Memphis World
Memphis World Publishing Co.
1956-05-22
Raymond F. Tisby

A Farm Problem solution
The one sure shot, equitable, support price solution to the present plight of today's farmers has been largely overlooked
by Congress. It is the suggestion that Congress provide for 100
per cent price supports for Government which is helping many farmers, and then lesser supports for large and larger numbers
of acres.
In other words, for the small farmer who plants only five
acres of a certain crop, he would receive one hundred per cent
parity price support from the Government, if he followed the
Government's acreage allotment program. On his next five acres
— taking five as an example he might receive ninety per cent
parity price support and so on.
In this way, the total planting of a certain crop would easily
be controlled, since support for the larger farmer would not
make it profitable for him to over produce or for him to take
advantage of the Agriculture Department's price support opera
tions to the tune of fifty or one hundred thousands dollars, as
many big farmers have done in recent years.
This program, however, would allow the little farmer to
maintain himself, and his family, and stay in operation. Whereas,
the little farmer and would not suffer the loss of his livelihood, the
large former might have to diversify, or might even have to put
a few hundred acres into the Soil. Bank program.
We have no objection to the soil Bank program, but we think
it should be coupled with a sliding scale of parity price support
as outlined above. Only in this way can the small farmer be
assured of equitable treatment, and of a livelihood, and certainly
this is not too much for the small farmer the backbone of our
rural communities — to expect from his government.

Moderation Wins In Florida
It is gratifying to us to note the results of the florid Demo
cratic Primary recently held for the Governorship. There were several 
candidates in the contest and some held-what we consider
extreme views bordering on defiance of the Supreme Court
decision on segregation. But incumbent Governor Leroy Collins won
handsomely with a moderate position on segregation. He admittedly 
was opposed to the court action on school segregation
but has not taken any extreme position.
We are reliably informed that the winner of the nomination
which is tantamount to election in that state had the support of
the overwhelming majority of the Negro voters in the sunshine
state. This fact confirms that we have observed in other southern
states, including this one, as a rule the members of our race have
shown the intelligence to support those candidates which are
most tolerant in their racial views.
In spite of tolerant candidate. now and then we
must continue the policy of supporting principle rather than expediency 
and sooner or later our votes plus a sufficient number
of white votes will form a majority that will put politics in this
section on a higher plane and place this section in a more influential 
position in national affairs.
Reports state that Governor Collins as the Democratic nominee 
will have opposition in the November election by a Republican
candidate for the governorship. And while we congratulate the
present governor in his victory in primary we at the same time
think it is a good thing that there will be a contest by the two
major political parties in the general election. Our firm conviction
is that the development of a two-party system in the South as
speedily as possible is to the best interest of all the citizens
Florida was one of four Southern states which went Republican
in 1952. So this November may demonstrate on interesting two
party contest for the governorship of Florid.

An American Reality
America's largest minority the Negro has been told to "adjust
sights to new realities" of opportunity.
The recommendation grew out of a recent study by Dr. Eli
Ginzberg, director of the Conservation of Human Resources Project
set up by President Eisenhower in 1950 where he was the president 
of Columbia University.
Dr. Ginzberg was assisted by experts in his study and all
have come to the conclusion that economics is the big key that
will assist in unlocking the door to opportunities for the American
Negro. These experts give for examples, the manpower shortage
during World War II, when, by necessity, were pulled
into the stream of production because the country needed skill
and manpower. They also mentioned more recent steps, such as
integration into the armed forces.
Such are examples which have had a profound impact or
the country's economy as a whole. And there are remaining

needs, which will aside from helping the Negro, will help America
as a whole in its full utilization of a basic resource.
First of all, industry must increase its willingness to train
and promote Negroes on the basic of their potential skills. Color
should not be a criteria on which to base productive know how.
Political outocracy should be divorced from our educational
system, and youngsters should be allowed to attend the schools
where they can get the best type of training to equip them for
future work. Good training is essential for competing in a growing
complex society.
Negroes have known this story for a long time. Although
he research project was well timed, the findings should be directed 
to those elements blind to the fundamental meaning and
concepts of the true American ideal. An answer to this whole
question can best be answered in words of Abraham Lincoln:
"Those who deny freedom to others deserve it not for themselves, 
and under a just God, cannot long retain it."

