Memphis World Memphis World Publishing Co. 1958-01-29 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 564 BEALE—Phone 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 MRS. ROSA BROWN BRACY Public Relations and Advertising SUBSCRIPTION RATES: Year $5.00 — 6 Months $3.00 — 3 Months $1.50 (In Advance) 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. When Will It Cease" Judge Beverly Boushe's revelation last week of "the policedepartment arrests many Negroes without cause and charge them with vagrancy and loitering, did not come as a complete surprise. The big question now is WHEN WILL IT CEASE. Somewhere along the line of police training a- simple lesson should be taught to trainees. Policemen are not the law, but are hired protectors of the law. We think that ever citizen of Memphis, both white and Negro, should aid law enforcing officers to bring criminalsminor and major—before the bar of justice. By the same token each citizen should holler to high-heavens when a person is jailed on trumped-up charges. If a certain racial group can be denied the security-of-person then the malady can be contagious and infect a whole city. Let Memphis police department remove this blot from its otherwise enviable record. In criticizing the police department for such false arrests, Judge Bousche said "it was ridiculous and he was "disturbed" over it. He explained that police had jailed three or four Negroes on such charges last week. One for hitch-hiking a ride to a cotton-picking job in Arkansas, one on a vagrancy charge for standing at a grocery store. He told the judge he did not have a job presently because he was layed-off but he was babysitting while his wife worked, another man who worked at odd-jobs was also arrested for vagrancy. The judge dismissed all of these cases. The judge said the most disturbing thing is that "police will arrest persons and jail them when they had committed no crime." Judge Bouche is to be commended for this stand on law and justice. The President And The Republican Rally In what amounted to a message to this nation, though directed to the Republican party, the President of the United States brought into new focus the picture of a real America at Work. Not only did he praise the party for its achievements, but the whole country at large came in for an ovation for its faith and strict adherence to the principles of peace. In his speech before the fund-raising rally, the President pointed up the strides the country has mode through the administration of the party in the areas of economic advancement and peace for the world. He, received wide applause when he spoke around that, economic phase which involved employment, the cost of living and the lowering of taxes. The country had received in return for its sanity, patience and economy the confidence of the people. A democracy at work would fully summarize the President's message to those assembled around the banquet table of the GOP. There was wide enthusiasm and a further demonstration of faith in the Grand Old Party of Lincoln, Grant, McKinley and Theodore Roosevelt. Thusly, the big kickoff on Monday night was more than a fund-raising gesture. It was a refresher in the faith of our fathers and a gospel of courage to those who would go out and again place the party cause before, the American people as that powerful symbol of justice founded upon freedom's cause and dedicated to the proposition that all men are created equal. KNOW YOUR LIBRARY by MAUDDEAN THOMPSON SEWARD Would you like to find a ShortCut to Distinction? Would you like to read about some Fundamental Techniques in Handling People? For example. "If you want to gather Honey, don't kick over the beehive; The Big secret of dealing with people; He who can do This has the whole world with Him, He who cannot walks a lonely way." Would you like to know six ways to make people like you? Do this and you'll be welcome anywhere A simple way to make a good first impresson; If you don't do this. you are headed for trouble; An easy way to become a good conversationalist; how to interest people: how to make people like you instantly. 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If you want to find out all of these things in order to be a better citizen and friend for others, call by your library today and ask for a copy Dale Carnegie's book, HOW to WIN FRIENDS AND INFLUENCE PEOPLE. 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 rectangle and check every one of your key numbers, left to right. Then read the message the letters under the Chucked figures give you. SEEING and SAYING BY WILLIAM A FOWLKES Managing Editor Atlanta Daily World UP IN VIRGINIA, which historically is supposed to lead the South in gentlemen, a federal court of appeals has turned down the state-constructed laws aimed at organizations in the business of promoting the advancement of the minority people. It was expected, since the whole structure of bans and contrivances to cripple the citizenship desires of Americans of color is against the entire concept of U. S. freedom, justice and opportunity. It is American to organize for one's welfare and advance, especially when it is to promote democracy and Americanism. –o– SINCE MOST OF THE vanguard proposals against public school integration, equality in transportation, library, park and other public facility usage have been declared illegal and unconstitutional, one question is in order. Whither now the retreat from American democracy such as most stales of the Deep South have been espousing since May, 1954! –o– THIS WRITER DOES not believe that the majority of outhern citizens desire violence, chaos and failure of the American system of freedom and government to acieve supermacist aims. Our system of checks and balances guarantees that the voice of the little man and the few will be heard. Hence, the outlawing, of even what seems to be the "will" of the majoritywhen it threatens to trample the minority, or keep them from full citizenship. are to characterize the hope of America — not alone the hope of Negro America — there will continue a trend of deaclaring illegal all the attempts to circumvent the law of the land. Whither then will go the retreat? Whither Now The Retreat? BY WILLIAM A FOWLKES Managing Editor Atlanta Daily World UP IN VIRGINIA, which historically is supposed to lead the