Memphis World
Memphis World Publishing Co.
1956-12-01
Raymond F. Tisby

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The Taking Of Statue Of "This New
Republicanism
The tumult and the shouting die, but never the dust raised
in the recent national campaign, when this "New Republicanism"
drew so many and varied comments. All the way from whooping
up an alleged impulse on the part of the President's setting up
his own party, from what liberalism remained in the regular
ranks of the GOP, to an attempt to become a more serviceable
and workable facility, the press of the nation expounded.
The President, however kept the "even tenor of his way." He
had long mode a choice of the GOP and fully realized that there
was sufficient ingredients within the framework of the Grand
Old Party for the working out of those principles so much in de
mand in a new era of changed conditions and stream-line precision. 
In that, he set about to bring the GOP up to date.
Highly noticeable among the epochal happenings during the
campaign, were those former Franklin D. Roosevelt Democrats,
among the new converts of that faith, on happy return to the
party of their fathers. In that campaign the challenge was too
strong on the fronts of Civil Rights, even for the most orthodox to
remain within the ranks of that party to which they admitted
they had been drawn for bread during the depression days.
"But man cannot live by bread alone" runs an old scriptorial
writ, and this was seen during the recent years when segregation
drew such bold attention and that scorching fire which began
the melting of those "wings of wax" on which it had soared
ever since the 1896 Plessy Vs. Ferguson decision which declared
that there could be two, separate but equal facilities; two Republics 
in one; two faiths upon a single ideal and two Gods, going
in different directions, but could be consistantly and comfortably
served.
Now, that the election is history and those pronouncements
made on the stumps occupied by the GOP adherents are proving
more than empty campaign promises, but strokes of activation,
there are those left on the decks where they heard the whisper,
"man cannot live by bread alone," attempting to chide this "New
Republicanism." They were first to charge that the thrust of
Attorney General Herbert Browned relative to the 14 states affected
by the segregation decision, was nothing short of an attempt.
at further advancing the interest of the Republican Party. They
attempt to cast spurious aspersions at what is simply the declaration 
of a sworn officer to carry Tits duties according to the Constitution 
of the United States.
It will be a sad day in America when it can be said that a
sworn officer is playing cheap politics, when he is insisting upon
the carrying out the provisions of his oath.
Nope, we do not believe that any sworn officer in the high
personnel of the government will fear to carry out the mandates
of his superior, the Constitution of the United States.
This "New Republicanism" is continuing to show the country
and the world that it meant what it said on the campaign stump;
that it meant what it said after the election, through the attorney
general of the United States—will mean just what it says—
when Herbert Brownell it., reaches his climax after his opinion
on those documents he has ordered to Washington by Dec 14th.,
for study and a proper directive.

New Comes The Christmas Shopping Season
In its refreshing vigor and that noisy jingle bell environment,
from the Thanksgiving festivals, we are ushered into the very
shadow of Christmas. This season of the year, when the glory of
autumn spreads over the rural spaces of trees, putting on the last
golden touch, preparatory for the-evening gowns of frost and
snow, there is but one single thought; the closing of old records
and the beginning of a more determined spirit for the new.
The dividing line between the old and the new is the Yuletide
spirit. In that the thoughts of giving out-distances every other impulse. 
The marts and the gift shopping centers realize this more
than any other industries among us and they well understand
how to fix up their shops and windows in order to make the most
of this great occasion.
With Thanksgiving coming somewhat earlier, there are a
few more shopping days between the two. This is a fine arrangement 
and hardly had this national feast-day passed off, when
the Christmas-spirit came in.
The shop windows, the streets and places of business are
putting on new dress. They are making their annual "appeals
to those who can be counted on to make the Yuletide season one
of joyous thanksgiving.
The advertisers and the merchants are to be congratulated
for their contributions to this occasion.
The Yuletide season is hereby officially welcomed, let it
help in brightening the corners and enlivening the dull spirit that
the long drag of a colorful and unsettled year has thrown across
the path of mankind.