REVIEWING
THE NEWS
By WILLIAM GOIDON
Managing Editor, Atlanta Doily World
Searching through the shelves of a big eastern university library 
a couple of years back, I ran across a book whose title slips
me for the moment. What still stand's out in mind is the story
the author attempted to tell about the old South.
The book was written immediately following the Civil War,
and there were tales of bloodshed, horror, lynchings of the me—
brutal type, and down right murder of innocent people. It took
nerve to read if, but put of its pages flowed not only the blood
of innocent people, but a revelation of the kind of mentality one
faced in a region' badly sick from the war.
Naturally, that part concerning Negroes concerned me most.
And I can still see through these pages, the rise of the Ku Klux
Klan. By reading the book, one could almost feel the bite of
frost in the fields, the moonlit nights of winter and fear and hysteria 
that gripped the area in those days of social change.
The stories came to life again when I sat a few days ago
and listened to the talk of an outstanding educator, born during
this period. There was even some personal experience about these
incidents, and one can imagine what was told him by his parents.
But history of the South has not been all horror and bloodshed, 
discrimination and segregation, but also some love and
affection, decency and understanding. He gave testimony to this
when he spoke of Negro education.
"There were women," he said, while women, "some of them
with Southern background, who in the face of insults tried to
bring education to Negroes." There were also women from the
North, the cast who came here, not for the money involved, but
for what they could contribute toward humanity.
There were Southerners, many of them, who shared the view
of northerners in their fight against ignorance. There were many
whites, even during the days of the Klan, who knew that to
enslave the Negro, meant enslavement for whites also. There
are many more today, and the list continues to increase.
But the most revealing thing is what those early educators
faced when they went out to teach Negroes.
One passage in this book says, there were women, some of
them young who, the moment they revealed their intentions, were
completely ostracized from white society. The humilities, the insults
and indignities they suffered were without parallel. Yet they
stuck in the fight.
Then there were other Southerners, the famous Supreme
Court Justice Harlan, who knew, even in his day that racial
segregation and the bigotry that follows, are of line with democritic 
principles.
One must not overlook Thomas Jefferson, who worked and
fought to release his native South from the chains of a slave system. 

And even today, as the educator pointed out there were three
Supreme Court Justices whose views were foremost in denouncing
social segregation in the segregation cases. Among these was
Justice Black of Alabama whose heritage from the black belt of
he state he represents, has not tainted his views on the value
and worth of the human being.
One could go on and talk about other Southerners, who know
that the day is long past when men should be judged on the basis
of color. There are many who know that the present climate of
change, is universal in scope — that men and women, all over the
world ore looking to that day when they can share in an atmosphere 
of complete freedom. If there is a greater emphasis, on color
today in terms of a criteria, it involves more than a billion people
of the darker races. These, and Negroes in the South have one
thing in common: They wont freedom. And the Southerners will
play a large part in seeing that they get it.

Southerners Have Played A Part ...
By WILLIAM GOIDON
Managing Editor, Atlanta Doily World
Searching through the shelves of a big eastern university library 
a couple of years back, I ran across a book whose title slips
me for the moment. What still stand's out in mind is the story
the author attempted to tell about the old South.
The book was written immediately following the Civil War,
and there were tales of bloodshed, horror, lynchings of the me—
brutal type, and down right murder of innocent people. It took
nerve to read if, but put of its pages flowed not only the blood
of innocent people, but a revelation of the kind of mentality one
faced in a region' badly sick from the war.
Naturally, that part concerning Negroes concerned me most.
And I can still see through these pages, the rise of the Ku Klux
Klan. By reading the book, one could almost feel the bite of
frost in the fields, the moonlit nights of winter and fear and hysteria 
that gripped the area in those days of social change.
The stories came to life again when I sat a few days ago
and listened to the talk of an outstanding educator, born during
this period. There was even some personal experience about these
incidents, and one can imagine what was told him by his parents.
But history of the South has not been all horror and bloodshed, 
discrimination and segregation, but also some love and
affection, decency and understanding. He gave testimony to this
when he spoke of Negro education.
"There were women," he said, while women, "some of them
with Southern background, who in the face of insults tried to
bring education to Negroes." There were also women from the
North, the cast who came here, not for the money involved, but
for what they could contribute toward humanity.
There were Southerners, many of them, who shared the view
of northerners in their fight against ignorance. There were many
whites, even during the days of the Klan, who knew that to
enslave the Negro, meant enslavement for whites also. There
are many more today, and the list continues to increase.
But the most revealing thing is what those early educators
faced when they went out to teach Negroes.
One passage in this book says, there were women, some of
them young who, the moment they revealed their intentions, were
completely ostracized from white society. The humilities, the insults
and indignities they suffered were without parallel. Yet they
stuck in the fight.
Then there were other Southerners, the famous Supreme
Court Justice Harlan, who knew, even in his day that racial
segregation and the bigotry that follows, are of line with democritic 
principles.
One must not overlook Thomas Jefferson, who worked and
fought to release his native South from the chains of a slave system. 