South in gentlemen, a federal court of appeals has turned down the state-constructed laws aimed at organizations in the business of promoting the advancement of the minority people. It was expected, since the whole structure of bans and contrivances to cripple the citizenship desires of Americans of color is against the entire concept of U. S. freedom, justice and opportunity. It is American to organize for one's welfare and advance, especially when it is to promote democracy and Americanism. –o– SINCE MOST OF THE vanguard proposals against public school integration, equality in transportation, library, park and other public facility usage have been declared illegal and unconstitutional, one question is in order. Whither now the retreat from American democracy such as most stales of the Deep South have been espousing since May, 1954! –o– THIS WRITER DOES not believe that the majority of outhern citizens desire violence, chaos and failure of the American system of freedom and government to acieve supermacist aims. Our system of checks and balances guarantees that the voice of the little man and the few will be heard. Hence, the outlawing, of even what seems to be the "will" of the majoritywhen it threatens to trample the minority, or keep them from full citizenship. are to characterize the hope of America — not alone the hope of Negro America — there will continue a trend of deaclaring illegal all the attempts to circumvent the law of the land. Whither then will go the retreat? Lumbee Indians Biggest Tribe In Eastern U. S. The Lumbee Indians, who sent a cluster of Ku. Klux Klansmen running for cover a week ago, are the biggest but by no means the only Indian tribe still thriving in the eastern part of the country. Experts estimate that 80,000 peopie east of the Mississippi River still proudly claim Indian ancestry although they no longer live on reservations and have long since buried their tomahawks. The 30,000 Lumbers in North Carolina constitute the largest eastern tribe and the second largest Indian group in the country. The Navajos of Arizona and New Mexico are the most numerous. The history of the Lumbees— who have lost all trace of their Indian customs except pride in their race and who are now tenant farmers is lost in a fascinating legend. In the 1870's a historian noted that they matched names of settlers who formed the first English Colony in America— the famous "Lost Colony" of Roanoke Island— that vanished without a trace in 1587. Ethnologists are inclined to discount the "List Colony" theory. The immediate history of the Lumbees is shrouded in mystery. Settlers of the. 1600's found them living in European-style houses about 100 miles from Roanoke Island. Because of the supposed Roanoke link, the Lumbes were first call ed "Croatans," In 1910, they decided the name was disparaging and induced the State Legislature to designate them us "Cherokees." The main-line Cherokees, who live on a reservation farther west, resented this, and in 1933 the Lumbees acquired their present name which is the same as a river that flows through their territory. They have never lived on a reservation and never wanted to. North Carolina provided them with special schools, distinct from the white and Negro schools in the area. About 2,000 Lumbees have recently moved to Baltimore. Md. Dr. William Gilbert, Indian expert of the Library of Congress, has listed a number of other Indian tribes living in the east. This list includes; the Jackson Whites. Homer Indians, Clappers, Pool tribe, Cornplanters, Bushwhackers, Van guilders, Ponshirers, "Moors." Manticokes, and the Rappahannocks. Most of the isolated Indian units are gradually merging with the rest of the population. But the Lumbers, like the western tribes, are increasing in numbers and proving—as they did a week ago —that they are far from being vanishing Americans. DISCOUNT 'LOST COLONY" The Lumbee Indians, who sent a cluster of Ku. Klux Klansmen running for cover a week ago, are the biggest but by no means the only Indian tribe still thriving in the eastern part of the country. Experts estimate that 80,000 peopie east of the Mississippi River still proudly claim Indian ancestry although they no longer live on reservations and have long since buried their tomahawks. The 30,000 Lumbers in North Carolina constitute the largest eastern tribe and the second largest Indian group in the country. The Navajos of Arizona and New Mexico are the most numerous. The history of the Lumbees— who have lost all trace of their Indian customs except pride in their race and who are now tenant farmers is lost in a fascinating legend. In the 1870's a historian noted that they matched names of settlers who formed the first English Colony in America— the famous "Lost Colony" of Roanoke Island— that vanished without a trace in 1587. Ethnologists are inclined to discount the "List Colony" theory. The immediate history of the Lumbees is shrouded in mystery. Settlers of the. 1600's found them living in European-style houses about 100 miles from Roanoke Island. Because of the supposed Roanoke link, the Lumbes were first call ed "Croatans," In 1910, they decided the name was disparaging and induced the State Legislature to designate them us "Cherokees." The main-line Cherokees, who live on a reservation farther west, resented this, and in 1933 the Lumbees acquired their present name which is the same as a river that flows through their territory. They have never lived on a reservation and never wanted to. North Carolina provided them with special schools, distinct from the white and Negro schools in the area. About 2,000 Lumbees have recently moved to Baltimore. Md. Dr. William Gilbert, Indian expert of the Library of Congress, has listed a number of other Indian tribes living in the east. This list includes; the Jackson Whites. Homer Indians, Clappers, Pool tribe, Cornplanters, Bushwhackers, Van guilders, Ponshirers, "Moors." Manticokes, and the Rappahannocks. Most of the isolated Indian units are gradually merging with the rest of the population. But the Lumbers, like the western tribes, are increasing in numbers and proving—as they did a week ago —that they are far from being vanishing Americans. Credit Union union board, over a microphone. The annual dividend was to have been declared and about $500 prize to have been awarded during the