Memphis World
Memphis World Publishing Co.
1953-06-05
James H. Purdy, Jr.

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Justice Must Be Blind
One of the fundamental principles upon which this Republic
rests is, trial by a jury of ones peers. The founding fathers stressed 
this all through the Constitution. The early colonists bitterly
resented the taking of persons accused of crime out of the country
to be tried; in that when it came to the courts, the strictest scrutiny
was observed that a citizen might not have any doubt as to the
fairness of his trial.
For many years, the colored race, especially in the South has
striven for justice in the courts. They have been content to fight
for their portion of fairness within the framework of the Constitution. 
Through the avenues afforded them, they have made some
progress in obtaining their objective.
We have known of instances where counsel appealed cases
because NEGROES WERE SYSTEMATICALLY EXCLUDED FROM THE
JURY LIST. Cases have been reversed on some of these contentions. 

In recent years there has been a protest about the method by
which jurors are chosen; the use of the pink sheet for colored taxpayers 
has served as an eradicator, and Negroes have been excluded 
from the jury lists.
The courts have ruled against this method of discrimination,
which in the main amounts to tampering with the machinery of
justice.
But, we come to a pass in which it is not only necessary to
see that Negroes are summoned for jury duty, but to see that they
"also serve."
The practice of using an index letter by the name of a Negro
juror or any indicator to identity to the person striking the jury
that a person is of the colored race is equally as pernicious as
eliminating them at the jury box.
Those who won the victory of outlawing the pink sheet, have
another handicap to overcome—the little index letter with a "C" in
parenthesis at the end of a Negro juror's name on the stencil copy
of the jury list sent to the various judges from which counsel
strikes the jury.
So that is that.

Ike Deserves A Fair Chance
Mrs. Jane Morrow Spaulding, assistant to the U. S. Department 
of Health, Education and Welfare, a position to which she
was appointed to by President Eisenhower, warned critics of his
administration not to be too impatient.
While there appears to be some carping on the slowness of
the GOP leader in organizing the government, Mrs. Spaulding
Warned against impatience "on the part of those who expect things
to change overnight." She spoke of the sincerity of the President
and his desire to do a real job for all the people."
Mrs. Spaulding's views are in line with that of Republicans
and Democrats. They realize the Chief Executive deserves a fair
chance.
Obviously, it is too early to fully determine the complete
course the GOP leadership is chartering for the country. Ike deserves 
a chance.

Tuskegee Institute's New President
Dr. Luther Hilton Foster, Jr., 40-year-old, Virginia-born educator 
has been elected president, of Tuskegee Institute. His elevation 
had been expected. The Tuskegee Board of Trustees announced 
last Saturday, May 30 that he had been unanimously elected to
succeed Dr. F. D. Patterson who resigned.
Eleven years of service at Tuskegee, a wonderful family background, 
a formidable array of academic degrees from three of the
best institutions, and sound knowledge of the fiscal problems of
Tuskegee Institute should equip Dr. Foster to lead this institution to
even greater heights and services than before. As fourth president 
of Tuskegee Institute, he has an immortal list of predecessors 
in Booker T. Washington, founder and first president; Dr. R. R.
Moton and Dr. Patterson.
In making the announcement of Mr. Foster's election, Board
Chairman Basil O'Connor said the trustees voiced "complete confidence 
in the ability of Dr. Foster to give. Tuskegee the continued
high-type leadership it has always had. "Such is good recommendation 
and should serve to win for Dr. Foster the solid support
he will need in guiding this great institution during the years
ahead.
Educational work in America is under constant challenge.
Today the challenge is more clamorous because of the swift changes, 
the tensions, scares and threats. Independent and church-related 
institutions are facing tough problems, financial and otherwise. 
But these things should serve only to give Dr. Foster's mind
and heart a chance to make a contribution to education.
Working under Dr. Patterson, the new and fourth Tuskegee
president has had the opportunity to learn from him. This contact
should prove to be of tremendous value. And it assures Tuskegee
of the experienced hands necessary for the institution not to suffer 
from the presidential switch.
The new president brings enough youth to give vigor, freshness, 
and creativeness to the pilotship and also presents the experience 
to blend soberness, balance and steadiness necessary to
make him a progressive, enlightened and forthright educational
leader. He could make himself the example and the symbol of
the better South on the scene rather than in the dream.
We know that Dr. Foster will have much counsel about what
Tuskegee needs; on how to run an institution of that kind and on
ways of handling problems emerging from the new thinking. We
do not care to deal in that area.
We congratulate Dr. Foster upon his achievement and wish
for him a successful administration. We believe that he will get
the support of the Tuskegee alumni and others interested in the
institution. He will need full support, the cooperation of faculty,
students, trustees and alumni in order to make good. Let us all
get behind the new President of Tuskegee institute and help him.

Random House To Publish New Novel By
The Author Of "Louisville Saturday"
Random House announces that it
has signed a contract with Lee Nichols, 
United Press Washington correspondent, 
for a book on the racial
integration program of the U. S.
armed forces, tentatively entitled
BREAK THROUGH ON THE COLOR 
FRONT. To be published in the
Fall 1953 — probably November
— the book deals with the remarkable 
progress the armed forces have
made in eliminating racial segregation 
in the military establishment;
what it means in terms of future
military efficiency as well as its
significance for the solution of race
problems in the nation as a whole;

and its impact on foreign relations.
Mr. Nichols has spent almost a
year of research on the book and
has interviewed nearly all top military 
officials involved in the military 
racial program, as well as visiting 
bases to see the program in action 
and examining official record
to which he has been given access.
BREAK THROUGH THE COLOR
FRONT will be the first complete
authentic story of one of the most
significant developments in modern
American history — a story which
hitherto has been kept under strictest 
wraps of military secrecy.
Lee Nichols, 38, has been a staff

writer in the Washington Bureau of
United Press Associations for 10
years.
"Spectacular" — "bawdy and tragic, 
sensitive and brutal"— "frank,
lucid and lusty" — "executed brilliantly" 
by "a new writer of perception 
and power" — this was the essence 
of the critical comment on
Margaret Long's first novel. Loulsville 
Saturday, published by Random 
House in 1950, which sold close
to 800,000 copies in the regular and
reprint editions.
On May 29th Random House will
publish Margaret Long's new novel,
AFFAIR OF THE HEART. It is a
thoroughly frank, mature treatment
of a contemporary and controversial
theme — the growth of liberalism in
the South in terms of white and
Negro relationships and in terms of
the power of Southern press to combat 
prejudice and intolerance. As
she tells the story of Carter Kelly,
a newspaperwoman who returns to
her native South after several years
in the North, Miss Long brings the
Southern liberal cause and the people 
who espouse it into true focus,
Played against this background, and
closely allied with the theme is
the love story of Carter and her estranged 
husband, Lorin.
Margaret Long herself is a Southerner 
who has worked on both Northern 
and Southern newspapers.

