaries, on-the average, are higher 
than those of the 75 white teachers. 
This is because there are more
higher degrees among them and
Negro teachers, having fewer opportunities 
elsewhere, tend to remain 
longer on the job."
The article quotes school superintendent 
Rose: "We sometimes
feel that you people up North are

a little hysterical about this segregation 
issue. We segregate, you
don't. But we give jobs to Negro
teachers and most of your small
towns do not."

COLOR LINE
The "New
South" is making the shift from
segregation to tolerance for the Negro, 
Milton Lomask, reporter and
writer for The Sign, national Catholic 
magazine published here, declares 
in the pubation's May issue.
In an article on Greenville, North
Carolina, titled "Main Street, The
South," Lomask says the South is
making the change "in her own
time, of course, and nobody could
call that pell mell. Even after legal
separation goes, real segregation
will still taint many hearts."
But e points out that in his recent 
visit to Greenville to gather
material for the article, "I heard
startling talk on this subject—good
talk, charitable, talk, talk of the
kind that measures the strides Dixie
is taking.'
He quotes Greenville citizens, from
civic loaders to the man on the
street. Said H. Rose, the city's superintendent 
of schools: "No one
can say when Jim Crow's last day is
coming, but all the better thinking
people here will tell you it IS coming." 

A handsome old lady whispered:
"When we get rid of this inequality 
thins, we'll all be so relieved. It's
a burden to us spiritually, morally,
financially and it always has been."
A young professional man deClared. 
"Only some of the older
heads want things as they are now.
My generation wants brotherhood,
and Brother, I don't mean 'but separate." 

To these opinions, Lomask found
only two dissenters, one white and
one Negro cab driver. Said the Negro 
cabbie: "Nobody way up there
in Washington is gonna come down
here and non-segregate us. Man,

these white folks don't pay no mind
to the laws they make themselves.
You're crazy if you think they're
gonna pay attention to somebody
eles's."
However, the feeling is general in
Greenville against "interference"
from Washington. Said a prominent
Greenville citizen: "The color line
doesn't part us. It join's us. Granted, 
it joins us in mutual bondage

But that's our mistake. And were
the ones to rectify it."
Other things in Greenville are
changing besides segregation. For
one thing Greenville is growing.
"Ten years ago," declares Lomask,
"in the Greenville area, few wheels
turned outside of the tobacco stemming 
and redrying, plants. Now
there are 59 industries, including,
a battery-making factory, a textile
mill, a new 100,000-watt television
station and, 18 miles down the road,
a 35-million-dollar Dupont subsidiary 
with 1700 employees."
"Greenville is a town of striking
contrasts," says Lomask. "Some people 
are poor, some rich, some desperately 
poor, and some desperately 
rich, even as in your town and
mine."
"In new residential sub-divisions,
all architecture is courtesy of Frank
Lloyd Wright and Better Homes &
Gardens. In the 'Bama', a Negro
section over the hill and beyond
the tracks, it is firetrap Gothic,"
Lomask points out.
He continues: "Sheppard Memorial 
Library on Evans Street is a
spacious brick building with 37,810
volumes—for white readers only.
The George Washington Carver Library 
on Sheppard Street is a 30by-20 
foot clapboard shack with 2,082 
volumes—for Negroes only. The
irony is that, percentagewise, according 
to the latest report from
the head librarian, the Negroes
make more use of their bibliotheca
than the whites of theirs."
Greenville, however, is making
Progress—concrete progress. Says
Lomask: "In Greenville's old hosPital, 
now turned over to county
and municipal offices, Negro doctors 
could not use the operating
room. In the new 120-bed Pitt Memorial 
Hospital, they have full privilegss." 

"Two years ago," he adds, "for
the first time since Reconstruction,
Greenville put a Negro, Caesar Corbett, 
on its 29-man-police force.
Corbett patrols "The Block,' business 
district of the three Negro
areas and a 'troublespot.'"
"The Daily Reflector, the lively
intelligent local paper, refers to Negroes 
as 'Mr.' and 'Mrs.', and I can
recall being unceremoniously fired
from a newspaper in East Texas 20
years ago for doing just that," the
writer asserts.
In education, too, there are signs
of change, the article declare.
"There was a time, according to one
of the Negro teachers, when most
of the facilities in Greenville's three
Negro schools were hand-me-downs
from the five white schools. Now,
when ew things are bought, they are
bought for all.
"There are 55 Negro teachers in
the public school system, and their
salaries, on-the average, are higher 
than those of the 75 white teachers. 
This is because there are more
higher degrees among them and
Negro teachers, having fewer opportunities 
elsewhere, tend to remain 
longer on the job."
The article quotes school superintendent 
Rose: "We sometimes
feel that you people up North are

a little hysterical about this segregation 
issue. We segregate, you
don't. But we give jobs to Negro
teachers and most of your small
towns do not."