POLIO ELIMINATION IS
SEEN POSSIBLE IN 57

He also appealed to all adults
in the age group most susceptible
to polio, roughly below 35. to take
the inoculations which have proved
dramatically successful in the battle 
to stamp out the disease.
Mr. Eisenhower sounded the appeal 
after receiving a report that
the United States can go "a long
way" toward eliminating polio next
year If the public will cooperate.
Welfare Secretary Marlon B. Folsom 
said the means are now "largely 
at hand" to wipe out polio in this
country, but told the President:
The danger is simply that because 
of public apathy, vaccine
which would prevent paralysis or
even death — next year — may lie
."
Folsom said millons of young
adult as well as children, who

have had no vaccine at all so far
should begin their vaccinations now
to receive the full three doses before 
next summer's peak polio peak.
The White House said the President 
is eager that all children,
along with those in the "young
adult" group, obtain all three shots
to give maximum protection.
Folsom said millions of children
who have received only one or two
injections should be given the additional 
shots before next summer.
The Salk vaccine, which had to
be strictly rationed when It was
first approved for public use 18
months ago, is now in abundant
supply.
There are. Folsom reported, 17
million doses lying unused in the
hands of manufactures in addition

to stockpiles in drug stores and
physicians' offices.
The Federal Government still has
17 million dollars left from a 53million-dollar 
fund voted by Congress 
to help pay for vaccine for
children and expectant mothers.
The vaccine can now be purchased
by adults in all states.
Folsom noted that surveys show
a 75 per rent drop in paralytic
polio among children vaccinated
with only one or two-shots. He said
an even greater reduction could be
expected as more persons receive
all three injections.
He called on' physicians, schools,
government officials, as well as
Parents, to cooperate in the effort
to bring the innovations to as
many people as possible.

Interracial Program Top
Feature At Women's Meet
WASHINGTON, D. C. —

An outstanding feature of the
convention was an Interracial Conference 
of Women with participants 
from many sections of the
country, representing most of the
national women's organizations

They met in face to face groups
and talked about what women can
do to secure human and civil
rights for all people in the United
States, and especially for Negroes.
The convention was chaired by Dr.

Marjorie Parker, National Program 
Chairman of NCNW, who
was assisted by Dr. Lorraine Williams, 
Convention Chairman. Dr.
Williams was supported by a
group of able educators, social and
civic workers.
The Board of Directors met Wednesday 
night, November 15, at
Council House, with the National
President, Mrs. William T. Mason,
Presiding. A socal hour followed
the Board meeting, courtesy of the
Washington Council, with Mrs.
Hallie Lovinggood as chairman.
The convention session opened
on Thursday morning at the Willard. 
Hotel with special devotions
led by Dr. Alma Illery, National
Chapain. Mrs. Eula W. Harris,
President of the CME Church Women's 
Connectional Missionary
Council gave the invocation. Eulogy 
to the late Dr. Mary McLeod
Bethune. Founder, was given by
Dr. Arenia Mallory, First Vice
President. Mrs. Margaret G. Simms
National Director of Junior Councils, 
spoke for the youth of the
country.
Thursday sessions included reports 
from the presidents of twenty-one 
national affiliates and the
following regional directors; Mrs.
Daisy S. George. Region I; Mrs.
Richard, Layne, Region V: Mrs.
Belzora S. Ward, Rovion IV and
Mrs. Ruth Caston Mueller, Region
VII.
Travel reports by Dr. Nancy Bullock 
McGhee, Second Vice President; 
Dr. Marguerite Cartwright
of New York and Mrs. Sadie J.
Carter Williams of New York were
enlightening and well received.
Mrs. Marian Fletcher Croson, N
CNW observer to the United Nations 
gave a detailed account of
her work at the United Nations
and the work accomplished by NC
NW in support of the United Nations. 

Foreign visitors, Mrs. Gertrude
Mdledle of South Africa and The
Honorable Audrey Jeffers of Trinidad 
were warmly received and
both spoke during the course of
the meeting, bringing greetings
from the women of their countries.
A feature, of the Thursday meeting 
was a President's " Get To-Gether" 
— a buffet supper where
Miss Margaret Rawalt former president 
of the National Association
of Business and Professional Women 
was the speaker. The affair
was chaired by Mrs. Mildred Dudley, 
President of the Philadelphia
Council.
The Interracial Conference opened 
on Friday. November 16, in
the Grand Ballroom of the hotel.
Several hundred women from various 
parts of the United States
assembled to hear the keynoters,
Mrs. Eleanor Roosevelt and Dr.
Mordecai Johnson. Mrs. Roosevelt
said in part that the first thing
that must be done is to secure the
protection of the right to vote. Dr.
Johnson called upon church women 
to be crusaders in surmounting 
barriers to civil and human
rights. He called on the women to
"come out from the segregated
cowardlce." He pttacked real estate
interests for their bad housing polcies. 
Dr. Lorraine Williams gave
the objectives of the conference
and Dr. Dorothy B. Ferebee gave
the conference story.
Women of both races representing 
churches, civic and welfare
groups colleges and the home
came together for round table discussions 
on the impediments t o
human and civil rights. Many ideas
were advanced. They discussed separation 
of the races through law
and custom: ignorance on the part
of many, fear, greed and other
factors.
Following the morning session, a

