Memphis World
Memphis World Publishing Co.
1955-10-14
Raymond F. Tisby

MEMPHIS WORLD
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Remember: We Northerners Aren't Blameless

In the town of Sumner, Mississippi, United States of America,
a jury of 11 white men brought in a verdict of "not guilty" after
68 minutes in the jury room, freeing two other white men who
had been accused of murder.
A polio-crippled adolescent boy of 14 had been the murder
victim because, the prosecution charged, he had whistled at the
sight of a pretty young woman who entered a store. He was a
Negro, the woman was white. And that, in the code by which
members of the Mississippi jury live, was the unpardonable crime
— the assumption by a colored human being of equality with
white human beings.
... One of the defense attorneys who knew what manner of
men composed the jury expressed his confidence in an acquittal
during his summation.
"... every last Anglo-Saxon one of you has the courage 
to do it," he said. He was right.
A man of a different stripe was the special prosecutor, also
a Mississippi white man, who pleaded with the jury to consider
only the necessity for dispensing justice. He said:
"Gentlemen, we're on the defensive. Only so long as we can
preserve the rights of everybody — white or black — can we keep
our way of life. Once we get to the point where we deprive any
of our people of their rights we are all in danger. Emmett Till
down here in Mississippi was a citizen of the United States; he
was entitled to his life and his liberty."
Another white Mississippian with a conscience is William
Faulkner, the writer, who expressed his deep shame at the crime
committed in his home state.
The brutal murder of Negroes in the South is the extreme
manifestation of racial discrimination, but it is by no means the
only one.
Every restrictive covenant in a real estate agreement — written 
or unwritten — has a close kinship to lynching. Every resort
to the Negro stereotype in entertainment — characterization of
the Negro as a childish, happy-go-lucky, crap-shooting, razorwielding, 
immoral individual — also runs in the lynching family.
Every time a Negro is denied absolutely equal educational
or employment opportunities, every time he is forced into a slum
ghetto for denial of opportunity to live elsewhere, he is being
lynched a little bit.
And these more subtle forms of the lynching credo deposit
the shame of racial discrimination right onto our own doorsteps
— we who are white Northerners and who shudder at the
thought of murdering human beings because their skins are
darker than our own.
What are we going to do about it?
How are we going to convince the colored peoples of Asia
and Africa — a solid majority of the earth's population — that
racism is not part of the American way of life? How are we going
to win them to our side in the political competition with Communism 
for their support?
Certainly not by shrugging off what happened in Sumner,
Miss., last week, and what has happened far too often to colored
peoples in our country.
What, are YOU going to do about it?

TILL TRIAL AFTERMATH
Alonzo
Bradley, husband of Mandy Bradley, 
a witness in the Till case and
reportedly beaten by a group of
white men, said Thursday night
that "no one has laid a hand on
me."
But, be said, he was forced to
move from the plantation run by
Leslie Milam, brother and halfbrother 
of the two men found innocent 
of murdering Emmitt Louis
Till.
Bradley said Leslie Milam told
him "to move off the place," but no
violence was used.
Leslie Milam said after Bradley's
wife left and Bradley had no one
to cook for him, he stayed from the
plantation so much he could not
fulfill his contract to raise a cotton 
crop. He was asked to move.
Mr. Milam said.
CHICAGO— A Chicago Alderman
has proposed that City Council approve 
naming a city park after
Emmitt Louis Till.
Leon Despress, alderman for Chicago's 
heavily Negro populated Fifth
Ward, said Chicago should act to
demonstrate that Till's "Cruel murder 
was not condoned." Alderman
Despress is white.

DENIES BEATING
Alonzo
Bradley, husband of Mandy Bradley, 
a witness in the Till case and
reportedly beaten by a group of
white men, said Thursday night
that "no one has laid a hand on
me."
But, be said, he was forced to
move from the plantation run by
Leslie Milam, brother and halfbrother 
of the two men found innocent 
of murdering Emmitt Louis
Till.
Bradley said Leslie Milam told
him "to move off the place," but no
violence was used.
Leslie Milam said after Bradley's
wife left and Bradley had no one
to cook for him, he stayed from the
plantation so much he could not
fulfill his contract to raise a cotton 
crop. He was asked to move.
Mr. Milam said.
CHICAGO— A Chicago Alderman
has proposed that City Council approve 
naming a city park after
Emmitt Louis Till.
Leon Despress, alderman for Chicago's 
heavily Negro populated Fifth
Ward, said Chicago should act to
demonstrate that Till's "Cruel murder 
was not condoned." Alderman
Despress is white.

PROPOSE TILL PARK
Alonzo
Bradley, husband of Mandy Bradley, 
a witness in the Till case and
reportedly beaten by a group of
white men, said Thursday night
that "no one has laid a hand on
me."
But, be said, he was forced to
move from the plantation run by
Leslie Milam, brother and halfbrother 
of the two men found innocent 
of murdering Emmitt Louis
Till.
Bradley said Leslie Milam told
him "to move off the place," but no
violence was used.
Leslie Milam said after Bradley's
wife left and Bradley had no one
to cook for him, he stayed from the
plantation so much he could not
fulfill his contract to raise a cotton 
crop. He was asked to move.
Mr. Milam said.
CHICAGO— A Chicago Alderman
has proposed that City Council approve 
naming a city park after
Emmitt Louis Till.
Leon Despress, alderman for Chicago's 
heavily Negro populated Fifth
Ward, said Chicago should act to
demonstrate that Till's "Cruel murder 
was not condoned." Alderman
Despress is white.