LATEST REPORT
The "New
South" is making the shift from
segregation to tolerance for the Negro, 
Milton Lomask, reporter and
writer for The Sign, national Catholic 
magazine published here, declares 
in the pubation's May issue.
In an article on Greenville, North
Carolina, titled "Main Street, The
South," Lomask says the South is
making the change "in her own
time, of course, and nobody could
call that pell mell. Even after legal
separation goes, real segregation
will still taint many hearts."
But e points out that in his recent 
visit to Greenville to gather
material for the article, "I heard
startling talk on this subject—good
talk, charitable, talk, talk of the
kind that measures the strides Dixie
is taking.'
He quotes Greenville citizens, from
civic loaders to the man on the
street. Said H. Rose, the city's superintendent 
of schools: "No one
can say when Jim Crow's last day is
coming, but all the better thinking
people here will tell you it IS coming." 

A handsome old lady whispered:
"When we get rid of this inequality 
thins, we'll all be so relieved. It's
a burden to us spiritually, morally,
financially and it always has been."
A young professional man deClared. 
"Only some of the older
heads want things as they are now.
My generation wants brotherhood,
and Brother, I don't mean 'but separate." 

To these opinions, Lomask found
only two dissenters, one white and
one Negro cab driver. Said the Negro 
cabbie: "Nobody way up there
in Washington is gonna come down
here and non-segregate us. Man,

these white folks don't pay no mind
to the laws they make themselves.
You're crazy if you think they're
gonna pay attention to somebody
eles's."
However, the feeling is general in
Greenville against "interference"
from Washington. Said a prominent
Greenville citizen: "The color line
doesn't part us. It join's us. Granted, 
it joins us in mutual bondage

But that's our mistake. And were
the ones to rectify it."
Other things in Greenville are
changing besides segregation. For
one thing Greenville is growing.
"Ten years ago," declares Lomask,
"in the Greenville area, few wheels
turned outside of the tobacco stemming 
and redrying, plants. Now
there are 59 industries, including,
a battery-making factory, a textile
mill, a new 100,000-watt television
station and, 18 miles down the road,
a 35-million-dollar Dupont subsidiary 
with 1700 employees."
"Greenville is a town of striking
contrasts," says Lomask. "Some people 
are poor, some rich, some desperately 
poor, and some desperately 
rich, even as in your town and
mine."
"In new residential sub-divisions,
all architecture is courtesy of Frank
Lloyd Wright and Better Homes &
Gardens. In the 'Bama', a Negro
section over the hill and beyond
the tracks, it is firetrap Gothic,"
Lomask points out.
He continues: "Sheppard Memorial 
Library on Evans Street is a
spacious brick building with 37,810
volumes—for white readers only.
The George Washington Carver Library 
on Sheppard Street is a 30by-20 
foot clapboard shack with 2,082 
volumes—for Negroes only. The
irony is that, percentagewise, according 
to the latest report from
the head librarian, the Negroes
make more use of their bibliotheca
than the whites of theirs."
Greenville, however, is making
Progress—concrete progress. Says
Lomask: "In Greenville's old hosPital, 
now turned over to county
and municipal offices, Negro doctors 
could not use the operating
room. In the new 120-bed Pitt Memorial 
Hospital, they have full privilegss." 

"Two years ago," he adds, "for
the first time since Reconstruction,
Greenville put a Negro, Caesar Corbett, 
on its 29-man-police force.
Corbett patrols "The Block,' business 
district of the three Negro
areas and a 'troublespot.'"
"The Daily Reflector, the lively
intelligent local paper, refers to Negroes 
as 'Mr.' and 'Mrs.', and I can
recall being unceremoniously fired
from a newspaper in East Texas 20
years ago for doing just that," the
writer asserts.
In education, too, there are signs
of change, the article declare.
"There was a time, according to one
of the Negro teachers, when most
of the facilities in Greenville's three
Negro schools were hand-me-downs
from the five white schools. Now,
when ew things are bought, they are
bought for all.
"There are 55 Negro teachers in
the public school system, and their
salaries, on-the average, are higher 
than those of the 75 white teachers. 
This is because there are more
higher degrees among them and
Negro teachers, having fewer opportunities 
elsewhere, tend to remain 
longer on the job."
The article quotes school superintendent 
Rose: "We sometimes
feel that you people up North are

a little hysterical about this segregation 
issue. We segregate, you
don't. But we give jobs to Negro
teachers and most of your small
towns do not."