Friendship Lunchroom was held
featuring Dr. Willa Player, President 
of Bennett College and
George S. Mitchell, Executive Director 
of the Southern Regional
Council, as speakers. Miss Cleomine 
Lewis was soloist, accompanled 
by Mrs. Ethel Ramos Harris.
The luncheon was chaired by Mrs.
Montrosa Frazier, Iota Phi Lambda 
Sorority.
The keynoter for the afternoon
session was Dr. Frank Graham
United States Representative with
the United Nations for India and
Pakistan, who spoke of the global
concept of human rights and the
urgency to revise our standards.
Round table discussions were resumed 
until the meeting was adjourned. 

An International Festival of Arts
was held Friday night in the Departmental 
Auditorium of the Department 
of Labor. Representatives
from India, Haiti. Guam, Indonesia 
and the United States appeared 
on the program. The Honorable
Mason Sears, United States Trusteeship 
Council, United Nations, was
the speaker. Mrs. Ethel Ramos

Harris, Chairman of the Department 
of Fine Arts was in charge
of the Festival of Arts. Following
the program, the President's Reception 
was-held in the conference
room adjoining the Auditorium,
where the Louia Vaughn Jones
String Ensemble of Howard University 
rendered several selections.
A special feature during the reception 
was an exhibition of paintings 
by Lois Jones Pierre-Noel.
On Saturday morning, November
17. the Interracial Conference of
Women closed with summations of
the round table discussions by Dr.
Nancy Bullock McGhee, second
vice president, and Mrs. Arnetta
Wallace, President of Alpha Kappa 
Alpha Sorority. The • commitment 
was given by Miss Lilace
Reid Barnes, president of the National 
Young Women's Christian
Association.

An Analysis Of
Current Legal
Developments
By S. A. WILBURN

A court action attacKing the
South Carolina law under which
seventeen Negro teachers were fired 
because of their membership in
the National Association for the
Advancement of Colored People is
currently underway The argument
has been advanced that the law
violated the federal constitution.
This will necessitate a ruling as to
whether or not such a statute may
be sustained as a valid exercise of
the police power of the state.
While each state has the inherent 
right as well as the duty to enact 
such laws as will best protect
the health, safety and welfare of

its citizens, it seems rather arbitrary 
and unreasonable to single out
one organization and make it the
subject of specific legislation. Although 
there are many cases
which indicate a range of subjects
which may be freely regulated by
the state through its law-making
process, it is equally clear that such
laws must not be arbitrary, unreasonable 
or unrelated to a valid
legislative objective.
If this law be sustained as valid 
legislation, a further extension
of state power through similar
legislation can be expected elsewhere 
with the resulting effect of
almost eliminating the benefits of
the recent rulings against segregation. 


RENT LEGAL DEV.
DISMISSED TEACHERS SEEK
RULING
By S. A. WILBURN

A court action attacKing the
South Carolina law under which
seventeen Negro teachers were fired 
because of their membership in
the National Association for the
Advancement of Colored People is
currently underway The argument
has been advanced that the law
violated the federal constitution.
This will necessitate a ruling as to
whether or not such a statute may
be sustained as a valid exercise of
the police power of the state.
While each state has the inherent 
right as well as the duty to enact 
such laws as will best protect
the health, safety and welfare of

its citizens, it seems rather arbitrary 
and unreasonable to single out
one organization and make it the
subject of specific legislation. Although 
there are many cases
which indicate a range of subjects
which may be freely regulated by
the state through its law-making
process, it is equally clear that such
laws must not be arbitrary, unreasonable 
or unrelated to a valid
legislative objective.
If this law be sustained as valid 
legislation, a further extension
of state power through similar
legislation can be expected elsewhere 
with the resulting effect of
almost eliminating the benefits of
the recent rulings against segregation. 


