Memphis World Memphis World Publishing Co. 1957-11-23 Thaddeus T. Stokes MEMPHIS WORLD AMERICA'S STANDARD RACE JOURNAL The South's Oldest and Leading Colored Semi-Weekly Newspaper Published by MEMPHIS WORLD PUBLISHING CO. Every WEDNESDAY and SATURDAY at 546 BEALE — Ph. JA. 6-4030 Member of SCOTT NEWSPAPER SYNDICATE W. A Scott, II, Founder; C. A: Scott, General Manager Entered in the Post Office at Memphis, Tenn., as second-class mail under the Act of Congress, March 1, 1870 THADDEUS T. STOKES Managing Editor MBS. ROSA BROWN BRACY Public Relations and Advertising ALYSON E. WISE Circulation Promotion SUBSCRIPTION RATES: Year $5.00 — 6 Months $3.00 — 3 Months $1.50 (In Advance) 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. A Worthy Project By The Elks The Grand Commission of Education for the Elks has announced that a fund-raising campaign will soon be launched to obtain scholarship for the nine Negro students at Little Rock's Central High School. In a letter to Lieutenant George W. Lee, Commissioner, Mrs. Daisy Bates, state president of the Arkansas NAACP said: "I informed the nine children of your generous scholarship offer, and they asked me to extend to you their thanks and appreciation. We all say thanks a million for everything." Earlier, the Commissioner had sent a check to Mr. and Mrs. Bates of Little Rock to help pay for the services of the men who stand guard around their home. The significant point here is that such a group as the Elks, and especially the Commissioner of Education for the group, is to make it possible for these nine youngsters to receive scholarship aid to further their education. The hardships, the embarrassments, the insults they have received in the interest of democracy should be sufficient to warrant support from all such organizations engaged in a constructive community program. No money or funds could go for a more worthy cause than that of helping to advance the education of these young people. These young people in Little Rock have not only set an example for themselves in the interest of education, they have set a record in the interest of democracy for people everywhere. Calling Scientific Minds We have had them through all generations; they have occurred on the face of the earth without due regards for persons, races or places. Many of these have passed off unnoticed and unknown. Now that a new scientific awakening is at hand, with the government inquiring into its scientific resource, let there be understood here and now that in a market for talent, inventive genius and the creative dreamer, there should be a color blind approach. An individual should be accepted on the face of his possibilities and accorded every advantage of development at hand. The schools might prove a powerful and authentic agency for the uncovering of what the nation today finds itself in dire need. Since everybody is apparently conceding that "Russia just beat us to it," we might as well suggest that the treasure hunt now on for matching minds or superior ones for that matter, be culled for the benefit of our common defense. Our survival as a people as well as that of a free world might depend upon just one single idea from one mind. Where that mind is we do not know. In our high schools and colleges, and even in the elementary schools, might be found some scientific prospects. Once upon a time we called many of these scientific prodigies "day-dreamers," "never-do-wells." or not quite "bright." They were found often times in those little rings, or knots of boys squatting on the grounds at school during recess time. They had no appetite for sports, nor rambled through the underbrush; they toyed with home made tools, made kites, designed mobile wheel gadgets or drew sketches on the ground. The schools could help in this patriotic measure. When these minds are sorted and distributed, they should be assigned to training centers without regard to their race or creed. By this process only can we become a strong nation with a common defense superior of any emergency on the horizon. Scientific minds, be alerted; get on the firing line; this is your day, your era. ABUNDANT LIFE BY ORAL ROBERTS Are there no more miracles? Yes, just this last Summer God took a few handfuls of grain which farmers cast on their fields and fed the whole population of the world. He did this as easily as He took five loaves and fed the five thousand people while He was on earth. No miracles? Well, in the Autumn He changes the dews of the night and the showers of morning into beautiful fruits in the same manner that He once turned water into wine. Many who read these lines seem powerless to believe in miracles. Life is so commonplace . . . each day is but the same old routine. But for those who believe, every day is a new opportunity to conquer through the power of faith in God. A mother' wrote this letter to me a short while ago: "Our little three-year-old daughter, Linda, had suffered for over a year from a rare kidney ailment. It finally was diagnosed as glomerulo nephritis, probably brought on by tonsil poisoning. She was swollen all over so that she couldn't wear her clothing and the bottoms of her feet were so round that she couldn't balance herself. In fact, the physician warned us that any type of exertion might, cause her to drop dead at any moment. We prayed and asked others to pray for her, but somehow we tell short in our faith. "Our doctor decided, with our permission, to experiment with injections of cortisone. Those reduced the swelling and improved her condition generally, but ev ery time we tried to leave off the injections she immediately began to swell again. We took her to our minister. He told her that he would put his hand on her head and pray and God would make her well. He did pray for her and from that day forth she told everyone