Memphis World Memphis World Publishing Co. 1954-06-25 Mrs. Rosa Brown Bracy MEMPHIS WORLD AMERICAN'S STANDARD RACE JOURNAL The South's Oldest and Leading Colored Semi-Weekly Newspaper Published by MEMPHIS WORLD PUBLISHING CO. Every TUESDAY and FRIDAY at 164 BEALE — Phone 8-4030 Entered in the Post Office at Memphis, Tenn., as second-class mail under the Act of Congress, March 1, 1870 Member of SCOTT NEWSPAPER SYNDICATE W. A. Scott, II, Founder; C. A. Scott General Manager Mrs. Rosa Brown Bracy Acting Editor The MEMPHIS WORLD to an independent newspaper — non-sectarian and non-partisan, printing news unbiasedly and supporting those things it believes to be of interest to its readers and opposing those things against the interest of its readers. SUBSCRIPTION RATES: Year $5.00 — 6 Months $3.00 — 3 Months $1.50 (In Advance) The Assassination Of A Crime Fighter The bullets from the gun of a cowardly heartless, lowdown mobster have taken the life of Albert L. Patterson, of Phenix City, Democratic nominee for the office of Alabama attorney-general. He was shot and killed last Friday night by an unknown and uncaught assassin who shot him down in cold blood in Phenix City, Alabama's helltown. Mr. Patterson was a foe of the rat-like vice lords who have a terror-like grip on that river-side city. Here is a brazen challenge both to decency and to law enforcement. For Mr. Patterson was the symbol of those unsilenced forces of decency and justice under law and ethics. He actively opposed the racketeers in a city where too many either supported or ignored the corruption, political intrigue, and the social rot. He had been elected on an anti-vice platform in a campaign in which the opposition was strong. Something must be done this time rather than promises to rid Phenix City of its crime lords and gambling czars. Every weapon of law enforcement must be mobilized to drive the merchants of shame and crookedness out of business and to place the lawless element in jail. This can and must be done. The voices of decency must cry even louder and longer until they get a hearing, and action to wipe out this shameful intolerable and terrible cesspool of immorality, depravity, filth and vice. Without customers, this vice business could not thrive. Without civic indifference, it could not operate. Without protection in places sworn to uphold the law, it would not go unspotted and unchecked. There in lies the tragedy of Phenix City. The slaying of Mr. Patterson serves to dramatize the wickedness of that city. It should arouse to action the decent forces not only in Alabama but everywhere men have honor and respect for law and order. Should it do this, then the death of Mr. Patterson would have served the purpose of carrying his fight forward. Organized crime corrupts law enforcement. It builds a dictatorship of vice and wrong-doing. It is violent in its madness. Allowed to get away with this, new conquests will be sought. Phenix City, unless checked, will become either a gangster capital or hideout or playground. We are glad to see Gov. Gordon Persons moving into the fight and throwing the weight of his office and power into the campaign to run the racketeers out of town and place the violators where they belong. Our other law enforcement officials must do their full part and do it now. Nothing within the law should be spared in tracking down the killer and the plotters of murder. Decency and law enforcement car win the bottle of Phenix City. Our sympathy goes out to the family of this vice fighter. He stands as a martyr to a decent cause. The same type of assassin who killed him struck down Mr. and Mrs. Harry T. Moore, of Mims, Florida in the 1951 Christmas night bombing. Gangsters have tried bombing in Phenix City. The fight he led will pick up new strength. Bishop John H. Clayborn In the recent passing of Bishop John H. Clayborn, prelate of the AME Church over the states of Tennessee and Kentucky, the church, the race and the nation lose a colorful figure that will not soon be replaced. Bishop Clayborn belonged lo the old school of men who came along in the pioneer days when many problems confronted his people. Having been born and reared in the state of Arkansas, he saw much of the problems affecting the South. He put in a full day's work in every enterprise touching his people. In his ministry he was devoted and courageous. His preaching still rings among the hills of his native heath and in many sections of the country where he presided. For many years he was active in Republican politics, having attended several Republican National Conventions, and at the last session was one of its chaplains. He was both college president and editor; having served Shorter College as president and the Southern Christian Records as editor. He was elected one of the Bishops of the AME Church a decade ago and filled that office until the time of his death. It can well be said of him that he wrote a brilliant chapter in the annals of his