And even today, as the educator pointed out there were three
Supreme Court Justices whose views were foremost in denouncing
social segregation in the segregation cases. Among these was
Justice Black of Alabama whose heritage from the black belt of
he state he represents, has not tainted his views on the value
and worth of the human being.
One could go on and talk about other Southerners, who know
that the day is long past when men should be judged on the basis
of color. There are many who know that the present climate of
change, is universal in scope — that men and women, all over the
world ore looking to that day when they can share in an atmosphere 
of complete freedom. If there is a greater emphasis, on color
today in terms of a criteria, it involves more than a billion people
of the darker races. These, and Negroes in the South have one
thing in common: They wont freedom. And the Southerners will
play a large part in seeing that they get it.

Two Negroes
Appointed
Deputies
Sheriff Ralph Grimes announced
Saturday that two newly appointed
Negro deputies have been added to
his roster.
The new deputies are Thomas A.
Robinson, 226 Raymond St., S. W.
and Alexander Beatty, 239 Lake Ave.
N. W. They began work as guards
over prisoners at the Country Jail
on May 1st, sheriff Grimes said.
The appointments raise to the total 
of Negro deputies to four. The
first hired were Willie Lee Armour,
488 Auburn Ave., N.E. and Vaskers
McKinney, 136 Stafford St., S. W.
both of whom began work last June.
In announcing the new appointments 
Sheriff Grimes pointed out
that the two deputies that preceeded 
the more recently hired sheriffs
are doing a good job," thus more
than justifying the additional hirings. 

He said the Negro deputies are assigned 
to guard prisoners on the
fifth floor of the country jail and
do any other duties to which they
may be assigned.

Gammon To
Graduate
20 Students
The largest number of students
in the history of the school will receive 
the Bachelor of Divinity Degree 
at Gammon Theological Seminary 
combined Baccularate and
Commencement exercise on Sunday 
afternoon May 20, at 4 P. M.
"Dr. Harry V. Richardson, president 
of the seminary said in an inter
view yesterday.
"Nineteen young men will get their
Bachelors Decree and in addition
one. Will receive the Master's degree
in Sacred Theology."
"This particular class is one of the
most talented in recent years. Their
scholastic ability has been outstanding, 
and they have made many achievements 
in practical fields since
being at Gammon. Most of the students 
in this years graduating class
are already in the active pastorate.
While in the Seminary they have
served as social workers, recerational
directaors YMCA leaders, associate
pastors of various churches, as well
as church school instructors and
youth directors." Dr. Richardson
stated.
Five members of the class will receive 
special awards for meritorious
achievments.
Through the years Gammon has
producer men and women of the
highest calibre. Some of the nations
foremost leaders are graduates of
Gammon.
This year for the first time the
Bacculaureate and Commencement
exercises are being combined into
one servoice in Sunday afternoon at
four. The public is cordially invited.

Decatur Army
Chaplain Is
Promoted
FORT DIX-Army Chap. Herbert
McClain. Son of H. L. McClain, 357
Robin Street, Decatur, Ga., serving
with the chaplain section at this
large infantry basic training center 
has been promoted to captain.
A chaplain's assistant in Italy
ans Sicily during world war II,
he continued his religious education 
in the post war years and received 
his degree at Johnson C.
Smith University in Charlotte, N.
c. He returned to the Army chaplain's 
corps in March, 1952, and
before coming to Dix early in 1954,
he was assigned to the seventh Infantry 
Division in Korea.
Among his awards are the Meritorious 
Unit citation and several
campaign medals. He is a member
of the Alpha phi Omega and phi
Beta sigma Fraternities and the
Association of Military chaplains.

Billion Dollars
Foreign Aid
Request Denied
President 
Eisenhower's request for
authority to make long-term foreign
aid commitments totalling one billion 
dollars was rejected thursday
by the House Foreign Affairs Committee. 

