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
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THADDEUS T. STOKES
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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.

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WISHING WELL
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HERE is a pleasant little game that will give you a message every
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Count the letters in your first name. If the number of letters is 6 or
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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.