CHURCH GROUP EXPRESSES
CONCERN OVER MISS. EVENTS
The general board
of the National Council of Churches
expressed "deep grief" Thursday
over what it called the recent "tragic 
events in Mississippi."
The board voted down a proposal 
to single, out the slaying if 14year-old 
Emmett of Chicago in its
resolution Likewise it defeated a

motion specifically asking condemnation 
of efforts to maintain segrenation. 
The resolution was passed
The board placed responsibility
for "violation of human personality
on racial grounds" on the entire
hation. The resolution was passed
at the close of a two-day quarterly
meeting.
The National Council represents
25 Protestant communions and five
Eastern Orthodox churches with a
membership of more than 35 million. 
The next quarterly session
will be held in Omaha, Nebraska,
November 30-December. 1.


Vanderbilt 
University announced plans to
establish a legal reporting service
in the field of race relations.
Chancellor Harvie Branscomb
said the service would collect legal
materials in the field of race relations, 
from which attorneys and
other persons may draw conclusions
to determine courses of action. The
service will be made available to

subscribers at a nominal cost.
Dean John W. Wade of the Vanderbilt 
Law School said the service
will be the legal counterpart of the
Southern School News, which has
been published here for more than
a year.
Officials said the legal reporting
service will be the first of its kind
in the Station and will be financed
by a $200,000 grant from the Fund
for the Republic Inc.

Ethiopia Gets
$24 Ken Loan
A $24,000000 
credit for Ethiopia was announced 
in Washington last week by the
Export-Import Bank of Washington 
to be used in the development
of commercial airfields and aviation
facilities in that country Some of
the money will also be used for the
purchase of aircraft for the use on
international routes and corgo
planes for runs within Ethiopia.

Capacity Crowd Attend

in the comma election, Henry Buck
and Stanley Dillard, both candidates 
for the commission on the
Overton slate, and Henry Loeb, independent 
candidate for the commission, 
appeared during the forum 
and made brief talks. Chamber 
president B. L. Hooks, presided. 


LETTERS TO THE

My Dear Sir:
I'm sending this bit of news to
you because I thought it would be
of interest for your paper. On Sunday 
night October 9, I had the pleasure 
of listening to a blind musician, 
who had lost his sight eight
years ago. He was formerly a trumpet 
player with Firms Newborn's
orchestra.
He is trying very hard under the
condition of being blind to stage
a comeback in the musical world.
He has been known widely through
out the Mid-South by many of our
music lovers and people have wondered 
what happened to this fellow, 
because after the great shock
of having lost his-sight, he laid
his trumpet down for eight years.
But by a friend of his encouraging 
him, he decided, to give it a try
once more. Now you see my Dear,
Editor, I think a writeup in the
paper will help to encourage this
young man to find his way back
to a more enjoyable life.
His name is Willie A. Warf, he
resides at 922 Jefferson Avenue,
Memphis (7) Tennessee. If you will,
let us try to help this man. Thank
you very much.
Yours, truly,
Mrs. EDNA STIGER

Dear Sir:
The most important problem
America faces today is the race
problem. If racial segregation is not
abolished in America she will be
headed toward destruction as
leader of nations. When Negroes
are persecuted and lynched and
when their constitutional rights are
violated Soviet Russia will tell the
world about it. She will print it in
newspapers find tell the world "they
preach democracy to you but look
how they treat their citizens." By
broadcasting such information, Russia 
wishes to make the world communistic. 

The Negro originally came from
a hot climate in Africa which was
a contributing factor in the color of
his skin and type of hair If the
white man would live down in Africa 
about 2000 years his skin would
be black and his hair would be like
wool. God created just one man and
one woman. So God created man in
His own image in the image of God
created He him; male and female
created He them—Genesis 1:27. Let
us notice that man was made in
the image and likeness of the Creator, 
and not in the image and likeness 
of any creature that was made
before him. God made but one man
and but on woman that all the
nations of men might know themselves 
to be made of one blood
Descendants from one common
stock and thereby that they might
be induced to love one another.
Signed,
T. D LEWIS

CITES COMEBACK
OF BUND MUSICIAN
My Dear Sir:
I'm sending this bit of news to
you because I thought it would be
of interest for your paper. On Sunday 
night October 9, I had the pleasure 
of listening to a blind musician, 
who had lost his sight eight
years ago. He was formerly a trumpet 
player with Firms Newborn's
orchestra.
He is trying very hard under the
condition of being blind to stage
a comeback in the musical world.
He has been known widely through
out the Mid-South by many of our
music lovers and people have wondered 
what happened to this fellow, 
because after the great shock
of having lost his-sight, he laid
his trumpet down for eight years.
But by a friend of his encouraging 
him, he decided, to give it a try
once more. Now you see my Dear,
Editor, I think a writeup in the
paper will help to encourage this
young man to find his way back
to a more enjoyable life.
His name is Willie A. Warf, he
resides at 922 Jefferson Avenue,
Memphis (7) Tennessee. If you will,
let us try to help this man. Thank
you very much.
Yours, truly,
Mrs. EDNA STIGER

Dear Sir:
The most important problem
America faces today is the race
problem. If racial segregation is not
abolished in America she will be
headed toward destruction as
leader of nations. When Negroes
are persecuted and lynched and
when their constitutional rights are
violated Soviet Russia will tell the
world about it. She will print it in
newspapers find tell the world "they
preach democracy to you but look
how they treat their citizens." By
broadcasting such information, Russia 
wishes to make the world communistic. 