meeting. About 300 members, of winch about 10 were Negroes, deft the hall about eight minutes before the scheduled time for the meeting to start. Malvin Burns, a member of 1256 Azalia St. said it all started when he arrived and started to register for the prizes at the front entrance when white members were registering He said he was told to go to another registering place on the left side of South-Hall. "After registering I took a seat on the main floor. Horace Jones, the chairman of the loan committee came to me and ask that I take a seat in the balcony. I asked him why, He told me that he had to obey the laws of Tennessess and of Memphis. I asked him if he was acting in an official capacity He said (no) I told him then that the notice I receive through mail invited me as a member of the credit on And I would not go to thecony. "A few minutes later Robert L. Shannon, another officer, asked me to leave the man auditorium and go to the balcony, again I refused. O. H. Caer also insisted that I leave. "Then Kuyke dall came to me and asked me to go to the balcony. I still refused. He then said, "White people don't want to sit beside you. I repaid to him "there are other ts on the man floor, they don't live to sit beside me if they don't want to". The only thing I want is a scat on the main floor" Before that O. L. Sul another member had also asked me to leave the main auditorium. the 1957 annual election city police reportedly forced Negro members to leave the meeting after some of them refused to go to the balcony. A federal investigation resulted after the segregated seating was forced on the Negro members. The investigation was carried on by J. Dean Gammons a director of the Federal Creat Union bercau last August after the Negro members had registered a complaint about "not being allowed on the main were annual officers were being It occurred during the 1957 annual election also held in January. After the investigation Gammon started that it would be illegal to have forced segregated meetings of the credit union. George L. Holloway, Jr. of 760 Alaska St., a commmittesman of UAWCIO 988, said that they do not have segregated union meetings. Members sit where they want to and "there has not been any trouble about it." He went on to say that there were about 10 whites and 10 Negroes who paid the initial $5 to start the credit union in 1949. He said Negroes were instrumental in building the credit union up to the million dollar bracket "At one time there were about 150 Negro Members to about 20 whites. Other officers are E. B. Ki J. Harold H. Crowe and Billy G. Ramsey. TAKES MAIN FLOOR SEAT union board, over a microphone. The annual dividend was to have been declared and about $500 prize to have been awarded during the meeting. About 300 members, of winch about 10 were Negroes, deft the hall about eight minutes before the scheduled time for the meeting to start. Malvin Burns, a member of 1256 Azalia St. said it all started when he arrived and started to register for the prizes at the front entrance when white members were registering He said he was told to go to another registering place on the left side of South-Hall. "After registering I took a seat on the main floor. Horace Jones, the chairman of the loan committee came to me and ask that I take a seat in the balcony. I asked him why, He told me that he had to obey the laws of Tennessess and of Memphis. I asked him if he was acting in an official capacity He said (no) I told him then that the notice I receive through mail invited me as a member of the credit on And I would not go to thecony. "A few minutes later Robert L. Shannon, another officer, asked me to leave the man auditorium and go to the balcony, again I refused. O. H. Caer also insisted that I leave. "Then Kuyke dall came to me and asked me to go to the balcony. I still refused. He then said, "White people don't want to sit beside you. I repaid to him "there are other ts on the man floor, they don't live to sit beside me if they don't want to". The only thing I want is a scat on the main floor" Before that O. L. Sul another member had also asked me to leave the main auditorium. the 1957 annual election city police reportedly forced Negro members to leave the meeting after some of them refused to go to the balcony. A federal investigation resulted after the segregated seating was forced on the Negro members. The investigation was carried on by J. Dean Gammons a director of the Federal Creat Union bercau last August after the Negro members had registered a complaint about "not being allowed on the main were annual officers were being It occurred during the 1957 annual election also held in January. After the investigation Gammon started that it would be illegal to have forced segregated meetings of the credit union. George L. Holloway, Jr. of 760 Alaska St., a commmittesman of UAWCIO 988, said that they do not have segregated union meetings. Members sit where they want to and "there has not been any trouble about it." He went on to say that there were about 10 whites and 10 Negroes who paid the initial $5 to start the credit union in 1949. He said Negroes were instrumental in building the credit union up to the million dollar bracket "At one time there were about 150 Negro Members to about 20 whites. Other officers are E. B. Ki J. Harold H. Crowe and Billy G. Ramsey. INVESTIGATION RESULTS union board, over a microphone. The annual dividend was to have been declared and about $500 prize to have been awarded during the meeting. About 300 members, of winch about 10 were Negroes, deft the hall about eight minutes before the scheduled time for the meeting to start. Malvin Burns, a member of 1256 Azalia St. said it all started when he arrived and started to register for the prizes at the front entrance when white members were registering He said he was told to go to another registering place on the left side of South-Hall. "After registering I took a seat on the main floor. Horace Jones, the chairman of the loan committee came to me and ask that I take a seat in the balcony. I asked him why, He told me that he had to obey the laws of Tennessess and of Memphis. I asked him if he was acting in an official capacity He said (no) I told him then that the notice I receive through mail invited me as a member of the credit on And I would not go to