Memphis World
Memphis World Publishing Co.
1956-12-29
Raymond F. Tisby

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A Grand Old Year Begins To Bow
The days of our years are the chroniclers of our conscious
existence; the record keepers of the past, and as they go by, they
inspire the soul for future ventures of other dramas on the stage
of life. As we near the end of December, there are those reactions
which suggest on every hand the closing of a year, an era, and on
epochal annotation of the highlights of a profitable year.
While we add to our years at each succeeding close, we
nevertheless become participants in its blisses and are engulfed
in the charm and the tidings of its goodwill.
So, we begin the stretch for the last curtains of the old year.
As we enter upon the round, we are reminded of the eventful happenings 
the year has brought us.
The beginning was heralded in amid the stir and the romance
of peaceful relations for all mankind. Much was being said
about the implementation of that immortal court decisions which
had recently struck blows against the barriers which divided
citizens in first and second class categories.
And while the year is nearly gone, the full populace affected
has not come into the full realization of what the court decisions
vouched for.
Time marches on. The great champion of human equality
and that mediator of liberty, President Dwight D. Eisenhower suffered 
a heart attack. The prayers of the nation could not have
more intense had a Lincoln fallen. The President was finally
restored to his full vigor and was able to go through a rigorous
campaign. Not only did he do this, he won an unprecedented
victory and comes January, the nation will again expect four
more years of a service which promises many enactments on the
front of liberty.
The old year bows out on an era of prosperity. The people
of the nation are in the midst of a bountiful harvest. Industry is
going at full tilt and this year saw planted on this front additional
unemployment insurance meant to remove those fears of sudden
shutdown or a surcease because of overproduction.
The rural areas are reaping the benefit of the excellent program 
of crop production and marketing and those benefits derived 
from the turn from the old one crop idea to a more modern
process of cattle raising and diversified farming.
We saw in the middle of the year the graduality of school
integration in a few of the states affected. While there were
violence and threats in some sections, the evolution continued.
The crisis was probably reached when after so many gestures
of evasion, delaying tactics and willful attacks on the decision,
(with boasts that to sue out a writ county by county would still
forestall for a long time the activation of the directive). Attorney
General Herbert Brownell took the "bull by the horns" in the bus
decision and brought to Washington the various Federal district
attorneys in fourteen states for a review of their respective laws
transportation.
This remains possibly the master stroke of the year on the
front of the crisis in this bus question.
We hope all citizens of both races will recognize these changes
brought about through orderly court proceedings and adjust themselves 
accordingly with any unpleasant and needless incidents.

An Ugly Christmas Gesture
As the old-world sang its way through its accustomed Christmas 
carols into the hearts of its countrymen, there appeared
among the sermons and scriptorial quotes on the front pages of
the newspapers, an account of a Negro girl being beaten in the
streets of Montgomery, Alabama, a southern city, by those who
desired to make an expression against the Supreme Court decision
outlawing segregation on the buses.
Surely the cities of Montgomery, Alabama and Tallahassee,
Florida would take no pride in the disservice they are occasioning
in this bus riding debacle. While there are equally as serious incidents 
in other places contingent to a determination of circumventing 
or openly defying a court order, the headlines are making
ugly spotlights of these two Southern cities.
Those who are guilty of the infractions carried on the front
pages of the newspapers hardly realize that it will take years for
these people to live down what is being carried on through heated
passion, initiated by the desire of inflicting punishment upon law
abiding citizens who seek to enjoy a franchise for which they
have paid.
This America is a Bible land; its citizens are proud of the
traditional reference to religious freedom being the basic principle 
upon which this government was founded. It is today paying
out billions of dollars belonging to its taxpayers for freedom of
Other people in other lands, it has twice in a single generation
engaged its sons in shooting wars for the safeguard and establishment 
of those relations long observed in our Constitution.
It is unfortunate that this country must hand its head in
shame, as it proceeds upon its Christmas journey, with the press
carrying on its front pages along with Bible quotes, Christmas
carols, stories of the Christ-child, the sad account of a Negro girl
kneeling in the street, with her hands uplifted as her only protection 
while she succumbs to a beating at the hands of human
beings!

So, Christmas Day Carried Its Toll
As has been advanced before, the manner in which our
feast days are observed is no contribution to the fervor and patriotism 
occasioned by these periods. The suffering, privation and
deaths are poorly compensated in what some might call fealty
devotion and loyalty to some ideal or principles we wish kept
alive.
The casualty list set up for the beginning of the week is
astounding. A list running up in the thousands would almost be
unbelievable. In proportion, this figure is in excess of the usual
week-end casualty record.
Our feast days are those annual affairs without which much
of our citizenship identity would mean little or nothing. They need
come for the accellerating of those historical incidents in the
framework of our civil and religious institutions. Our children
must have from first hand, how the impact of religious, civic and
National affairs affect our being; they must soon come upon
the scene to keep alive for their posterity what have made the
people and the nation great. But when they are called upon to
analyze what the cost has been in this patriotic endeavor, they
might turn the picture around and ask if the occasions are really
worth what we paid for them.
The Christmas holidays are just beginning; they are now
heading into the already risky week-end liabilities. In that it can be
expected that the mounting toll will still be on its way to a new
high.
It is to be regretted that educational driving projects and
standing highway patrol are affecting so little on the front of

safety on the highways, the frontier from whence come the major
portion of our holiday casualties.
Apparently the proper seriousness of the manner in which
we celebrate is not taken. Those engaged in precision engineering
and the implementation of modern labor-saving and more productive 
facilities, might strike a vital chord if they would take
life saying with equal concern.