she was well. "Within three weeks, we took her to the doctor for a monthly check-up. He was amazed to find that she was normal for the first time and asked what in the world we had been doing for her. When we told him that she was healed through the power of God, he said, 'Well, something certainly happened. "Today she is living a normal life and playing with other children as if she had never been sick. The doctors are impressed and say that no other similar case on record has ever shown the remarkable recovery that she has made." The above account is, however, not a rare occurrence to people who believe that God is good. You see, you are His property ... His dwelling place. He desires His house to be in firstclass condition. He is able to keep it that way. Remember, He is a carpenter, a builder. He is also the Great Physician. You are His child. Would a physician forsake his own sick child? No! Then look to Him and believe in Him for your own healing. Take heart! Every-day, every hour, every moment is a miracle; and God's miraculous power is at work every moment of erery hour of every day. MIRACLES OP TODAY! BY ORAL ROBERTS Are there no more miracles? Yes, just this last Summer God took a few handfuls of grain which farmers cast on their fields and fed the whole population of the world. He did this as easily as He took five loaves and fed the five thousand people while He was on earth. No miracles? Well, in the Autumn He changes the dews of the night and the showers of morning into beautiful fruits in the same manner that He once turned water into wine. Many who read these lines seem powerless to believe in miracles. Life is so commonplace . . . each day is but the same old routine. But for those who believe, every day is a new opportunity to conquer through the power of faith in God. A mother' wrote this letter to me a short while ago: "Our little three-year-old daughter, Linda, had suffered for over a year from a rare kidney ailment. It finally was diagnosed as glomerulo nephritis, probably brought on by tonsil poisoning. She was swollen all over so that she couldn't wear her clothing and the bottoms of her feet were so round that she couldn't balance herself. In fact, the physician warned us that any type of exertion might, cause her to drop dead at any moment. We prayed and asked others to pray for her, but somehow we tell short in our faith. "Our doctor decided, with our permission, to experiment with injections of cortisone. Those reduced the swelling and improved her condition generally, but ev ery time we tried to leave off the injections she immediately began to swell again. We took her to our minister. He told her that he would put his hand on her head and pray and God would make her well. He did pray for her and from that day forth she told everyone she was well. "Within three weeks, we took her to the doctor for a monthly check-up. He was amazed to find that she was normal for the first time and asked what in the world we had been doing for her. When we told him that she was healed through the power of God, he said, 'Well, something certainly happened. "Today she is living a normal life and playing with other children as if she had never been sick. The doctors are impressed and say that no other similar case on record has ever shown the remarkable recovery that she has made." The above account is, however, not a rare occurrence to people who believe that God is good. You see, you are His property ... His dwelling place. He desires His house to be in firstclass condition. He is able to keep it that way. Remember, He is a carpenter, a builder. He is also the Great Physician. You are His child. Would a physician forsake his own sick child? No! Then look to Him and believe in Him for your own healing. Take heart! Every-day, every hour, every moment is a miracle; and God's miraculous power is at work every moment of erery hour of every day. REVIEWING THE NEWS BY WILLIAM GORDON There had been many predictions. But when the hero of World War II stepped from his plane at Augusta Saturday, there was the usual crowd of warm-hearted people. Southerners out to greet the President of the United States. There is no doubt about it, the man sits in the biggest office of the world; he holds down a position second to none, and every move he makes is vital to the heart beats of billions of human beings. Moreover, the man who stepped from the plane in Augusta Saturday represents the people; not only the people of his party, the North or the South, but the people of the world. This should be sufficient reason why there were no demonstrations by segregationists. What he represents goes much deeper than mere emotions and sentiments. Even those who have tried to ridicule him were forced to bow in his shadow. But one does not gain such stature, as President Eisenhower has, without giving the office of President the dignity and esteem it deserves. There must be no bigotry in the methods of the man who sits in the White House. This also may account for the scattering of segregationists, the critics, who blamed him for the situation in Little Rock. This may also account for the warm and friendly welcome he continues to receive in Deep South territory. It may likewise account for the immediate support he will get for his missiles and rockits program. There are those who have tried to kill him politically and otherwise. They have used almost every conceivable means to paint him as a dictator, an ill-advised leader who sent troops to force integration. But even the least informed Southerner knows it was done for law and order, a step against mob rule. Yes, he ran the "money changers" from the temple in the interest of all people. One gets the feeling that his views closely follow those of Lincoln. One can predict that time will eventually take care of