The committee approved instead
a statement of policy pledging Amer
ican support "to free nations and
peoples" as long as international
Communism endangers the world.
The policy statement was sponsored 
by Committee Chairman Jas.
P. Richards (D) S. C. The statement 
declares that it shall be
American policy to continue, as
long as the Communist danger persists, 
to make available to free
nations and peoples upon request
assistance of such nature and in
such amounts as the U. S. is able
to provide."
The President had sought authority 
to make commitments of 100
million dollars annually over a 10year 
period to provide economic
aid to foreign nations. These agree
ments would have been made to
furnish aid for long-term projects,
such as the construction of dams
power projects, reclamation work,
etc.
But the committee declined to

give him a free hand in committing 
the U. S. in this matter over
the next decades. Richards pointed
out that no Congress can bind another 
to continue to furnish funds
for foreign aid, but also emphasized
that Congress has confined to do
so for more than eight years.

GREATEST VENTRILOQUIST ACT OF THE CENTURY
WE ALL WERE MIGHTY
HAPPY UNTIL WE WERE
INTERFERED WITH...WEREN'T WE?
YES, SUH!

THE QUICKSILVER POOL
Newly married Lora accompanies her
husband Wade Tyler to his family
home on Staten island after nursing him
back to health from a serious wound he
received while fighting as a Union
soldier. She meets Wade's autocratic
mother. Amanda Tyler and Jemmy.
son of Wade and his dead first wife.
Virginia. Wade forbids Lora to walk
up the hill near the house but offers no
explanation. Amanda attempts unsuccessfully 
to forbid Jemmy to call Lora
Lorie. Another rift develops between
the bride and her mother-in-law when
Amanda informs her that Wade is still
in love with Virginia.
AS LORA went down the hall
she saw the library door closing
just ahead of her and she pulled it
open and walked in. Here, too, the
shutters had been drawn and portiers 
swung across the windows to
shut out any semblance of daylight. 
But at least a fire had been
lighted and a lamp burned in the
center of a table.
Jemmy might well have been
eaves-dropping, for he looked
guilty when he saw her face. He
picked up a book and scurried to
the red damask sofa before the
hearth, where he curled up pretending 
to bury himself in the
story.
Lora went straight to the portieres 
and flung them aside. Then
she opened a window, thrust back
the shutters and fastened them before 
closing it again. The outside
world was bright with sunlight.
Jemmy ceased his pretense of
reading and came softly, to stand
beside her and look into the brilliant 
outdoors. A few sparrows
hopped about the neglected garden
and, as he and Lora watched, a
small rabbit scuttled across the
drive disappeared in a clump of
bushes. Jemmy's voice was no
more than a whisper.
"Don't you suppose God is out
there, too, even on Sundays?" he
asked.
Lora looked down at him for a
moment. Then she put her two
hands on his shoulders, and this
time he did not wriggle away.
"Let's go out there and see." she
said. "Let's go right away and
find out."
He looked at her with a mingling 
of fear and hope in his eyes.
Then he nodded solemnly.
They put on their coals and
went outside without a word to
anyone. Jemmy were a striped
stocking cap, a red muffler and
red mittens which brightened him
up considerably. He had turned
into a surprising dynamo of excitement 
and Lora tried to quiet
him by making the adventure
seem as natural as possible. She
wanted him to have no sense of
wrong-doing about this. They be
longed 
outside on the bright day
of grace that had been given them
before full winter set in. She did
not hold with any notion that respect 
to the Lord could only be
shown through moping indoors.
"Where shall we go?" Jemmy
asked when they had left the
driveway behind them.
"You choose," Lora said, Isn't
there some special place you know
that you'd like to show me?"
He skipped along beside her a
bundle of nervous energy, and