CARE FOR VICTIM
SALK VACCINE
POLIO


MEALTIME MELODIES!
BY LEODA GAMMON
And so you have a huntsman in
your family. Lucky you. Those less
fortunate can't serve wild duck for
their family dinner neither can they
invite friends in for this rare treat.
Just between you
and me though
when you start out
to pick these wild
ducks using the
regular old method 
you won't feel
so lucky. But
cleaninig duck
with paraffin is a
right smart idea
to clean wild duck
Clip the wing tips
and remove the
coarse guard feather, leaving the
duck covered with down. Melt 6
cakes of paraffin roll the duck over
in the melted paraffin covering the
entire surface of the bird with hot
wax. Allow the paraffin to harden
and then pull it off. It will carry
the feathers with it. Duck is sometimes 
strong flavored Stuff it with
sliced apple, celery, onion or a raw
potato Remove and discard the
stuffing before serving the duck as
it will absorb the strong flavors.
Then roast us follows and watch
that hunters chest expand while
family and friends feast his kill.



Have ducks at room temperature.
Dry them thoroughly inside and out.
Rub the inside with salt.
Place the ducks in an uncovered
roasting pan. Brush the breast with:
Butter.
Roast the ducks in a moderate
oven 325: rare duck. 10 to 12 minutes 
to the pound: Well done, 15 to
20 minutes to the pound.
Baste frequently with the fat in
the pan. Another school of thought
advises roasting duck in a hot oven
500 for a total twice of 18 to 20
minutes. Baste every 5 minutes with
the fat in the pan to which you may
add: Dry red wine.
This method seems to be the hunter's 
ideal. The juices are red and
flow freely when the duck is carved
Thicken the drippings with:
Flour (about 4 T stirred, until
blended)
Stir in: Extra stock (for amount
of gravy) until gravy is smooth
and boiling
Add: Sour cream (very good)
about 1/4 cup
Serve the Duck with:
Currant jelly or cranberries
or with overlapping:
Slices of small oranges, each
topped with a dab of bright jelly.
A good apple and sweet potato
dressing baked m a separate pan
is real good served with wild duck.
Just use your favorite recipe.

Alphas Complete Plans
For Meeting In St. Louis
ST. LOUIS, Mo. — The Christmastide 
Season will find Alpha
men from over the nation in St.
Louis. Mo., attending the "Christmas 
Convention" of the Midwest
Region Alpha Phi Alpha Fraternty, 
Inc. This convention will observe 
the 50th Anniversary of
Alpha with the theme: "Freedom
Through Truth." The Rev. C. Anderson 
Davis Midwest Vice President 
of Bluefield W. Va. will
preside over the December 28-30
session.
Registration will begin Friday,
Dec. 28th at 9:00 a. m. at the Pine
Street YMCA, headquarters for
the convention. The Regional
council will meet at 11:00 a. m.
and the Vice President's Luncheon
will be held at 1:00 p. m. The first
general business will be held at
(2:0) p. m. when the assistant Vice
President and the Regional Directors 
will report to the convention.
The Annual Message will be delivered 
by the Vice President.
The Anniversary Banquet will be
held Friday evening at 7:00 o'clock
Atty. W. N. Lovelace of Cincinnati, 
Ohio will act as toastmaster;
addresses will be delivered by Dr.
Howard H. Long, Dean of Central
State College and Dr. Frank L.
Stanley, General President of the
Fraternity. The Closed Dance will
follow the Banquet.
Two Workshops will be conducted 
Saturday morning: Fraternity
Housing and Chapter Programming. 
Coordinator will be Prof. J.
Herbert King of Chicago; T. R.
Mahaffey a student at Ohio State
University will chairman the first
group with Mr. Walter H. Williams, 
insurance executive of jackson, 
Miss., as consultant: Dr. Milon 
S. J. Wright of Wilberforce
University will chairman the second 
group with Dr. James E. Huger 
General Secretary of the Fraternity 
as consultant. A special
fraternity Exhibit will be in
charge of Prof. James Jeffress of
Kansas City. A Round Table Discussion: 
Alpha Looks at the Future, 
will take place Saturday afternoon 
with Atty. Billy Jones as
moderator A formal dance will be
held Sat., evening.
The annual Public Services will
be held Sunday morning at Union
Memorial Methodist Church. The
Message will be delivered by Bishop 
Matthew W. Clair and the
chairman of the Awards Committee, 
Mr. S. E. Broaddus of Harrods 
Creek Ky., will present the
winner of the Achievement Award.
The Executive Council Central
Committee will meet in the Statler 
Hotel at 2:00 p. m.
The Alpha Wives and Sweethearts 
of St., Louis will furnish
lots of activities for the ladies.
Chairman is Mr. Clifton E. Bailey 
and co-chairman, Mr. Fred T.
Simms, both of St. Louis.

Mrs. E. M. M. Wright

She was suffering greatly and called 
her druggist that she was
coming right over to pick up her
medicine She had not been gone
but a matter of minutes when the
word came back to the house
about her death, Miss Jackson
stated.
A native of Little Rock Arkansas, 
Mrs. Wright was the daughter 
of the Late Mr. and Mrs. John
Peyton Winfrey pioneer residents
of that city. She was educated at
Union Training School and Tuskegee 
Institute, the latter institution 
from which she was graduated
in 1905.
In 1907 Mrs. Wright was married
to John Kelley, Sr: and from this
union two children were born
They were John Kelly, Jr., and
Ann Rheba Kelly, both of whom
survive. Her marriage to Father
E. M. M. Wright in 1917 offered
Mrs. Wright opportunity to utilize 
her talent as a writer and
speaker in the promotion of various 
activities sponsored within
her church circles.
The E. M. M. Wrights came to
Memphis is 1929 when Father
Wright was assigned as rector of
Emmanuel Episcopal Church. Subsequent 
assignments took Father
and Mrs. Wright to Muskogee, Oklahoma 
and Omaha, Nebraska