those who have tried to discredit the President, the same as time took care of those who killed Lincoln. It is interesting to note that those who have ridiculed the President, are rapidly losing support. There is a special kind of sacredness carried with high moral standards and respect for law. On the other hand, there is an element of mistrust, an offensive odor, suspicion linked to those who would defy and violate the teachings of Christ in order to achieve their end. The gangsters who killed Lincoln tried to find asylum among Southerners whom they thought sympathetic with their deed. John Wilkes Booth, the real killer and leader, met a hostile and cold South. He finally died like a rat after hiding away in a deserted barn. That part of history which deals with the life and struggles of Lincoln should serve as a warning to those who practice bigotry. When it comes to the President, the South will not support an unjust cause. Even The South Loves The President BY WILLIAM GORDON There had been many predictions. But when the hero of World War II stepped from his plane at Augusta Saturday, there was the usual crowd of warm-hearted people. Southerners out to greet the President of the United States. There is no doubt about it, the man sits in the biggest office of the world; he holds down a position second to none, and every move he makes is vital to the heart beats of billions of human beings. Moreover, the man who stepped from the plane in Augusta Saturday represents the people; not only the people of his party, the North or the South, but the people of the world. This should be sufficient reason why there were no demonstrations by segregationists. What he represents goes much deeper than mere emotions and sentiments. Even those who have tried to ridicule him were forced to bow in his shadow. But one does not gain such stature, as President Eisenhower has, without giving the office of President the dignity and esteem it deserves. There must be no bigotry in the methods of the man who sits in the White House. This also may account for the scattering of segregationists, the critics, who blamed him for the situation in Little Rock. This may also account for the warm and friendly welcome he continues to receive in Deep South territory. It may likewise account for the immediate support he will get for his missiles and rockits program. There are those who have tried to kill him politically and otherwise. They have used almost every conceivable means to paint him as a dictator, an ill-advised leader who sent troops to force integration. But even the least informed Southerner knows it was done for law and order, a step against mob rule. Yes, he ran the "money changers" from the temple in the interest of all people. One gets the feeling that his views closely follow those of Lincoln. One can predict that time will eventually take care of those who have tried to discredit the President, the same as time took care of those who killed Lincoln. It is interesting to note that those who have ridiculed the President, are rapidly losing support. There is a special kind of sacredness carried with high moral standards and respect for law. On the other hand, there is an element of mistrust, an offensive odor, suspicion linked to those who would defy and violate the teachings of Christ in order to achieve their end. The gangsters who killed Lincoln tried to find asylum among Southerners whom they thought sympathetic with their deed. John Wilkes Booth, the real killer and leader, met a hostile and cold South. He finally died like a rat after hiding away in a deserted barn. That part of history which deals with the life and struggles of Lincoln should serve as a warning to those who practice bigotry. When it comes to the President, the South will not support an unjust cause. MEALTIME MELODIES Eggnog has, through the years, been recognized as the traditional al drink served to welcome the new year. England and the colonial States considered eggnog a symbol of holiday cordiality. Today's modern hostess knows that this easy-to-make and convenient - topurchase fovorite is ideal for many different occasions. The flavor, texture and appearance can be altered, to suit the tastes of all age groups, by changing the ingredients, Eggnog can be served hot or cold. For quick and delicious eggnog refreshment, serve any of these favorities made with dairy eggnog from your favorite grocery or dairy plant. Dairy eggnog favorites: Spiced - Top each serving with a sprinkle of nutmeg. Ram - Serve flavored with a few drops of rum extract. Chocolate - Add chocolate sauce to eggnog and top with whipped cream and shaved chocolate. Fruit - Add one-fourth cup of cashed fruit - strawberries, raspberries, pineapple, or peaches to each cup of eggnog. Add one can frozen orange juice and two cups of milk to two cups of eggnog. Along with these combinations that you can mix to suit, yourself are two other favorites that you are sure to find quite delicious. This teen-age favorite can be used after the football game to celebrate the victory or equally as well during the holiday season. It's called.—– 1 egg Pinch of Salt 1 teaspoon sugar 2-3 cup cold milk 1 teaspoon rum flavoring 2 scoops Vanilla ice cream Put egg, salt and sugar in bowl and heat until foamy. Add milk, rum flavoring and ice cream; heat until thoroughtly mixed. Pour into large glass; top with ice cream and sprinkle with nutmeg. (Vanilla may be substituted for the rum flavoring, if desired.) Makes one serving. Simply multiply the recipe by the number of servings you need. Nog-Float served with a basket of butter cookies is de-licious. If you like a drink with more punch, here is one that is sure to please. 