The Negro originally came from
a hot climate in Africa which was
a contributing factor in the color of
his skin and type of hair If the
white man would live down in Africa 
about 2000 years his skin would
be black and his hair would be like
wool. God created just one man and
one woman. So God created man in
His own image in the image of God
created He him; male and female
created He them—Genesis 1:27. Let
us notice that man was made in
the image and likeness of the Creator, 
and not in the image and likeness 
of any creature that was made
before him. God made but one man
and but on woman that all the
nations of men might know themselves 
to be made of one blood
Descendants from one common
stock and thereby that they might
be induced to love one another.
Signed,
T. D LEWIS

Inhumanity
F. M. J. 9-22-55

Kentucky CIO

in employment in terms of race,
creed, and color. The council
adopted the civil rights resolution
at the closing session of a two-day
meeting here.
"We reassert now our firm intention 
to respect and to champion 
the rights of others as we do
to our own," the resolution said.
It added that group is "pleased
to take notice of steps now being
made in all sections of Kentucky to
implement the Supreme Court's
decision outlawing racial discrimination 
in the schools."

TO SAVE CRANES
The U. S. Fish and Wildlife Service 
has joined forces with Canada
in protesting an Air Force plan to
operate a bombing range near the
Texas wintering grounds of the almost 
extinct whooping cranes. They
are asking that some other site
should be found for the range or "a
crippling blow" would be dealt to
the birds now only 28 in number."
The birds nest in summer in the
wilds of Canada and migrate to the
Matagordo Island area of Texas for
the winter months.

THE AMERICAN WAY

—ANDREW JACKSON







Will Laziness, Disobedience
And Fear, Kill People?
There are so many people in the
present day sick. Doctors sometimes
aren't able to find out the nature
of the disease Here is the list most
of the patients suffer from Laziness; 
Disobedience, and Fear.
In this Atomic age, it is so easy
for most of us to become lazy from
modern conveniences, so we eat
richer arid better food and more
food: walk less, and sometimes
work and exercise less; which makes
an individual very sluggish, when
our caloric count is more than we.
use up.
That is why modern science is
making rapid survey in finding an
adequate, diet best suited to meet
the demand of each individual so
that to avoid people from getting

too fat, or too lean.
These noted professional men and
women are called dieticians. They
stress vitamins.
Sometimes laziness is from an
iron deficiency. So we must be on
the alert to eat the right kind of
food arid teach our children also.
Another cause of laziness is negligence. 
Know but just to hard-boiled 
to do. This is also under the
head of disobedience when we disobey 
God's law, we can't expect to
live. Yes our own conscience condemns 
us. Do you remember when
God called "Adam, where art thou?"
And he told him he was afraid?
So fear comes by abandoning God.
when we turn to the world and the
devil, we are swallowed up in death.
The gift of God is eternal life, and
the wages of sin is death.
So let us live, so that we can
hear the Blessed Master say. "Fear
Not Little Flock, it is your Father's
good will to give you the Kingdom."

UNFINISHED CRIME
In a ten n store on Fifth Avenue,
Kew York. Sara Dacre had unwittingly 
bought the Fire of India" ruby.
To dodge police, Moxon had ingeniously 
secreted this fabulous treasure
on the jewelry counter there, but before 
he could carry out his plan to retrieve 
it death claimed him. While
making this purchase Sarah Dacre unexpectedly 
met her neighbor. Gerry
Hone and had accompanied him to a
cafeteria, where in the milling crowd.
Hone somehow disappeared. A cat-like
Oriental man tried to be friendly with
Sarah in the cafeteria, and as she
walked home, a man with limping footsteps 
followed her Moxon had served
in the China Burma India theater of the
war and afterward had turned to criminal 
pursuits.
THE CAPTAIN didn't pull any
punches in declaring he was worried. 
"I have a report from the
next precinct on that man who
was knocked down by a car, just
as you came out of the 10-cent
store. He had a police record. His
name was Peter Moxon. He was a
veteran of the China-India-Burma
theater who went wrong after he
was demobilized. There may be
some connection."
"What did Moxon do?"
"When he went back to his job
in a Los Angeles bank, where he
Had worked before the war, he embezzled 
some money. It was a first
offense and the money was recovered, 
so he got a short sentence,
served two years, and then was
let out on probation arid vanished.
The California police have no idea
where he went or what he did.
They didn't even know he was in
New York until he was run down
ey that car and we identified his
body through his Army record."
Somehow those few short sentences 
brought the very odor of
the criminal world into the room.
Sara flinched. "But what has that
to do with Gerry's disappearance?"
"I don't know. Tonight I'll check
the hospitals and other precinct
stations. I'll get the home address
at that manager of the Automat,
and send a man to interview him
and pick up Gerry Hone's hat. If
Hone hasn't turned up at his home
or office by noon tomorrow you'd
better go to the missing persons
bureau. If it wasn't for Moxon I'd
say ... well, sometimes men do
just drop out of their regular lives
and disappear for some reason that
no one else knows about Most of
them do it quite suddenly, almost
on the spur of the moment, but,
unless they're crazy, they get hold
of some cash first. That's another
job for missing persons—checking
with Hone's bank to see if he drew
any large sums lately."
"Thank you, captain," Judith
rose. "Come on, Sara. We've done
all we can."
But Sara paused at the door.
"This man Moxon ... his death
really was an accident, wasn't it?"
Sanders' eye were opaque as
they met hers. How can we tell?