church, his race and the nation. MEALTIME MELODIES! It's vacation time again. Each year more and more vacationers are enjoying the beautiful panorama of nature from their car windows. As more motorists take to the highways it is more important than ever that we signs that w heed the signs on the roads. There are other safety should observe too. They are thi signs of good health. Before climbing into your car for a long drive check yourself just as you check your automobile. How do you feel generally? Are you relaxed but alert? Nervous tension makes you tire easily: It causes you to become impatient and take chances that you otherwise wouldn't take while driving Cheek your eyes How do they respond to light? Doctors say that one out of every ten people suffers from night blindness. Test your eyes by stepping from a brightly lighted room into one that is dimly lighted. If your eyes do not adjust quickly, imagine what would happen if you were driving and met a car with bright lights. Night blindness is a warning that your diet is not adequate. It means your meals are deficient in vitamin A. The nutrient that is so important for the maintenance of body tissues and the eyes. Be safe by eating lots of foods that are rich in vitamin A. Check your menu daily to be sure that it includes green and yellow vegetables, yellow fruits and dairy products. Finicky summer appetites can cause your vacation trip to end in a tragedy. This may sound absurd, because no accident is reported caused by poor eating ha bits or night blindness. The reports usually read 'ran off the road' or 'collided with another vehicle.' But when you ask the driver what happened he will probably say 'an approaching car blinded me and I lost control.' That takes us back to night blindness and poor diets. Getting the proper amount of vitamin A and all other nutrients can be pleasant eating when you combine dairy products with meat, vegetables and fruit. For example, this cheese, spinach and noodle casserole tastes wonderful and it is just full of food value. You will want to keep it and add it to your collection of dairy recipes. 4 tablespoon butter 4 tablespoons flour 1 teaspoon salt 1-8 teaspoon pepper 2 cups milk 1-2 lb American Cheddar cheese, shredded 2 cups cooked noodles 2 cups cooked spinach, drained Make a cream sauce by melting butter in the top of double boiler over boiling water, adding flour, salt and pepper, stirring until smooth, and adding the milk and cooking until thickened and smooth. Add 3-4 cup of the cheese and stir until it is melted Arrange alternate layers of noodles, spinach and cheese sauce in a casserole. Sprinkle with the remaining cheese and bake in a moderate oven 350 degrees, 40 minutes. It serves 6. CHEESE SPINACH AND NOODLE CASSEROLE It's vacation time again. Each year more and more vacationers are enjoying the beautiful panorama of nature from their car windows. As more motorists take to the highways it is more important than ever that we signs that w heed the signs on the roads. There are other safety should observe too. They are thi signs of good health. Before climbing into your car for a long drive check yourself just as you check your automobile. How do you feel generally? Are you relaxed but alert? Nervous tension makes you tire easily: It causes you to become impatient and take chances that you otherwise wouldn't take while driving Cheek your eyes How do they respond to light? Doctors say that one out of every ten people suffers from night blindness. Test your eyes by stepping from a brightly lighted room into one that is dimly lighted. If your eyes do not adjust quickly, imagine what would happen if you were driving and met a car with bright lights. Night blindness is a warning that your diet is not adequate. It means your meals are deficient in vitamin A. The nutrient that is so important for the maintenance of body tissues and the eyes. Be safe by eating lots of foods that are rich in vitamin A. Check your menu daily to be sure that it includes green and yellow vegetables, yellow fruits and dairy products. Finicky summer appetites can cause your vacation trip to end in a tragedy. This may sound absurd, because no accident is reported caused by poor eating ha bits or night blindness. The reports usually read 'ran off the road' or 'collided with another vehicle.' But when you ask the driver what happened he will probably say 'an approaching car blinded me and I lost control.' That takes us back to night blindness and poor diets. Getting the proper amount of vitamin A and all other nutrients can be pleasant eating when you combine dairy products with meat, vegetables and fruit. For example, this cheese, spinach and noodle casserole tastes wonderful and it is just full of food value. You will want to keep it and add it to your collection of dairy recipes. 