Memphis World Memphis World Publishing Co. 1951-08-28 Lewis O. Swingler MEMPHIS WORLD The South's Oldest and Lading Colored Semi-Weekly Newspaper Published by MEMPHIS WORLD PUBLISHING CO. Every TUESDAY and FRIDAY at 164 BEALE—Phone 8-4030 Entered in the Post Office at Memphis, Tenn., as second-class mail under the Act of Congress, March 1, 1870 Member of SCOTT NEWSPAPER SYNDICATE W. A. Scott II, Founder; C. A. Scott, General Manager LEWIS O. SWINGLER Editor A. G. SHIELDS, Jr. Advertising Manager The MEMPHIS WORLD is an independent newspaper—non sectarian and non-partisan, printing news unbiasedly and supporting those things it believes to the interest of its readers and opposing those things against the interest of its readers. SUBSCRIPTION RATES: Year $5.00—–6 Months $3.00—3 Months $1.50 (In Advance) ROUTE SUPERVISORS: SOUTHWEST: Jimmie Cooper, 119 E. Utah.......Phone 9-3700 N. EASTERN. Lucius Vessell, 1001 Thomas........ OFFICE: Charles Moore,................ 397-C South Lauderdale GREATER WHITEHAVEN AREA—Lawrence Johnson ... Phone 35-4917 CENTRAL: James Hawes, Jr., 879 S. 4th........Phone 39-2980 BINGHAMPTON: Gayther Myers, 675 Lipford ....... Phone 48-0627 For any Information contenting the distribution of THE WORLD, please contact one of your route supervisors, particularly the one in your respeetive district. The Price Of Division The Oath of Office was administered to William (Billy) Rowe, as 7th deputy police commissioner of New York last week by Mayor Impelliterri over the strenuous objections and criticisms of a small and presumably, inarticulate group. It appears that the principal criticism of the Mayor's choice of Mr. Rowe revolved about the fact that the opposing group was not consulted as to their preferences for the post. Newspaper accounts of the fight against the appointment do not specify from what quarters it originates. But, judging from the groups supporting the Mayor in Rowe's appointment, we gather that the local Negro politicians and possibly the press, are among the small minority not supporting the move. Rowe will receive a salary of $8,500. He will be expected to be a liason man between the public and the Police Department. The National Association for the Advancement of Colored People, Harlem Democratic Club, Former Postmaster. James A. Farley, Congressman Adam Clayton Powell, Dr. Channing Tobias, Elmer A. Carter of the National Urban League, are among the fifty organizations and individuals supporting the Mayor in Rome's appointment. Hence, there is almost unanimity of agreement that the appointment is deserving and represents the will and wishes of the greatest majority of white and Negro sentiment. There is one tragic implication in this division which ought to be pointed out; however. And that is, division and factionalism among the Negro leaders almost always result in embarrassments such as the confirmation of Mr. Rowe must have caused that small but inarticulate minority. "Amos 'N' Andy" Ban The protest against the current "Amos 'n' Andy" television show is beginning to bear fruit. Residents of MilwauKee, home city of Blatz beer, were assured last week that the show will be abandoned at the conclusion of the current 13-week contract period. The action was taken to ban the show in Milwaukee following protest by the president, Mrs. Ardie A. Halyard, of the NAACP chapter. After sending a letter of protest to the station explaining the NAACP's objection to the show depicting Negroes as "inferior, lazy, dumb and dishonest," Mrs. Halyard called a conference of sympathetic and cooperating organizations to consider a plan of action on a community-wide basis. Among organizations participating in the conference were the local units of the Urban League, YMCA, "Jewish Council, American. Federation of Labor, League of Women Voters, Youth Council and the Mayor's Commission oh Human Rights. Walter White, NAACP executive secretary, congratulated Mrs. Halyard for the splendid job "you did in Blatz's own backyard," and said it should be an inspiration to "all our branches to move ahead in the fight against misrepresentation of the Negro in this "Amos 'n' Andy show." Two other local NAACP chapters have already followed the lead of the Milwaukee example and are now organizing the fight to ban the show in their-local committees. And while the show provides employment for a few Negroes it also casts aspersions on all Negroes, and that is paying too too much for the whistle. Unconsciously, such programs hinder interracial