6 eggs, separated 1 1-4 cups of sugar 1 1-2 quarts of cream 1 pint of whisky (rye) Dash of rum Nutmeg Bent yolks with 1 cup sugar. Add cream and whiskey alternately and the rum. Season with ground nutmeg. Beat the whites of the eggs stiff, add 1-4 cup sugar. Drop this on top of mixture in bowl. Busttop with nutmeg. Chill. NOG-FLOAT Eggnog has, through the years, been recognized as the traditional al drink served to welcome the new year. England and the colonial States considered eggnog a symbol of holiday cordiality. Today's modern hostess knows that this easy-to-make and convenient - topurchase fovorite is ideal for many different occasions. The flavor, texture and appearance can be altered, to suit the tastes of all age groups, by changing the ingredients, Eggnog can be served hot or cold. For quick and delicious eggnog refreshment, serve any of these favorities made with dairy eggnog from your favorite grocery or dairy plant. Dairy eggnog favorites: Spiced - Top each serving with a sprinkle of nutmeg. Ram - Serve flavored with a few drops of rum extract. Chocolate - Add chocolate sauce to eggnog and top with whipped cream and shaved chocolate. Fruit - Add one-fourth cup of cashed fruit - strawberries, raspberries, pineapple, or peaches to each cup of eggnog. Add one can frozen orange juice and two cups of milk to two cups of eggnog. Along with these combinations that you can mix to suit, yourself are two other favorites that you are sure to find quite delicious. This teen-age favorite can be used after the football game to celebrate the victory or equally as well during the holiday season. It's called.—– 1 egg Pinch of Salt 1 teaspoon sugar 2-3 cup cold milk 1 teaspoon rum flavoring 2 scoops Vanilla ice cream Put egg, salt and sugar in bowl and heat until foamy. Add milk, rum flavoring and ice cream; heat until thoroughtly mixed. Pour into large glass; top with ice cream and sprinkle with nutmeg. (Vanilla may be substituted for the rum flavoring, if desired.) Makes one serving. Simply multiply the recipe by the number of servings you need. Nog-Float served with a basket of butter cookies is de-licious. If you like a drink with more punch, here is one that is sure to please. 6 eggs, separated 1 1-4 cups of sugar 1 1-2 quarts of cream 1 pint of whisky (rye) Dash of rum Nutmeg Bent yolks with 1 cup sugar. Add cream and whiskey alternately and the rum. Season with ground nutmeg. Beat the whites of the eggs stiff, add 1-4 cup sugar. Drop this on top of mixture in bowl. Busttop with nutmeg. Chill. VIRGINIA EGGNOG Eggnog has, through the years, been recognized as the traditional al drink served to welcome the new year. England and the colonial States considered eggnog a symbol of holiday cordiality. Today's modern hostess knows that this easy-to-make and convenient - topurchase fovorite is ideal for many different occasions. The flavor, texture and appearance can be altered, to suit the tastes of all age groups, by changing the ingredients, Eggnog can be served hot or cold. For quick and delicious eggnog refreshment, serve any of these favorities made with dairy eggnog from your favorite grocery or dairy plant. Dairy eggnog favorites: Spiced - Top each serving with a sprinkle of nutmeg. Ram - Serve flavored with a few drops of rum extract. Chocolate - Add chocolate sauce to eggnog and top with whipped cream and shaved chocolate. Fruit - Add one-fourth cup of cashed fruit - strawberries, raspberries, pineapple, or peaches to each cup of eggnog. Add one can frozen orange juice and two cups of milk to two cups of eggnog. Along with these combinations that you can mix to suit, yourself are two other favorites that you are sure to find quite delicious. This teen-age favorite can be used after the football game to celebrate the victory or equally as well during the holiday season. It's called.—– 1 egg Pinch of Salt 1 teaspoon sugar 2-3 cup cold milk 1 teaspoon rum flavoring 2 scoops Vanilla ice cream Put egg, salt and sugar in bowl and heat until foamy. Add milk, rum flavoring and ice cream; heat until thoroughtly mixed. Pour into large glass; top with ice cream and sprinkle with nutmeg. (Vanilla may be substituted for the rum flavoring, if desired.) Makes one serving. Simply multiply the recipe by the number of servings you need. Nog-Float served with a basket of butter cookies is de-licious. If you like a drink with more punch, here is one that is sure to please. 6 eggs, separated 1 1-4 cups of sugar 1 1-2 quarts of cream 1 pint of whisky (rye) Dash of rum Nutmeg Bent yolks with 1 cup sugar. Add cream and whiskey alternately and the rum. Season with ground nutmeg. Beat the whites of the eggs stiff, add 1-4 cup sugar. Drop this on top of mixture in bowl. Busttop with nutmeg. Chill. WISHING WELL Registered U. S. Patent Office. HERE is a pleasant little game that will give you a message every day. It is a numerical puzzle designed to spell out your fortune. Count the letters in your first name. If the number of letters is 6 or more, subtract 4. If the number is less than 6, add 3. The result is your key number. Start at the upper left-hand comer of the rec- . tangle and check every one of your key numbers, left to right. Then read the message the letters under the checked figure give you. Pullout To Leave called into Federal service. On October 14, the number of Paratroopers was reduced to 500 and the National Guardsmen to 1,800. A further reduction on Nov. 6 left 225 regular Army men on duty along with 900 National guards, men. This was the course of events leading to today's order; Sept. 2, Faubus directed the Arkansas National guard to deploy around Central High and prevent the integration order by Federal Judge Ronald N. Davies. Faubus insisted his action was taken to head off violence. Sept. 21, Faubus withdrew the National guard in compliance with a temporary injunction issue by Davies. Sept. 23, the nine Negro students were forced to withdraw from the school when a large mob milled in front of the school and could not be kept under control by local police. Sept. 23, President Eisenhower commanded all persons obstructing the order of the Federal Court to to "cease and desist and to disperse." Sept. 24, the president declared his proclamation had not been obeyed and directed defense secretary Charles E. Wilson to take action. 