4 tablespoon butter 4 tablespoons flour 1 teaspoon salt 1-8 teaspoon pepper 2 cups milk 1-2 lb American Cheddar cheese, shredded 2 cups cooked noodles 2 cups cooked spinach, drained Make a cream sauce by melting butter in the top of double boiler over boiling water, adding flour, salt and pepper, stirring until smooth, and adding the milk and cooking until thickened and smooth. Add 3-4 cup of the cheese and stir until it is melted Arrange alternate layers of noodles, spinach and cheese sauce in a casserole. Sprinkle with the remaining cheese and bake in a moderate oven 350 degrees, 40 minutes. It serves 6. TEST DRIVERS' VISION Insisting that it is "preposterous to assume a driver's vision is the same at the age of 60 and 70 as it was when he got his first license as a young man." Dr. Samuel Brown, optometrist, declared that drivers should have to pass a vision test Letter To The Editor The Editor The Memphis World 164 Beale Avenue Memphis, Tennessee Dear Sir: The mass blood-testing survey that you obligingly publicized for so long elided June 12 after six very successful weeks. Nearly 29,000 specimens were taken, and approximately ten per cent of the tests were positive. A report giving statistics un actual diagnosis and treatment will be made at a later date. May I express the gratitude of the Health Department for the fine support that you gave us throughout the campaign. Very truly yours, L. M. Graves, M. D. Director Memphis and Shelby County Health Department. Health Dept. Thanks World For Coverage The Editor The Memphis World 164 Beale Avenue Memphis, Tennessee Dear Sir: The mass blood-testing survey that you obligingly publicized for so long elided June 12 after six very successful weeks. Nearly 29,000 specimens were taken, and approximately ten per cent of the tests were positive. A report giving statistics un actual diagnosis and treatment will be made at a later date. May I express the gratitude of the Health Department for the fine support that you gave us throughout the campaign. Very truly yours, L. M. Graves, M. D. Director Memphis and Shelby County Health Department. Lauds Memphis World For Objectiveness Dear Editor: May I take this opportunity to commend you and your staff for presenting us the true story of the rumors that have had the residents of the southside community, of which I am one, in a state of fear, especially the women, of being attacked by a "sex fiend maniac." During the past two weeks, my two daughters and myself have been afraid to leave our house after dark. I don't know how the rumors got started, but I do know I was afraid. Now that I've read your paper and read of what the police said, I remember that I never read about the "attacks" in the daily press or Negro press, with one exception, or heard anything about the "attacks" on the radio. The Negro press has been accused of being sensational and in many cases this charge is true, but, during the short while I have been living in Memphis as the wife of a Navy man stationed at Millington. I don't believe the charge is true in the case of your paper. May you continue, to be fair and truthful in your news. Mrs. Mary Alice Youngblood Writer Looks At The Value Of Sacrifice Dear Editor: It is true that we have, many of us, begged for what we needed and wanted must and spent our money for non essentials. That practice has been due to bad judgement and our failure to place values correctly not to mention the minimizing of self esteem. The term begging may be executed directly or indirectly it amounts to the surrender of character and all those other fine qualities which makes a full and robust life complete. We not only have begged from the whites too much but also from the Negroes and the funds of which are too often used to establish or promote an empty institution which gives its community nothing but takes all that it can for itself..... hence parasite. Aside from begging comes that selfishness which hurts the possessor worse than any person concerned. Such a person always continues to insist. "I want mine for me." That first person singular is forever in his mind. Along with all others there are the Bible quoters who do very little for the community other than quoting the Bible. They say and say it very emptily. "It is better to give than to receive," this is very true but like the ten commandments it is not practiced nor followed. Some years ago a survey was made of college graduates in the mid west; the main question was "Why are you being educated?. The majority answer was "service." Those students had been taught that then duty was to render service in their respective communities and that is why more advancement is made in those communities than has been made in other areas. If a careful analysis were made of students in Mid America at the present time and the same question was put I think the answer would be "We are being educated to make money" that would in my opinion be true with white and Negro students here. Money is not a true ideal and to build up money alone is not a realistic benefit to the community. It is the duty of everyone to do the greatest