goodwill. Educators Ought To Lead In voting at its annual convention in Grand Rapids this week to empower and direct its executive council not to charter any hew locals that practiced racial discrimination in the future, the American Federation of Teachers took high ground. The action followed closely a resolution adopted a day earlier by the convention ordering forty-four segregated local, teachers affiliates, most of which are in the South, to Work toward the elimination of racial bars. The vote to eliminate racial discrimination among members of the profession was 143 for and of course, 42 against, ostensibly southerners, whose position was voiced by Irving Fullington, president of the Birmingham, Alabama teachers' Union, who said: "If you try to force this issue in the South, you will Jose strength in the South, and until there is an abundance more of education and brotherhood, this convention action will be opposed just as unsegregated schools will be opposed." To that a Detroit member retorted: "We know we have been living for years in violation of the section of our constitution which says that there shall be no discrimination on the grounds of race. It's about time we met this problem on decent, honest principle — either recognize the constitution or remove this section of it." Despite the opposition by southerners to the integration of Negroes into their memberships, there is ample precedent, even in the South to justify a more reasonable stand than they are now taking. Many of the chapters of the American Medical Association are beginning to admit Negro physicians into membership on an unsegregated basis. The American Nurses Association's chapters are doing likewise. And almost all of the labor groups are now accepting their Negro members on the basis of equality. That is all the more compelling argument why people of education and culture should be able to forget fickle prejudices and make democracy in education a living reality rather than a theory to talk about over a classroom's desk. Self-interest Placed Last The determination of the Harvey Clarks to stand against all odds and see the fight through to a successful finish in troubled Cicero, is evidence of a new sort of courage being demonstrate more and more in our young people today. The sparks, as all of us painfully remember, were met with violence and mob terror last July 14, when they attempted to move into an apartment in an all-white Chicago suburb. Two weeks ago the Clarks were not only the guests of honor on U, N. Day but were also invited to settle in Norwalk as residents if they so desired. But on the contrary, Mr. Clark declined the offer to take the easy course, expressing a determination to return to the apartment he had rent ed in Cicero after the damage has been repaired. In so doing, the Clarks are rendering a faithful service to their city and country and race. We have known instances where men were brave enough to stand against such hoodlumism as was displayed in Cicero, but there are few instances where the women, with two small children as the Clarks have, are willing to stand up under this pressure to solve a fundamental principle, and establish a policy solely for the race. But that attitude of self-forgetfulness is growing more evident daily among our younger men and women. They are among our strongest supporters of the NAACP; and other organizations seeking to make American democracy live up to its promise of guaranteeing to every citizen. the right to advance as far as his abilities will take him. REVIEWING THE NEWS BY WILLIAM GORDON The South Carolina Klan which was run out of its own state during a few months back, seemed to have won the first round in the virgin grounds of North Carolina. This should not be the case in a state whose approach towards decency and democratic ideals has won the respect of the nation at large. The Klan should not be permitted to move into any state, with its bigotry, and demagoguery. During a recent demonstration by this hooded order of hate leaders, near Whiteville, N. C., some 5,000 curiosity seekers assembled to watch about 50 hooded figures parade and spread venom of bigotry. At the meeting, the Klan burned a 22-foot wooden cross wrapped with sacking and soaked with kerosene while members from South Carolina, and other Southern slates paraded in formation. Rights of the Negro, bloc voting and the outcome or the recent Cicero riot case, Bill Hendrix, devout leader of the hooded order leveled his attack on national