PUBLISH NEW NOVEL BY THE
AUTHOR OF LOUISVILLE SAT.
Random House announces that it
has signed a contract with Lee Nichols, 
United Press Washington correspondent, 
for a book on the racial
integration program of the U. S.
armed forces, tentatively entitled
BREAK THROUGH ON THE COLOR 
FRONT. To be published in the
Fall 1953 — probably November
— the book deals with the remarkable 
progress the armed forces have
made in eliminating racial segregation 
in the military establishment;
what it means in terms of future
military efficiency as well as its
significance for the solution of race
problems in the nation as a whole;

and its impact on foreign relations.
Mr. Nichols has spent almost a
year of research on the book and
has interviewed nearly all top military 
officials involved in the military 
racial program, as well as visiting 
bases to see the program in action 
and examining official record
to which he has been given access.
BREAK THROUGH THE COLOR
FRONT will be the first complete
authentic story of one of the most
significant developments in modern
American history — a story which
hitherto has been kept under strictest 
wraps of military secrecy.
Lee Nichols, 38, has been a staff

writer in the Washington Bureau of
United Press Associations for 10
years.
"Spectacular" — "bawdy and tragic, 
sensitive and brutal"— "frank,
lucid and lusty" — "executed brilliantly" 
by "a new writer of perception 
and power" — this was the essence 
of the critical comment on
Margaret Long's first novel. Loulsville 
Saturday, published by Random 
House in 1950, which sold close
to 800,000 copies in the regular and
reprint editions.
On May 29th Random House will
publish Margaret Long's new novel,
AFFAIR OF THE HEART. It is a
thoroughly frank, mature treatment
of a contemporary and controversial
theme — the growth of liberalism in
the South in terms of white and
Negro relationships and in terms of
the power of Southern press to combat 
prejudice and intolerance. As
she tells the story of Carter Kelly,
a newspaperwoman who returns to
her native South after several years
in the North, Miss Long brings the
Southern liberal cause and the people 
who espouse it into true focus,
Played against this background, and
closely allied with the theme is
the love story of Carter and her estranged 
husband, Lorin.
Margaret Long herself is a Southerner 
who has worked on both Northern 
and Southern newspapers.

Kelsey Attacks

dations in the assessment of rights."
"As believers in and practitioners
of democracy, we have abandoned
our own creed of individualism,"
he said, "and substituted for it various 
forms of groupism."
He observed that "to all practical
intents and purposes, Christians
have rejected the notion that God
is the source of human rights and
our relationship to Him the fundamental 
framework Within which
rights are exercised, and substituted 
idolized groups as the fundamental 
point of reference."
Dr. Kelsey declared that the fundamental 
unit in a democratic society 
is the individual, not the
group, and that "if a genuinely
Christian approach to human
rights is implemented in our country, 
it will only be so because we,
as Christians, insist that freedom
of faith include the right to live out
the demands of the gospel in all
the affairs of daily life."
Dr. Kelsey was addressing a
meeting arranged by the Department 
of Social Education and Action 
of the Church's Board of
Christian Education.

Dismissal

tion Association and his policies
have caused controversies during
the past four years.
The TEA is headed by George
Armstrong Texas millionaire, who
previously offered money to a small
Mississippi College which refused
the grant because of anti-Semitic
and anti-Negro views expressed by
the donor.
The resolution requesting the removal 
of Dr. Walter declared: "A
radical change in the personnel directing 
Piedmont College is essential 
" Signed by Demorest Mayor
John Boiling and Mayor Pro Tern
Frank Nelms, the resolution referred 
to past difficulties at the college. 

President Walter said the resolution 
resulted from personal bitterness 
against him by Mayor Pro
Tern Nelms.
This is just a way of protesting
the dismissal of two friends of Mr.
Nelms from the faculty," he asserted. 
He said he was referring to the
firing in February of Rev. Charles
O. Erickson, college chaplain, and
Richard Drake, Erickson's brotherin-law, 
for opposing his policies.
Dr. Walter said the resolution
which was sent to each member of
the college's board of trustees,
would not affect "my intention to
remain with the college."
Nelms said Wednesday the loss
of students, the great turnover of
faculty members and the resultant
bad publicity' for the scrool convinced 
the Demorest City Council
that "Walter must leave or we will
lose the college."
President Walter defended his
administration by saying the institution 
was in debt when he took
office and now was operating on
a balanced budget.
"Our enrollment is satisfactory,"
he added. "We now have 250 students 
despite a sharp drop in the
number of veterans attending college." 

He maintains that the TEA funds
which the college is still accepting,
has no strings attached. He charged 
that his opposition stems principally 
"from persons who have
done little or nothing to help the
college."

CHANGE ESSENTIAL

tion Association and his policies
have caused controversies during
the past four years.
The TEA is headed by George
Armstrong Texas millionaire, who
previously offered money to a small
Mississippi College which refused
the grant because of anti-Semitic
and anti-Negro views expressed by
the donor.
The resolution requesting the removal 
of Dr. Walter declared: "A
radical change in the personnel directing 
Piedmont College is essential 
" Signed by Demorest Mayor
John Boiling and Mayor Pro Tern
Frank Nelms, the resolution referred 
to past difficulties at the college. 

President Walter said the resolution 
resulted from personal bitterness 
against him by Mayor Pro
Tern Nelms.
This is just a way of protesting
the dismissal of two friends of Mr.
Nelms from the faculty," he asserted. 
He said he was referring to the
firing in February of Rev. Charles
O. Erickson, college chaplain, and
Richard Drake, Erickson's brotherin-law, 
for opposing his policies.
Dr. Walter said the resolution
which was sent to each member of
the college's board of trustees,
would not affect "my intention to
remain with the college."
Nelms said Wednesday the loss
of students, the great turnover of
faculty members and the resultant
bad publicity' for the scrool convinced 
the Demorest City Council
that "Walter must leave or we will
lose the college."
President Walter defended his
administration by saying the institution 
was in debt when he took
office and now was operating on
a balanced budget.
"Our enrollment is satisfactory,"
he added. "We now have 250 students 
despite a sharp drop in the
number of veterans attending college." 

He maintains that the TEA funds
which the college is still accepting,
has no strings attached. He charged 
that his opposition stems principally 
"from persons who have
done little or nothing to help the
college."

Gets 15 To 20
Yrs. For Death
Of Negro Wife
John
Chan, a native of Pakistan, was
sentenced to from 16 to 20 years
in the penitentiary Monday in connection 
with the fatal shooting of
his Negro wife in Augusta in November, 
1951.
Chan was convicted of voluntary
manslaughter in Richmond Superior 
Court. Judge Grocer C. Anderson 
imposed the sentence.
Chan, in an unsworn statement,
said he did not intend to shoot his
wife, but was shooting at t man
and hit her accidentally.
He was arrested recently by the
FBI in San Francisco after a
search which began in late 1945,
and returned to Augusta for trial.

