Memphis World Memphis World Publishing Co. 1953-06-05 James H. Purdy, Jr. MEMPHIS WORLD AMERICA'S STANDARD RACE JOURNAL The South's Oldest and Leading Colored Semi-Weekly Newspaper Published by MEMPHIS WORLD PUBLISHING CO. Every TUESDAY and FRIDAY at 164 BEALE — Phone 8-4030 Entered in the Post Office at Memphis, Tenn., as second-class mail under the Act of Congress, March 1, 1870 Member of SCOTT NEWSPAPER SYNDICATE W. A. Scott, II, Founder; C. A. Scott, General Manager JAMES H. PURDY, JR. Editor MRS. ROSA BROWN BRACEY Advertising Manager The MEMPHIS WORLD is an independent newspaper — non sectarian and non-partisan, printing news unbiasedly and supporting those things it believes to be of interest to its readers and opposing those things against the interest of its readers. SUBSCRIPTION RATES: Year $5.00 — 6 Months $3.00 — 3 Months $1.50 (In Advance) 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 Scott News Syndicate 164 Beale Avenue Memphis, Tennessee. The NEW MATHES COOLER 12 INCH BLADE "ALL-PURPOSE FAN" AIR CIRCULATOR... INTAKE FAN... EXHAUST FAN... With ADJUSTABLE LOUVERS 34 No Money Down 75C Week Of Luxurious Beauty Fan Control Switch Handle For Easy Carrying FOS SELECTIVE ALL Don't 19"Wide 14¼" High 10½ Doop Motor In Rubber 12"Blade Air Circulation Where You Want In Front & Back IN THE WINDOW ON THE FLOOR ON THE TABLE.. OR DESA • For kitchen— • For Living room • For Bedroom • For Office • For Baso MTW 10 MATCHES COOLER Fully Guaranteed Super A. C. 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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.