MEALTIME MELODIES!
BY LEOD. GAMMON
This is the entertaining season.
Xmas is definitely getting into the
air. Just listen to the trend of
your friends conversations and
you don't even have to go down
town to get that "certain feeling."
Since this is the season of good
will and good cheer we want to
plan good eating too. You know the
three just seem-to go hand in hand

Of course, homemakers 
have to
keep in mind perlods 
of relaxed
rest for the entire
family including
sleep and the regular 
health habits. 
According to
an article in the
American Medical 
Association
Journal by Doctor
Edward P. Luongo
there is evidence that sedentary
living and poor health habits are
the real culprits in coronary disease 
and not hard work, overexercised 
or occupational stress. These
health habit detects often start
taking their toll during teenage
years or at least 10 to 15 years
prior to our fourth or fifth decade 
in life. All this leads us to
know that even during the yulefide 
season the family's health must
be kept in mind.
Now here is a little recipe that
yon are sure to find to your likes.
called Cranberry Raisin Rolls. This
is some good eating that has a
right good share of good nutrition
too.
Some Saturday lunchtime serve
this with plenty of butter, a king
size fruit and-cottage cheese salad 
and a pot of hot chocolate,
Umm-Yum!
1-3 cup butter
1-2 cup light brown sugar
1-2 cup fresh cranberries, cut in
half
2 cups sifted enriched flour
1 tablespoon baking powder
1 teaspoon salt
1-4 cup butter
2-3 to 3-4 cup milk
2 tablespoons melted bitter
2 tablespoons sugar
1-4 cup seedless raisins.
Melt butter in a 9 inch round
pan. Sprinkle brown sugar over
bottom. Scatter 2 tablespoons cranberries 
over bottom Sift together
flour, baking powder and salt. Cut
or rub in butter until mixture is
crumbly Add milk to make a soft
dough. Turn out on lightly floured
board or pastry cloth and knead
gently 30 seconds.
Roll out to rectitude about 8 x
13 inches. Brush with melted butter 
leaving a I-2 inch margin on
a 13 inch side. Sprinkle with sugar. 
Scatter cranberries and raisins
over dough. Roll no like jelly roll
(beginning with the long side opposite 
margin). Brush the 1-2 inch
margin with water end seal. With
scissors or sharp knife cut into 12
shces. Place rolls, cut, side down,
in prepared pan. Bake in hot oy_en 
(425 degrees F.) for 20 minutes.
When mixture in bottom of pan
stops bubbilng turn out on cooling 
rack. Makes 12 rolls.

Cranberry Raisin Rolls
BY LEOD. GAMMON
This is the entertaining season.
Xmas is definitely getting into the
air. Just listen to the trend of
your friends conversations and
you don't even have to go down
town to get that "certain feeling."
Since this is the season of good
will and good cheer we want to
plan good eating too. You know the
three just seem-to go hand in hand

Of course, homemakers 
have to
keep in mind perlods 
of relaxed
rest for the entire
family including
sleep and the regular 
health habits. 
According to
an article in the
American Medical 
Association
Journal by Doctor
Edward P. Luongo
there is evidence that sedentary
living and poor health habits are
the real culprits in coronary disease 
and not hard work, overexercised 
or occupational stress. These
health habit detects often start
taking their toll during teenage
years or at least 10 to 15 years
prior to our fourth or fifth decade 
in life. All this leads us to
know that even during the yulefide 
season the family's health must
be kept in mind.
Now here is a little recipe that
yon are sure to find to your likes.
called Cranberry Raisin Rolls. This
is some good eating that has a
right good share of good nutrition
too.
Some Saturday lunchtime serve
this with plenty of butter, a king
size fruit and-cottage cheese salad 
and a pot of hot chocolate,
Umm-Yum!
1-3 cup butter
1-2 cup light brown sugar
1-2 cup fresh cranberries, cut in
half
2 cups sifted enriched flour
1 tablespoon baking powder
1 teaspoon salt
1-4 cup butter
2-3 to 3-4 cup milk
2 tablespoons melted bitter
2 tablespoons sugar
1-4 cup seedless raisins.
Melt butter in a 9 inch round
pan. Sprinkle brown sugar over
bottom. Scatter 2 tablespoons cranberries 
over bottom Sift together
flour, baking powder and salt. Cut
or rub in butter until mixture is
crumbly Add milk to make a soft
dough. Turn out on lightly floured
board or pastry cloth and knead
gently 30 seconds.
Roll out to rectitude about 8 x
13 inches. Brush with melted butter 
leaving a I-2 inch margin on
a 13 inch side. Sprinkle with sugar. 
Scatter cranberries and raisins
over dough. Roll no like jelly roll
(beginning with the long side opposite 
margin). Brush the 1-2 inch
margin with water end seal. With
scissors or sharp knife cut into 12
shces. Place rolls, cut, side down,
in prepared pan. Bake in hot oy_en 
(425 degrees F.) for 20 minutes.
When mixture in bottom of pan
stops bubbilng turn out on cooling 
rack. Makes 12 rolls.