900 NATIONAL GUARDSMEN called into Federal service. On October 14, the number of Paratroopers was reduced to 500 and the National Guardsmen to 1,800. A further reduction on Nov. 6 left 225 regular Army men on duty along with 900 National guards, men. This was the course of events leading to today's order; Sept. 2, Faubus directed the Arkansas National guard to deploy around Central High and prevent the integration order by Federal Judge Ronald N. Davies. Faubus insisted his action was taken to head off violence. Sept. 21, Faubus withdrew the National guard in compliance with a temporary injunction issue by Davies. Sept. 23, the nine Negro students were forced to withdraw from the school when a large mob milled in front of the school and could not be kept under control by local police. Sept. 23, President Eisenhower commanded all persons obstructing the order of the Federal Court to to "cease and desist and to disperse." Sept. 24, the president declared his proclamation had not been obeyed and directed defense secretary Charles E. Wilson to take action. Tennessee Baptist cago. A native of St. Louis, Mo, he is a graduate of Fisk university and obtained his bachelor of divinity degree from Eden Theological Seminary in Webster Grove, Mo., and his doctorate in theology from Central Baptist Theological Seminary in Kansas City, Kan. He has also served as a case-worker for Cock County's Department of Welfare in Illinois. The other lecturer for the two-day conference will be: Rev. A. L. Porter, Jr., pastor of Nashville's Pleasant Green Church who was a former instructor at the American Baptist Theological Seminary. He is a graduate of Virginia Seminary and from Lincoln University in Pennsylvania. The Tennessee Baptist Pastor's Conference is an auxiliary of the Tennessee Baptist Missionary and Educational Convention. 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THE GOVERNMENT SENT OF CENTRAL AMERICAN INDIANS AND SOLDI ERS TO DESTROY HIM— UNDER CAPT. LEMELIA... ALTHOUGH OUTNUMBERED, CUD JOE WITH SUPERIOR STRATEGY! FINALLY, THE GOVERNMENT BOUGHT HIM OFF WITH A LARGE TAX FREE LAND GRANT! All-While Union leans Railroad at Houston. They contended that the railroad, in 1954, "abolished" some 45 jobs held by Negroes, and that in most cases similar jobs were subsequently given to White union members. The High Court noted the complaint that the all-white union leadership "had failed in general to represent employees equally and in good faith" and that this Was a violation of the Railway Labor Act. The Negro employees asked lower courts for $75,000 in damages and injunctions ending separate Negro and white locals, and alleged discriminatory practices by the white union leadership. The suit was filed against Pat J. Gibson, general chairman of locals 6051 and 28 of the Brotherhood, and others. However, the lower courts ruled that they had no jurisdiction in such cases, and the Negroes appealed. The Supreme Court said Monday that the lower courts were in error when they dismissed the complaint for lack of jurisdiction. The Justices noted on the broader issue: "Here, the complaint alleged, in part, that petitioners were discharged wrongfully by the railroad, and that the union, acting according to plan, refused to protect their jobs as it did those of white employees or to help them with their grievances all because they were Negroes. "If these allegations are proven, there has been a manifest breach of the unions statutory duty to represent fairly and without hostile discrimination all of the employes in the bargaining unit." $175,000 IN DAMAGES leans Railroad at Houston. They contended that the railroad, in 1954, "abolished" some 45 jobs held by Negroes, and that in most cases similar jobs were subsequently given to White union members. The High Court noted the complaint that the all-white union leadership "had failed in general to represent employees equally and in good faith" and that this Was a violation of the Railway Labor Act. The Negro employees asked lower courts for $75,000 in damages and injunctions ending separate Negro and white locals, and alleged discriminatory practices by the white union leadership. The suit was filed against Pat J. Gibson, general chairman of locals 6051 and 28 of the Brotherhood, and others. However, the lower courts ruled that they had no jurisdiction in such cases, and the Negroes appealed. The Supreme Court said Monday that the lower courts were in error when they dismissed the complaint for lack of jurisdiction. The Justices noted on the broader issue: "Here, the complaint alleged, in part, that petitioners were discharged wrongfully by the railroad, and that the union, acting according to plan, refused to protect their jobs as it did those of white employees or to help them with their grievances all because they were Negroes. "If these allegations are proven, there has been a manifest breach of the unions statutory duty to represent fairly and without hostile discrimination all of the employes in the bargaining unit." YOU CAN DIE LAUGHING By A. A. FAIR (ERLE STANLEY GARDNER) © 1957 by Erle Stanley Gardner. Reported by arrangement with William & Co. Distributed by King Features Syndicate. THERE was a little restaurant that was open and we had a fairly good steak and some French fried potatoes. Frank Sellers drank three cups of coffee and did little talking. Wanda Warren was frightened but tried to turn her charm on Sellers. We drove back to the section of