good for the greatest number and, hence, be able to live with our conscience with ease. This promotes and stabilizes a complete peace of mind. There is such a thing as rendering service to the community which is not needed. This type of service promotes nor produces anything for the community. It is the um total of human action which accounts for the status quo therefore the environment produces whatever the total action is. Too many in this area have concluded that whites will do this and Negroes will do that. Since people are fundamentally the same they usually do the same thing under the game or similar conditions or circumstances. There is a segment in this and in every other community which is satisfied with it as it is. This is because those in that segment are doing well. These are not Negroes nor whites but a "class" of people who not only think alike but whose desires are also alike—people whose interests are identical. It is time for sacrifice. Not to give what you have to others, but to refrain from seeking every advantage, foul or fair, for ones self. Since the Negro is placed in such a category, sacrifice will give his lot the improvement that it needs. Remember that there are others besides self. Charles H. Fisher Jr. Eva VanLeer of 205-A Canty Apt. The Doctor Disagrees By Elizabeth Seifert Copyright, 1953 by Elizabeth Seifert Distributed by King Features Syndicate THE girl, Myra, sat back in her armchair, and looked thoughtfully across at Shelly. "Come on," coaxed Shelly, getting to her feet. "There are four bedrooms upstairs that we never use, except for a rare guest. They are all furnished prettily, and they're clean." Myra again was weaving her finger baskets. "You're mighty kind, and understanding, maam," she said throatily. "I don't know what I expected of you, but I didn't think you'd understand so quick. I guess maybe I thought you'd argue me into going back to my own place and not being silly." "But you're not being silly, I feel sure." "In a way I am," said Myra. "I married Ike, knowin I'd have to traipse around — but yesterday — this trip he's on — it looks as if we'd be here in Norfolk for several more months, and — and — well, bein' alone tonight, I didn't think I could take it." "Come on," Shelly said, "in no time at all we'll have you snug in bed." The next day Craig charged into the office like a bull let out of the branding pen. It took a little time for Shelly and Miss Browne to comprehend what had happened. Somebody had been hurt at the plat— "Three whole days ago?" "Yes! Three days ago Four. A crane hook hit him on the head. Maybe he did get in the way! Must have, to be knocked down by the thing. But the man had been going about his job—even if he was on his way to the toilet, that was part of his routine!" All these statements were blurted out between answering the phone and getting the day's paper work in order. "I was sent for—took him to the hospital, and I've been caring for him there. And today I find that the plant's insurance company will not pay for his hospitalization—they do not consider hospitalization necessary for his case. "What's more, the adjuster knows ahead of time, he claims, just how long this man will be off from work! And they've settled for two and a half week's lost time compensation. The tool signed the papers. Everybody knows the company violated the law in making such a settlement, but they had the commission's consent." Yes, a bull from the branding pen. "I only hope that insurance chap knows better than I do how badly hurt the poor guy is!" All day Craig repeated that hope, dolefully, angrily, profanely It made for a tense, jumpy day in the office. Shelly went home very tired. Myra put her to bed. And at bedtime, Craig Talboy decided to take Donald for a long walk, to get himself out of his mood. It was a cold, blowy night. No show was on the ground, but frost glimmered on the sidewalks beneath the right posts, and the doctor's footsteps rang loudly on concrete. Not many people were about on toot. Cars passed irregularly along the residential streets. He turned one corner after another and presently decided that he might be lost; he had come to the dead end of a short street. "Cemetery, by Jove!" he said aloud, whistling Donald back! "You might enjoy a ramble in there," he admitted. "I'd not. I'm gloomy, but not that gloomy." Donald, in the manner of dogs, had thoroughly inspected each bush and tree on their walk; now he rechecked those on this short street — and ventured, with his master preoccupied, to cross over to see what wonders in the way of smells might he there on the other side. His excited barking snapped Craig to attention. "Come here!" He cried in exasperation. "How'd you get over ... Donald!" The well-trained dog did not obey; he continued to bark, and growl and even whimper. Craig went toward him, muttering, "Get yourself into a dog-fight..." He bent to seize the doge's plaid collar, then let his breath out in a