Memphis Area

said Dist.
Atty Haskell Carter earlier this
week at Columbus, Miss.
Saunders while stationed in Mississippi 
was arrested on a drunk
driving charge, was transferred to
Ohio from where Mississippi, attempted 
to extridite him.
The Air Force lieutentant refused 
to be extradited and was
supported by Ohio Gov. Frank
Laushe who refused extradition
Recently Saunders was discharged
from the service.
Carter said Lt. Saunders forfieted
a $2.000 bond on the charge and declared 
"as far as we're concerned
the case is closed."

FREED BY EMROR: BACK
Andrew Fullilove
36 Negro, who was released by error 
from the county jail a year ago
is back to serve a three to ten year
sentence. Fullilove who pleaded
guilty in Criminal Court to two
charges of assault to kill and one
of robbery, was released in August
of last yea rafter authorities confused 
him with another prisoner
of the same name being held in
jail for extradition. He was arrested 
last month in Omaha.

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103 PROOF


SHORT-LIVED VICTORY —
Brooklyn Dodger pitching star Don Newcombe is shown being
served with a $25,000 civil suit notice in behalf of an Ebbets Field parking lot attendant. Newk
was just leaving the Flatbush court where he was absolved of an assault charge brought by the
attendant, Michael Brown. Flanking Newcombe are his lawyers, Morris Barrett, right and Lew
Healy. Brown alleged that Newk punched him after the second World Series game.