Father Wright died at Omaha in
1937 while in the pastorate of St.
Phillips Episcopal Church. Following 
his death Mrs. Wright returned 
to Memphis to be near her
daughter who had become the
wife of Lewis H. Twigg, Jr. a young
insurance executive. Mr. Twigg.
presently is president of Union
Protective Assurance Company.
Mrs. Wright made an outstanding 
record as a case worker with
the W. P. A. and was frequently
called upon to discuss this government 
agency before club groups.
She was an ardent member of the
Hiawatha Art and Social Club and
the Elite Social Club, both organizations 
representing a cross-section 
of Memphis most prominent
women.
In recent years Mrs. Wright had
resumed poetry-writing, a literary
hobby she developed in her early
life aMny of her poems were published 
by the local newspapers. The
best ones are now being compiled
for possible publication into a
booklet. One of her favorite poems, 
entitled THY MERCY SEAT
appears here:
Oh come and bow down at His
feet today.
Pour out your sorrow in your
own humble way:
Be ye in earnest and tell of your
grief.
He'll surely have mercy and send
you relief.
He sees everything from his
high dwelling place.
And will pour down the riches of
his heavenly grace.
He ever stands ready to hear
when your call.
His mercy is great and His is
for all.
Oh how can we doubt such a
God who's true;
And ready always to pour blessings 
on you.
To give courage and strength
for each task every day.
And forsake not — but keep you
all of the way.
Oh God! What does thou see in
us here.
That then shouldeth continue
thy love so sincere?
In remorse of conscience we fall
at thy foot.
And lead for a place at Thy
Mercy Seat.
Besides her son and daughter
Mrs. Wright leaves five grandchildren 
Louis Harold Jr., and Clara
 Twigg. John  Tanya
and Kenneth Kelly, and Mrs. Mai
Perkins all of Los Angeles, two
brothers Messers. Robert C. Win 
Tenn. and Ear 
Winfrey of Little Rock,
 and one sister. Mrs.
Mattie Winfrey Bradford of Little
Rock Arkansas.

Two Citizens Arrested Over
Segregation In Birmingham
Two prominent figures in Birmingham's community life have
been arrested on "disorderly conduct" charges in connection with
using the general waiting room at the Birmingham Terminal
Station.
Carl Baldwin, business man and
his school-teacher wife. Mrs. Alexinia 
Baldwin, were scheduled to appear 
before Recorder's Judge Ralph
E. Parker at 9 a. m. Wednesday,
Dec 26 on charges obviously growing 
out of Birmingham's determination 
to enforce local travel
segregation laws in the face of a
recent Supreme Court ruling that
such laws are unconstitutional.
Meantime the Interstate Commerce
Commission has issued a directive
calling for the ending of all forms
of segregation in interstate travel.
The Baldwins through their attorney, 
Demefrius C. Newton, asserted 
that they had purchased
tickets and had made reservations
to Milwaukee, Wisconsin on the
crack passenger train, "The city of
Miami" Which was scheduled to arrive 
at the local Terminal Station at
5 a. m. Saturday Dec. 22.
While using the general waiting
room, a squad of five policemen,
Newton said his clients told him,
came to the terminal station and
said the "police lieutenant gave
them 20 seconds to get into the colored 
waiting room," When they did
not go to the Jim Crow. waiting
room, they were hustled off to City
Hall and then to City Jail Newton's 
statement said.
The desk sergeant at police Head
quarters last Saturday said that Lt.
J. R. Davis was in charge of the
shift that worked the Terminal Station 
area.
The Baldwins were taken to City
Jail where they were released on
$100 bond each. Records exhibited
by Atty. Newton indicated they
were released around 7:50 a. m.
last Saturday.
Meantime the Alabama Christian
Movement for Human Rights on
Dec. 20 addressed a letter to the
three-man Birmingham City Commission 
suggesting that "the

Birmingham statute on segregation
on buses and street cars is invalid, 
and should be immediately
repealed at your next Commission
meeting."
However, no number of the City
Commission has made official
comment on the request from the
Alabama Christian Movement for
Human Rights The ACMHR letter 
sent to City Hall was signed by
the Rev. F. L. Shuttlesworth. president 
and N. H. Smith, secretary.
In a follow-up comment Rev.
Shuttlesworth said that should the
Commission ignore the ACMHR request 
the silence would be the signal 
for bus riders to seat themselves 
in accordance with the nonsegregation 
decision of the United
States Supreme Court.
In a lead editorial last Saturday,
The Birmingham News said, in
part: "It would be helpful, in our
view, if action were not pressed at

this time to end bus segregation
at once here in Birmingham. But
apparently action to that end is
going to be pressed. If it is, city
officials, we believe, should strive
to obtain as much time as they legally 
can in dealing with the resulting 
problems."
The letter to the Commission
asking repeal of segregation statute
on buses stated in part:
"It is well known all over the
world now that the U. S. Supreme
Court has affirmed the judgment
and decree of the Federal Panel in
Montgomery that the segregation of
passengers on local public carriers
because of race is a violation of the
U. S. Constitution, and must be
halted Neither should anyone be
under any illusion that this ruling
will be changed or otherwise construed, 
for it is most clearly expressed 
in Article XIV, Section I
of the Constitution: "No state shall
make or enforce any law which
abridge the privileges and immunities 
of citizens of the United States
...nor deny to any person within
Its Jurisdiction the equal protection
of the laws.'
"It is also clear that Invalidated

laws of the State cannot 
forced: and City laws of the 
purpose and intent become null and
un-enforceable. Thus, the Birmingham 
Statute on segreation on buses
and street cars is invalid, and
should, we feel, be immediately repealed 
by you at your next Commission 
meeting.
"There is no better time than
during this Christmas season, when
we are reminded of the fact that
the angels chanted from the unscaled 
heights, 'Glory to God in
the highest, and on earth Peace
and Goodwill toward men."
"We have no thought but that
you will immediately act in accordance 
with the laws of the land.
And we shall hope and pray that
only goodness and Justice will forever 
prevail in this blessed land
of ours."