FIRED FROM NEWSPAPER
The "New
South" is making the shift from
segregation to tolerance for the Negro, 
Milton Lomask, reporter and
writer for The Sign, national Catholic 
magazine published here, declares 
in the pubation's May issue.
In an article on Greenville, North
Carolina, titled "Main Street, The
South," Lomask says the South is
making the change "in her own
time, of course, and nobody could
call that pell mell. Even after legal
separation goes, real segregation
will still taint many hearts."
But e points out that in his recent 
visit to Greenville to gather
material for the article, "I heard
startling talk on this subject—good
talk, charitable, talk, talk of the
kind that measures the strides Dixie
is taking.'
He quotes Greenville citizens, from
civic loaders to the man on the
street. Said H. Rose, the city's superintendent 
of schools: "No one
can say when Jim Crow's last day is
coming, but all the better thinking
people here will tell you it IS coming." 

A handsome old lady whispered:
"When we get rid of this inequality 
thins, we'll all be so relieved. It's
a burden to us spiritually, morally,
financially and it always has been."
A young professional man deClared. 
"Only some of the older
heads want things as they are now.
My generation wants brotherhood,
and Brother, I don't mean 'but separate." 

To these opinions, Lomask found
only two dissenters, one white and
one Negro cab driver. Said the Negro 
cabbie: "Nobody way up there
in Washington is gonna come down
here and non-segregate us. Man,

these white folks don't pay no mind
to the laws they make themselves.
You're crazy if you think they're
gonna pay attention to somebody
eles's."
However, the feeling is general in
Greenville against "interference"
from Washington. Said a prominent
Greenville citizen: "The color line
doesn't part us. It join's us. Granted, 
it joins us in mutual bondage

But that's our mistake. And were
the ones to rectify it."
Other things in Greenville are
changing besides segregation. For
one thing Greenville is growing.
"Ten years ago," declares Lomask,
"in the Greenville area, few wheels
turned outside of the tobacco stemming 
and redrying, plants. Now
there are 59 industries, including,
a battery-making factory, a textile
mill, a new 100,000-watt television
station and, 18 miles down the road,
a 35-million-dollar Dupont subsidiary 
with 1700 employees."
"Greenville is a town of striking
contrasts," says Lomask. "Some people 
are poor, some rich, some desperately 
poor, and some desperately 
rich, even as in your town and
mine."
"In new residential sub-divisions,
all architecture is courtesy of Frank
Lloyd Wright and Better Homes &
Gardens. In the 'Bama', a Negro
section over the hill and beyond
the tracks, it is firetrap Gothic,"
Lomask points out.
He continues: "Sheppard Memorial 
Library on Evans Street is a
spacious brick building with 37,810
volumes—for white readers only.
The George Washington Carver Library 
on Sheppard Street is a 30by-20 
foot clapboard shack with 2,082 
volumes—for Negroes only. The
irony is that, percentagewise, according 
to the latest report from
the head librarian, the Negroes
make more use of their bibliotheca
than the whites of theirs."
Greenville, however, is making
Progress—concrete progress. Says
Lomask: "In Greenville's old hosPital, 
now turned over to county
and municipal offices, Negro doctors 
could not use the operating
room. In the new 120-bed Pitt Memorial 
Hospital, they have full privilegss." 

"Two years ago," he adds, "for
the first time since Reconstruction,
Greenville put a Negro, Caesar Corbett, 
on its 29-man-police force.
Corbett patrols "The Block,' business 
district of the three Negro
areas and a 'troublespot.'"
"The Daily Reflector, the lively
intelligent local paper, refers to Negroes 
as 'Mr.' and 'Mrs.', and I can
recall being unceremoniously fired
from a newspaper in East Texas 20
years ago for doing just that," the
writer asserts.
In education, too, there are signs
of change, the article declare.
"There was a time, according to one
of the Negro teachers, when most
of the facilities in Greenville's three
Negro schools were hand-me-downs
from the five white schools. Now,
when ew things are bought, they are
bought for all.
"There are 55 Negro teachers in
the public school system, and their
salaries, on-the average, are higher 
than those of the 75 white teachers. 
This is because there are more
higher degrees among them and
Negro teachers, having fewer opportunities 
elsewhere, tend to remain 
longer on the job."
The article quotes school superintendent 
Rose: "We sometimes
feel that you people up North are

a little hysterical about this segregation 
issue. We segregate, you
don't. But we give jobs to Negro
teachers and most of your small
towns do not."

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legislature has given up his $125—
month salary as a legislator in order 
to qualify for appointment to
a city on state civil service job.
Waite: Victor Lay, St. Louis Democrat, 
resigned as state representative 
of the city's 11th district in
a letter to House Speaker Richard
M. Webster, last Friday.
Lay said he had applications send
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but that he could not be appointed 
as long as he was a member 
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Now 30 years old, Lay was a student 
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when first elected to the general
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