by KELLEY ROOS
From the Dodd, Mead & Co novel. Copyright © 1949 by William And Audrey Kelley Rees. O 1956 by Keller Roos,
Distributed by King Feature! Syndicate.
I was in a hurry. There are
things worse than death; This
was one of those things, and it
wasn't going to happen to me.
Gently, but firmly, I nudged a
lovely old lady out of my way
and walked faster.
When Paul's line had
been busy, I hadn't waited to call
again. I had wrapped my inefficient 
jet black hair up in a
scarf. I had hustled into some
lipstick, tightened my nylons,
slipped into my coat and set out
for Paul's. At the moment Paul
was the most important man in
my life.
The newsdealer at the corner
of Lexington and Sixtieth said,
"Hello, Mrs. Barton. How is Mr.
Barton?"
"Mr. Barton!" I swirled. "In
France you can shoot your husband 
for less and get national
sympathy. But here in America?"
I shook my head.
I crossed Fifty-ninth, turned
west on Fifty-eighth, and I was
at Paul's. A new girl sat at the
reception desk.
"Where's Paul?" I said.
"Busy. Your name, please?"
"Connie Barton., Where's
Paul?"
"Do you have an appointment,
Miss Barton?" '
"Mrs. Barton." To be completely 
frank about it, Mrs. Steve
Barton. Like an utter innocent,
I had married the man. "Where's
Paul?"
Paul came mincing out of the
booth section of the shop. He
looked elegant and efficient in
his white, high-collared frock. He
had a wife and four children, but
for professional reasons he played
it chic, wan and very aesthetic
during business hours. This beauty 
parlor supported the wife and
four children.
"Mrs. Barton!" He was glad
to see me. He was always glad
to see me I was a constant challenge 
to the artist is him. "Mrs.
Barton, what can . ., "
"Have you as empty booth?"
"Yes .. . number five."
"Follow me," I said.
I sat down in front of the mirror. 
Paul stood behind me, looking 
at me in the mirror as I
yanked the scarf off my head.
He put his hands in my hair.
"Magnificent," he said. "Coal
mist, ebony flame."
1 said, "I want to be a blonde."
Paul didn't speak.
"A blonde, very blonde, as
blonde as you can gel," I said.
"Make me a blonde."
"No." His lips were light.
"That I cannot do lo you."
"You have no choice. Do as I
tell you or all New York will
hear the truth about you About
your wife and four children . . ."
"Five now."
"I'll even tell about your playing 
football in high school, how
you got an offer from Tulane
you'll be de-frocked, kicked out
of your union, run out of town ...
you impostor, you!"
"Mrs. Barton . . ."
"Break out the platinum!"
"But tell me why! You, of all
people . . . a Darien debutante, a
Connecticut College for Women
woman . . ."
"Now don't  try to blackmail 
.'"
"But why? Why do you want
to be a blonde?"
"It's a matter of strategy. I'm
counter-attacking."
"Ah . . . your husband."
"Smile when you call him
that."
Paul smiled and said. "Your
husband is off the reservation?"
I nodded and said, "My husband 
is over the hill.
"And she . .. she is a blonde?"
"I've never seen her. But Steve
is a loyal citizen, He" Wouldn't
be so un-American as a spurn
his wife for anything hut a
blonde."
"You might or wrong, Mrs.
Barton, completely wrong about
your husband."
I proved to Paul how right I
was. For weeks now, since early
in October, it had been happening. 
Every Wednesday Steve had
dreamed up a reason to be away
for the evening. He would come
home humming tunes, looking
horribly contented, as pleased
with himself as all get out. It
was ghastly. It was all I could
do to pretend 1 was asleep. When
he slid into bed beside me, it
was only fear of the gallows that .
kept my hands from his throat.
The first Wednesday he said
that his editor had asked him to
take over for Jim Hall and cover
some fights at the Garden. In
the first edition at noon the next
day I just happened, lo notice
that Jim Hall had the boxing
story by-line after all. Steve
mumbled something at me about
a typographical error, but he
never used the "must work"
dodge again.
The next Wednesday he blithely 
informed me after dinner that
be was going to see a scalp
specialist about his loose dandruff 
and falling hair. When
Steve's hair fell, he would fall
with it, and his dandruff, if any,
was tight as a drum. '"
The excuses got tamer and
lamer He had a friend who
wasn't feeling well enough to sit
up with a sick friend, so Steve
had to fill the breach. When he
came home he wasn't smelling of
rubbing alcohol. It was a scent
I couldn't place, but you didn't
buy it by the quart That was
the way it went. Each Wednesday 
there would be another, a
more inciedible excuse.
"Wednesday," Paul said "1
wonder why always Wednesday."
"It's her night off," I said."
"That's obvious "
"Yes . . . and that's encouraging. 
He hasn't asked her to quit
her job yet."
"Don't try lo cheer me up "
"Sorry. On the other" hand,
maybe she's married and her husband 
. . . well, for instance, maybe 
he swims at the Y.M.CA.
Wednesday nights I do."
"You Reep out of this."
it was probably my fault I

had let myself get dowdy on
Wednesdays, dull and unprovocative. 
He had found—someone
younger and gayer, someone
beautiful and glamorous with a
more up-to-date bag of feminine
tricks. He was bored with me.
Five years, less just three days,
was a long time to be married.
But there were still moments
when I thought I might be wrong,
when I had reason to believe that
I was still the girl for him. There
was our anniversary party next
Saturday, for instance. He was
knocking himself out to make it
a real celebration . . . dinner at
Karl's, the theater, the Rosewood
Room for supper, champagne and
good music.
But he was probably doing
that just to build character with
me, to keep me happy as I
moiled and tolled as his houseKeeper. 
Finally, today, I had
faced it. There was another
woman. I would have to take
steps.
"Paul," I said, "proceeds Do
you: darndest, rise to new
heights."
"Mrs. Barton ..."
"Listen, you . . . today
Wednesday. Time is short."
"All right, Mrs. Barton, all
right."
One hour and twenty minutes
later, my old set at the Wee Tokeneke 
Country club would have
deplored me. My dear aunt and
uncle who had raised me, not for
this, would have disowned me, I
wouldn't have been allowed near
the Connecticut College for Women. 
I would have been run oft
the University of Bridgeport
campus, too ... by the nearest
undergraduate into the nearest
dormitory. I was that blonde.
"Well?" Paul asked tremulous,
ly, the plaintive, eager artist.
I inspected myself a little more
in the mirror. "Do me a new
make-up, Paul, The eyebrows...
a new mouth .. ."
He went back to work.
"Well?" he asked.
"The mouth . . . make it more
generous."
"It was already generous, Mrs.
Barton."
"Make it more inviting then.
A big hello. Give me more lower
lip."
This time it was I who asked,
"Well?"
"Mrs. Barton, coloring the hair,
a new make-up does not make a
blonde. There are other things."
I stood up, took a deep breath
and walked a small circle around
Paul.
He said, in a small voice, "Mrs.
Barton, look ..."
"Yes?" I murmured.
"Look, perhaps a bite to eat
then . . . well, I could give up
swimming at the 'Y' tonight."
I thanked Paul from the bot
tom of my heart, but declined
his kind offer. It was quite dark
when I went back out into the
world, a new woman, a blonde.