there was a look about him both
speculative and purposeful. Already 
he had turned along Dogwood 
Lane in the direction she had
taken yesterday.
"I know a place," he said. "A
place up there in the woods."
Halfway up the hill and around
a turn in the path they came unexpectedly 
upon a clearing. Here
sloping banks of brown grass led
down to a small lake. On the tar
side birches graced the edge of the
still water, their reflection white
and pencil slim. Beyond was another 
opening where the path
picked up again and wound uphill.
With blue sky above and the sun
high and golden, the surface of the
little pool had a yellow shimmer
which contrasted with drab sursoundings 
like an amethyst set
down upon a brown carpet.
Jemmy ran to the edge of the
water, studying its quiet surface
with a gaze so intent that he
seemed to forget her presence. The
pond was an irregular oval n
shape, curving in fit the sloping
banks, and not far from where
Jemmy stood natural stepping
stones led to a larger mound of
rock that rose dry and brown well
out in the water.
Lora went to stand beside him.
"What a heavenly quirt spot. It
must be beautiful in spring when
the woods are in leaf and the grass
is green. It's so still and lonely
and secret. A lovely place to
dream."
For some reason Jemmy shivered. 
It's awfully deep," he said
"Higher even than my father's
head. But when there's a breeze
the water's not like glass the way
it is now. You should see it when
there are little moving crinkles all
across it. Mama said it looked like
quicksilver then."
Moving quietly, with the strange
tenseness upon him, he edged along
the left bank of the pool to where
the stepping stones began, his attention 
fixed upon the big rock.
"Sometimes turtles come out on
the rocks in the sun and you can
catch them. All my turtles came
form here."
There was so strained a note in
his voice that Lora glanced at him
anxiously. Perhaps he should not
come here where he had been happy 
with his mother. She wished
she could find some way to comfort 
him, and knew helplessly that
there wase no way. Like herself,
Jemmy could only wait for the
healing of time.
He turned suddenly toward her
and she saw bow pale he was and
how the blue of his eyes had darkened. 
His lips trembled and he
had to tighten them fiercely before 
he could speak.
"Do you think I Killed my mother?" 
he demanded.
Lora gasped and stared at him,
shocked into silence.
"She couldn't swim," he said,
looking back at the water "She
fell into this pool and was drowned.
And maybe it was my fault. Maybe
I killed her."
Lora found her voice with an
effort. "Of course you didn't
Jemmy! Why should you ever
think such a foolish thing?"
"I got my feet wet when I
shouldn't have," he went on, his
tone dull. "I catch cold real easy,
so Mama put me to bed and she
stayed with me reading most all
day. But in the afternoon she
wanted to go for a walk, so she
said she would come up here and
see if she could find me a new
turtle. Because King Arthur had
died and I thought Guinevere was
lonely. But when the wind blows
and those rocks get wet and
mucky from the pond, they can be
awfully slippery. So that's what
must have happened. She was trying 
to reach for a turtle when she
fell for the big rock into the deep
part. She never came home. And
after a while Papa went to look
for her."
He stopped desolately and Lora
dropped to her knees and caught
him to her, muffling his words
against her breast. "Don't," she
whispered. "Jemmy dear, you
mustn't ever, ever think such a
terrible thing again. If she slipped,
then it was the slippery rock that
was to blame—not anything war
back like your cold, or even you
wanting a turtle."
He pushed away from her, but
not fiercely as he had once before.
Now he wanted only to search her
face, perhaps to find in it something 
that would free him fromsecret 
torture, make him believe.
But even as she looked at him she
thought in pity of Wade coming up
through these woods to find Virginia 
. . . No wonder he had not
wanted Lora to come here.