MAKE ARREST
Two prominent figures in Birmingham's community life have
been arrested on "disorderly conduct" charges in connection with
using the general waiting room at the Birmingham Terminal
Station.
Carl Baldwin, business man and
his school-teacher wife. Mrs. Alexinia 
Baldwin, were scheduled to appear 
before Recorder's Judge Ralph
E. Parker at 9 a. m. Wednesday,
Dec 26 on charges obviously growing 
out of Birmingham's determination 
to enforce local travel
segregation laws in the face of a
recent Supreme Court ruling that
such laws are unconstitutional.
Meantime the Interstate Commerce
Commission has issued a directive
calling for the ending of all forms
of segregation in interstate travel.
The Baldwins through their attorney, 
Demefrius C. Newton, asserted 
that they had purchased
tickets and had made reservations
to Milwaukee, Wisconsin on the
crack passenger train, "The city of
Miami" Which was scheduled to arrive 
at the local Terminal Station at
5 a. m. Saturday Dec. 22.
While using the general waiting
room, a squad of five policemen,
Newton said his clients told him,
came to the terminal station and
said the "police lieutenant gave
them 20 seconds to get into the colored 
waiting room," When they did
not go to the Jim Crow. waiting
room, they were hustled off to City
Hall and then to City Jail Newton's 
statement said.
The desk sergeant at police Head
quarters last Saturday said that Lt.
J. R. Davis was in charge of the
shift that worked the Terminal Station 
area.
The Baldwins were taken to City
Jail where they were released on
$100 bond each. Records exhibited
by Atty. Newton indicated they
were released around 7:50 a. m.
last Saturday.
Meantime the Alabama Christian
Movement for Human Rights on
Dec. 20 addressed a letter to the
three-man Birmingham City Commission 
suggesting that "the

Birmingham statute on segregation
on buses and street cars is invalid, 
and should be immediately
repealed at your next Commission
meeting."
However, no number of the City
Commission has made official
comment on the request from the
Alabama Christian Movement for
Human Rights The ACMHR letter 
sent to City Hall was signed by
the Rev. F. L. Shuttlesworth. president 
and N. H. Smith, secretary.
In a follow-up comment Rev.
Shuttlesworth said that should the
Commission ignore the ACMHR request 
the silence would be the signal 
for bus riders to seat themselves 
in accordance with the nonsegregation 
decision of the United
States Supreme Court.
In a lead editorial last Saturday,
The Birmingham News said, in
part: "It would be helpful, in our
view, if action were not pressed at

this time to end bus segregation
at once here in Birmingham. But
apparently action to that end is
going to be pressed. If it is, city
officials, we believe, should strive
to obtain as much time as they legally 
can in dealing with the resulting 
problems."
The letter to the Commission
asking repeal of segregation statute
on buses stated in part:
"It is well known all over the
world now that the U. S. Supreme
Court has affirmed the judgment
and decree of the Federal Panel in
Montgomery that the segregation of
passengers on local public carriers
because of race is a violation of the
U. S. Constitution, and must be
halted Neither should anyone be
under any illusion that this ruling
will be changed or otherwise construed, 
for it is most clearly expressed 
in Article XIV, Section I
of the Constitution: "No state shall
make or enforce any law which
abridge the privileges and immunities 
of citizens of the United States
...nor deny to any person within
Its Jurisdiction the equal protection
of the laws.'
"It is also clear that Invalidated

laws of the State cannot 
forced: and City laws of the 
purpose and intent become null and
un-enforceable. Thus, the Birmingham 
Statute on segreation on buses
and street cars is invalid, and
should, we feel, be immediately repealed 
by you at your next Commission 
meeting.
"There is no better time than
during this Christmas season, when
we are reminded of the fact that
the angels chanted from the unscaled 
heights, 'Glory to God in
the highest, and on earth Peace
and Goodwill toward men."
"We have no thought but that
you will immediately act in accordance 
with the laws of the land.
And we shall hope and pray that
only goodness and Justice will forever 
prevail in this blessed land
of ours."


by KELLEY ROOS

Connie Barton's suspicious were
aroused by her husband's clumsy excuses 
for his regular Wednesday
night absences She trailed Steve to
a private dance studio and then realized 
he was taking dancing lessons
as a pleasant surprise for her Keeping 
herself unnoticed. Connie watched
the door of the studio till Steve left.
and went in for a private word with
his teacher She found the instructor.
Anita Farrell sprawled on the floor
—sot dead. In the corpse's hand was
a paper silhouette of herself Confusd. 
Connie's first thought was to
cover up for Steve She grabbed the
silhouette and the appointed book
at the unattended reception desk outside 
and went home to confront Steve.
She had to believe his assertions of
his innocence.
Police promptly got the names of
all Miss Farrell's pupils and began
checking to identity the 7 p. m. Wednesday 
Steve his lesson time. Steve
said  o'clock Saturday From the
stolen appointed book Steve took
the lesson time of a Ralph Tolley
whom Bolling hasn't contacted vet.
Using the name Hester Frost, and
with a plan in mind to save Steve
Connie gets an interview with Oliver
Bell. the proprietor of the dance
school. She lands a teaching job.
"I don't actually remember this
Waltzer," said Mr. Bell. "But
when I interviewed him I accepted 
him as a normal human being
who sincerely wished to improve
his dancing, not as a monster
who was using my school to meet
attractive young women. Being
a most attractive young lady
yourself, I'm sure you appreciate
my desire to protect my teachers." 

"Oh, I do, Mr. Bell" I wondered 
if the monster was still
asleep or if he had started worrying 
about me. "Are the police
getting close to him?"
"Unfortunately, he had the cunning 
to steal Our engagement
book and none of the stall can
remember at the moment who
Miss Farrell s seven o'clock pupil
was. But the police are working
on our bookkeeping records and,
by a system of elimination, they
will soon figure out who it is."
"I hope so," I said, but unfervently. 