CHAPTER 1
by KELLEY ROOS
From the Dodd, Mead & Co novel. Copyright © 1949 by William And Audrey Kelley Rees. O 1956 by Keller Roos,
Distributed by King Feature! Syndicate.
I was in a hurry. There are
things worse than death; This
was one of those things, and it
wasn't going to happen to me.
Gently, but firmly, I nudged a
lovely old lady out of my way
and walked faster.
When Paul's line had
been busy, I hadn't waited to call
again. I had wrapped my inefficient 
jet black hair up in a
scarf. I had hustled into some
lipstick, tightened my nylons,
slipped into my coat and set out
for Paul's. At the moment Paul
was the most important man in
my life.
The newsdealer at the corner
of Lexington and Sixtieth said,
"Hello, Mrs. Barton. How is Mr.
Barton?"
"Mr. Barton!" I swirled. "In
France you can shoot your husband 
for less and get national
sympathy. But here in America?"
I shook my head.
I crossed Fifty-ninth, turned
west on Fifty-eighth, and I was
at Paul's. A new girl sat at the
reception desk.
"Where's Paul?" I said.
"Busy. Your name, please?"
"Connie Barton., Where's
Paul?"
"Do you have an appointment,
Miss Barton?" '
"Mrs. Barton." To be completely 
frank about it, Mrs. Steve
Barton. Like an utter innocent,
I had married the man. "Where's
Paul?"
Paul came mincing out of the
booth section of the shop. He
looked elegant and efficient in
his white, high-collared frock. He
had a wife and four children, but
for professional reasons he played
it chic, wan and very aesthetic
during business hours. This beauty 
parlor supported the wife and
four children.
"Mrs. Barton!" He was glad
to see me. He was always glad
to see me I was a constant challenge 
to the artist is him. "Mrs.
Barton, what can . ., "
"Have you as empty booth?"
"Yes .. . number five."
"Follow me," I said.
I sat down in front of the mirror. 
Paul stood behind me, looking 
at me in the mirror as I
yanked the scarf off my head.
He put his hands in my hair.
"Magnificent," he said. "Coal
mist, ebony flame."
1 said, "I want to be a blonde."
Paul didn't speak.
"A blonde, very blonde, as
blonde as you can gel," I said.
"Make me a blonde."
"No." His lips were light.
"That I cannot do lo you."
"You have no choice. Do as I
tell you or all New York will
hear the truth about you About
your wife and four children . . ."
"Five now."
"I'll even tell about your playing 
football in high school, how
you got an offer from Tulane
you'll be de-frocked, kicked out
of your union, run out of town ...
you impostor, you!"
"Mrs. Barton . . ."
"Break out the platinum!"
"But tell me why! You, of all
people . . . a Darien debutante, a
Connecticut College for Women
woman . . ."
"Now don't  try to blackmail 
.'"
"But why? Why do you want
to be a blonde?"
"It's a matter of strategy. I'm
counter-attacking."
"Ah . . . your husband."
"Smile when you call him
that."
Paul smiled and said. "Your
husband is off the reservation?"
I nodded and said, "My husband 
is over the hill.
"And she . .. she is a blonde?"
"I've never seen her. But Steve
is a loyal citizen, He" Wouldn't
be so un-American as a spurn
his wife for anything hut a
blonde."
"You might or wrong, Mrs.
Barton, completely wrong about
your husband."
I proved to Paul how right I
was. For weeks now, since early
in October, it had been happening. 
Every Wednesday Steve had
dreamed up a reason to be away
for the evening. He would come
home humming tunes, looking
horribly contented, as pleased
with himself as all get out. It
was ghastly. It was all I could
do to pretend 1 was asleep. When
he slid into bed beside me, it
was only fear of the gallows that .
kept my hands from his throat.
The first Wednesday he said
that his editor had asked him to
take over for Jim Hall and cover
some fights at the Garden. In
the first edition at noon the next
day I just happened, lo notice
that Jim Hall had the boxing
story by-line after all. Steve
mumbled something at me about
a typographical error, but he
never used the "must work"
dodge again.
The next Wednesday he blithely 
informed me after dinner that
be was going to see a scalp
specialist about his loose dandruff 
and falling hair. When
Steve's hair fell, he would fall
with it, and his dandruff, if any,
was tight as a drum. '"
The excuses got tamer and
lamer He had a friend who
wasn't feeling well enough to sit
up with a sick friend, so Steve
had to fill the breach. When he
came home he wasn't smelling of
rubbing alcohol. It was a scent
I couldn't place, but you didn't
buy it by the quart That was
the way it went. Each Wednesday 
there would be another, a
more inciedible excuse.
"Wednesday," Paul said "1
wonder why always Wednesday."
"It's her night off," I said."
"That's obvious "
"Yes . . . and that's encouraging. 
He hasn't asked her to quit
her job yet."
"Don't try lo cheer me up "
"Sorry. On the other" hand,
maybe she's married and her husband 
. . . well, for instance, maybe 
he swims at the Y.M.CA.
Wednesday nights I do."
"You Reep out of this."
it was probably my fault I