JOY Street
By
FRANCES PARKINSON KEYES

Emily Thayer had long and eagerly
awaited Roger Field's marriage proposal 
and now on Christmas Eve in
her grandmother Forbes elegant drawing 
room on Boston's Beacon. Hill he
asks her to become his wife. Emily's
parents and her uncle. Homer Lathrop
who holds the family purse-strings.
had hoped she would choose a wealthy
husband. Only grandmother Forbes, a
favorable tyrant, seems pleased with the
alliance. Walking home that night.
Field discovers a fine old house for
sale on Joy Street. He yearns to acquire 
it for his bride but it is beyond
the means of a Roger and Emily are married 
amid Cathedral splendor, and at
the wedding reception she meets for
the first time, two of her husband's
close associates, genial David Solomont
and Brian Collins, a crude sort of fellow. 
Grandmother Forbes presents the
newlyweds with that coveted house on
Joy Street. Here Roger's very possrssive 
sister Caroline visits them and is
shocked when during Roger's absence.
David Solomont pops in to visit Emily
Returning home from his first important 
triumph in a court of law. Field is
ill and spent.
ROGER smiled ruefully as he
left Mr. Mills' office and strode
along the corridar to his own lastand-least 
door. Then he realized,
quite abruptly, that this was it.
His first jury case. His real opportunity. 
Better than Brad's. The
big chance. Well, he would show
them. He would show them all.
"Hello there! What are you
throwing out your chest for?
What's coming off? Anything special?" 
said David emerging from
the elevator.
"My first jury case.... This
afternoon, too. Got to catch a train
for Salem."
"Oh no, not that! Anything but
that, Rog. Not the Hart thing, is
it?"
Defiantly, and already fighting a
feeling of deflation, Roger nodded.
"So the Artful Dodger's at it
again. He's been called out of
town for some very important consultation, 
I'll, bet Wanted to go up
to Salem and argue this himself,
but simply had to meet this other
sudden appointment? Wasn't that
it?"
Again Roger nodded, his feeling
of deflation growing.
"Now he's dropping the hot potato 
in your lap.... Well, best of
luck. But don't take it to heart if
it goes against you. You've got
three and maybe four strikes on
you already."
The "exaltation" was entirely
gone long before David finished;
but Roger was still grimly determined 
to "show em" when he
reached the North Station, boarded 
the cinder-grimed local for
Salem. Then he buried himself in
the file, finding, the further he
went into it that he had more and
more cause for concern. But, as he
forced himself to study the faltering 
and inadequate list of payments, 
Roger caught what he
hoped was an inspiration and
scrawled a motion on ruled white
paper, hurriedly finishing a duplicate 
as the train slowed down at
his stop.

 opponent out of sight, with a
mounting sensation of triumph. He
was tar too excited to feel fatigue 
and, in spite of his long fast,
he was dot conscious of being
hungry. Though all the cards had
been stacked against him his first
desperate efforts at trying a case
nail not ended disastrously: even
David Salomont, even Roscoe Cutter 
self could not have stalled
more successfully than he had. His
nervousness, his lack of self-confidence, 
his sense of inferiority
were all gone. Novel again would
he feel intimidated by a nondescript 
jury; never again would
some small-town lawyer be able to
brow beat him. He had proved that
he could hold his own against any
and all of them. Of course, he
must still and Hart: but first he
would take time out to get to a
telephone and tell Emily.
Tell Emily? Tell her what? It
he had suddenly been Kicked in
the stomach by a mule, the sense
of shock would hardly have been
greater. He could tell her about
the jury trial, of course But he
would also have to tell her that
he was delayed in Salem, for: now
much longer he has no idea. He
 placed in jeopardy the Waltz
Evening.
He located a pay telephone in
the basement, secured some nickels
from a bored clerk, and called his
house. The answer was so immediate 
as to suggest that Emily
was already awaiting a call from
him. He swallowed hard.
"Hello, darling, I'm calling to
say that I'm in Salem on a jury
trial."
"At last! That's what you've
been hoping and hoping for, isn't
it?"
"Yes. And things have gone
pretty well, so tar—a lot better
than I expected. I'm feeling awfully 
good about that. The Hitch
is, I don't know just when I can
get home."
"You don't, mean you're afraid
you can't get here in time for
dinner? Roger, it's terribly important 
that you shouldn't do anything 
to offend Uncle Homer."
"I realize that. But this case
is still more important. The job
has to come first You know that,
don't you dear?"
There was no immediate answer. 
"Don't you? he presented.
"Yes I suppose so, but—"
"Listen, Emily, every minute we
spend talking is going to make
me that much later. You know
I'll get there it I possibly can.
Wish me luck. Good-by."
He hung up, looked in the telephone 
book for Hart's number and
dialed again. There was no answer 
and after a moment or two.
his nickel was returned. His feeling 
of triumph was gone now.
Suddenly he knew that he was inexpressibly 
empty and tired, that
he wanted food and drink and rest.
But he must keep on trying to lo
 
neither he
 any member of his family was
at home.
He hung the receiver and sat
still for a moment. He pulled
himself together and went out into
the street. A drizzly rain was
tailing and there was no taxi in
sight. Turning up the collar of
his coat and buttoning this more
closely around him, he walked to
the station, where he found that a
train had just left: so he paced up
ana down the platform until another 
came along, nearly an hour
later Then he climbed aboard and
sageeo into a seat utterly discouraged. 

He became aware that the local,
which had been lurching toward
Boston, was slowing down. Then
it stopped altogether. He rubbed
the window near him with his
hand, out could see no lights outside, 
except at a distance. Whistles
blew, first from the engine of his
train and then from another,
farther away. A brakeman, carrying 
a lantern, hurried through the
car ignoring the efforts made by
Roger and the other scattered passengers 
to question him. Roger sat
a few minutes, his concern growing, 
and finally went out on the
platform. At the foot of the steps
stood the brakeman.
"Better stay up" there, mister,"
he warned.
"Can't I get off?" begged Roger.
"No unless you want to get
wet."
"I don't mind getting a little
wet, it I can Just get home."
"Yeah, but you wouldn't get
home, and your widow might be
sorry."
"Why, what's the trouble?"
"Drawbridge stuck open. We're
on a trestle. Better go back in
and keep your shirt on, mister."
The lights grew dim, the car
turned cold, then the steam came
banging back on: but the little
train stood still over the tidal inlet
whose traffic, had indirectly balked
the railroad. Roger heard occasional 
shouts and saw an occasional 
lantern. At last the ancient
locomotive sighed, struggled, and
started across the draw, which
somehow had been wheedled back
into place, A few minutes later,
it bustled into Boston.
Roger stumbled down the steps,
hurried through the station concourse 
and climbed into a taxi,
which wove its way through the
maze of one-way streets on the
Hill till it deposited Roger before
his door He let himself in quietly,
kicked off his rubbers in the vestibule 
and flung down his hat and
coat on the nearest chair. It was
Emily's custom to leave a room
pleasantly lighted, even when they
went out therefore, it came as no
surprise to him to see that the
library was not in darkness. But
he was puzzled by the murmur of
voices. He pushed back the portieres 
and walked in.