Our only hope is to trace the car
that ran him down. If it isn't a
simple case of hit and run, the
driver may have seen something."
It wasn't really cold in the street
outside, but Sara shivered uncontrollably 
in Her warm squirrel cape.
"What are you thinking about?"
demanded Judith.
"Nothing ...
"Lissen here, Mister Policeman,
they got it all wrong. The guy
didn't trip and he didn't jump. I
was right near him and somebody
shoved him. ... I know because
I seen him start and look back
over his shoulder the way you do
when someone shoves you from
behind. ..."
"You'd better have some supper
now," said Judith, practically.
"I'm not hungry. I might as well
go on to Aunt Caroline's."
As Sara turned toward Judith
the squirrel cape parted, swinging
freely from the shoulders, and
something flashed crimson in the
light of a street lamp.
Judith stood still. "Where on
earth did you get that?" She was
looking directly at Sara's throat.
"What?" Involuntarily Sara's
hand rose. Her finger tips met a
smooth round of glass, clasped by
tiny dragon claws.
"Oh, this!" Sara smiled ruefully"Do 
you think it's too garish? I
got it this afternoon in the 10-cent
store with Gerry."
Judith's mouth was a hard,
straight smear of cherry red; her
eyes, narrow and inimical. "Do you
expect anyone to believe that?"
"Why not? It was only 20
cents."
"Really?" Judith's thin lips
curled in derision. "I suppose you
won't admit he gave it to you."
"But he didn't!"
"You might have told me. I had
no idea things had gone that farWas 
it a family piece? His mother's 
or something?"
"I don't know what you're talking 
about."
To her amazement, Sara saw the
glitter of tears. Judith turned away
abruptly, as if she wanted to hide
her face. "Good night, Sara Dacre."
The words were thrown over her
shoulder as she strode on and her
voice was the voice of an implacable 
enemy.
There was no sign of a cab in
the dark street. Sara walked toward 
a lamppost at the next corner. 
Cross-town wind whipped her
hair about her face and snatched
at the hem of her thin silk skirt
impudently.
She stopped at the corner of
Park and 52nd. In this neighborhood, 
at this hour, she should hot
have to wait too long for a cruising 
cab.
The traffic light on Park turned
red and another pedestrian paused.
Her eyes on the street, searching
for an empty taxi she was un
aware 
of the step that halted be
side her. When he spoke, she was
as startled as if the lamppost itself 
had addressed her.
"Looking for a cab?"
His well-cut overcoat minimized
the heaviness of a middle-aged
figure, but there was a coarseness
in his broad, flat face that repelled
her. His colorless speech gave no
clue to birthplace or education, but
the tilt of his black Homburg sugigested 
the elderly raffishness of a
decaying sportsman or actor. Calm
assurance underlay his deference.
it was almost impossible to feel
that he was being officious or insolent 
Almost ...
His light eyes studied her face
just a little too intently for perfect
courtesy. "It's always embarrassing 
when two strangers stand on
the same corner trying to hail the
same cab. Perhaps you'll let me
find one for you and then I can
pick up another for myself. I—
Oh, there's one now! Just stopping
at that marquee in the next block."
"I don't See it."
"Here, Before he gets away.
Quick!"
His hand was at her elbow
guiding her toward the cross street.
All she could see near the marquee
was a private car—long, black,
heavy, with parking lights and no
one at the wheel.
She drew away from him with a
sudden, queer feeling of something
wrong. "I'm hot in that much of a
hurry."
"Taxi, lady?"
She hadn't heard the cab draw
gently in to the curb, but no voice
had ever been more welcome than
the driver's.
"Oh, yes!" She clawed the door
open and scrambled inside.
"East 87th." She panted a little
as she sat back in the wide, comfortable 
seat.
"I seen the whole thing," remarked 
the driver.
"What do, you mean?"
"I was just tuning into 52nd
from Madison when he first spoke
to you. He wasn't a friend, was
he?"
"No! I never saw him before in
my life!"
She stopped, for, suddenly, She
knew that wasn't true.
"East 87th?" repeated the
driver.
"Yes," She gave the number.
How safe she would feel once
Aunt Caroline's solid door closed
behind her.
But where had she seen that
broad face with the wide, heavy
jaw and pale, narrow eyes before?
Even as she made an effort to
snatch at the elusive memory, it
slid away, just beyond her mental
grasp, Waving her baffled and uneasy. 



SYNOPISIS
In a ten n store on Fifth Avenue,
Kew York. Sara Dacre had unwittingly 
bought the Fire of India" ruby.
To dodge police, Moxon had ingeniously 
secreted this fabulous treasure
on the jewelry counter there, but before 
he could carry out his plan to retrieve 
it death claimed him. While
making this purchase Sarah Dacre unexpectedly 
met her neighbor. Gerry
Hone and had accompanied him to a
cafeteria, where in the milling crowd.
Hone somehow disappeared. A cat-like
Oriental man tried to be friendly with
Sarah in the cafeteria, and as she
walked home, a man with limping footsteps 
followed her Moxon had served
in the China Burma India theater of the
war and afterward had turned to criminal 
pursuits.
THE CAPTAIN didn't pull any
punches in declaring he was worried. 
"I have a report from the
next precinct on that man who
was knocked down by a car, just
as you came out of the 10-cent
store. He had a police record. His
name was Peter Moxon. He was a
veteran of the China-India-Burma
theater who went wrong after he
was demobilized. There may be
some connection."
"What did Moxon do?"
"When he went back to his job
in a Los Angeles bank, where he
Had worked before the war, he embezzled 
some money. It was a first
offense and the money was recovered, 
so he got a short sentence,
served two years, and then was
let out on probation arid vanished.
The California police have no idea
where he went or what he did.
They didn't even know he was in
New York until he was run down
ey that car and we identified his
body through his Army record."
Somehow those few short sentences 
brought the very odor of
the criminal world into the room.
Sara flinched. "But what has that
to do with Gerry's disappearance?"
"I don't know. Tonight I'll check
the hospitals and other precinct
stations. I'll get the home address
at that manager of the Automat,
and send a man to interview him
and pick up Gerry Hone's hat. If
Hone hasn't turned up at his home
or office by noon tomorrow you'd
better go to the missing persons
bureau. If it wasn't for Moxon I'd
say ... well, sometimes men do
just drop out of their regular lives
and disappear for some reason that
no one else knows about Most of
them do it quite suddenly, almost
on the spur of the moment, but,
unless they're crazy, they get hold
of some cash first. That's another
job for missing persons—checking
with Hone's bank to see if he drew
any large sums lately."
"Thank you, captain," Judith
rose. "Come on, Sara. We've done
all we can."
But Sara paused at the door.
"This man Moxon ... his death
really was an accident, wasn't it?"
Sanders' eye were opaque as
they met hers. How can we tell?