had let myself get dowdy on
Wednesdays, dull and unprovocative. 
He had found—someone
younger and gayer, someone
beautiful and glamorous with a
more up-to-date bag of feminine
tricks. He was bored with me.
Five years, less just three days,
was a long time to be married.
But there were still moments
when I thought I might be wrong,
when I had reason to believe that
I was still the girl for him. There
was our anniversary party next
Saturday, for instance. He was
knocking himself out to make it
a real celebration . . . dinner at
Karl's, the theater, the Rosewood
Room for supper, champagne and
good music.
But he was probably doing
that just to build character with
me, to keep me happy as I
moiled and tolled as his houseKeeper. 
Finally, today, I had
faced it. There was another
woman. I would have to take
steps.
"Paul," I said, "proceeds Do
you: darndest, rise to new
heights."
"Mrs. Barton ..."
"Listen, you . . . today
Wednesday. Time is short."
"All right, Mrs. Barton, all
right."
One hour and twenty minutes
later, my old set at the Wee Tokeneke 
Country club would have
deplored me. My dear aunt and
uncle who had raised me, not for
this, would have disowned me, I
wouldn't have been allowed near
the Connecticut College for Women. 
I would have been run oft
the University of Bridgeport
campus, too ... by the nearest
undergraduate into the nearest
dormitory. I was that blonde.
"Well?" Paul asked tremulous,
ly, the plaintive, eager artist.
I inspected myself a little more
in the mirror. "Do me a new
make-up, Paul, The eyebrows...
a new mouth .. ."
He went back to work.
"Well?" he asked.
"The mouth . . . make it more
generous."
"It was already generous, Mrs.
Barton."
"Make it more inviting then.
A big hello. Give me more lower
lip."
This time it was I who asked,
"Well?"
"Mrs. Barton, coloring the hair,
a new make-up does not make a
blonde. There are other things."
I stood up, took a deep breath
and walked a small circle around
Paul.
He said, in a small voice, "Mrs.
Barton, look ..."
"Yes?" I murmured.
"Look, perhaps a bite to eat
then . . . well, I could give up
swimming at the 'Y' tonight."
I thanked Paul from the bot
tom of my heart, but declined
his kind offer. It was quite dark
when I went back out into the
world, a new woman, a blonde.


BUTTER-FINGERED
BURGLAR
It must have
been a butter-fingered burglar who
recently broke into a packing com
pany 
here. The burglar slashed
his hands on broken glass; Jim-]
mied a door only to find It led to
an outside loading dock; tried
again and pried two padlocks free
to find they guarded a cooler door;
found a quarter of beef too heavy
to carry and settled for a small
piece of beef cut from the quarter,
which was of the very" poorest
grade.

NOT TOO FUNNY
SAN FRANCISCO — Sammy
Garcia, 7, found a pair of handcuffs
on his way home from school and,
boylike; he snapped one end around
his wrist. Along came Ronald
Davis. 12, who snapped the other
end around a garage-door handle.
Sammy's yells for help brought his
mother, Mrs. Frances Garcia, who
took one look and called police.
They unlocked Sammy and the
garage door, checked the serial
number on the handcuffs and found,
that an officer had lost them 
patrol.