Copyright. 1952. by Frances Parkinson Keves Distributed by King Features Syndicate.

SYNOPSIS
By
FRANCES PARKINSON KEYES

Emily Thayer had long and eagerly
awaited Roger Field's marriage proposal 
and now on Christmas Eve in
her grandmother Forbes elegant drawing 
room on Boston's Beacon. Hill he
asks her to become his wife. Emily's
parents and her uncle. Homer Lathrop
who holds the family purse-strings.
had hoped she would choose a wealthy
husband. Only grandmother Forbes, a
favorable tyrant, seems pleased with the
alliance. Walking home that night.
Field discovers a fine old house for
sale on Joy Street. He yearns to acquire 
it for his bride but it is beyond
the means of a Roger and Emily are married 
amid Cathedral splendor, and at
the wedding reception she meets for
the first time, two of her husband's
close associates, genial David Solomont
and Brian Collins, a crude sort of fellow. 
Grandmother Forbes presents the
newlyweds with that coveted house on
Joy Street. Here Roger's very possrssive 
sister Caroline visits them and is
shocked when during Roger's absence.
David Solomont pops in to visit Emily
Returning home from his first important 
triumph in a court of law. Field is
ill and spent.
ROGER smiled ruefully as he
left Mr. Mills' office and strode
along the corridar to his own lastand-least 
door. Then he realized,
quite abruptly, that this was it.
His first jury case. His real opportunity. 
Better than Brad's. The
big chance. Well, he would show
them. He would show them all.
"Hello there! What are you
throwing out your chest for?
What's coming off? Anything special?" 
said David emerging from
the elevator.
"My first jury case.... This
afternoon, too. Got to catch a train
for Salem."
"Oh no, not that! Anything but
that, Rog. Not the Hart thing, is
it?"
Defiantly, and already fighting a
feeling of deflation, Roger nodded.
"So the Artful Dodger's at it
again. He's been called out of
town for some very important consultation, 
I'll, bet Wanted to go up
to Salem and argue this himself,
but simply had to meet this other
sudden appointment? Wasn't that
it?"
Again Roger nodded, his feeling
of deflation growing.
"Now he's dropping the hot potato 
in your lap.... Well, best of
luck. But don't take it to heart if
it goes against you. You've got
three and maybe four strikes on
you already."
The "exaltation" was entirely
gone long before David finished;
but Roger was still grimly determined 
to "show em" when he
reached the North Station, boarded 
the cinder-grimed local for
Salem. Then he buried himself in
the file, finding, the further he
went into it that he had more and
more cause for concern. But, as he
forced himself to study the faltering 
and inadequate list of payments, 
Roger caught what he
hoped was an inspiration and
scrawled a motion on ruled white
paper, hurriedly finishing a duplicate 
as the train slowed down at
his stop.

 opponent out of sight, with a
mounting sensation of triumph. He
was tar too excited to feel fatigue 
and, in spite of his long fast,
he was dot conscious of being
hungry. Though all the cards had
been stacked against him his first
desperate efforts at trying a case
nail not ended disastrously: even
David Salomont, even Roscoe Cutter 
self could not have stalled
more successfully than he had. His
nervousness, his lack of self-confidence, 
his sense of inferiority
were all gone. Novel again would
he feel intimidated by a nondescript 
jury; never again would
some small-town lawyer be able to
brow beat him. He had proved that
he could hold his own against any
and all of them. Of course, he
must still and Hart: but first he
would take time out to get to a
telephone and tell Emily.
Tell Emily? Tell her what? It
he had suddenly been Kicked in
the stomach by a mule, the sense
of shock would hardly have been
greater. He could tell her about
the jury trial, of course But he
would also have to tell her that
he was delayed in Salem, for: now
much longer he has no idea. He
 placed in jeopardy the Waltz
Evening.
He located a pay telephone in
the basement, secured some nickels
from a bored clerk, and called his
house. The answer was so immediate 
as to suggest that Emily
was already awaiting a call from
him. He swallowed hard.
"Hello, darling, I'm calling to
say that I'm in Salem on a jury
trial."
"At last! That's what you've
been hoping and hoping for, isn't
it?"
"Yes. And things have gone
pretty well, so tar—a lot better
than I expected. I'm feeling awfully 
good about that. The Hitch
is, I don't know just when I can
get home."
"You don't, mean you're afraid
you can't get here in time for
dinner? Roger, it's terribly important 
that you shouldn't do anything 
to offend Uncle Homer."
"I realize that. But this case
is still more important. The job
has to come first You know that,
don't you dear?"
There was no immediate answer. 
"Don't you? he presented.
"Yes I suppose so, but—"
"Listen, Emily, every minute we
spend talking is going to make
me that much later. You know
I'll get there it I possibly can.
Wish me luck. Good-by."
He hung up, looked in the telephone 
book for Hart's number and
dialed again. There was no answer 
and after a moment or two.
his nickel was returned. His feeling 
of triumph was gone now.
Suddenly he knew that he was inexpressibly 
empty and tired, that
he wanted food and drink and rest.
But he must keep on trying to lo
 
neither he
 any member of his family was
at home.
He hung the receiver and sat
still for a moment. He pulled
himself together and went out into
the street. A drizzly rain was
tailing and there was no taxi in
sight. Turning up the collar of
his coat and buttoning this more
closely around him, he walked to
the station, where he found that a
train had just left: so he paced up
ana down the platform until another 
came along, nearly an hour
later Then he climbed aboard and
sageeo into a seat utterly discouraged. 