Our only hope is to trace the car
that ran him down. If it isn't a
simple case of hit and run, the
driver may have seen something."
It wasn't really cold in the street
outside, but Sara shivered uncontrollably 
in Her warm squirrel cape.
"What are you thinking about?"
demanded Judith.
"Nothing ...
"Lissen here, Mister Policeman,
they got it all wrong. The guy
didn't trip and he didn't jump. I
was right near him and somebody
shoved him. ... I know because
I seen him start and look back
over his shoulder the way you do
when someone shoves you from
behind. ..."
"You'd better have some supper
now," said Judith, practically.
"I'm not hungry. I might as well
go on to Aunt Caroline's."
As Sara turned toward Judith
the squirrel cape parted, swinging
freely from the shoulders, and
something flashed crimson in the
light of a street lamp.
Judith stood still. "Where on
earth did you get that?" She was
looking directly at Sara's throat.
"What?" Involuntarily Sara's
hand rose. Her finger tips met a
smooth round of glass, clasped by
tiny dragon claws.
"Oh, this!" Sara smiled ruefully"Do 
you think it's too garish? I
got it this afternoon in the 10-cent
store with Gerry."
Judith's mouth was a hard,
straight smear of cherry red; her
eyes, narrow and inimical. "Do you
expect anyone to believe that?"
"Why not? It was only 20
cents."
"Really?" Judith's thin lips
curled in derision. "I suppose you
won't admit he gave it to you."
"But he didn't!"
"You might have told me. I had
no idea things had gone that farWas 
it a family piece? His mother's 
or something?"
"I don't know what you're talking 
about."
To her amazement, Sara saw the
glitter of tears. Judith turned away
abruptly, as if she wanted to hide
her face. "Good night, Sara Dacre."
The words were thrown over her
shoulder as she strode on and her
voice was the voice of an implacable 
enemy.
There was no sign of a cab in
the dark street. Sara walked toward 
a lamppost at the next corner. 
Cross-town wind whipped her
hair about her face and snatched
at the hem of her thin silk skirt
impudently.
She stopped at the corner of
Park and 52nd. In this neighborhood, 
at this hour, she should hot
have to wait too long for a cruising 
cab.
The traffic light on Park turned
red and another pedestrian paused.
Her eyes on the street, searching
for an empty taxi she was un
aware 
of the step that halted be
side her. When he spoke, she was
as startled as if the lamppost itself 
had addressed her.
"Looking for a cab?"
His well-cut overcoat minimized
the heaviness of a middle-aged
figure, but there was a coarseness
in his broad, flat face that repelled
her. His colorless speech gave no
clue to birthplace or education, but
the tilt of his black Homburg sugigested 
the elderly raffishness of a
decaying sportsman or actor. Calm
assurance underlay his deference.
it was almost impossible to feel
that he was being officious or insolent 
Almost ...
His light eyes studied her face
just a little too intently for perfect
courtesy. "It's always embarrassing 
when two strangers stand on
the same corner trying to hail the
same cab. Perhaps you'll let me
find one for you and then I can
pick up another for myself. I—
Oh, there's one now! Just stopping
at that marquee in the next block."
"I don't See it."
"Here, Before he gets away.
Quick!"
His hand was at her elbow
guiding her toward the cross street.
All she could see near the marquee
was a private car—long, black,
heavy, with parking lights and no
one at the wheel.
She drew away from him with a
sudden, queer feeling of something
wrong. "I'm hot in that much of a
hurry."
"Taxi, lady?"
She hadn't heard the cab draw
gently in to the curb, but no voice
had ever been more welcome than
the driver's.
"Oh, yes!" She clawed the door
open and scrambled inside.
"East 87th." She panted a little
as she sat back in the wide, comfortable 
seat.
"I seen the whole thing," remarked 
the driver.
"What do, you mean?"
"I was just tuning into 52nd
from Madison when he first spoke
to you. He wasn't a friend, was
he?"
"No! I never saw him before in
my life!"
She stopped, for, suddenly, She
knew that wasn't true.
"East 87th?" repeated the
driver.
"Yes," She gave the number.
How safe she would feel once
Aunt Caroline's solid door closed
behind her.
But where had she seen that
broad face with the wide, heavy
jaw and pale, narrow eyes before?
Even as she made an effort to
snatch at the elusive memory, it
slid away, just beyond her mental
grasp, Waving her baffled and uneasy. 