"This tragedy has naturally
thrown us into a turmoil. But
the police expect to cause us very
little inconvenience. They know
who the killer is, and it is simply
a matter of finding him. They
are anxious to have us go on here
as If nothing had happened. Now,
Hester ..."
"Yes, Mr. Bell?"
"I hope I have put your mind
at ease, because I am going to
ask you to do something at which
a person of less character might
balk."
"I'll try not to balk."
"I am anxious that our usual
schedule be interrupted as little
as possible. I want all my teachers 
to take their regular pupils.
Therefore I am asking you to
take Miss Farrell's place."
"Oh," I said. I tried riot to
sound pleased that I Kid accomplished 
my mission. So I said it
again, working in Just a touch of
distaste.
"Oh," I said.
"Does that upset you, my
dear? I believe that I can assure 
you that the Waltzer will
not return to the scene of his
crime."
"I'm not upset," I said.
We then discussed terms. That
is, Mr. Bell told me what my pay
was to be. He gave me some

fatherly advice, some professional
tips and a rather timid pat on
the back. He pressed a button
on his desk and in a moment the
door swung open. The reception.
ist said, "Yes, Mr. Bell?"
"Leone, this is Hester Frost.
Hester. Miss Leone Webb."
"How do you do, pleased to
meet you," we girls said to each
other.
"Leone," Bell said, "will you
help Hester to become acclimated? 
She is one of us now.
She's taking Anita Farrell's place.
Show her to Studio K and explain 
. . . well, everything,
please."
I saw the receptionist's shoulders 
stiffen and her head move
in protest, but Mr. Bell was already 
attacking a stack of correspondence. 
We had been dismissed. 
Leone Webb looked silently 
at him for a moment, then
beckoned to me. I followed her.
She led me to the locker room
and assigned me to a locker. She
was no small-talker; she was
brisk and efficient. She took me
through the reception room and
down the hall that led to the
door marked Studio K. She
pushed it open.
I closed my eyes for a second.
Yesterday these mirrored walls
had shown a thousand figures
crumpled on the shining floor,
had reflected a thousand blouses
growing crimson. Now they mirrored 
nothing but more mirrored
walls. The room was bare, cold
and impersonal.
I was suddenly cold, too, with
a seeping wave of fright. Perhaps 
I had been wrong to do this.
Perhaps I should have told Steve
my plan, so he wouldn't have let
me do it.
Leone said, "Is 'something
wrong?"
"No, It's nothing. I'm a little
nervous, about teaching."
"The first day is tough. After
that, you'll enjoy It, I'm sure."
She stepped past me through
the doorway, and moved quickly
across the studio. She stopped
before a row of small black dials.
Above them was a black grilled
loud speaker, below them, in a
niche, a telephone.
"The music is piped in here,"
she said. "This dial is for foxtrot, 
this is for rhumba, this for
waltz, this is for samba." She
touched another dial "You control 
the volume here. You understand?" 

"Yes," I said.
"The telephone is an Inside one
. . . it's connected to my desk.
If you should need any help, if
there's anything you want to
know about, call me. Don't hesitate, 
it's my Job to help you. All
right now?"
"All right," I said, "and
thanks."
She started for the door, then
turned back. "One more thing,
and please don't be offended. If
I were you, I'd tone down my lipstick 
a little. You look a bit too
provocative."
I doubted that, so I didn't
waste any time taking her advice.
I barely waited for her to close
the door before I started my Inspection 
of the studio. I looked
first for a concealed door, a
camouflaged window. Then I

searched for a crevice large
enough for an arm to rea
through, then for a hole lar
enough for a bulllet to enter.
Foot by foot, inch by inch.
went over the gleaming walls.
There was nothing. There was
no way for a murderer to enter
this place except through the studio's 
only door.
Once again I had proved conclusively 
to myself that only
Steve could have murdered Anita
Farrell.
Yet my new career began; I
was a teacher of the dance. But
I didn't let that interfere with
my mission at the school. While
I waltzed and fox-trotted, rhumtaed 
and sambaed, I delved into
the life of the late Anita Farrell.
Each of her ex-students was, of
course, full and overflowing with
the killing. They talked readily
about Anita, but it was just a
kind of macabre ode to the departed. 

"... what a girl, too bad."
"... that Waltzer, I'd sure like
to get my hands on him."
"... beautiful, exciting you
lady, remarkable person."
"... brother,' she had something." 

None of the gentlemen seemed
really to know anything about
her. Apparently Anita hadn't
discussed her private life during
business hours. None of these
students had got to know her
well but, for academic acquaintances, 
they certainly were a fan
club.
During my rest and lunch hour,
I neither lunched nor rested. I
tried to locate Steve by phone.
He wasn't at home. He had been
in and out of the office several
times, but nobody knew where he
was at the moment Hoping he
wasn't too worried about me, I
went back to the grind.
By late afternoon I was on the
ropes. At two I had had a two
hundred and fifty pound fox-trotter 
who was dancing to reduce.
It was I who did the reducing,
Then, in succession, I had two
young athletes who thought that
dancing was something you did
to win. I lost Rapidly I was becoming 
a stretcher case.
Then, while I was working on
my final pupil of the afternoon
session, an enthusiastic, cube
shaped pixie named Ed, I 
something that might turn 
be my first break. Ed 
short that the top of his pointed
little head tickled me under the
chin. He held me so tight that
my head was forced up and back
so that I was looking at the ceiling. 
It was uncomfortable, it was
painful... then, suddenly, it was
fine. It was, perhaps, the answer 
to my prayer.
In the center of the ceiling was
a three-foot square of grillwork.
It was evidently the ventilator
for this windowless room. I
couldn't see through the grill. I
couldn't see if there was space
enough above it for a person to
crouch, to aim a revolver, to
shoot a dancing teacher who
stood below. But it might be
possible; it had to be possible.
BUT IS it possible? Connie's
suspicious take a new turn in
tomorrow's exciting installment
of "The Blonde Died Dancing.