He became aware that the local,
which had been lurching toward
Boston, was slowing down. Then
it stopped altogether. He rubbed
the window near him with his
hand, out could see no lights outside, 
except at a distance. Whistles
blew, first from the engine of his
train and then from another,
farther away. A brakeman, carrying 
a lantern, hurried through the
car ignoring the efforts made by
Roger and the other scattered passengers 
to question him. Roger sat
a few minutes, his concern growing, 
and finally went out on the
platform. At the foot of the steps
stood the brakeman.
"Better stay up" there, mister,"
he warned.
"Can't I get off?" begged Roger.
"No unless you want to get
wet."
"I don't mind getting a little
wet, it I can Just get home."
"Yeah, but you wouldn't get
home, and your widow might be
sorry."
"Why, what's the trouble?"
"Drawbridge stuck open. We're
on a trestle. Better go back in
and keep your shirt on, mister."
The lights grew dim, the car
turned cold, then the steam came
banging back on: but the little
train stood still over the tidal inlet
whose traffic, had indirectly balked
the railroad. Roger heard occasional 
shouts and saw an occasional 
lantern. At last the ancient
locomotive sighed, struggled, and
started across the draw, which
somehow had been wheedled back
into place, A few minutes later,
it bustled into Boston.
Roger stumbled down the steps,
hurried through the station concourse 
and climbed into a taxi,
which wove its way through the
maze of one-way streets on the
Hill till it deposited Roger before
his door He let himself in quietly,
kicked off his rubbers in the vestibule 
and flung down his hat and
coat on the nearest chair. It was
Emily's custom to leave a room
pleasantly lighted, even when they
went out therefore, it came as no
surprise to him to see that the
library was not in darkness. But
he was puzzled by the murmur of
voices. He pushed back the portieres 
and walked in.

Copyright. 1952. by Frances Parkinson Keves Distributed by King Features Syndicate.

CHAPTER SIX
By
FRANCES PARKINSON KEYES

Emily Thayer had long and eagerly
awaited Roger Field's marriage proposal 
and now on Christmas Eve in
her grandmother Forbes elegant drawing 
room on Boston's Beacon. Hill he
asks her to become his wife. Emily's
parents and her uncle. Homer Lathrop
who holds the family purse-strings.
had hoped she would choose a wealthy
husband. Only grandmother Forbes, a
favorable tyrant, seems pleased with the
alliance. Walking home that night.
Field discovers a fine old house for
sale on Joy Street. He yearns to acquire 
it for his bride but it is beyond
the means of a Roger and Emily are married 
amid Cathedral splendor, and at
the wedding reception she meets for
the first time, two of her husband's
close associates, genial David Solomont
and Brian Collins, a crude sort of fellow. 
Grandmother Forbes presents the
newlyweds with that coveted house on
Joy Street. Here Roger's very possrssive 
sister Caroline visits them and is
shocked when during Roger's absence.
David Solomont pops in to visit Emily
Returning home from his first important 
triumph in a court of law. Field is
ill and spent.
ROGER smiled ruefully as he
left Mr. Mills' office and strode
along the corridar to his own lastand-least 
door. Then he realized,
quite abruptly, that this was it.
His first jury case. His real opportunity. 
Better than Brad's. The
big chance. Well, he would show
them. He would show them all.
"Hello there! What are you
throwing out your chest for?
What's coming off? Anything special?" 
said David emerging from
the elevator.
"My first jury case.... This
afternoon, too. Got to catch a train
for Salem."
"Oh no, not that! Anything but
that, Rog. Not the Hart thing, is
it?"
Defiantly, and already fighting a
feeling of deflation, Roger nodded.
"So the Artful Dodger's at it
again. He's been called out of
town for some very important consultation, 
I'll, bet Wanted to go up
to Salem and argue this himself,
but simply had to meet this other
sudden appointment? Wasn't that
it?"
Again Roger nodded, his feeling
of deflation growing.
"Now he's dropping the hot potato 
in your lap.... Well, best of
luck. But don't take it to heart if
it goes against you. You've got
three and maybe four strikes on
you already."
The "exaltation" was entirely
gone long before David finished;
but Roger was still grimly determined 
to "show em" when he
reached the North Station, boarded 
the cinder-grimed local for
Salem. Then he buried himself in
the file, finding, the further he
went into it that he had more and
more cause for concern. But, as he
forced himself to study the faltering 
and inadequate list of payments, 
Roger caught what he
hoped was an inspiration and
scrawled a motion on ruled white
paper, hurriedly finishing a duplicate 
as the train slowed down at
his stop.

 opponent out of sight, with a
mounting sensation of triumph. He
was tar too excited to feel fatigue 
and, in spite of his long fast,
he was dot conscious of being
hungry. Though all the cards had
been stacked against him his first
desperate efforts at trying a case
nail not ended disastrously: even
David Salomont, even Roscoe Cutter 
self could not have stalled
more successfully than he had. His
nervousness, his lack of self-confidence, 
his sense of inferiority
were all gone. Novel again would
he feel intimidated by a nondescript 
jury; never again would
some small-town lawyer be able to
brow beat him. He had proved that
he could hold his own against any
and all of them. Of course, he
must still and Hart: but first he
would take time out to get to a
telephone and tell Emily.
Tell Emily? Tell her what? It
he had suddenly been Kicked in
the stomach by a mule, the sense
of shock would hardly have been
greater. He could tell her about
the jury trial, of course But he
would also have to tell her that
he was delayed in Salem, for: now
much longer he has no idea. He
 placed in jeopardy the Waltz
Evening.
He located a pay telephone in
the basement, secured some nickels
from a bored clerk, and called his
house. The answer was so immediate 
as to suggest that Emily
was already awaiting a call from
him. He swallowed hard.
"Hello, darling, I'm calling to
say that I'm in Salem on a jury
trial."
"At last! That's what you've
been hoping and hoping for, isn't
it?"
"Yes. And things have gone
pretty well, so tar—a lot better
than I expected. I'm feeling awfully 
good about that. The Hitch
is, I don't know just when I can
get home."
"You don't, mean you're afraid
you can't get here in time for
dinner? Roger, it's terribly important 
that you shouldn't do anything 
to offend Uncle Homer."
"I realize that. But this case
is still more important. The job
has to come first You know that,
don't you dear?"
There was no immediate answer. 
"Don't you? he presented.
"Yes I suppose so, but—"
"Listen, Emily, every minute we
spend talking is going to make
me that much later. You know
I'll get there it I possibly can.
Wish me luck. Good-by."
He hung up, looked in the telephone 
book for Hart's number and
dialed again. There was no answer 
and after a moment or two.
his nickel was returned. His feeling 
of triumph was gone now.
Suddenly he knew that he was inexpressibly 
empty and tired, that
he wanted food and drink and rest.
But he must keep on trying to lo
 
neither he
 any member of his family was
at home.
He hung the receiver and sat
still for a moment. He pulled
himself together and went out into
the street. A drizzly rain was
tailing and there was no taxi in
sight. Turning up the collar of
his coat and buttoning this more
closely around him, he walked to
the station, where he found that a
train had just left: so he paced up
ana down the platform until another 
came along, nearly an hour
later Then he climbed aboard and
sageeo into a seat utterly discouraged. 