SYNOPSIS
Newly married Lora accompanies her
husband Wade Tyler to his family
home on Staten island after nursing him
back to health from a serious wound he
received while fighting as a Union
soldier. She meets Wade's autocratic
mother. Amanda Tyler and Jemmy.
son of Wade and his dead first wife.
Virginia. Wade forbids Lora to walk
up the hill near the house but offers no
explanation. Amanda attempts unsuccessfully 
to forbid Jemmy to call Lora
Lorie. Another rift develops between
the bride and her mother-in-law when
Amanda informs her that Wade is still
in love with Virginia.
AS LORA went down the hall
she saw the library door closing
just ahead of her and she pulled it
open and walked in. Here, too, the
shutters had been drawn and portiers 
swung across the windows to
shut out any semblance of daylight. 
But at least a fire had been
lighted and a lamp burned in the
center of a table.
Jemmy might well have been
eaves-dropping, for he looked
guilty when he saw her face. He
picked up a book and scurried to
the red damask sofa before the
hearth, where he curled up pretending 
to bury himself in the
story.
Lora went straight to the portieres 
and flung them aside. Then
she opened a window, thrust back
the shutters and fastened them before 
closing it again. The outside
world was bright with sunlight.
Jemmy ceased his pretense of
reading and came softly, to stand
beside her and look into the brilliant 
outdoors. A few sparrows
hopped about the neglected garden
and, as he and Lora watched, a
small rabbit scuttled across the
drive disappeared in a clump of
bushes. Jemmy's voice was no
more than a whisper.
"Don't you suppose God is out
there, too, even on Sundays?" he
asked.
Lora looked down at him for a
moment. Then she put her two
hands on his shoulders, and this
time he did not wriggle away.
"Let's go out there and see." she
said. "Let's go right away and
find out."
He looked at her with a mingling 
of fear and hope in his eyes.
Then he nodded solemnly.
They put on their coals and
went outside without a word to
anyone. Jemmy were a striped
stocking cap, a red muffler and
red mittens which brightened him
up considerably. He had turned
into a surprising dynamo of excitement 
and Lora tried to quiet
him by making the adventure
seem as natural as possible. She
wanted him to have no sense of
wrong-doing about this. They be
longed 
outside on the bright day
of grace that had been given them
before full winter set in. She did
not hold with any notion that respect 
to the Lord could only be
shown through moping indoors.
"Where shall we go?" Jemmy
asked when they had left the
driveway behind them.
"You choose," Lora said, Isn't
there some special place you know
that you'd like to show me?"
He skipped along beside her a
bundle of nervous energy, and
there was a look about him both
speculative and purposeful. Already 
he had turned along Dogwood 
Lane in the direction she had
taken yesterday.
"I know a place," he said. "A
place up there in the woods."
Halfway up the hill and around
a turn in the path they came unexpectedly 
upon a clearing. Here
sloping banks of brown grass led
down to a small lake. On the tar
side birches graced the edge of the
still water, their reflection white
and pencil slim. Beyond was another 
opening where the path
picked up again and wound uphill.
With blue sky above and the sun
high and golden, the surface of the
little pool had a yellow shimmer
which contrasted with drab sursoundings 
like an amethyst set
down upon a brown carpet.
Jemmy ran to the edge of the
water, studying its quiet surface
with a gaze so intent that he
seemed to forget her presence. The
pond was an irregular oval n
shape, curving in fit the sloping
banks, and not far from where
Jemmy stood natural stepping
stones led to a larger mound of
rock that rose dry and brown well
out in the water.
Lora went to stand beside him.
"What a heavenly quirt spot. It
must be beautiful in spring when
the woods are in leaf and the grass
is green. It's so still and lonely
and secret. A lovely place to
dream."
For some reason Jemmy shivered. 
It's awfully deep," he said
"Higher even than my father's
head. But when there's a breeze
the water's not like glass the way
it is now. You should see it when
there are little moving crinkles all
across it. Mama said it looked like
quicksilver then."
Moving quietly, with the strange
tenseness upon him, he edged along
the left bank of the pool to where
the stepping stones began, his attention 
fixed upon the big rock.
"Sometimes turtles come out on
the rocks in the sun and you can
catch them. All my turtles came
form here."
There was so strained a note in
his voice that Lora glanced at him
anxiously. Perhaps he should not
come here where he had been happy 
with his mother. She wished
she could find some way to comfort 
him, and knew helplessly that
there wase no way. Like herself,
Jemmy could only wait for the
healing of time.
He turned suddenly toward her
and she saw bow pale he was and
how the blue of his eyes had darkened. 
His lips trembled and he
had to tighten them fiercely before 
he could speak.
"Do you think I Killed my mother?" 
he demanded.
Lora gasped and stared at him,
shocked into silence.
"She couldn't swim," he said,
looking back at the water "She
fell into this pool and was drowned.
And maybe it was my fault. Maybe
I killed her."
Lora found her voice with an
effort. "Of course you didn't
Jemmy! Why should you ever
think such a foolish thing?"
"I got my feet wet when I
shouldn't have," he went on, his
tone dull. "I catch cold real easy,
so Mama put me to bed and she
stayed with me reading most all
day. But in the afternoon she
wanted to go for a walk, so she
said she would come up here and
see if she could find me a new
turtle. Because King Arthur had
died and I thought Guinevere was
lonely. But when the wind blows
and those rocks get wet and
mucky from the pond, they can be
awfully slippery. So that's what
must have happened. She was trying 
to reach for a turtle when she
fell for the big rock into the deep
part. She never came home. And
after a while Papa went to look
for her."
He stopped desolately and Lora
dropped to her knees and caught
him to her, muffling his words
against her breast. "Don't," she
whispered. "Jemmy dear, you
mustn't ever, ever think such a
terrible thing again. If she slipped,
then it was the slippery rock that
was to blame—not anything war
back like your cold, or even you
wanting a turtle."
He pushed away from her, but
not fiercely as he had once before.
Now he wanted only to search her
face, perhaps to find in it something 
that would free him fromsecret 
torture, make him believe.
But even as she looked at him she
thought in pity of Wade coming up
through these woods to find Virginia 
. . . No wonder he had not
wanted Lora to come here.