gasp. "Oh, Jehoshaphat!" he said in a mixture of pity and protest. He'd had enough today. He didn't to find any woman dead under any bush! But he had found her and, being a doctor, he must see it she was dead. He threw a glance up at the yellow house beyond this bank of shrubbery. He told Donald to shut up, and got down on one knee. She'd rallen into the barberry bushes; they were crushed under her weight. She was in night clothes. Craig looked at his watch. Nine-thirty One slipper was off her bare foot. It was hard to tell —he shouldn't move her, perhaps, but he did, enough to get her out of the bush and its prickles. He felt her wrist, her breast, and then put his ear down... She was alive — just barely. He moved quickly them there were no lights in the yellow house, so he went to the one next door; hammered on the glass, spoke rapidly to the startled boy who came to the door. "I'm Dr. Talboy. There's been an accident. I want to phone.." He went into the hall and called the police, said to send an ambulance. "What's this street?" he asked the youth. "Curtis street, and be quick!" He slammed the phone down. "Thanks," he said to the boy. "Do you have a blanket handy? Where's your mother and father?" "They—they went to the show. But I can get you a blanket." he did, and followed the doctor who had gone back to the woman under the hedge next door "Why, it's Mrs. Lewis!" said the boy, watching the tall, strange man lift and wrap her. "Can't you —give her something?" he stammered in tright. Craig glanced up. "Not until I know what she's already taken." "Oh." "See, her month is burned—so it's acid of some sort. Milk might help, but she's unconscious." Craig shrugged. "Did you say she lived next door to you?" The boy glanced coward the dark-windowed yellow house. "Yes, sir." He swallowed and bent down to rub Donald's ears. "You've got a nice dog. She—she and Dr. Lewis were married about a month ago. Maybe six weeks..." He—spoke with difficulty, as if his throat too were burned with an acid. It was, thought Craig regretfully. The acid of being plunged at sixteen, into the ugliness of adult life. He let the boy talk; it would ease his tension. "She's lots younger than the doctor. His wife—his first wife—died last summer. Cancer, I think. She was sick a long time. And Dr. Lewis — this lady — she's nice. Pretty, and she always speaks so nice. My mother didn't think — well, you know, Dr. Lewis has a daughter about as old as.. Oh!" Headlights had swept blindingly into the little street, and no more talking was possible. The neighbors realized the commotion, and came out. Certain questions from the police had to be answered, but very quickly Craig had Mrs. Lewis on the stretcher and into the ambalance; he picked up Donald, stepped into the front seat beside the driver, and they were off. Mrs. Lewis did not die. But she had most certainly tried to kill herself. By the next morning she was conscious—just enough to talk to the doctor beside her bed to tell enough of her story so that Dr. Talboy put a nurse in charge of his patient and issued a blanket order that she was to have no visitors, not even her husband— especially not her husband! Craig had been in Norfolk for three months, and he supposed he had met all the doctors in town. Among them, he remembered Dr. Ervin Lewis. On first sight, he had not liked the man, nothing ever caused him to change his opinion. Lewis was a man of about fifty, with a little gray in his hair, and a habit of looking sidewise at a person rather than straight on. He had a soft, light voice, and a manner of immediate intimacy. Talking even to a strange man, he would put his and on that man's sleeve and draw close to him. He was not a good doctor Craig had decided that almost at once, too. For one thing, he was a follower and practitioner of the bacteriophage therapy lately become a matter of controversy in New England, and certainly not respecttably established in Missouri. Dr. Lewis, and his methods, made most doctors—doctors like Craig Talboy —wonder why they bothered with the gullible human race. Nevertheless, patients flocked to Dr. Lewis He—and they—were doing everything they could to make the County Hospital allow his treatment to be given to patients there. High and low championed the man, who was related it seemed to half the county Scarcely any long-time resident was not some sort of cousin to Ervin Lewis. CHAPTER FOURTEEN By Elizabeth Seifert Copyright, 1953 by Elizabeth Seifert Distributed by King Features Syndicate THE girl, Myra, sat back in her armchair, and looked thoughtfully across at Shelly. "Come on," coaxed Shelly, getting to her feet. "There are four bedrooms upstairs that we never use, except for a rare guest. They are all furnished prettily, and they're clean." Myra again was weaving her finger baskets. "You're mighty kind, and understanding, maam," she said throatily. "I don't know what I expected of you, but I didn't think you'd understand so quick. I guess maybe I