He became aware that the local,
which had been lurching toward
Boston, was slowing down. Then
it stopped altogether. He rubbed
the window near him with his
hand, out could see no lights outside, 
except at a distance. Whistles
blew, first from the engine of his
train and then from another,
farther away. A brakeman, carrying 
a lantern, hurried through the
car ignoring the efforts made by
Roger and the other scattered passengers 
to question him. Roger sat
a few minutes, his concern growing, 
and finally went out on the
platform. At the foot of the steps
stood the brakeman.
"Better stay up" there, mister,"
he warned.
"Can't I get off?" begged Roger.
"No unless you want to get
wet."
"I don't mind getting a little
wet, it I can Just get home."
"Yeah, but you wouldn't get
home, and your widow might be
sorry."
"Why, what's the trouble?"
"Drawbridge stuck open. We're
on a trestle. Better go back in
and keep your shirt on, mister."
The lights grew dim, the car
turned cold, then the steam came
banging back on: but the little
train stood still over the tidal inlet
whose traffic, had indirectly balked
the railroad. Roger heard occasional 
shouts and saw an occasional 
lantern. At last the ancient
locomotive sighed, struggled, and
started across the draw, which
somehow had been wheedled back
into place, A few minutes later,
it bustled into Boston.
Roger stumbled down the steps,
hurried through the station concourse 
and climbed into a taxi,
which wove its way through the
maze of one-way streets on the
Hill till it deposited Roger before
his door He let himself in quietly,
kicked off his rubbers in the vestibule 
and flung down his hat and
coat on the nearest chair. It was
Emily's custom to leave a room
pleasantly lighted, even when they
went out therefore, it came as no
surprise to him to see that the
library was not in darkness. But
he was puzzled by the murmur of
voices. He pushed back the portieres 
and walked in.

Copyright. 1952. by Frances Parkinson Keves Distributed by King Features Syndicate.

MEALTIME MELODIES!
By GRACE WATSON
I shall never cease to marvel at
the wonders of Mother Natur! Did
you ever stop to think how various
foods are in abundance just when
we need them most? Ole sol is beginning 
to bear down upon us with
terrific intensity, out throats are
incessantly dry, but it's Mother Nature 
to the rescue with a large supply 
of milk.
Cool refreshing drinks are a necessity 
during hot
summer days. But
they can also be
detrimental to
your health if
they aren't selected 
wisely a n d
with discrimination, 
Before consuming 
large
quantities of any
beverage, ask
yourself these
this drink serve

any function in my body other than
satisfying my immediate thirst? is
it or any of its ingredients listed
among the basic seven foods? If
you can answer 'Yes" to these two
questions, then have no fears that
you are creating your body of needed 
nourishment end spending your
food dollar foolishly.
Milk and Ice Cream make good
hot weather beverage - but when
combined they form a combination
that you may call best drinks.
Milk is a very delicate food, its
vitamins are so Measly destroyed,
and the composition of this food
changes with the slightest variation 
in handling. So, here are a few
words of precaution: put your milk
in the refrigerator as soon as possible 
after it is delivered; especially,
if your milk is set where the sun
Shines on it. The sun not only
warms it faster, it also kills One of
the vitamins in milk.
Another pointer for keeping sweet
milk sweet is: don't pour milk or

cream back into the bottle. The
bottle (or carton) was sterilized
and milk will keep sweet there
longer than any place else. Milk
or cream that has been poured into
glass or pitchers has been exposed
to other bacteria. The bacteria are
the villanous culprits that sour your
milk.
If you get you milk at the store,
do rush home with it and get it into 
the refrigerator. Setting in a
hot car while you shop else where
or visit friends will ruin the disposition 
of the sweetest milk.
By the way, I've ust realized how
warm and thirsty I am I'm going
to have a chocolate milk shakeone 
of Mother Nature's best refreshers 
- Won't you have one with
me?
3 cups milk
6 tablespoons chocolate syrup
3 large servings of ice cream
Combine all Ingredients and shake
in a shaker or beat with a rotary
beater. Top with ice cream and
serve. Serves 2 to 3.

JUNE IS DAIRY MONTH
By GRACE WATSON
I shall never cease to marvel at
the wonders of Mother Natur! Did
you ever stop to think how various
foods are in abundance just when
we need them most? Ole sol is beginning 
to bear down upon us with
terrific intensity, out throats are
incessantly dry, but it's Mother Nature 
to the rescue with a large supply 
of milk.
Cool refreshing drinks are a necessity 
during hot
summer days. But
they can also be
detrimental to
your health if
they aren't selected 
wisely a n d
with discrimination, 
Before consuming 
large
quantities of any
beverage, ask
yourself these
this drink serve

any function in my body other than
satisfying my immediate thirst? is
it or any of its ingredients listed
among the basic seven foods? If
you can answer 'Yes" to these two
questions, then have no fears that
you are creating your body of needed 
nourishment end spending your
food dollar foolishly.
Milk and Ice Cream make good
hot weather beverage - but when
combined they form a combination
that you may call best drinks.
Milk is a very delicate food, its
vitamins are so Measly destroyed,
and the composition of this food
changes with the slightest variation 
in handling. So, here are a few
words of precaution: put your milk
in the refrigerator as soon as possible 
after it is delivered; especially,
if your milk is set where the sun
Shines on it. The sun not only
warms it faster, it also kills One of
the vitamins in milk.
Another pointer for keeping sweet
milk sweet is: don't pour milk or

cream back into the bottle. The
bottle (or carton) was sterilized
and milk will keep sweet there
longer than any place else. Milk
or cream that has been poured into
glass or pitchers has been exposed
to other bacteria. The bacteria are
the villanous culprits that sour your
milk.
If you get you milk at the store,
do rush home with it and get it into 
the refrigerator. Setting in a
hot car while you shop else where
or visit friends will ruin the disposition 
of the sweetest milk.
By the way, I've ust realized how
warm and thirsty I am I'm going
to have a chocolate milk shakeone 
of Mother Nature's best refreshers 
- Won't you have one with
me?
3 cups milk
6 tablespoons chocolate syrup
3 large servings of ice cream
Combine all Ingredients and shake
in a shaker or beat with a rotary
beater. Top with ice cream and
serve. Serves 2 to 3.