government figure and what he would do if the people were delusioned enough to elect him the Governor of Florida. Of course Herdrix's most vicious attack was against Negroes voting and the right they maintain under the Constitution of the United States. This has always been a method used by hate leaders and people who want, to deny him the rights he is entitled to It has long been an established pattern and a religion with some people who still call themselves Americans. In referring to the Cicero Riot, Hendrix charged that it took 7 000 whites to run one "little Negro out of Cicero." His comeback was, that he could put on a white robe and 50 of them would have vacated the apartment. What the Klan leader is most mistaken about in his day and time is that Negroes don't "scare" so easily as they did a generation ago. What the Klan should also realize is that Negroes laugh at many of their foolish stunts and will not become frightened when approached on an equal basis. What the Klan has been doing, like most hate groups, and those who operate on the outside of the law, is to gang up on Negroes and minorities. What they say about Negroes and other minorities is being laughed at by all intelligent Americans today. They will continue lo laugh until the white-robed group is run underground or out of this country. On the phase of the operations of the Ku Klux Klan, there can be no compromise of the kind which apparently permitted the meeting in North Carolina to Be held. The Klan is rot by any stretch a private organization operating for the good of the people at large. Us very purpose is to take the low into its own hand and substitute itself for fully constituted authority. The Ku Klux Klan is a vicious organization and this viciousness cannot be disguised. It represents the kind of thinking which runs counter to true American ideals. If it is allowed to continue operation, it will eventually corrupt what this country has tried to establish for a long time — that of a perfect democracy. The Drive Of The KKK BY WILLIAM GORDON The South Carolina Klan which was run out of its own state during a few months back, seemed to have won the first round in the virgin grounds of North Carolina. This should not be the case in a state whose approach towards decency and democratic ideals has won the respect of the nation at large. The Klan should not be permitted to move into any state, with its bigotry, and demagoguery. During a recent demonstration by this hooded order of hate leaders, near Whiteville, N. C., some 5,000 curiosity seekers assembled to watch about 50 hooded figures parade and spread venom of bigotry. At the meeting, the Klan burned a 22-foot wooden cross wrapped with sacking and soaked with kerosene while members from South Carolina, and other Southern slates paraded in formation. Rights of the Negro, bloc voting and the outcome or the recent Cicero riot case, Bill Hendrix, devout leader of the hooded order leveled his attack on national government figure and what he would do if the people were delusioned enough to elect him the Governor of Florida. Of course Herdrix's most vicious attack was against Negroes voting and the right they maintain under the Constitution of the United States. This has always been a method used by hate leaders and people who want, to deny him the rights he is entitled to It has long been an established pattern and a religion with some people who still call themselves Americans. In referring to the Cicero Riot, Hendrix charged that it took 7 000 whites to run one "little Negro out of Cicero." His comeback was, that he could put on a white robe and 50 of them would have vacated the apartment. What the Klan leader is most mistaken about in his day and time is that Negroes don't "scare" so easily as they did a generation ago. What the Klan should also realize is that Negroes laugh at many of their foolish stunts and will not become frightened when approached on an equal basis. What the Klan has been doing, like most hate groups, and those who operate on the outside of the law, is to gang up on Negroes and minorities. What they say about Negroes and other minorities is being laughed at by all intelligent Americans today. They will continue lo laugh until the white-robed group is run underground or out of this country. On the phase of the operations of the Ku Klux Klan, there can be no compromise of the kind which apparently permitted the meeting in North Carolina to Be held. The Klan is rot by any stretch a private