thought you'd argue me into going back to my own place and not being silly." "But you're not being silly, I feel sure." "In a way I am," said Myra. "I married Ike, knowin I'd have to traipse around — but yesterday — this trip he's on — it looks as if we'd be here in Norfolk for several more months, and — and — well, bein' alone tonight, I didn't think I could take it." "Come on," Shelly said, "in no time at all we'll have you snug in bed." The next day Craig charged into the office like a bull let out of the branding pen. It took a little time for Shelly and Miss Browne to comprehend what had happened. Somebody had been hurt at the plat— "Three whole days ago?" "Yes! Three days ago Four. A crane hook hit him on the head. Maybe he did get in the way! Must have, to be knocked down by the thing. But the man had been going about his job—even if he was on his way to the toilet, that was part of his routine!" All these statements were blurted out between answering the phone and getting the day's paper work in order. "I was sent for—took him to the hospital, and I've been caring for him there. And today I find that the plant's insurance company will not pay for his hospitalization—they do not consider hospitalization necessary for his case. "What's more, the adjuster knows ahead of time, he claims, just how long this man will be off from work! And they've settled for two and a half week's lost time compensation. The tool signed the papers. Everybody knows the company violated the law in making such a settlement, but they had the commission's consent." Yes, a bull from the branding pen. "I only hope that insurance chap knows better than I do how badly hurt the poor guy is!" All day Craig repeated that hope, dolefully, angrily, profanely It made for a tense, jumpy day in the office. Shelly went home very tired. Myra put her to bed. And at bedtime, Craig Talboy decided to take Donald for a long walk, to get himself out of his mood. It was a cold, blowy night. No show was on the ground, but frost glimmered on the sidewalks beneath the right posts, and the doctor's footsteps rang loudly on concrete. Not many people were about on toot. Cars passed irregularly along the residential streets. He turned one corner after another and presently decided that he might be lost; he had come to the dead end of a short street. "Cemetery, by Jove!" he said aloud, whistling Donald back! "You might enjoy a ramble in there," he admitted. "I'd not. I'm gloomy, but not that gloomy." Donald, in the manner of dogs, had thoroughly inspected each bush and tree on their walk; now he rechecked those on this short street — and ventured, with his master preoccupied, to cross over to see what wonders in the way of smells might he there on the other side. His excited barking snapped Craig to attention. "Come here!" He cried in exasperation. "How'd you get over ... Donald!" The well-trained dog did not obey; he continued to bark, and growl and even whimper. Craig went toward him, muttering, "Get yourself into a dog-fight..." He bent to seize the doge's plaid collar, then let his breath out in a gasp. "Oh, Jehoshaphat!" he said in a mixture of pity and protest. He'd had enough today. He didn't to find any woman dead under any bush! But he had found her and, being a doctor, he must see it she was dead. He threw a glance up at the yellow house beyond this bank of shrubbery. He told Donald to shut up, and got down on one knee. She'd rallen into the barberry bushes; they were crushed under her weight. She was in night clothes. Craig looked at his watch. Nine-thirty One slipper was off her bare foot. It was hard to tell —he shouldn't move her, perhaps, but he did, enough to get her out of the bush and its prickles. He felt her wrist, her breast, and then put his ear down... She was alive — just barely. He moved quickly them there were no lights in the yellow house, so he went to the one next door; hammered on the glass, spoke rapidly to the startled boy who came to the door. "I'm Dr. Talboy. There's been an accident. I want to phone.." He went into the hall and called the police, said to send an ambulance. "What's this street?" he asked the youth. "Curtis street, and be quick!" He slammed the phone down. "Thanks," he said to the boy. "Do you have a blanket handy? Where's your mother and father?" "They—they went to the show. But I can get you a blanket." he did, and followed the doctor who had gone back to the woman under the hedge next door "Why, it's Mrs. Lewis!" said the boy, watching the tall, strange man lift and wrap her. "Can't you —give her something?" he stammered in tright. Craig glanced up. "Not until I know what she's already taken." "Oh." "See, her month is burned—so it's acid of some sort. Milk might help, but she's unconscious." Craig shrugged. "Did you say she lived next door to you?" The boy glanced coward the dark-windowed yellow house. "Yes, sir." He swallowed and bent down to rub Donald's ears. "You've got a nice dog. She—she