CHOCOLATE MILK SHAKE
By GRACE WATSON
I shall never cease to marvel at
the wonders of Mother Natur! Did
you ever stop to think how various
foods are in abundance just when
we need them most? Ole sol is beginning 
to bear down upon us with
terrific intensity, out throats are
incessantly dry, but it's Mother Nature 
to the rescue with a large supply 
of milk.
Cool refreshing drinks are a necessity 
during hot
summer days. But
they can also be
detrimental to
your health if
they aren't selected 
wisely a n d
with discrimination, 
Before consuming 
large
quantities of any
beverage, ask
yourself these
this drink serve

any function in my body other than
satisfying my immediate thirst? is
it or any of its ingredients listed
among the basic seven foods? If
you can answer 'Yes" to these two
questions, then have no fears that
you are creating your body of needed 
nourishment end spending your
food dollar foolishly.
Milk and Ice Cream make good
hot weather beverage - but when
combined they form a combination
that you may call best drinks.
Milk is a very delicate food, its
vitamins are so Measly destroyed,
and the composition of this food
changes with the slightest variation 
in handling. So, here are a few
words of precaution: put your milk
in the refrigerator as soon as possible 
after it is delivered; especially,
if your milk is set where the sun
Shines on it. The sun not only
warms it faster, it also kills One of
the vitamins in milk.
Another pointer for keeping sweet
milk sweet is: don't pour milk or

cream back into the bottle. The
bottle (or carton) was sterilized
and milk will keep sweet there
longer than any place else. Milk
or cream that has been poured into
glass or pitchers has been exposed
to other bacteria. The bacteria are
the villanous culprits that sour your
milk.
If you get you milk at the store,
do rush home with it and get it into 
the refrigerator. Setting in a
hot car while you shop else where
or visit friends will ruin the disposition 
of the sweetest milk.
By the way, I've ust realized how
warm and thirsty I am I'm going
to have a chocolate milk shakeone 
of Mother Nature's best refreshers 
- Won't you have one with
me?
3 cups milk
6 tablespoons chocolate syrup
3 large servings of ice cream
Combine all Ingredients and shake
in a shaker or beat with a rotary
beater. Top with ice cream and
serve. Serves 2 to 3.

Golden Lemon Nut Bread
There's good eating appeal in the warm brown top of a loaf of
perfect nut bread. If you want added sparkle for dress-up occasions
sprinkle the batter generously with heel or cane sugar just before itgoes 
into the oven. There will be no crack across the top of the
finished loaf if it is held at room temperature about 20 minutes before
baking.
1 cup beet or cane sugar
½ cup milk
⅓ cup shortening, room
temperature
2 ¼ cups sifted all-purpose
flour
2 eggs
1½ teaspoons baking powder
1 ½ teaspoons grated lemon
rind
½ teaspoon salt
⅓ cup lemon juice
½ teaspoon soda
¾ cup broken nutmeats
Use a rotary or electric beater to
combine well sugar, (use beet or
cane—it makes no difference)
shortening, eggs, lemon rind and
juice. Remove beaters and add
milk, sifted dry ingredients and
nutmeates at once. Stir only until

and floured loaf pan (9*5*3"),
sprinkle top generously with
sugar. Bake in moderate oven
(350 F.) 1 hour or until wooden
pick thrust in center comes out
clean. Remove from pan; cool on
rack.
Makes 1 loaf.

GOLDEN LEMON NUT BREAD
There's good eating appeal in the warm brown top of a loaf of
perfect nut bread. If you want added sparkle for dress-up occasions
sprinkle the batter generously with heel or cane sugar just before itgoes 
into the oven. There will be no crack across the top of the
finished loaf if it is held at room temperature about 20 minutes before
baking.
1 cup beet or cane sugar
½ cup milk
⅓ cup shortening, room
temperature
2 ¼ cups sifted all-purpose
flour
2 eggs
1½ teaspoons baking powder
1 ½ teaspoons grated lemon
rind
½ teaspoon salt
⅓ cup lemon juice
½ teaspoon soda
¾ cup broken nutmeats
Use a rotary or electric beater to
combine well sugar, (use beet or
cane—it makes no difference)
shortening, eggs, lemon rind and
juice. Remove beaters and add
milk, sifted dry ingredients and
nutmeates at once. Stir only until

and floured loaf pan (9*5*3"),
sprinkle top generously with
sugar. Bake in moderate oven
(350 F.) 1 hour or until wooden
pick thrust in center comes out
clean. Remove from pan; cool on
rack.
Makes 1 loaf.

Beale Street
Is My Beat
BEALE STREET IS MY BEAT
... Well BOSS... I am back
on the Beat... after being off on
an out of town job... Here
is a brief dun down on the happenings... 
I found on the Beat late
Tuesday night... At the ELKS
REST.... the happenings were
jumping as it does every Tuesday
night... When the ELKS present 
their annual Tuesday night
dance.... Cooling from the Elks
making a brief check-up... at
the HIPPODROME... I found
out that Tuesday night was a blank
night, but the place was still jumping 
and rocking from the Monday
night teenage dance... Scooping
on from the Hippodrome... Stop
ping at the Hippodrome where I
ate my hot dogs... That was the
first 30c of the expense.. It was
also accompanied by a 10c bottle of
milk which made 40c BOSS...
package of chewing gum, was 5c
.... 1c box of matches.. 3c
pepper-mint candy.... 1c to the
piggy bank... Lookout piggy, I
might burst your ribs out any day
to get that 15c... because that
expense is getting to be a problem
.... As I cooled on from the Harlem 
House... I made a one horse
stop by RED JOHNNIE PLACE...
where I found everything on the
ball, for once... Looking in also
at the WATCH CLINIC.. where
I plan on getting me one of those
Waterberries soon BOSS
Also while I was down in that vicinity..... 
I took a peek in at the
NEW DAISY.... where the
PRESIDENT LADY is showing
Coming out of the movie....... I

found one of the funniest thing to
happen on my beat in a long time
... If you ever walk down on
Beale Street... You might recall 
walking over those things on
the side walk... that is made out
of iron bars with crack between
them... well it is one located in
front of the NEW DAISY....
This particular evening a Cat was
walking on the beat, seemingly he
dropped some money and it went
down in the crack... he drew a
crowd around him by trying to fish
it out with a string with chewing
gum oh the end of it... HA! HA!
that was fuinny to me because if
it had been me, dropping some of
that 50c expense money, I would
have been crying until it washed it
out... As I came back in the city
this week... I met a real glamorous 
young lady.... by the
name of ANETTE BROWN...
from JACKSON MISSISSIPPI...
quite naturally I would admire a
young lady... I also spent a long
time chit-chatting with her as she
waited for her bus... from
MEMPHIS, to OMAHA, NEBRASKA.... 
where she will spend the
summer with her sister... Leaving 
the glamor girl and getting
back to the BEAT... I toured up
to MITCHELL HOTEL, as I usually 
do...... Hi-Topping down from
MITCHELL... I snooped on by
LANSKY BROS.... where I had
a long chit-chat... with one of
the brothers... I also like to tell
LANSKY BROS., don't be no
square, and never play the Negro
cheap... because they have plenty 
to offer... Passing by CALLETTAS... 
I notice a little suit
being in the window, which I admire 
very much, BOSS... speaking 
of suits I could use one, because 
this blue one is turning to a
mirror.. which glows in the
summer I like to pause, here
on the behalf of the MEMPHIS
WORLD STAFF... and yours
truly... to say good-by to the
senior graduates and readers of
the MEMPHIS WORLD.... it
has been fine to have you as one
of our readers all the way through
high school years... and please
don't stop now because if you are
planning to enter college you will
need the World to meet the
World.
In order to receive a World Paper,
you will only drop a card to
the Memphis World, 164 Beale
Ave., Memphis, Tenn.,.... or
call 8-4030... On behalf of the
Teachers in all City Schools... It
has been requested for me to say
for them to you... Good-By and
Good Luck to all the seniors in all
the City Schools, and have a happy
summer vacation.... closing like
the column this week I would like
to say Good-by to all of you....
until Tuesday... your Reporter,
JIMMIE COOPER.