organization operating for the good of the people at large. Us very purpose is to take the low into its own hand and substitute itself for fully constituted authority. The Ku Klux Klan is a vicious organization and this viciousness cannot be disguised. It represents the kind of thinking which runs counter to true American ideals. If it is allowed to continue operation, it will eventually corrupt what this country has tried to establish for a long time — that of a perfect democracy. Forrest Ladds blood when wounded. It may be one of Memphis own citizens whose life is saved by a pint of blood donated by one of our citizens When the Bloodmobile is collecting blood in one of the Mid-South counties, the Center in Memphis does not operate except to make appointments. All nurses and doctors at the Center have to accompany the bloodmobile to the counties when Wood is taken through the Memphis-Shelby Counthrough the Memphis- Selby County Chapter of the Bed Cross, which operates to Center. To matte an appointment to give blood, phone 5-7361, and ask for the Center, which is located at 635 Monroe. Giving blood is painless and safe. A physician is in charge and the donors physical history is recorded before he or she is accepted for a do nation The ages of donors are between 18 and 60 years. If for any reason the physicians finds it is not safe for you to give blood, he will report your condition to your personal physician. Those accepted for a blood donation are given a card of the type blood they have. This can be of great service to the donor in case of a serious accident or illness. Employed persons should make an effort to visit the Center on their lunch hour. The center is open 8:30 to 4:30. Make your appointment today to give a pint of blood to save the life of some members of the armed forces—remember that life could be a member of your family, if serving in the armed forees. AEG Official areas concerned to watch local operations carefully to see that the po licy is carried out. Stating that there is a danger that segregation could be achieved by continuing existing discriminatory hiring practices in the areas, Clearance Mitchell, director of the NAACP Wash ington Bureau, announced that he would meet with AEC officials on September 17. Local and national officials of the NAACP have been working on problems in the AEC plants areas since the Government announced that the H-Bomb would be undertaken as a prospect. Mr. Mitchell has represented the NAACP national office at AEC meetings in Paducah, Alken and Washington. Colorful Pageant director; Andrew McLemore, assistant director; Dixie Homes-Leroy E. Thompson, director; Leola Venson, assistant director; Grady Burson, instructor; Douglas, Leon Sylvers, Jr., director; Odessa W. Myers, assistant director; Foote Homes, Nelson W. Jackson, director; Theodora Robinson, assistant director; Kansas Street; Annie Marie Alien, director; Faye Neely, assistant director; LeMoyne, Edna Jones, director; Joyce R. Broome, assistant director; Klondike, James L. Stamps director. Doris J. Williams, assistant director; Lincoln, William H. Cuipal, director, Johnetta M. Thoinas, assistant director; Lincoln School. Henriene Neale, director; Orange Mound, Charles C. Jones, director, Marie O. Edge, assistant director; Washington Rose M. Mitchell, director; Leroy L. Thomas assistant director. Some of the outstanding features if the day will include: Softball games beginning at 10:30 a. m. starting with the Senior Boys Soft ball, Douglas vs. Boothe, Diamond No, 1. At 1:00 p. m. sandmodeling starts. All playgrounds are included. At 1:20 p. m. Olympic parade. Parade of all playground athletes; immediately preceding the parade will be the judging of playground champion pet: judging of playground champion pet: judging at playground pet club scrap books; judging City Beautiful Projects; Judges include Prof. Blair T. Hunt; Prof Harry Cash Leslie Taylor. Elizabeth Wallace and Hairy Mae Simons. Other main events include; field events under the supervision of J. P. Scott At 3 p m., Safety Oratorical and Song Contest; speakers include: Betty. Jean Cash, Klondike; Edna Knowles, Douglas; Shirley Scott, LeMoyne, Singers, Grace Austin. Foote Homes; Soyna Jones, Lin coin and Joan Williams, Dixie Homes. Perhaps the major attraction of the day, after the close of a day of recreation and good times . . will be the playground pageant, "Cinderella." scheduled for 4 p. m., with Annie Marie Allen and Marie Edge. directing, and Nelson Jackson, pianist