thecony. "A few minutes later Robert L. Shannon, another officer, asked me to leave the man auditorium and go to the balcony, again I refused. O. H. Caer also insisted that I leave. "Then Kuyke dall came to me and asked me to go to the balcony. I still refused. He then said, "White people don't want to sit beside you. I repaid to him "there are other ts on the man floor, they don't live to sit beside me if they don't want to". The only thing I want is a scat on the main floor" Before that O. L. Sul another member had also asked me to leave the main auditorium. the 1957 annual election city police reportedly forced Negro members to leave the meeting after some of them refused to go to the balcony. A federal investigation resulted after the segregated seating was forced on the Negro members. The investigation was carried on by J. Dean Gammons a director of the Federal Creat Union bercau last August after the Negro members had registered a complaint about "not being allowed on the main were annual officers were being It occurred during the 1957 annual election also held in January. After the investigation Gammon started that it would be illegal to have forced segregated meetings of the credit union. George L. Holloway, Jr. of 760 Alaska St., a commmittesman of UAWCIO 988, said that they do not have segregated union meetings. Members sit where they want to and "there has not been any trouble about it." He went on to say that there were about 10 whites and 10 Negroes who paid the initial $5 to start the credit union in 1949. He said Negroes were instrumental in building the credit union up to the million dollar bracket "At one time there were about 150 Negro Members to about 20 whites. Other officers are E. B. Ki J. Harold H. Crowe and Billy G. Ramsey. Robeson Accepts Bid the tour scheduled in April. Robeson, who has often criticized American relations with Soviet Russia, lost his passport seven years ago when the U. S. State Department, lifted it because of his political opinions Robeson recently, filed a new a peal for a passport. City secretary dresses well With modest funds. Tugs perform rescue chores for Atlantic shipping. Orderly Held fifth floor where she was forced from the elevator. Buttons from her bathrobe were discovered in the fifth floor hallway and also in a nearby room where oxygen tanks are stored. Detectives John Reece and Austin Simpson said the girl apparently ran onto the roof in a futile effort to elude her attacker. Her torn robe, bed jacket and house slippers were found on a nearby window and on the four foot high concrete ledge surroundings the roof. Marks were found that indicated Miss Andy struggled with her assailant near the edge of the roof before she fell or was pushed over the parapet, falling 75 feet to her death Human teeth marks were found on her shoulders. A Miami U. student, Craig Erickson, a patient on the fourth floor of the hospital, told officers he had opened his window and was reading when he heard a scream. He said he also heard footsteps, as if a person was chasing another on the roof. Hearing more screaming, he said "I looked up out of an open window. A, girl had her back toward the ledge and was screaming. She was pushed back. I saw two hands pushing her and then I saw a second person's head. She fell backwards over the wall." Officers said they found the suspect in bed when they went to his home. There was blood on his clothing, and what appeared to be a human bite on his arm, police said. The sandy haired orderly, who wears thick lenses on his glasses. said he noticed, blood on his trousere when he arrived home and put the trousers to saock in the bathroom." The suspect, who is married, claimed he did not know Miss Andy., but admitted he did not have the bite marks oh his arm when he went to work. He is a parollee from Mansfield Reformatory and had worked at the hospital about six months. Gulfport Plans "Raid" during the Civil War. The decision to make the "raid" came after an Allentown newspaper editorially criticized the use of a 57-by-90 foot Confederate flag by the University of Mississippi during the half-time ceremonies at the bowl game. Gulfport city airport manager E. J. Whiting will drop a "bomb load" of miniature Confederate flags with notes inviting the Yankees to visit Gulfport to enjoy southern hospitality. National Baptists into motion, which would presently cover approximately 25,000 ministers and equally as many missionaries. The program as presented by President Jackson, will require the following factors, among several others, to go into operation: (1) an initial fund of $250,000 before retirement could be paid). (2)bearies must pay into fund annually three par cent of salaries and local ch per cent. The retirement program would be administered by the executive board. Ministers could Voluntary rere at the age of 65 but would be completed to retire at 72 in order to be eligible. The second resolution the cons Commission on Labor and Management was to seek a conference with organized labor leaders and management to seek closer oparation between the two. The resolution further stated the convention would aid the welfare of working people and small businessman, the people who for the most part compse its large membership." The adopted resolution provided for opposition to instigation of economic reps against Negroes in some sections of the county because they have accepted as law the Supreme Court ruling outlawing segregation" in puic schools and transportation. It added: "segregation is soundly attacked by the resolution." Dr. Jackson's resolution went on to point out "the future of our American way of the depends largely on the future of labor. And in this connection, Negro Americans, who constitute about 80 percent of industry's working foroe, should receive their fair share of all benefits from labor as they Week full-Steam in building a greater America. Further, "they (Negroes) should not be cast into the position of bearing unusually heavy burdens of unemployment as is the case in some sections of the nation, especially the South." The history milking move calls on "the church to take a greater interest in programs and welfare of labor The resolution explained "labor and management need to be inspired by a common idealism, making them one in purpose— the Christian church—should did greatly