THE
HEALTH WORLD
FORUM
BY A. E. HORNE, M. D.

The term "anemia" is applied to
any deficiency in the quantity or
quality of the blood as manifested
by a reduction in the number of
red blood cells or in the amount of
hemoglobin each red blood cell contains. 
Hemoglobin is the name applied 
to the iron-protein portion of
a red blood cell. The causes of anemia, 
sometimes obscure, can usually
be divided, into three general classes: 
the loss of blood: the defective
formation of blood: and the increased 
destruction of blood. Blood loss
may be acute as would occur in accidents 
or injury where the Weeding
is to the outside or internal bleeding 
due to peptic ulcer or ruptured
blood vessels. Blood loss may be
chronic as seen in bleeding from
hemorrhoids, too much menstrual
bleeding or repeated small hemorrhage 
from any cause, evening bleeding 
teeth. It is the defective formation 
of blood class with which we
are chiefly concerned to day, for it
is usually due to a deficiency of minerals 
mainly iron, vitamins, and
protein in the diet.
In general the anemic person is
weak, becomes tired easily, has a

poor appetite, does not sleep well,
suffers from constipation and dizziness 
and is run down. Women will
have these complaints as well as
menstrual disturbances, red sore
tongue, brittleness of skin, nails and
hair. The person may even become
short of breath or slight exertion
and feel faint.
The treatment, depends upon the
cause. In external traumatic bleeding 
then to stop the bleeding should
be done even if surgically necessary.
In deficiency of red blood cells
due to nutritional causes the treatment 
centers around getting a well
balanced diet adequate in protein,
vitamins, and minerals. In many
cases more specific measures as the
use of liver extract, vitamin B-12
folic acid, supplemental sources or
iron should be used as indicated.
In other types of anemia due to
increases blood destruction such as
sickle cell anemia and hemalytic
anemas, hereditary factors are prominent 
in the causes.
Mrs. B. writes: Is low blood pressure 
and anemia the same condition?
Answer: No. One may have high
blood pressure and still be anemic,
though most frequently an anemic
person will have low pressure.
Dr. Home will answer questions
relating to health and hygiene in
this column and by mail. He will not
diagnose or prescribe for individuals.
Inclose stamped, self-addressed envelope 
to:
A. E. HORNE, M. D.
The World Health Forum
Scott News Syndicate
164 Beale Avenue
Memphis, Tennessee.

ANEMIA
BY A. E. HORNE, M. D.

The term "anemia" is applied to
any deficiency in the quantity or
quality of the blood as manifested
by a reduction in the number of
red blood cells or in the amount of
hemoglobin each red blood cell contains. 
Hemoglobin is the name applied 
to the iron-protein portion of
a red blood cell. The causes of anemia, 
sometimes obscure, can usually
be divided, into three general classes: 
the loss of blood: the defective
formation of blood: and the increased 
destruction of blood. Blood loss
may be acute as would occur in accidents 
or injury where the Weeding
is to the outside or internal bleeding 
due to peptic ulcer or ruptured
blood vessels. Blood loss may be
chronic as seen in bleeding from
hemorrhoids, too much menstrual
bleeding or repeated small hemorrhage 
from any cause, evening bleeding 
teeth. It is the defective formation 
of blood class with which we
are chiefly concerned to day, for it
is usually due to a deficiency of minerals 
mainly iron, vitamins, and
protein in the diet.
In general the anemic person is
weak, becomes tired easily, has a

poor appetite, does not sleep well,
suffers from constipation and dizziness 
and is run down. Women will
have these complaints as well as
menstrual disturbances, red sore
tongue, brittleness of skin, nails and
hair. The person may even become
short of breath or slight exertion
and feel faint.
The treatment, depends upon the
cause. In external traumatic bleeding 
then to stop the bleeding should
be done even if surgically necessary.
In deficiency of red blood cells
due to nutritional causes the treatment 
centers around getting a well
balanced diet adequate in protein,
vitamins, and minerals. In many
cases more specific measures as the
use of liver extract, vitamin B-12
folic acid, supplemental sources or
iron should be used as indicated.
In other types of anemia due to
increases blood destruction such as
sickle cell anemia and hemalytic
anemas, hereditary factors are prominent 
in the causes.
Mrs. B. writes: Is low blood pressure 
and anemia the same condition?
Answer: No. One may have high
blood pressure and still be anemic,
though most frequently an anemic
person will have low pressure.
Dr. Home will answer questions
relating to health and hygiene in
this column and by mail. He will not
diagnose or prescribe for individuals.
Inclose stamped, self-addressed envelope 
to:
A. E. HORNE, M. D.
The World Health Forum
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the bodice and down the left side
of full skirt She shone in the sparkle 
pf a diamond tiara, pearl and
diamond necklace, diamond bracelet
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arrings. She wore the star of the
order of the Garter.
The only American guests were
two generals and an admiral—Atlantic 
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At the queen's right sat Crown
Prince Axel of Denmark. Prince
Philip was across the table. On his
right was the Crown Princess of
Norway and on his left Princess
Margareta of Denmark.
Outside, in front in the floodlit
palace, a crowd that swelled to 30,000 
shouted and chanted for the
queen.
The queen did not forget h
common subjects. Part of the
breath-catching day after her coronation 
belonged to the humble of
rank, and the non-royal kids of her
celebrated capital.
While coronation weary nobles
nursed coronet-weary heads, the
queen with her handsome husband
Prince Philip, again at her side,
toured the Cockney Districts of
working-class Northeast London
where she shaw and smiled at
grateful bricklayers, and clerks.
crapenters and bartenders. And above 
all she gave attention to the
kids unable, to cope with the mobs
of coronation day to- get a glimpse
of their queen.
The crowds got - a better look at
her majesty than they did on coronation 
day. When she rode in a
closed carriage. This time better
weather permitted her to ride in an
open-top limousine and her cheering 
subjects had a gaping field day.
There were thousands of children
every where along the route waving
flags and shieking their delight:
"She's got the top down, bless
her," said a gentle old man. "You're
a lovely girl," said his elderly wife.
The queen seemed to be enjoying
Herself.
The queen wore a powder blce
dress, tight-waisted coat ad offthe-face 
felt hat, with pearly necklace 
and earrings for her regal tour
of nine boroughs to meet local officials 
and the lesser fry of her
healm.