CHAPTER FIVE
Newly married Lora accompanies her
husband Wade Tyler to his family
home on Staten island after nursing him
back to health from a serious wound he
received while fighting as a Union
soldier. She meets Wade's autocratic
mother. Amanda Tyler and Jemmy.
son of Wade and his dead first wife.
Virginia. Wade forbids Lora to walk
up the hill near the house but offers no
explanation. Amanda attempts unsuccessfully 
to forbid Jemmy to call Lora
Lorie. Another rift develops between
the bride and her mother-in-law when
Amanda informs her that Wade is still
in love with Virginia.
AS LORA went down the hall
she saw the library door closing
just ahead of her and she pulled it
open and walked in. Here, too, the
shutters had been drawn and portiers 
swung across the windows to
shut out any semblance of daylight. 
But at least a fire had been
lighted and a lamp burned in the
center of a table.
Jemmy might well have been
eaves-dropping, for he looked
guilty when he saw her face. He
picked up a book and scurried to
the red damask sofa before the
hearth, where he curled up pretending 
to bury himself in the
story.
Lora went straight to the portieres 
and flung them aside. Then
she opened a window, thrust back
the shutters and fastened them before 
closing it again. The outside
world was bright with sunlight.
Jemmy ceased his pretense of
reading and came softly, to stand
beside her and look into the brilliant 
outdoors. A few sparrows
hopped about the neglected garden
and, as he and Lora watched, a
small rabbit scuttled across the
drive disappeared in a clump of
bushes. Jemmy's voice was no
more than a whisper.
"Don't you suppose God is out
there, too, even on Sundays?" he
asked.
Lora looked down at him for a
moment. Then she put her two
hands on his shoulders, and this
time he did not wriggle away.
"Let's go out there and see." she
said. "Let's go right away and
find out."
He looked at her with a mingling 
of fear and hope in his eyes.
Then he nodded solemnly.
They put on their coals and
went outside without a word to
anyone. Jemmy were a striped
stocking cap, a red muffler and
red mittens which brightened him
up considerably. He had turned
into a surprising dynamo of excitement 
and Lora tried to quiet
him by making the adventure
seem as natural as possible. She
wanted him to have no sense of
wrong-doing about this. They be
longed 
outside on the bright day
of grace that had been given them
before full winter set in. She did
not hold with any notion that respect 
to the Lord could only be
shown through moping indoors.
"Where shall we go?" Jemmy
asked when they had left the
driveway behind them.
"You choose," Lora said, Isn't
there some special place you know
that you'd like to show me?"
He skipped along beside her a
bundle of nervous energy, and
there was a look about him both
speculative and purposeful. Already 
he had turned along Dogwood 
Lane in the direction she had
taken yesterday.
"I know a place," he said. "A
place up there in the woods."
Halfway up the hill and around
a turn in the path they came unexpectedly 
upon a clearing. Here
sloping banks of brown grass led
down to a small lake. On the tar
side birches graced the edge of the
still water, their reflection white
and pencil slim. Beyond was another 
opening where the path
picked up again and wound uphill.
With blue sky above and the sun
high and golden, the surface of the
little pool had a yellow shimmer
which contrasted with drab sursoundings 
like an amethyst set
down upon a brown carpet.
Jemmy ran to the edge of the
water, studying its quiet surface
with a gaze so intent that he
seemed to forget her presence. The
pond was an irregular oval n
shape, curving in fit the sloping
banks, and not far from where
Jemmy stood natural stepping
stones led to a larger mound of
rock that rose dry and brown well
out in the water.
Lora went to stand beside him.
"What a heavenly quirt spot. It
must be beautiful in spring when
the woods are in leaf and the grass
is green. It's so still and lonely
and secret. A lovely place to
dream."
For some reason Jemmy shivered. 
It's awfully deep," he said
"Higher even than my father's
head. But when there's a breeze
the water's not like glass the way
it is now. You should see it when
there are little moving crinkles all
across it. Mama said it looked like
quicksilver then."
Moving quietly, with the strange
tenseness upon him, he edged along
the left bank of the pool to where
the stepping stones began, his attention 
fixed upon the big rock.
"Sometimes turtles come out on
the rocks in the sun and you can
catch them. All my turtles came
form here."
There was so strained a note in
his voice that Lora glanced at him
anxiously. Perhaps he should not
come here where he had been happy 
with his mother. She wished
she could find some way to comfort 
him, and knew helplessly that
there wase no way. Like herself,
Jemmy could only wait for the
healing of time.
He turned suddenly toward her
and she saw bow pale he was and
how the blue of his eyes had darkened. 
His lips trembled and he
had to tighten them fiercely before 
he could speak.
"Do you think I Killed my mother?" 
he demanded.
Lora gasped and stared at him,
shocked into silence.
"She couldn't swim," he said,
looking back at the water "She
fell into this pool and was drowned.
And maybe it was my fault. Maybe
I killed her."
Lora found her voice with an
effort. "Of course you didn't
Jemmy! Why should you ever
think such a foolish thing?"
"I got my feet wet when I
shouldn't have," he went on, his
tone dull. "I catch cold real easy,
so Mama put me to bed and she
stayed with me reading most all
day. But in the afternoon she
wanted to go for a walk, so she
said she would come up here and
see if she could find me a new
turtle. Because King Arthur had
died and I thought Guinevere was
lonely. But when the wind blows
and those rocks get wet and
mucky from the pond, they can be
awfully slippery. So that's what
must have happened. She was trying 
to reach for a turtle when she
fell for the big rock into the deep
part. She never came home. And
after a while Papa went to look
for her."
He stopped desolately and Lora
dropped to her knees and caught
him to her, muffling his words
against her breast. "Don't," she
whispered. "Jemmy dear, you
mustn't ever, ever think such a
terrible thing again. If she slipped,
then it was the slippery rock that
was to blame—not anything war
back like your cold, or even you
wanting a turtle."
He pushed away from her, but
not fiercely as he had once before.
Now he wanted only to search her
face, perhaps to find in it something 
that would free him fromsecret 
torture, make him believe.
But even as she looked at him she
thought in pity of Wade coming up
through these woods to find Virginia 
. . . No wonder he had not
wanted Lora to come here.