in supplying this idealism. Near the end of the resolution was stated "to avoid sitting in judgement on labor and management and to help them develop a fellowship that rises above class and merges in the creative cause, of a true democracy, the National Baptists Convention' Commission on Labor and Management seeks a conference with some leaders of organized labor and work out a program of closer cooperation with labor in this country." The executive directors went on record as fighting segregation in every area of American public and economic life. KLAN ALSO RAN— "Crusade For Citizenship" Rallies Set For Feb. 21 The Southern Christian Leadership Conference with headquarters in Atlanta. Ga., annuonced this week that the second "Crusade for Citizenship" rally is scheduled to be held in 20 southern cities stimultaneous on Feb. 21. In Memphis the "Crusade For Citizenship" mass meeting will be incorporated with the Lincoln Republication League mammoth SongFest Which has been planned for Mason Temple on Mason St. Among other things, a 1000-Voice under the direction of Dr. W. H. Brewster, will sing a group of songs which have been termed "From The Auction Block To Freedom." Both effort are aimed at registering voters. The Lincoln League has set its goal for 100,000 local registrants. The Southern Christian Leadership conference is in a long range plan concentrating on register-voters in all the deep southern states. The south-wide campaign got under way during a kick-off meeting on January 20. Locally it was held at the Metropolitan Baptist church. D. Martin Luther King, Jr., is helping the south-wide move. WAYNE D. OVERHOLSER'S new Western thriller DESPERATE MAN Copy 1956-1957. Wayne D. Overholser From the novel published by The Macmillan Co. Distributed By King Features Syndicate. Tray Vaughan and Rosalie Gibson are young interns at Children's hospital in St. Louis. As the story opens Rosalie and Dr. Richard Ash discuss the rumor that Tracy is going to marry Dr. Michael Loren Se Resident at the hospital. TRACY VAUGHAN looked like one of her own patients and sometimes a visitor would act upon that error, always amazed to discover that the smiling, redhaired little girl was a doctor properly endowed with an M. D. "But I still have a long way to go," was the way Tracy had found to rescue a person from the confusion of this mistake. Today as she walked down the long corridor of the hospital a tall, while-clad man caught up with her. "How about a dale tonight. Tracy?" Dr. Loren asked, as he held the heavy door for her to go through. "I thought we might skate for art hour, then eat dinner." "Skate?" she asked in amazement. He snapped his fingers and tossed his black hair. "I meant of course. Though I wish it could be skating — and cold enough for it, too." Even with fans, the tunnel was hot. "I dread "summer, don't you?" "I don't think much about it." "I like winter best, and things one can do in winter. Skiing, skating—" * * * * As she was dressing for her date with him, Tracy thought about Mike and the things Mike enjoyed. The hospital called him a "playboy," He was, in the sense that he loved sports of all kinds. He drove a low sports car, and he played a smashing game of tennis. This would the her first swimming date with him, but Tracy could bet he would be an expert Her own dog paddle probably would look ridiculous, but—well —in lots, of ways she couldn't understand Mike's interest in her. He was so wonderful, and could have his pick of the girls. She reached the lounge with a minute to spare, arid was standing a bit to one side when Michael came in through the doors, his dark head high, his dark eyes interested and alert. Proudly, Tracy moved forward to claim her escort, but she was entirely conscious of those who looked on. Her thrilled excitement was evident to everyone, and she didn't mind. "She was in love with this man. "I've already signed out," she told him. "Good. Let's go then." Michael drew her close to his side as they walked the short distance to his car. He seated her careful or her full skirt when he closed the door, and then he ran nimbly around to his own side. He smiled down at her and pulled out into the boulevard and the traffic which would be heavy through the park and into the county at this hour of early evening. They talked a little, but mostly Tracy sat back into the corner of the seat, turned so that she could feast her eyes upon her favorite view — the head and shoulders of Michael Loren, M.D. He was a tall man, and carried his head proudly, his dark hair lifting in the wind. His features were sharply cut; he was a lean, spare man, but with the promise, of strength. He was a handsome man, his eyebrows darkly etched and his lashes thick. There were good-humored wrinkles at the corners of his eyes, and smile brackets about his mouth. In all, he looked sure of himself, confident, as a man should look. Michael Loren, to Tracy's eyes, was all a man should be. All a girl wanted a man to be. All wanted. They swam for a time, but May was still a little early for an evening swim to be really enjoyable. "I think you came closer to winter than you expected," Tracy chattered between blue tinted lips. Later, over dinner, the talk was extremely pleasant, and Michael's interest in the girl across the small table was intent. Then, imperceptibly at first, the mood changed. Michael pushed the dishes to one side of the table and extended his hands toward Tracy. They were fine hands, long and lean, the fingers tapered, with well manicured nails, scrubbed-looking and clean as a doctor's hands are. And Michael, she realized, was talking to her of his early marriage. Tracy felt her breath quicken in her throat, and she made a real effort to control it She'd known that Michael had once been married; she'd even been a little jealous of that other girl, without knowing anything about her or about what had happened. "You knew," he was saying, "that I once was married?" "I'd heard it." "Of course. Did anyone ever talk to you about my—wife?" "Oh, no!" "They knew Laura, some of them. We were still married when I first came to Children's. She came with me. She didn't stay long, and may be they've all forgotten her. She couldn't stand being, an intern's wife and so she went back home. To California." Michael had grown tip in Calfornia and had gone to medical