land. Sellers stopped the police cruiser, switched off the headlights and the motor. The San Bernardino deputy's spotlight was a firefly in the darkness. Then he came forward. "Everything under control?" he asked. "Everything under control, Jerry," Sellers said. "Take this car, go to Yucca and get something to eat, and you'd better drink a lot of coffee. You can guide the others when they get there." Jerry said, "Okay. This darned flashlight is running down." "I picked up some more batteries and another flashlight in Yucca," Sellers told him. Jerry took the car and drove off into the darkness. I found trunks of dead Joshua palms, some dried sagebrush, a few roots and made a campfire. It was a weird setting, the flames of the fire casting flickering shadows, showing Frank Sellers grim-faced, thoughtful, silent: Wanda Warren, plainly apprehensive. She changed her position from time to time, stretching out on her side on the sand, putting her elbow on the sand, her chin on her palm, letting the firelight show her curves to advantage. Sellers never even looked at her. She might as well have been a wooden figure. Once or twice she looked pathetically at me. I smiled at her sympathetically and let it go at that. Much of the time I was out in the desert dragging in more firewood. The stars blazed steadily overhead. The fire crackled a ruddy circle of warmth that stretched out only a few feet. The cold chill of the desert night kept creeping in closer and closer. After a while we saw headlights out in the desert. Four cars came along the road, the beams of the headlights dancing up and down as the wheels went over the hills and dips in the dirt road. The procession of cars turned in at the property, Jerry leading them in Frank Seller's car. Men went about the work in hand, with well-trained co-ordination. A floodlight was rigged up, a tripod erected over the well, a block and tackle fastened to it and then a canvas sling was fastened to steel hooks. I went out and got more firewood. A news car came jolting along. A photographer got out and started dazzling everyone with blazing flashbulbs. The correspondent I had met at Banning came over and shook hands. Men went down the shaft. We could hear voices and shouted orders. At length, a signal was given and men started pulling on the line which ran through the block at the peak of the tripod After a while the canvas sling came up. The coroner bent over it. Then someone produced a blanket. I looked at my watch. It was midnight. The whole operation had gone so smoothly that one, didn't realize how many details there had been and how much time had necessarily been consumed. I saw a glow of light out on the desert, then caught a glimpse of headlights that came and went as a car alternately dipped down into the hollows, then climbed back to high ground. It was coming fast. Sellers said, "Okay, pint-size, we're done here." "Not for a minute," I told him. "Stick around. I want a witness." "To what?" he asked. "To what's going to happen," I told him. The car made a skidding turn into the property, throwing up a cloud of sand. It was braked to a stop. The lights went out, and I saw Coming's big figure climbing stiffly out from behind the steering wheel. I walked forward to meet him. "What the hell's the idea. Lam?" he asked indignantly. I said, "I've located Mrs. Wells. That's all." He looked past me to the little group of men that were coiling up ropes, taking down the tripod, and then his eyes lit on Wanda Warren. He took long strides, reaching her side. "Well, hello, my dear! How are you?" he said. "I feel I know you. I saw your picture in the paper, you know." Wanda felt such a relief at finding someone who was willing to fall for her personality that she turned it on with a rush. "Oh, did you indeed?" she said, smiling up at him and blinking her eyes. "You're making a mistake. Corning," I said. "What the devil do you mean?" he asked over his shoulder. I said, "That's not Mrs. Wells. That's Wanda Warren." He looked around and said, "She's the only woman here." I pointed to the place where the blanket covered the canvas sling. "No, she isn't," I said. "Here's Yyonne Clymer, sometimes known as Yvonne Wells." I went over and jerked back the blanket before anyone thought to stop me. The cool, even temperature at the bottom of the well had retarded putrefaction somewhat, but the body was nude and bloated. Lawton C. Corning took one look at the death-distorted features, staggered off to the outer rim of darkness and became ill. I left him retching. Sellers came over to me. "Where's Wells?" he asked. I "shrugged my shoulders. "Come on," he said. I walked with him over to Wanda Warren. "Where's Wells?" he said. She shook her head. "Don't shake your head at me," Sellers said "I'll slap you in the can on being an accessory to murder. Where's Drury Wells?" "Honestly," she said, "I don't know. All I know is that he's a part-owner in the model agency. Perhaps Norwalk Lykens can tell you. I can't." "When did you see him last?" "A couple of days ago. He told me what to do, gave me specific instructions and a key to the place." I said to Sellers, "I think we can find him." "How?" Sellers asked. "Come on," I said, "and I'll show you." I walked over to where Lawton Corning was stumbling toward his car. He opened the door of the car, fumbled in the glove compartment, pulled out a flask and took a big slug. You can come into my office tomorrow and settle up," I said. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, screwed the top back on the flask. "Settle up for what?" "For finding Yvonne Clymer." He looked at me as though I'd hit him in the stomach. "Why you double-crossing shyster! I can't do business with a corpse!" "Your contract doesn't say anything about finding her alive. You were the one who was laughing at me. I told you, you could die laughing. Keep laughtag but be in my office in the morning and bring your checkbook." I'll bring my lawyer," he blazed. "Bring a good one," I told him. "You'll need one." "You're damned right I will," he said. "And when he gets, done talking with you, you won't feel so damned smart" CHAPTER 33 By A. A. FAIR (ERLE STANLEY GARDNER) © 1957 by Erle Stanley Gardner. Reported by arrangement with William & Co. Distributed by King Features Syndicate. THERE was a little restaurant that was open and we had a fairly good steak and some French fried potatoes. Frank Sellers drank three cups of coffee and did little talking. Wanda Warren was frightened but tried to turn her charm on Sellers. We drove back to the section of land. Sellers stopped the police cruiser, switched off the headlights and the motor. The San Bernardino deputy's spotlight was a firefly in the darkness. Then he came forward. "Everything under control?" he asked. "Everything under control, Jerry," Sellers said. "Take this car, go to Yucca and get something to eat, and you'd better drink a lot of coffee. You can guide the others when they get there." Jerry said, "Okay. This darned flashlight is running down." "I picked up some more batteries and another flashlight in Yucca," Sellers told him. Jerry took the car and drove off into the darkness. I found trunks of dead Joshua palms, some dried sagebrush, a few roots and made a campfire. It was a weird setting, the flames of the fire casting flickering shadows, showing Frank Sellers grim-faced, thoughtful, silent: Wanda Warren, plainly apprehensive. She changed her position from time to time, stretching out on her side on the sand, putting her elbow on the sand, her chin on her palm, letting the firelight show her curves to advantage. Sellers never even looked at her. She might as well have been a wooden figure. Once or twice she looked pathetically at me. I smiled at her sympathetically and let it go at that. Much of the time I was out in the desert dragging in more firewood. The stars blazed steadily overhead. The fire crackled a ruddy circle of warmth that stretched out only a few feet. The cold chill of the desert night kept creeping in closer and closer. After a while we saw headlights out in the desert. Four cars came along the road, the beams of the headlights dancing up and down as the wheels went over the hills and dips in the dirt road. The procession of cars turned in at the property, Jerry leading them in Frank Seller's car. Men went about the work in hand, with well-trained co-ordination. A floodlight was rigged up, a tripod erected over the well, a block and tackle fastened to it and then a canvas sling was fastened to steel hooks. I went out and got more firewood. A news car came jolting along. A photographer got out and started dazzling everyone with blazing flashbulbs. The correspondent I had met at Banning came over and shook hands. Men went down the shaft. We could hear voices and shouted orders. At length, a signal was given and men started pulling on the line which ran through the block at the peak of the tripod After a while the canvas sling came up. The coroner bent over it. Then someone produced a blanket. I looked at my watch. It was midnight. The whole operation had gone so smoothly that one, didn't realize how many details there had been and how much time had necessarily been consumed. I saw a glow of light out on the desert, then caught a glimpse of headlights that came and went as a car alternately dipped down into the hollows, then climbed back to high ground. It was coming fast. Sellers said, "Okay, pint-size, we're done here." "Not for a minute," I told him. "Stick around. I want a witness." "To what?" he asked. "To what's going to happen," I told him. The car made a skidding turn into the property, throwing up a cloud of sand. It was braked to a stop. The lights went out, and I saw Coming's big figure climbing stiffly out from behind the steering wheel. I walked forward to meet him. "What the hell's the idea. Lam?" he asked indignantly. I said, "I've located Mrs. Wells. That's all." He looked past me to the little group of men that were coiling up ropes, taking down the tripod, and then his eyes lit on Wanda Warren. He took long strides, reaching her side. "Well, hello, my dear! How are you?" he said. "I feel I know you. I saw your picture in the paper, you know." Wanda felt such a relief at finding someone who was willing to fall for her personality that she turned it on with a rush. "Oh, did you indeed?" she said, smiling up at him and blinking her eyes. "You're making a mistake. Corning," I said. "What the devil do you mean?" he asked over his shoulder. I said, "That's not Mrs. Wells. That's Wanda Warren." He looked around and said, "She's the only woman here." I pointed to the place where the blanket covered the canvas sling. "No, she isn't," I said. "Here's Yyonne Clymer, sometimes known as Yvonne Wells." I went over and jerked back the blanket before anyone thought to stop me. The cool, even temperature at the bottom of the well had retarded putrefaction somewhat, but the body was nude and bloated. Lawton C. Corning took one look at the death-distorted features, staggered off to the outer rim of darkness and became ill. I left him retching. Sellers came over to me. "Where's Wells?" he asked. I "shrugged my shoulders. "Come on," he said. I walked with him over to Wanda Warren. "Where's Wells?" he said. She shook her head. "Don't shake your head at me," Sellers said "I'll slap you in the can on being an accessory to murder. Where's Drury Wells?" "Honestly," she said, "I don't know. All I know is that he's a part-owner in the model agency. Perhaps Norwalk Lykens can tell you. I can't." "When did you see him last?" "A couple of days ago. He told me what to do, gave me specific instructions and a key to the place." I said to Sellers, "I think we can find him." "How?" Sellers asked. "Come on," I said, "and I'll show you." I walked over to where Lawton Corning was stumbling toward his car. He opened the door of the car, fumbled in the glove compartment, pulled out a flask and took a big slug. You can come into my office tomorrow and settle up," I said. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, screwed the top back on the flask. "Settle up for what?" "For finding Yvonne Clymer." He looked at me as though I'd hit him in the stomach. "Why you double-crossing shyster! I can't do business with a corpse!" "Your contract doesn't say anything about finding her alive. You were the one who was laughing at me. I told you, you could die laughing. Keep laughtag but be in my office in the morning and bring your checkbook." I'll bring my lawyer," he blazed. "Bring a good one," I told him. "You'll need one." "You're damned right I will," he said. "And when he gets, done talking with you, you won't feel so damned smart" Graduates From Army School. Airman Matlock was selected for this training as the result of being one of the top enlisted men in his present organization, the 5th Field Maintenance Squadron. The 5th Field Maintenance Squadron is one of the key support units of the 5th Bombardment Wing, one of the Strategic Air Command's safe-guard to American Peace. Equipped with giant B-35 intercontinental bombers, capable of retaliating against a enemy any where in the world, the 5th Wing relys on units such as Airman Matlock's to keep them ready to fly at all times, and to help maintain their policy of "Security Through Global Air Power." The Travis NCO School is designed to present young airmen with the necessary knowledge to prepare them for the non-com ranks. Subjects taught are drill and and ceremonies, management, public speaking and various other leadership courses. Airman Matlock resides with his wife, the former Patricia Davis of Highland Park, Mich., and their three children, Romona, age 3, Hayman Jr., 2, and Dwight 1 at 329 Holly Vallejo, California. Mitchell Asks to President Eisenhower's firm and decisive action at Little Rock. Because the law has been upheld Negro children are going to school at Central High unattended, and another turn on the long road Upward has been made." Potofsky declared the status of Negroes in the South "is going to undergo a change, primarily because of the industrialization and urbanization of the South." 1. What one-time Manassas principal was once coach of Booker T. Washington's football team? 2. What high school has won more grid, championships than any other? 3. What high school was the last, to enter the Memphis prep football dague? 4. When did Manassas become a prep league basketball foe? 5. What high school has won only six league football games since 1951? Nursery Bowl Game Set For December 5 The 10th annual Nursery Bowl Game has been re-scheduled for Thursday night December 5 at Melrose Stadium. The game was orginally set for 'November 13, but was postponed because of rain Melrose was scheduled to play Carver High of Tupelo, Miss. The game now will be for the State Prep Football Championship, and will pit Melrose against cither Howard of Chattanooga or Carver High of Columbia. Tenn. Howard and Carver High were winners in their respective districts, and play this week for the regional title. The Nursery Bowl Game is sponsered by the Orange Mound Civic Club with proceeds going to the support of the Orange Mound Day Nursery, which cares for the childten of working mothers of the community. Gordon Sets Grant Reid Grants fur study abroad. Mr. Gordon plans to travel in several countries in Africa, inoluding Ghana, Nigeria. Southern Rhodesia, Kenya, Morocco and Algeria in North Africa. His tour will last for a year or less. Reid Grants, established by Ogden Reid', the late editor and pubUsher of the New York Herald Tribune, arc awarded to active journalists who show qualities for leadership and ability. Each grant involves $5,000 plus travel expenses for the study period which begins after January 1, 1958. Editor Gordon, the only Negro named for the grant was a Neiman Fellow at Harvard during 1952-53. He served as a resource person on the International Seminar at Harvard he is a graduate of LeMoyne College of Memphis, Tennnessee and received the M. A. de gree at, New York University. Besides his position editor at the World, Mr. Gordon, has been active in civic and social organizations and has" headed several driven for the community. He and his wife the former Miss Anne Jackson, reside al, 92 Bur bank Drive. S. W., with their three sons. William, Jr., David, and Anthony. White Woman ter of integration. I know that the policy-making assemblies of various denominations have takenstands against segregation, but far too many of the individual church leaders and laymen- are turning their heads away from this moral issue as if it would cease to exist if not confronted. It is almost too late for the church to meet the challenge of proving to those outside its doctrine, both at home and abroad, that it stands up for and practices all that it expounds.. "I cannot but believe that a great many people feel the way I do bu are afraid of outside pressures in their daily lives, open strife within the church, and the less of friendship and prestige." "I am white, with centuries of Virginia ancestry behind me and have lived in Norfolk my entire Ife. All of his makes me aware of the vital need now for every thinking felling southern to concentrate not on time and emotion wasting resistance to the inevitable but on how the change can best be made without strife and heartache and without depriving anyone, Negro or white, of his right for health, education and individual human dignity and freedom.