SYNOPSIS
by KELLEY ROOS

Connie Barton's suspicious were
aroused by her husband's clumsy excuses 
for his regular Wednesday
night absences She trailed Steve to
a private dance studio and then realized 
he was taking dancing lessons
as a pleasant surprise for her Keeping 
herself unnoticed. Connie watched
the door of the studio till Steve left.
and went in for a private word with
his teacher She found the instructor.
Anita Farrell sprawled on the floor
—sot dead. In the corpse's hand was
a paper silhouette of herself Confusd. 
Connie's first thought was to
cover up for Steve She grabbed the
silhouette and the appointed book
at the unattended reception desk outside 
and went home to confront Steve.
She had to believe his assertions of
his innocence.
Police promptly got the names of
all Miss Farrell's pupils and began
checking to identity the 7 p. m. Wednesday 
Steve his lesson time. Steve
said  o'clock Saturday From the
stolen appointed book Steve took
the lesson time of a Ralph Tolley
whom Bolling hasn't contacted vet.
Using the name Hester Frost, and
with a plan in mind to save Steve
Connie gets an interview with Oliver
Bell. the proprietor of the dance
school. She lands a teaching job.
"I don't actually remember this
Waltzer," said Mr. Bell. "But
when I interviewed him I accepted 
him as a normal human being
who sincerely wished to improve
his dancing, not as a monster
who was using my school to meet
attractive young women. Being
a most attractive young lady
yourself, I'm sure you appreciate
my desire to protect my teachers." 

"Oh, I do, Mr. Bell" I wondered 
if the monster was still
asleep or if he had started worrying 
about me. "Are the police
getting close to him?"
"Unfortunately, he had the cunning 
to steal Our engagement
book and none of the stall can
remember at the moment who
Miss Farrell s seven o'clock pupil
was. But the police are working
on our bookkeeping records and,
by a system of elimination, they
will soon figure out who it is."
"I hope so," I said, but unfervently. 

"This tragedy has naturally
thrown us into a turmoil. But
the police expect to cause us very
little inconvenience. They know
who the killer is, and it is simply
a matter of finding him. They
are anxious to have us go on here
as If nothing had happened. Now,
Hester ..."
"Yes, Mr. Bell?"
"I hope I have put your mind
at ease, because I am going to
ask you to do something at which
a person of less character might
balk."
"I'll try not to balk."
"I am anxious that our usual
schedule be interrupted as little
as possible. I want all my teachers 
to take their regular pupils.
Therefore I am asking you to
take Miss Farrell's place."
"Oh," I said. I tried riot to
sound pleased that I Kid accomplished 
my mission. So I said it
again, working in Just a touch of
distaste.
"Oh," I said.
"Does that upset you, my
dear? I believe that I can assure 
you that the Waltzer will
not return to the scene of his
crime."
"I'm not upset," I said.
We then discussed terms. That
is, Mr. Bell told me what my pay
was to be. He gave me some

fatherly advice, some professional
tips and a rather timid pat on
the back. He pressed a button
on his desk and in a moment the
door swung open. The reception.
ist said, "Yes, Mr. Bell?"
"Leone, this is Hester Frost.
Hester. Miss Leone Webb."
"How do you do, pleased to
meet you," we girls said to each
other.
"Leone," Bell said, "will you
help Hester to become acclimated? 
She is one of us now.
She's taking Anita Farrell's place.
Show her to Studio K and explain 
. . . well, everything,
please."
I saw the receptionist's shoulders 
stiffen and her head move
in protest, but Mr. Bell was already 
attacking a stack of correspondence. 
We had been dismissed. 
Leone Webb looked silently 
at him for a moment, then
beckoned to me. I followed her.
She led me to the locker room
and assigned me to a locker. She
was no small-talker; she was
brisk and efficient. She took me
through the reception room and
down the hall that led to the
door marked Studio K. She
pushed it open.
I closed my eyes for a second.
Yesterday these mirrored walls
had shown a thousand figures
crumpled on the shining floor,
had reflected a thousand blouses
growing crimson. Now they mirrored 
nothing but more mirrored
walls. The room was bare, cold
and impersonal.
I was suddenly cold, too, with
a seeping wave of fright. Perhaps 
I had been wrong to do this.
Perhaps I should have told Steve
my plan, so he wouldn't have let
me do it.
Leone said, "Is 'something
wrong?"
"No, It's nothing. I'm a little
nervous, about teaching."
"The first day is tough. After
that, you'll enjoy It, I'm sure."
She stepped past me through
the doorway, and moved quickly
across the studio. She stopped
before a row of small black dials.
Above them was a black grilled
loud speaker, below them, in a
niche, a telephone.
"The music is piped in here,"
she said. "This dial is for foxtrot, 
this is for rhumba, this for
waltz, this is for samba." She
touched another dial "You control 
the volume here. You understand?" 

"Yes," I said.
"The telephone is an Inside one
. . . it's connected to my desk.
If you should need any help, if
there's anything you want to
know about, call me. Don't hesitate, 
it's my Job to help you. All
right now?"
"All right," I said, "and
thanks."
She started for the door, then
turned back. "One more thing,
and please don't be offended. If
I were you, I'd tone down my lipstick 
a little. You look a bit too
provocative."
I doubted that, so I didn't
waste any time taking her advice.
I barely waited for her to close
the door before I started my Inspection 
of the studio. I looked
first for a concealed door, a
camouflaged window. Then I

searched for a crevice large
enough for an arm to rea
through, then for a hole lar
enough for a bulllet to enter.
Foot by foot, inch by inch.
went over the gleaming walls.
There was nothing. There was
no way for a murderer to enter
this place except through the studio's 
only door.
Once again I had proved conclusively 
to myself that only
Steve could have murdered Anita
Farrell.
Yet my new career began; I
was a teacher of the dance. But
I didn't let that interfere with
my mission at the school. While
I waltzed and fox-trotted, rhumtaed 
and sambaed, I delved into
the life of the late Anita Farrell.
Each of her ex-students was, of
course, full and overflowing with
the killing. They talked readily
about Anita, but it was just a
kind of macabre ode to the departed. 

"... what a girl, too bad."
"... that Waltzer, I'd sure like
to get my hands on him."
"... beautiful, exciting you
lady, remarkable person."
"... brother,' she had something." 