school there. Tracy knew that much, also that he didn't espepecially like Southern California: the climate had not suited him. "She got a divorce," he was saying, "and I haven't seen her since. I don't really believe in divorce. Tracy, but our marriage Was doomed from the first. Laura was a little older than I... three years. That shouldn't have mattered, except that a woman who doesn't marry until she is twentyeight usually has developed a certain amount of self-reliance. Laura had not. She wanted to cling to a man, and whined about it if he didn't want her to cling. She was overpossessive, which should be flattering to a man but somehow isn't." thought Tracy. "She was a beautiful woman." Michael continued, his eyes on the cigarette case which he was turning between his hands. "I married her, I suppose, for her beauty. She was blonde and rather tall; her hair was pale gold. "It's hard to make a girl like you understand, unless perhaps you've known someone like her— a self-centered person who wants everything in life to contribute to her beauty and comfort. She wouldn't go to a home where there were small children apt to 'swarm' over her. She got rid of my dog because he was inclined to put his paws on her skirt. She simply would not ride in an open car where she'd get her hair blown, or go out in a boat because once she got miserably seasick, and there's little glamor to a nauseated woman, no matter what color hair she has. That sort of accidental disaster made her furious! And when furious, incidentally, she could swear like a trooper." Tracy was able to see his Laura, She'd met such girls on the pages of high-fashion magazines. "I know the type," she said aloud and flushed a little. Dr. Loren nodded. "She's a type, all right. I often see her here in the city; there are lots like her around. But I hope I never get tied up with one of her sort again. That's one of the things I'll expect from you, small fry. Type-insulation." He was joking; his lips curled up at the corners, and his eyes sparkled. "I guess I'm not a type," said Tracy regretfully, "dangerous or otherwise." "Yon?" he cried, "Indeed you're a type!" "Still, there are lots of redheaded girls!" He leaned back in his chair. "So there are. But even in looks, you're special Tracy. And in looks coupled with character, you're entirely too rare to be a type. No, sir, you're the only girl like you that I've been lucky enough to meet!" SYNOPSIS Copy 1956-1957. Wayne D. Overholser From the novel published by The Macmillan Co. Distributed By King Features Syndicate. Tray Vaughan and Rosalie Gibson are young interns at Children's hospital in St. Louis. As the story opens Rosalie and Dr. Richard Ash discuss the rumor that Tracy is going to marry Dr. Michael Loren Se Resident at the hospital. TRACY VAUGHAN looked like one of her own patients and sometimes a visitor would act upon that error, always amazed to discover that the smiling, redhaired little girl was a doctor properly endowed with an M. D. "But I still have a long way to go," was the way Tracy had found to rescue a person from the confusion of this mistake. Today as she walked down the long corridor of the hospital a tall, while-clad man caught up with her. "How about a dale tonight. Tracy?" Dr. Loren asked, as he held the heavy door for her to go through. "I thought we might skate for art hour, then eat dinner." "Skate?" she asked in amazement. He snapped his fingers and tossed his black hair. "I meant of course. Though I wish it could be skating — and cold enough for it, too." Even with fans, the tunnel was hot. "I dread "summer, don't you?" "I don't think much about it." "I like winter best, and things one can do in winter. Skiing, skating—" * * * * As she was dressing for her date with him, Tracy thought about Mike and the things Mike enjoyed. The hospital called him a "playboy," He was, in the sense that he loved sports of all kinds. He drove a low sports car, and he played a smashing game of tennis. This would the her first swimming date with him, but Tracy could bet he would be an expert Her own dog paddle probably would look ridiculous, but—well —in lots, of ways she couldn't understand Mike's interest in her. He was so wonderful, and could have his pick of the girls. She reached the lounge with a minute to spare, arid was standing a bit to one side when Michael came in through the doors, his dark head high, his dark eyes interested and alert. Proudly, Tracy moved forward to claim her escort, but she was entirely conscious of those who looked on. Her thrilled excitement was evident to everyone, and she didn't mind. "She was in love with this man. "I've already signed out," she told him. "Good. Let's go then." Michael drew her close to his side as they walked the short distance to his car. He seated her careful or her full skirt when he closed the door, and then he ran nimbly around to his own side. He smiled down at her and pulled out into the boulevard and the traffic which would be heavy through the park and into the county at this hour of early evening. They talked a little, but mostly Tracy sat back into the corner of the seat, turned so that she could feast her eyes upon her favorite view — the head and shoulders of Michael Loren, M.D. He was a tall man, and carried his head proudly, his dark hair lifting in the wind. His features were sharply cut; he was a lean, spare man, but with the promise, of strength. He was a handsome man, his eyebrows darkly etched and his lashes thick. There were good-humored wrinkles at the corners of his eyes, and smile brackets about his mouth. In all, he looked sure of himself, confident, as a man should look. Michael Loren, to Tracy's eyes, was all a man should be. All a girl wanted a man to be. All wanted. They swam for a time, but May was still a little early for an evening swim to be really enjoyable. "I think you came closer to winter than you expected," Tracy chattered between blue tinted lips. Later, over dinner, the talk was extremely pleasant, and Michael's interest in the girl across the small table was intent. Then, imperceptibly at first, the mood changed. Michael pushed the dishes to one side of the table and extended his hands toward Tracy. They were fine hands, long and lean, the fingers tapered, with well manicured nails, scrubbed-looking and clean as a doctor's hands are. And