and Dr. Lewis were married about a month ago. Maybe six weeks..." He—spoke with difficulty, as if his throat too were burned with an acid. It was, thought Craig regretfully. The acid of being plunged at sixteen, into the ugliness of adult life. He let the boy talk; it would ease his tension. "She's lots younger than the doctor. His wife—his first wife—died last summer. Cancer, I think. She was sick a long time. And Dr. Lewis — this lady — she's nice. Pretty, and she always speaks so nice. My mother didn't think — well, you know, Dr. Lewis has a daughter about as old as.. Oh!" Headlights had swept blindingly into the little street, and no more talking was possible. The neighbors realized the commotion, and came out. Certain questions from the police had to be answered, but very quickly Craig had Mrs. Lewis on the stretcher and into the ambalance; he picked up Donald, stepped into the front seat beside the driver, and they were off. Mrs. Lewis did not die. But she had most certainly tried to kill herself. By the next morning she was conscious—just enough to talk to the doctor beside her bed to tell enough of her story so that Dr. Talboy put a nurse in charge of his patient and issued a blanket order that she was to have no visitors, not even her husband— especially not her husband! Craig had been in Norfolk for three months, and he supposed he had met all the doctors in town. Among them, he remembered Dr. Ervin Lewis. On first sight, he had not liked the man, nothing ever caused him to change his opinion. Lewis was a man of about fifty, with a little gray in his hair, and a habit of looking sidewise at a person rather than straight on. He had a soft, light voice, and a manner of immediate intimacy. Talking even to a strange man, he would put his and on that man's sleeve and draw close to him. He was not a good doctor Craig had decided that almost at once, too. For one thing, he was a follower and practitioner of the bacteriophage therapy lately become a matter of controversy in New England, and certainly not respecttably established in Missouri. Dr. Lewis, and his methods, made most doctors—doctors like Craig Talboy —wonder why they bothered with the gullible human race. Nevertheless, patients flocked to Dr. Lewis He—and they—were doing everything they could to make the County Hospital allow his treatment to be given to patients there. High and low championed the man, who was related it seemed to half the county Scarcely any long-time resident was not some sort of cousin to Ervin Lewis. WORLD HEALTH FORUM By R. EARL BLAND, M. D. Any definite and severe pain can be danger signal, especially if it comes in later years to someone who has always been well. If a person has always been a complainer a new pain may not mean much. Constant indefinite aches that remain day and night for weeks or months or years usually arise in the brain and are due to nerve ousness, fatigue or worrisome thinking. Obviously, such longlasting aches cannot be due to a cancer or other serious lesions because then the patient would have become seriously ill long before. Pains or aches that come with a family row, or a great anxiety or sorrow are likely to be nervous in origin Severe pain in the chest that comes with exertion is likely to be due to heart trouble—If it comes with a stiff sore shoulder or a sore neck, it is likely to be due to arthritis or the related fibrositis. If it comes when the person bends over after a large meal, it may be due to a rupture in the diaphragm. Pain in the abdomen which has no relation to eating, moving of the bowels, passing gas or taking an enema is not likely to be arising in any part of the digestive tract. Similarly in the case of a woman, pain in the lower abdomen or pelvis, which has no relation to the menstrual cycle is probably not due to any disease in the ovaries or womb. Pain originating in a kidney will usually begin in one loin and then follow down the course of the ureter obliquely to the bladder and in men into the genitals. Pain due to a peptic ulcer comes usually when the man is hungry and it is relieved by eating or taking an acid-neutralizing drug. Pain in the gallbladder is likely to come at long intervals. It usually begins under the ribs to front on the right and runs up under the right shoulder blade. Often it is so severe that a doctor has to give an injection of morphine. People are usually mistaken when they assume that pain in the lower back is due to disease in the kidneys. Usually it is due to arthritis of the spine or to fibrositis in the muscles or the back When a severe and almost paralyzing pain coming suddenly in the lower back, goes down one sciatic nerve and makes the person limp or walk bent over, sideways leaning on a cane, the trouble may well be due to a slipping backward of one of the disc or peds which lie between the last two or three vertebrae. The slipped disc will be pressing on a nerve and it may have to be removed surgically. Dr. Bland will answer