CHAPTER EIGHT
In a ten n store on Fifth Avenue,
Kew York. Sara Dacre had unwittingly 
bought the Fire of India" ruby.
To dodge police, Moxon had ingeniously 
secreted this fabulous treasure
on the jewelry counter there, but before 
he could carry out his plan to retrieve 
it death claimed him. While
making this purchase Sarah Dacre unexpectedly 
met her neighbor. Gerry
Hone and had accompanied him to a
cafeteria, where in the milling crowd.
Hone somehow disappeared. A cat-like
Oriental man tried to be friendly with
Sarah in the cafeteria, and as she
walked home, a man with limping footsteps 
followed her Moxon had served
in the China Burma India theater of the
war and afterward had turned to criminal 
pursuits.
THE CAPTAIN didn't pull any
punches in declaring he was worried. 
"I have a report from the
next precinct on that man who
was knocked down by a car, just
as you came out of the 10-cent
store. He had a police record. His
name was Peter Moxon. He was a
veteran of the China-India-Burma
theater who went wrong after he
was demobilized. There may be
some connection."
"What did Moxon do?"
"When he went back to his job
in a Los Angeles bank, where he
Had worked before the war, he embezzled 
some money. It was a first
offense and the money was recovered, 
so he got a short sentence,
served two years, and then was
let out on probation arid vanished.
The California police have no idea
where he went or what he did.
They didn't even know he was in
New York until he was run down
ey that car and we identified his
body through his Army record."
Somehow those few short sentences 
brought the very odor of
the criminal world into the room.
Sara flinched. "But what has that
to do with Gerry's disappearance?"
"I don't know. Tonight I'll check
the hospitals and other precinct
stations. I'll get the home address
at that manager of the Automat,
and send a man to interview him
and pick up Gerry Hone's hat. If
Hone hasn't turned up at his home
or office by noon tomorrow you'd
better go to the missing persons
bureau. If it wasn't for Moxon I'd
say ... well, sometimes men do
just drop out of their regular lives
and disappear for some reason that
no one else knows about Most of
them do it quite suddenly, almost
on the spur of the moment, but,
unless they're crazy, they get hold
of some cash first. That's another
job for missing persons—checking
with Hone's bank to see if he drew
any large sums lately."
"Thank you, captain," Judith
rose. "Come on, Sara. We've done
all we can."
But Sara paused at the door.
"This man Moxon ... his death
really was an accident, wasn't it?"
Sanders' eye were opaque as
they met hers. How can we tell?

Our only hope is to trace the car
that ran him down. If it isn't a
simple case of hit and run, the
driver may have seen something."
It wasn't really cold in the street
outside, but Sara shivered uncontrollably 
in Her warm squirrel cape.
"What are you thinking about?"
demanded Judith.
"Nothing ...
"Lissen here, Mister Policeman,
they got it all wrong. The guy
didn't trip and he didn't jump. I
was right near him and somebody
shoved him. ... I know because
I seen him start and look back
over his shoulder the way you do
when someone shoves you from
behind. ..."
"You'd better have some supper
now," said Judith, practically.
"I'm not hungry. I might as well
go on to Aunt Caroline's."
As Sara turned toward Judith
the squirrel cape parted, swinging
freely from the shoulders, and
something flashed crimson in the
light of a street lamp.
Judith stood still. "Where on
earth did you get that?" She was
looking directly at Sara's throat.
"What?" Involuntarily Sara's
hand rose. Her finger tips met a
smooth round of glass, clasped by
tiny dragon claws.
"Oh, this!" Sara smiled ruefully"Do 
you think it's too garish? I
got it this afternoon in the 10-cent
store with Gerry."
Judith's mouth was a hard,
straight smear of cherry red; her
eyes, narrow and inimical. "Do you
expect anyone to believe that?"
"Why not? It was only 20
cents."
"Really?" Judith's thin lips
curled in derision. "I suppose you
won't admit he gave it to you."
"But he didn't!"
"You might have told me. I had
no idea things had gone that farWas 
it a family piece? His mother's 
or something?"
"I don't know what you're talking 
about."
To her amazement, Sara saw the
glitter of tears. Judith turned away
abruptly, as if she wanted to hide
her face. "Good night, Sara Dacre."
The words were thrown over her
shoulder as she strode on and her
voice was the voice of an implacable 
enemy.
There was no sign of a cab in
the dark street. Sara walked toward 
a lamppost at the next corner. 
Cross-town wind whipped her
hair about her face and snatched
at the hem of her thin silk skirt
impudently.
She stopped at the corner of
Park and 52nd. In this neighborhood, 
at this hour, she should hot
have to wait too long for a cruising 
cab.
The traffic light on Park turned
red and another pedestrian paused.
Her eyes on the street, searching
for an empty taxi she was un
aware 
of the step that halted be
side her. When he spoke, she was
as startled as if the lamppost itself 
had addressed her.
"Looking for a cab?"
His well-cut overcoat minimized
the heaviness of a middle-aged
figure, but there was a coarseness
in his broad, flat face that repelled
her. His colorless speech gave no
clue to birthplace or education, but
the tilt of his black Homburg sugigested 
the elderly raffishness of a
decaying sportsman or actor. Calm
assurance underlay his deference.
it was almost impossible to feel
that he was being officious or insolent 
Almost ...
His light eyes studied her face
just a little too intently for perfect
courtesy. "It's always embarrassing 
when two strangers stand on
the same corner trying to hail the
same cab. Perhaps you'll let me
find one for you and then I can
pick up another for myself. I—
Oh, there's one now! Just stopping
at that marquee in the next block."
"I don't See it."
"Here, Before he gets away.
Quick!"
His hand was at her elbow
guiding her toward the cross street.
All she could see near the marquee
was a private car—long, black,
heavy, with parking lights and no
one at the wheel.
She drew away from him with a
sudden, queer feeling of something
wrong. "I'm hot in that much of a
hurry."
"Taxi, lady?"
She hadn't heard the cab draw
gently in to the curb, but no voice
had ever been more welcome than
the driver's.
"Oh, yes!" She clawed the door
open and scrambled inside.
"East 87th." She panted a little
as she sat back in the wide, comfortable 
seat.
"I seen the whole thing," remarked 
the driver.
"What do, you mean?"
"I was just tuning into 52nd
from Madison when he first spoke
to you. He wasn't a friend, was
he?"
"No! I never saw him before in
my life!"
She stopped, for, suddenly, She
knew that wasn't true.
"East 87th?" repeated the
driver.
"Yes," She gave the number.
How safe she would feel once
Aunt Caroline's solid door closed
behind her.
But where had she seen that
broad face with the wide, heavy
jaw and pale, narrow eyes before?
Even as she made an effort to
snatch at the elusive memory, it
slid away, just beyond her mental
grasp, Waving her baffled and uneasy. 