Michael, she realized, was talking to her of his early marriage. Tracy felt her breath quicken in her throat, and she made a real effort to control it She'd known that Michael had once been married; she'd even been a little jealous of that other girl, without knowing anything about her or about what had happened. "You knew," he was saying, "that I once was married?" "I'd heard it." "Of course. Did anyone ever talk to you about my—wife?" "Oh, no!" "They knew Laura, some of them. We were still married when I first came to Children's. She came with me. She didn't stay long, and may be they've all forgotten her. She couldn't stand being, an intern's wife and so she went back home. To California." Michael had grown tip in Calfornia and had gone to medical school there. Tracy knew that much, also that he didn't espepecially like Southern California: the climate had not suited him. "She got a divorce," he was saying, "and I haven't seen her since. I don't really believe in divorce. Tracy, but our marriage Was doomed from the first. Laura was a little older than I... three years. That shouldn't have mattered, except that a woman who doesn't marry until she is twentyeight usually has developed a certain amount of self-reliance. Laura had not. She wanted to cling to a man, and whined about it if he didn't want her to cling. She was overpossessive, which should be flattering to a man but somehow isn't." thought Tracy. "She was a beautiful woman." Michael continued, his eyes on the cigarette case which he was turning between his hands. "I married her, I suppose, for her beauty. She was blonde and rather tall; her hair was pale gold. "It's hard to make a girl like you understand, unless perhaps you've known someone like her— a self-centered person who wants everything in life to contribute to her beauty and comfort. She wouldn't go to a home where there were small children apt to 'swarm' over her. She got rid of my dog because he was inclined to put his paws on her skirt. She simply would not ride in an open car where she'd get her hair blown, or go out in a boat because once she got miserably seasick, and there's little glamor to a nauseated woman, no matter what color hair she has. That sort of accidental disaster made her furious! And when furious, incidentally, she could swear like a trooper." Tracy was able to see his Laura, She'd met such girls on the pages of high-fashion magazines. "I know the type," she said aloud and flushed a little. Dr. Loren nodded. "She's a type, all right. I often see her here in the city; there are lots like her around. But I hope I never get tied up with one of her sort again. That's one of the things I'll expect from you, small fry. Type-insulation." He was joking; his lips curled up at the corners, and his eyes sparkled. "I guess I'm not a type," said Tracy regretfully, "dangerous or otherwise." "Yon?" he cried, "Indeed you're a type!" "Still, there are lots of redheaded girls!" He leaned back in his chair. "So there are. But even in looks, you're special Tracy. And in looks coupled with character, you're entirely too rare to be a type. No, sir, you're the only girl like you that I've been lucky enough to meet!" CHAPTER 2 Copy 1956-1957. Wayne D. Overholser From the novel published by The Macmillan Co. Distributed By King Features Syndicate. Tray Vaughan and Rosalie Gibson are young interns at Children's hospital in St. Louis. As the story opens Rosalie and Dr. Richard Ash discuss the rumor that Tracy is going to marry Dr. Michael Loren Se Resident at the hospital. TRACY VAUGHAN looked like one of her own patients and sometimes a visitor would act upon that error, always amazed to discover that the smiling, redhaired little girl was a doctor properly endowed with an M. D. "But I still have a long way to go," was the way Tracy had found to rescue a person from the confusion of this mistake. Today as she walked down the long corridor of the hospital a tall, while-clad man caught up with her. "How about a dale tonight. Tracy?" Dr. Loren asked, as he held the heavy door for her to go through. "I thought we might skate for art hour, then eat dinner." "Skate?" she asked in amazement. He snapped his fingers and tossed his black hair. "I meant of course. Though I wish it could be skating — and cold enough for it, too." Even with fans, the tunnel was hot. "I dread "summer, don't you?" "I don't think much about it." "I like winter best, and things one can do in winter. Skiing, skating—" * * * * As she was dressing for her date with him, Tracy thought about Mike and the things Mike enjoyed. The hospital called him a "playboy," He was, in the sense that he loved sports of all kinds. He drove a low sports car, and he played a smashing game of tennis. This would the her first swimming date with him, but Tracy could bet he would be an expert Her own dog paddle probably would look ridiculous, but—well —in lots, of ways she couldn't understand Mike's interest in her. He was so wonderful, and could have his pick of the girls. She reached the lounge with a minute to spare, arid was standing a bit to one side when Michael came in through the doors, his dark head high, his dark eyes interested and alert. Proudly, Tracy moved forward to claim her escort, but she was entirely conscious of those who looked on. Her thrilled excitement was evident to everyone, and she didn't mind. "She was in love with this man. "I've already signed out," she told him. "Good. Let's go then." Michael drew her close to his side as they walked the short distance to his car. He seated her careful or her full skirt when he closed the door, and then he ran nimbly around to his own side. He smiled down at her and pulled out into the boulevard and the traffic which would be heavy through the park and into the county at this hour of early evening. They talked a little, but mostly Tracy sat back into the corner of the seat, turned so that she could feast her eyes upon her favorite view — the head and shoulders of Michael Loren, M.D. He was a tall man, and carried his head proudly, his dark hair lifting in the wind. His features were sharply cut; he was a lean, spare man, but with the promise, of strength. He was a handsome man, his eyebrows darkly etched and his lashes thick. There were good-humored wrinkles at the corners of his eyes, and smile brackets about his mouth. In all, he