questions relating to health and hygiene in his column and by mail. He will not make diagnosis or prescribe for individual. Enclose stamped, self addressed envelop to: R. Earl Bland, M. D. The World Health Forum 164 Beale Avenue Memphis, Tennessee. NEW DAISY STARTS SUNDAY 3 BIG DAYS! THE MOST FABULOUS CHAPTER IN THE HISTORY OF THE WEST! "SOUTHWEST PASSAGE" A Thousand Miles Of Roaring Excitement! IN BY PATHECOLOR STARRING JOHN DEHNER GUINN (BIG BOY) WILLIAMS Directed by RAY MAZARRO · Screenplay by Harry Esser and Groffrey Homes · Story by An EDWARD SMALL Presentation · Released Thru United Artists. Funeral Director Under Observation S. W. Robinson, 1524 S. Mont gomery, funeral director of Southern Funeral Home, is under observation at Kennedy VA Hospital for a minor ailment. Mr. Robinson, a member of Parkway Gardens Presbyterian Church and secretary of Tau Iota Sigma graduate chapter of Phi Beta Sigma Fraternity, is the husband of Mrs. Minnie B. Robinson, secretary-clerk of the Memphis World Wedding Invitations 50 for $6.95 — 100 for $10.50 QUICK SERVICE Free Book With Order (Planning Your Wedding) Robert F. Jones 3221 Beale Ave. PALACE THEATRE BUILDING NOTES FROM MEXICO I hope that one day Negro archaeologists will come to this southernmost state of Mexico. I believe that if they will dog with the fervor of the aforementioned archaeologists, they will find the Negro buried amidst the ruins and this Negro will rise from the ashes like a Phoenix. Chiapas is in the tropics and abounds with vegetation and all sorts of animals, such as tigers, leopards, wild bears, monkeys, about 40 species of reptiles. Beautiful birds of many colors, fruits and flowers and beautiful orchids grow like weeds. Several historians have written that they believe that Chiapas "was the cradle of the human race." The origin of the people who first inhabited the area is shrouded in mystery. Many American writers have innocently or deliberately mistaken persons possessing Negro blood as Indians. Several years ago it was the custom in the United States if a Negro had some special talents —it was due to the influence of white blood which flowed through his veins. The Negro was kept ignorant of his brilliant historical past, but reminded repeatedly of his inferior position and of the unpleasant, progressive past. Also many writ take advantage of the fact that the color of the skin is not important in Mexico and they fail to mention it in the United States where the color of the skin is important. In fairness to Frances Toor, she has mentioned the Negro in Mexico in as many places in her book also T. Phillip Terry in his earlier editions, but the later ones of his books fail to make observations of the Negro. In a great many towns in this state you will find marimba players. This instrument which reminds one of a xylophone is said to be African in origin. Why do you find Indians in many places observing Negro customs? Why do the Indians dance "Los Negritos?" Who were the race of people who carved Negro heads, the statues of gorillas, which are only found in Africa? Why do they sing and dance the Sandunga? During the time of the Conquest, the Chipanecas climbed Sumidero Canyon, said to greater than the Grand Canyons of Colorado, and threw their children, wives and themselves into the swirling river below. They preferred death to Spanish rule. In this area there are more than 14 Indian tribes speaking as many languages or dialects. Near Palenque are ruins of a mystery city which cannot be seen from as close as 100 feet because of jungle growth. Maybe into this confusion of 14 tongues win come a Negro archaecologist seeking the answer to many questions about historical secrets. LET'S TRADE We Can Trade Even If You Owe on Your Present Car 36 MONTHS TO PAY CARS LISTED FOR TRADE ONLY WE TRADE FOR ANYTHING Open Evenings 'Til 9 LLOYD MOTOR COMPANY 234 Union 5-0458 Native Mine Workers In Rhodesia Get Help A new day is dawning for Negro copper mine workers in Northern Rhodesia. A pension plan was announced last week which will make some 40,000 minors eligible for long service pensions and paid annual leave. The plan goes into effect July 1. Purpose of the plan is to encourage long-service and reduce the rate of labor turnover. The pension plan provides for pensions of $148.00 a year for employes who reach the age of 50 and have completed 20 years of service. It increases to a maximum of 172.00 or about $200 after still longer service. Employes with 15 years' service will get invalid pensions. The Anglo-American Corporation of South Africa owns the mines. Hampton Faculty Member Joins Summer Red Cross Staff Sylvius S. Moore, a member of the faculty of the Physical Education Department of Hampton Institute and coach of the college's 1954 C. I. A. A. Championship Swimming Team, joined the staff Of the National Aquatic School on June 15, at Camp Pequot, on Gardner Lake, Colchester, Connecticut. 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