Tour Of Carnival

cranival without suckers? Come to
think of it, they might take some
of the fun out of the festivity, so,
so much for that.


FUN FOR ALL

cranival without suckers? Come to
think of it, they might take some
of the fun out of the festivity, so,
so much for that.


Science Research
Program Planned
At Tenn. State
NASHVILLE– Tennessee State
University is one of 38 universities
and other research laboratories
conducting a program of research
assistantships fo high school general 
science, biology, chemistry,
and physics teachers this summer.
The Future Scientists of America 
Foundation, National Science
Teachers Association. Washington,
D. C. is sponsoring this summer
research opportunity at Tennessee
State beginning June 4 according
to Dr. W. N. Jackson who heads
the university's science education
program.
The assistants will spend full or
part-time through the summer
term assisting in the development

of individual projects. Close association 
with research people will
(1) help to bring the assistants upto-date 
on new developments in
science, (2) generate suggestions
for improving science teaching at
all levels. In some cases assistants
may register for one or more courses. 

Selection of assistants will be
based on the applicant's ability to
participate effectively in the routine 
of a research project.

Federal Court

Court-had ruled one way or another
on segregation on intrastate buses"
The South Carolina Gas and
Electric Co., had until today to file
a petition for a rehearing on its
dismissed appeal to the U. S. Supreme 
Court.
Now the case is scheduled to come
up at the June term of the Federal
District Court at Columbia for a
final judgment on the merits of
Miss Flemming's suit for damages.

"Pet Mild Baby Of The Week"

—17-month-old daughter of Rev. and Mrs.
John C. Mickle, 762 Walker.
Little Blanche receives the official "Pet Milk Baby of the
Week" Certificate.
—her proud parents will receive $10 worth of
groceries from their favorite grocer.
If your baby has been fed Pet Evaporated 
Milk — do this; Send baby's
picture (snapshot or photograph)
with baby's name and date of birth
your name and address to Pet Milk
Co., 1590 Arcade Bldg., St. Louis 1.
Mo.
Baby may be any age up to 3 years.
All pictures become the property of
Pet Mild Co., whose choice for the
weekly aware will be final.