WINNERS IN CALF SCRAMBLE —
These six youngters 
were the fortunate winners in the annual
calf scramble, a top attraction on opening day
of the Colored Tri-State Fair, last Thursday, October 
6th, at the Mid-South Fair Grounds.
Shown here, from left, are Thomas Alston,
of Frazier High School, Covington; Freddie. L.

Maclin, Gailor High School, Mason; Otha Williams, 
of J. S. Phelix High School, Marianna,
Arkansas Harrell. Love, Childress High School
Wynne, Arkansas, George Griffin, of Hall Junior
High School, Coahoma County School, Mississippi; 
and Willie Washington Aggie High School,
Clarksdale, Miss.

May Force First Election
In 13 Years In Arkansas
Negroes 
in this tiny Arkansas community 
have indicated they will be
candidates for public office in November, 
thus forcing Alexander to
hold its first election since 1942.
The first word that Negro residents 
are planning such a course
came from W. H. Laubach, secretary 
of the Pulaski County Election 
Commission.
Laubach revealed that Thad D.
Williams, Little Rock attorney, has
asked for information regarding
procedure for filing for city offices
at Alexander. The Negro lawyer
confirmed this report but refused
to say in whose behalf he was acting. 

Alexander has not held an election 
since 1942. During that time,
Earl D. Miller, dairyman and farmer, 
has been mayor. He and other
city officials have remained in
office because no one else has
sought to replace them.
Most of the time we don't nave
enough qualified electors to get 25
together and surrender, our 50year-old 
charter," Miller said.
There are about 190 persons in the
town.
The mayor said he plans to see
about holding an election next
month for the offices of mayor,
five councilmen and town recorder 
the latter being the only salaried
official at $1.50 a month.
Miller said he believed the possibility 
of Negro candidates arose
from a dispute between the town
and several Negro residents over
the paving of Main Street.
"We worked out an arrangement
with the county to have Main

Street paved," the mayor said. "A
number of Negroes wanted the
town to pave their side streets. We
went ahead and paved Main State
because it needed it more."
Only 39 persons in Alexander are
qualified to vote. Poll tax record
list 10 of them as Negroes.

MEALTIME MELODIES!
BY LEODA GAMMON
Very soon Halloween will be here
again. According to Webster, Halloween 
is the evening preceeding
Allhallows, or All Saints Day; the
evening of October 31st. According
to all young folk and some adults,
Halloween is a-time of dragons,
goblins and spooks. Sometimes too,
a bit of harmful mischief is indulged, 
if there is a lack of whole
some fun provided.
Whether for teen-agers or others
young in spirit, a party for Halloween 
should be informal and gay.
A crooked neck squash makes a
fearsome dragon to hold appetizers
and picks. To make sure that your
dragon sets in an upright position
turn the crooked
neck squash so
that the neck extends 
out like a
chicken neck and
slice a layer off
the bottom. This
will make it sit
securely. The
dragon does not
breathe fire, but
flames from canned 
heat (sterno)
concealed in the body makes frank
roasting possible. Cut two holes in
the top side of the body, large
enough to hold two cans of sterno,
purchased from your drug store.
Remove the top and strike a match
to the sterno when you are ready
for the flame. Stuffed olive eyes,
tiny pickle hose and tale feathers
made of crisp bacon threaded on

picks add to the gruesome sight.
Jack-O-Lantern cookies add excitement 
too. Crisp refrigerator
cookies (ginger, nut or vanilla) are
covered with orange frosting. A
budding portratit painter could
came into his own painting face
with melted sweet chocolate and
tooth-pick.
Some good crisp nuts, hot chocolate 
with marshmallows or toasted
marshmallows, will go sumptou
with the toasted franks and buns
Be sure to have on hand long
handled forks on skewers for the
roasting of franks and toasting
marshmallows. Guests will join in
the fun of making the skewers
Simply have on hand a supply of
straight twigs about 18 inches long
and the size of a pencil, along
with knives for trimming one end
of the sticks enough so that franks
and marshmallows can be stuck on
easily.
A perfectly delicious Walkin Salad 
just can't be beat for the occasion. 
It too can be prepared by
the budding young geniuses in any
home. Select good eating apples
wash and core but do not peel
then fill the holes with a mixture
of peanut butter and raisins and
Your Walkin Salad is ready to
eaten while you and your guest
Walk or sit. Eat this all with orange
sherbert and your jack-O-lantern
cookies. Add to the food a gay
mood, simple games and costumer
and everyone at the party will
have a good, good time, even the
hostess!

Racial Discrimination In
Employment To Be Among Cases
At least four civil rights cases involving 
six persons were included among about 700 on docket to
be heard by the U. S. Supreme court during its fall term.
The four concerned Robert M. Dawson Jr., and R. Brook
Maxwell and Milton Lonesome, John Michel, Edgar Lambat, and
Amose Reece.
The trio of Dawson, Maxwell and
Lonesome contends that it is unconstitutional 
for Baltimore, Matyland 
to enforce "racial segregation
in the enjoyment of public beaches
and bathhouses maintained by the
public authorities of the State of
Maryland and the City of Baltimore
at or near that city."
In answer to their complaint the
mayor and the City Council claim
that there is no violation of the
14th amendment to the U. S. Constitution 
when public recreational
facilities are physically equal.
Michel and Lambat charge Louisiana 
with unfair jury, practices.
Michel asked the Supreme Court
to review his case on charges that
he had been denied equal protection
of the law under the 14th amendment. 
The petitioner was convicted
in 1935 and sentenced to death on a
charge of "aggravated rape on a
young white female" in the Parish
of Orleans Louisiana.
The case was appealed to the high
court on grounds "there were no
Negroes on the grand jury that indicted 
him." Michel maintains that
Negroes have "unlawfully and unconstitutionally 
been systematically
excluded from the jury in Lousiana
"since time immeasurable."
Lambat was also charged with
"aggravated rape" of a Helen Rajek, 
a white female in November,
1950, along with a Clifton Alton Poret. 