looked sure of himself, confident, as a man should look. Michael Loren, to Tracy's eyes, was all a man should be. All a girl wanted a man to be. All wanted. They swam for a time, but May was still a little early for an evening swim to be really enjoyable. "I think you came closer to winter than you expected," Tracy chattered between blue tinted lips. Later, over dinner, the talk was extremely pleasant, and Michael's interest in the girl across the small table was intent. Then, imperceptibly at first, the mood changed. Michael pushed the dishes to one side of the table and extended his hands toward Tracy. They were fine hands, long and lean, the fingers tapered, with well manicured nails, scrubbed-looking and clean as a doctor's hands are. And Michael, she realized, was talking to her of his early marriage. Tracy felt her breath quicken in her throat, and she made a real effort to control it She'd known that Michael had once been married; she'd even been a little jealous of that other girl, without knowing anything about her or about what had happened. "You knew," he was saying, "that I once was married?" "I'd heard it." "Of course. Did anyone ever talk to you about my—wife?" "Oh, no!" "They knew Laura, some of them. We were still married when I first came to Children's. She came with me. She didn't stay long, and may be they've all forgotten her. She couldn't stand being, an intern's wife and so she went back home. To California." Michael had grown tip in Calfornia and had gone to medical school there. Tracy knew that much, also that he didn't espepecially like Southern California: the climate had not suited him. "She got a divorce," he was saying, "and I haven't seen her since. I don't really believe in divorce. Tracy, but our marriage Was doomed from the first. Laura was a little older than I... three years. That shouldn't have mattered, except that a woman who doesn't marry until she is twentyeight usually has developed a certain amount of self-reliance. Laura had not. She wanted to cling to a man, and whined about it if he didn't want her to cling. She was overpossessive, which should be flattering to a man but somehow isn't." thought Tracy. "She was a beautiful woman." Michael continued, his eyes on the cigarette case which he was turning between his hands. "I married her, I suppose, for her beauty. She was blonde and rather tall; her hair was pale gold. "It's hard to make a girl like you understand, unless perhaps you've known someone like her— a self-centered person who wants everything in life to contribute to her beauty and comfort. She wouldn't go to a home where there were small children apt to 'swarm' over her. She got rid of my dog because he was inclined to put his paws on her skirt. She simply would not ride in an open car where she'd get her hair blown, or go out in a boat because once she got miserably seasick, and there's little glamor to a nauseated woman, no matter what color hair she has. That sort of accidental disaster made her furious! And when furious, incidentally, she could swear like a trooper." Tracy was able to see his Laura, She'd met such girls on the pages of high-fashion magazines. "I know the type," she said aloud and flushed a little. Dr. Loren nodded. "She's a type, all right. I often see her here in the city; there are lots like her around. But I hope I never get tied up with one of her sort again. That's one of the things I'll expect from you, small fry. Type-insulation." He was joking; his lips curled up at the corners, and his eyes sparkled. "I guess I'm not a type," said Tracy regretfully, "dangerous or otherwise." "Yon?" he cried, "Indeed you're a type!" "Still, there are lots of redheaded girls!" He leaned back in his chair. "So there are. But even in looks, you're special Tracy. And in looks coupled with character, you're entirely too rare to be a type. No, sir, you're the only girl like you that I've been lucky enough to meet!" Army Seeks March Draft Of 13,000 The Army issued a draft call Thursday for the induction of 13,000 men during March. It was the identical draft level they ordered for February. The Defense Department said quotas would remain, about the same throughout the rest of this year. The Navy Marine Corps and Air Force will not call any men under selective service during March. The draft level indicated today will enable the Army to cut its manpower level as scheduled to 900,000 by June 30 and 870,000 by June, 30, 1959. Lawyer Endorsed To Wake Bid For Seat In Congress At a caucus on Thursday, six of the seven Democratic leaders in the Fourth Congressional District have endorsed. Robert N. C. Nix, a 57year old colored lawyer, to make the race for the Congressional seat vacated by Eearl Chudoff, a Democrat. Mr. Chudoff resigned earlier this month to become a judge of Common Pleas. Court No. 1. A lawyer, he was elected to the $22.500-a-year judgeship last November after serving in Congress for nine years. As a result of the endorsement, Mr. Nix is expected to be slated by the, Democratic organization. Gov. George. M. Leader has fixed May 20, the day of the state's primary balloting, for a special election to fill the vacancy in the 4th District. The Republicans are to name a candidate shortly. They have tried, in the last several elections, without success, to carry the district by naming a colored candidate. Politicians are assuming that with the heavy Democratic vote in the district, Mr. Nix will be the victor. The district has 133,532 registered voters, including 81,688 Democrats and 50,745 Republicans. The remainder are either independents or members of minor parties. In 1956, there were some 80,000 colored, voters registered in the district in both parties. Mr. Nix has been active in politics for many years and formerly headed the colored committeemen's organization here. He has served as a deputy state Attorney General and also as chairman for several elections of the interracial committees bf the Democratic campaign committeee. PLAYTABLE The home handyman can make a playtable by removing the hardware from an old door and installing old water or gas pipes for legs. Panel indentations should' be filled with insulating board before applying a colorful, smooth plastic-finished Marlite panel with wallboard adhesive. Scraps of paneling can be used to cover the door edges if they are rough.