None of the gentlemen seemed
really to know anything about
her. Apparently Anita hadn't
discussed her private life during
business hours. None of these
students had got to know her
well but, for academic acquaintances, 
they certainly were a fan
club.
During my rest and lunch hour,
I neither lunched nor rested. I
tried to locate Steve by phone.
He wasn't at home. He had been
in and out of the office several
times, but nobody knew where he
was at the moment Hoping he
wasn't too worried about me, I
went back to the grind.
By late afternoon I was on the
ropes. At two I had had a two
hundred and fifty pound fox-trotter 
who was dancing to reduce.
It was I who did the reducing,
Then, in succession, I had two
young athletes who thought that
dancing was something you did
to win. I lost Rapidly I was becoming 
a stretcher case.
Then, while I was working on
my final pupil of the afternoon
session, an enthusiastic, cube
shaped pixie named Ed, I 
something that might turn 
be my first break. Ed 
short that the top of his pointed
little head tickled me under the
chin. He held me so tight that
my head was forced up and back
so that I was looking at the ceiling. 
It was uncomfortable, it was
painful... then, suddenly, it was
fine. It was, perhaps, the answer 
to my prayer.
In the center of the ceiling was
a three-foot square of grillwork.
It was evidently the ventilator
for this windowless room. I
couldn't see through the grill. I
couldn't see if there was space
enough above it for a person to
crouch, to aim a revolver, to
shoot a dancing teacher who
stood below. But it might be
possible; it had to be possible.
BUT IS it possible? Connie's
suspicious take a new turn in
tomorrow's exciting installment
of "The Blonde Died Dancing.

CHAPTER 8
by KELLEY ROOS

Connie Barton's suspicious were
aroused by her husband's clumsy excuses 
for his regular Wednesday
night absences She trailed Steve to
a private dance studio and then realized 
he was taking dancing lessons
as a pleasant surprise for her Keeping 
herself unnoticed. Connie watched
the door of the studio till Steve left.
and went in for a private word with
his teacher She found the instructor.
Anita Farrell sprawled on the floor
—sot dead. In the corpse's hand was
a paper silhouette of herself Confusd. 
Connie's first thought was to
cover up for Steve She grabbed the
silhouette and the appointed book
at the unattended reception desk outside 
and went home to confront Steve.
She had to believe his assertions of
his innocence.
Police promptly got the names of
all Miss Farrell's pupils and began
checking to identity the 7 p. m. Wednesday 
Steve his lesson time. Steve
said  o'clock Saturday From the
stolen appointed book Steve took
the lesson time of a Ralph Tolley
whom Bolling hasn't contacted vet.
Using the name Hester Frost, and
with a plan in mind to save Steve
Connie gets an interview with Oliver
Bell. the proprietor of the dance
school. She lands a teaching job.
"I don't actually remember this
Waltzer," said Mr. Bell. "But
when I interviewed him I accepted 
him as a normal human being
who sincerely wished to improve
his dancing, not as a monster
who was using my school to meet
attractive young women. Being
a most attractive young lady
yourself, I'm sure you appreciate
my desire to protect my teachers." 

"Oh, I do, Mr. Bell" I wondered 
if the monster was still
asleep or if he had started worrying 
about me. "Are the police
getting close to him?"
"Unfortunately, he had the cunning 
to steal Our engagement
book and none of the stall can
remember at the moment who
Miss Farrell s seven o'clock pupil
was. But the police are working
on our bookkeeping records and,
by a system of elimination, they
will soon figure out who it is."
"I hope so," I said, but unfervently. 

"This tragedy has naturally
thrown us into a turmoil. But
the police expect to cause us very
little inconvenience. They know
who the killer is, and it is simply
a matter of finding him. They
are anxious to have us go on here
as If nothing had happened. Now,
Hester ..."
"Yes, Mr. Bell?"
"I hope I have put your mind
at ease, because I am going to
ask you to do something at which
a person of less character might
balk."
"I'll try not to balk."
"I am anxious that our usual
schedule be interrupted as little
as possible. I want all my teachers 
to take their regular pupils.
Therefore I am asking you to
take Miss Farrell's place."
"Oh," I said. I tried riot to
sound pleased that I Kid accomplished 
my mission. So I said it
again, working in Just a touch of
distaste.
"Oh," I said.
"Does that upset you, my
dear? I believe that I can assure 
you that the Waltzer will
not return to the scene of his
crime."
"I'm not upset," I said.
We then discussed terms. That
is, Mr. Bell told me what my pay
was to be. He gave me some

fatherly advice, some professional
tips and a rather timid pat on
the back. He pressed a button
on his desk and in a moment the
door swung open. The reception.
ist said, "Yes, Mr. Bell?"
"Leone, this is Hester Frost.
Hester. Miss Leone Webb."
"How do you do, pleased to
meet you," we girls said to each
other.
"Leone," Bell said, "will you
help Hester to become acclimated? 
She is one of us now.
She's taking Anita Farrell's place.
Show her to Studio K and explain 
. . . well, everything,
please."
I saw the receptionist's shoulders 
stiffen and her head move
in protest, but Mr. Bell was already 
attacking a stack of correspondence. 
We had been dismissed. 
Leone Webb looked silently 
at him for a moment, then
beckoned to me. I followed her.
She led me to the locker room
and assigned me to a locker. She
was no small-talker; she was
brisk and efficient. She took me
through the reception room and
down the hall that led to the
door marked Studio K. She
pushed it open.
I closed my eyes for a second.
Yesterday these mirrored walls
had shown a thousand figures
crumpled on the shining floor,
had reflected a thousand blouses
growing crimson. Now they mirrored 
nothing but more mirrored
walls. The room was bare, cold
and impersonal.
I was suddenly cold, too, with
a seeping wave of fright. Perhaps 
I had been wrong to do this.
Perhaps I should have told Steve
my plan, so he wouldn't have let
me do it.
Leone said, "Is 'something
wrong?"
"No, It's nothing. I'm a little
nervous, about teaching."
"The first day is tough. After
that, you'll enjoy It, I'm sure."
She stepped past me through
the doorway, and moved quickly
across the studio. She stopped
before a row of small black dials.
Above them was a black grilled
loud speaker, below them, in a
niche, a telephone.
"The music is piped in here,"
she said. "This dial is for foxtrot, 
this is for rhumba, this for
waltz, this is for samba." She
touched another dial "You control 
the volume here. You understand?" 