Lambat was arrested in New Orleans 
a few days after the date of
the alleged crime while his co-defendant. 
Poret, was not arrested until 
almost two years following the
supposed commission of the crime.
Both defendants were found.
guilty as charged in February, 1953.
The motion for a new trial was denied 
and in July, 1954, the Louisiana 
Supreme Court affirmed and
sustained the conviction and sentence 
of the trial court. An application 
for rehearing with the State
Supreme Court Was refused in Oct.
of last year.
A petition was then filed with the
Supreme Court of Louisiana for a
stay of execution in order that petitioner 
might file an application
for a Writ of Certiorari to the U. S.
Supreme Court The stoy of execution 
was granted on Oct. 8, 1954.
The case was brought to the Supreme 
Court last December with the
Argument that members of his race
had "systematically been excluded"
from the grand jury which indicted
him. Lambat further argued that

he had been arraigned without
counsel at the time he pleaded "no
guilty."

Hollywood Gives
Fabulous Welcome
To Lena Home
It was
something like homecoming for
Lena Rome last week when she
checked in on the old MGM home
lot to do some songs in the big
new musical, 'Meet Me In Las Ve
gas."
Lena had just flown into Holly
wood from Las Vegas and every
one on the lot who had an opportunity 
to meet and shake her
hand were eager to do so. That ineluded 
everybody—directors," musicians, 
costumers, designers, camera
men, electricians, and waitresses in
the studio cafeteria.
A great favorite, Lena seemed
better than ever, her voice richer
and fuller, her expressions more
natural, and her beauty as seductive 
as when she lured Rochester
away from Ethel Waters in "Cabin
on the Sky" back in 1942.
There is strong belief around
Hollywood that she will soon
under contract again at MGM.
And now for the other happenings 
on this lot and others.
"The Manassa Mauler," Jack
Dempsey, idol of the prize ring, has
been signed to play himself in
"Somebody Up There Likes Me,"
the biography of Rocky Graziano
Glenn Ford was the keynote speaker 
at the Santa Monica Bay district 
annual dinner for the Boy
Scouts troops in the area. Santa
Monica is Ford's home town.
Walter N. Reilly, for five years
executive assistant to Dore Schary,
MGM studio head, white continuing 
in his present capacity, will
assume expanded duties as associated 
producer of future Senary prouctions. 
His initial assignment
will be the "Red Car." dramatic
story of juvenile peril oh the high
pants and blouses leisure hours.
ways.
Like many of Hollywood's young
er actresses, Joan Collins, star of
the 20th Century Fox Cinema
Scope film. "The Girt in The Reveivet 
Swing," likes to wear Cap.

PASHIONS
It was
something like homecoming for
Lena Rome last week when she
checked in on the old MGM home
lot to do some songs in the big
new musical, 'Meet Me In Las Ve
gas."
Lena had just flown into Holly
wood from Las Vegas and every
one on the lot who had an opportunity 
to meet and shake her
hand were eager to do so. That ineluded 
everybody—directors," musicians, 
costumers, designers, camera
men, electricians, and waitresses in
the studio cafeteria.
A great favorite, Lena seemed
better than ever, her voice richer
and fuller, her expressions more
natural, and her beauty as seductive 
as when she lured Rochester
away from Ethel Waters in "Cabin
on the Sky" back in 1942.
There is strong belief around
Hollywood that she will soon
under contract again at MGM.
And now for the other happenings 
on this lot and others.
"The Manassa Mauler," Jack
Dempsey, idol of the prize ring, has
been signed to play himself in
"Somebody Up There Likes Me,"
the biography of Rocky Graziano
Glenn Ford was the keynote speaker 
at the Santa Monica Bay district 
annual dinner for the Boy
Scouts troops in the area. Santa
Monica is Ford's home town.
Walter N. Reilly, for five years
executive assistant to Dore Schary,
MGM studio head, white continuing 
in his present capacity, will
assume expanded duties as associated 
producer of future Senary prouctions. 
His initial assignment
will be the "Red Car." dramatic
story of juvenile peril oh the high
pants and blouses leisure hours.
ways.
Like many of Hollywood's young
er actresses, Joan Collins, star of
the 20th Century Fox Cinema
Scope film. "The Girt in The Reveivet 
Swing," likes to wear Cap.
The Central eleven made a total
of nine first downs while the Tigers 
racked eleven. Nine of the
Tiger first downs were on rushing
plays, one by passing, and two by
penalty. Four of Central's were
made by air attack and the ground
forces accounted for five. Lincoln
gained a total of 218 yards rushing
and lost 26. Central gained 35
yards rushing and lost 17.
Central totaled 32 yards in penalties, 
while the Missouri boys collected 
110 yards from Central for
foul play. Lincoln suffered two
fumbles, recovering one; while
Central lost three fumbles to Lincoln. 


SPORTS OF
THE WORLD
BY MARION E. JACKSON


Top journalism educators will
meet in Chicago, Nov. 4, to decide
if a study should be made of the
nation's press coverage of the 1956
presidential campaign. A grant
from Sigma Delta Chi's National
Committee on Ethics and News Objectivity, 
headed by Norman E.
Isaacs of the Louisville (Ky.) Times
will finance the study.

Nowadays, Negro coaches follow
the niche of Calvin Coolidge in the
tight-lipped, silent, brooding-face
pattern. Rarely do they inject a
note of color into their public utterances 
or flavor their field maneuvers 
with selling gimmicks.