"Yes," I said.
"The telephone is an Inside one
. . . it's connected to my desk.
If you should need any help, if
there's anything you want to
know about, call me. Don't hesitate, 
it's my Job to help you. All
right now?"
"All right," I said, "and
thanks."
She started for the door, then
turned back. "One more thing,
and please don't be offended. If
I were you, I'd tone down my lipstick 
a little. You look a bit too
provocative."
I doubted that, so I didn't
waste any time taking her advice.
I barely waited for her to close
the door before I started my Inspection 
of the studio. I looked
first for a concealed door, a
camouflaged window. Then I

searched for a crevice large
enough for an arm to rea
through, then for a hole lar
enough for a bulllet to enter.
Foot by foot, inch by inch.
went over the gleaming walls.
There was nothing. There was
no way for a murderer to enter
this place except through the studio's 
only door.
Once again I had proved conclusively 
to myself that only
Steve could have murdered Anita
Farrell.
Yet my new career began; I
was a teacher of the dance. But
I didn't let that interfere with
my mission at the school. While
I waltzed and fox-trotted, rhumtaed 
and sambaed, I delved into
the life of the late Anita Farrell.
Each of her ex-students was, of
course, full and overflowing with
the killing. They talked readily
about Anita, but it was just a
kind of macabre ode to the departed. 

"... what a girl, too bad."
"... that Waltzer, I'd sure like
to get my hands on him."
"... beautiful, exciting you
lady, remarkable person."
"... brother,' she had something." 

None of the gentlemen seemed
really to know anything about
her. Apparently Anita hadn't
discussed her private life during
business hours. None of these
students had got to know her
well but, for academic acquaintances, 
they certainly were a fan
club.
During my rest and lunch hour,
I neither lunched nor rested. I
tried to locate Steve by phone.
He wasn't at home. He had been
in and out of the office several
times, but nobody knew where he
was at the moment Hoping he
wasn't too worried about me, I
went back to the grind.
By late afternoon I was on the
ropes. At two I had had a two
hundred and fifty pound fox-trotter 
who was dancing to reduce.
It was I who did the reducing,
Then, in succession, I had two
young athletes who thought that
dancing was something you did
to win. I lost Rapidly I was becoming 
a stretcher case.
Then, while I was working on
my final pupil of the afternoon
session, an enthusiastic, cube
shaped pixie named Ed, I 
something that might turn 
be my first break. Ed 
short that the top of his pointed
little head tickled me under the
chin. He held me so tight that
my head was forced up and back
so that I was looking at the ceiling. 
It was uncomfortable, it was
painful... then, suddenly, it was
fine. It was, perhaps, the answer 
to my prayer.
In the center of the ceiling was
a three-foot square of grillwork.
It was evidently the ventilator
for this windowless room. I
couldn't see through the grill. I
couldn't see if there was space
enough above it for a person to
crouch, to aim a revolver, to
shoot a dancing teacher who
stood below. But it might be
possible; it had to be possible.
BUT IS it possible? Connie's
suspicious take a new turn in
tomorrow's exciting installment
of "The Blonde Died Dancing.

Attorney Walden In
Washington For
Civil Rights Meet
Attorney A. T. Walden left Atlanta 
Wednesday for a trip to
Washington, D. C. where he will
attend a meeting of the National
Demorcatic Committee, today.
Mr. Walden said the committee
would discuss the current civil
rights program. Meeting with Mr.
Walden will be Earl Brown of New
York and other top Democrats of
the country.
The Georgians, in addition to
sporting the best defensive average
in the country, are oaded with top
notch backfield men.
At quarterback, Dodd has Wade
Mitchell, a slick ball handler and
passer. The fact that Toppy Vann
will probably see much of the game
from the Tech bench is all that has
to be said in regard to Mitchell's
capabilities. Vann could probably
hold down the No. 1 signal caller's
job with any other club.
Dodd is knee deep in halfbacks.
too, with Paul Rotenberry, .Stan
Flowers, Johnnie Menger George
Volkert and Jimmy Thompson. The
fullback slot is manned by workehorse 
Ken Owen, while Dick

Mattieson backs him up All are
seniors.
But Pittsburgh cannot be lightly 
regarded. All-American left end
Joe Walton, on the receiving end
of quarterback Corny Salvaterra's
accurate passes, looms as a constant 
threat to Tech's defensive
back.
No less than 35 players — 19 from
Georgia Tech and 16 from Pittsburgh 
- will close out their college
careers as seniors.
The yellowjackets allowed a
meager 33 points in ten games during 
the regular season, tops in teh
nation. In addition, the longest
touchdown run made against the
Techsters this year was a scant
two yard effort.

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LONGER
HAIR
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8:30-9 — "Spiritual Sunbeams"
9-9:30 — "Southern Wonders"
9:30-11:00 — Rev I H. Gordon
11-11 05 — News
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1:30-3:00 — Rev. I H Gordon
3-3:05 — News
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4:55-5:00 — Prayer For Peace




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5 a.m.-7 — "Gospel Prince"
7 a.m.-8:30. — "Hunky Dory"
8:30-9 — "Spiritual Sunbeams"
9-9:30 — "Southern Wonders"
9:30-11:00 — Rev I H. Gordon
11-11 05 — News
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1:30-3:00 — Rev. I H Gordon
3-3:05 — News
3:05-4:55 — Cane Cole
4:55-5:00 — Prayer For Peace
5:00 — Sign Off
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7:30-8 — Southern Wonders
8-8:30 — Oral Roberts
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