Cast: Cinderella, Litty Ann Young LeMoyne Playground. Prince Charming, Walter Morrison, Kansas St. Playground Step Mother, Berthe Scott, LeMoyne Playground Sister, Betty Knox LeMoyne Play ground Sister, Izora Allen, Washington Playground Fairly God Mother, Delores Jennings, Washington Playground Herald. Henderson Spearman Orange Mound Playground Taffy (the Dog) Ivory Graham Kansas St Playground Fuzzy (the Cat) Curtis Byrd. Kan sas St Playground. Flower Dance, Kansas St. and Klondike Playgrounds Court Dance, LeMoyne Playground Spanish Danced Boothe. L. E. Brown and Dixie Homes Playground Dreams, Douglas, Foote Homes and Playgrounds Entertainers, Lincoln School. Orange Mound and Washington Playgrounds. The Royal Guardsmen, Foot Homes and Lincoln Playgrounds The Mice, Douglas Playground And so, the day ends with pleasant memories; there will be a mass flag lowering in the center of the field at 5:00 p. m., under the direction of W. T. McDaniel. Immediately after flag lowering exercises, children will line up in front of their playground tent, and proceed to buses. ENSEMBLE DANCERS director; Andrew McLemore, assistant director; Dixie Homes-Leroy E. Thompson, director; Leola Venson, assistant director; Grady Burson, instructor; Douglas, Leon Sylvers, Jr., director; Odessa W. Myers, assistant director; Foote Homes, Nelson W. Jackson, director; Theodora Robinson, assistant director; Kansas Street; Annie Marie Alien, director; Faye Neely, assistant director; LeMoyne, Edna Jones, director; Joyce R. Broome, assistant director; Klondike, James L. Stamps director. Doris J. Williams, assistant director; Lincoln, William H. Cuipal, director, Johnetta M. Thoinas, assistant director; Lincoln School. Henriene Neale, director; Orange Mound, Charles C. Jones, director, Marie O. Edge, assistant director; Washington Rose M. Mitchell, director; Leroy L. Thomas assistant director. Some of the outstanding features if the day will include: Softball games beginning at 10:30 a. m. starting with the Senior Boys Soft ball, Douglas vs. Boothe, Diamond No, 1. At 1:00 p. m. sandmodeling starts. All playgrounds are included. At 1:20 p. m. Olympic parade. Parade of all playground athletes; immediately preceding the parade will be the judging of playground champion pet: judging of playground champion pet: judging at playground pet club scrap books; judging City Beautiful Projects; Judges include Prof. Blair T. Hunt; Prof Harry Cash Leslie Taylor. Elizabeth Wallace and Hairy Mae Simons. Other main events include; field events under the supervision of J. P. Scott At 3 p m., Safety Oratorical and Song Contest; speakers include: Betty. Jean Cash, Klondike; Edna Knowles, Douglas; Shirley Scott, LeMoyne, Singers, Grace Austin. Foote Homes; Soyna Jones, Lin coin and Joan Williams, Dixie Homes. Perhaps the major attraction of the day, after the close of a day of recreation and good times . . will be the playground pageant, "Cinderella." scheduled for 4 p. m., with Annie Marie Allen and Marie Edge. directing, and Nelson Jackson, pianist Cast: Cinderella, Litty Ann Young LeMoyne Playground. Prince Charming, Walter Morrison, Kansas St. Playground Step Mother, Berthe Scott, LeMoyne Playground Sister, Betty Knox LeMoyne Play ground Sister, Izora Allen, Washington Playground Fairly God Mother, Delores Jennings, Washington Playground Herald. Henderson Spearman Orange Mound Playground Taffy (the Dog) Ivory Graham Kansas St Playground Fuzzy (the Cat) Curtis Byrd. Kan sas St Playground. Flower Dance, Kansas St. and Klondike Playgrounds Court Dance, LeMoyne Playground Spanish Danced Boothe. L. E. Brown and Dixie Homes Playground Dreams, Douglas, Foote Homes and Playgrounds Entertainers, Lincoln School. Orange Mound and Washington Playgrounds. The Royal Guardsmen, Foot Homes and Lincoln Playgrounds The Mice, Douglas Playground And so, the day ends with pleasant memories; there will be a mass flag lowering in the center of the field at 5:00 p. m., under the direction of W. T. McDaniel. Immediately after flag lowering exercises, children will line up in front of their playground tent, and proceed to buses. KILL 'EM WITH KINDNESS © Copyright, 19 Distributed by King Features Syndicate By FRED DICKENS Marrying playboy Ronnie mysteriously name despite the eagle eye or Detective Mack McGann, engaged to guard aim against possible violent death Ronnie friend. Frazier Farwell disc locker in the ouse the or the murder but heard no sound of strggie. McGann warns Charity Jones a beautiful model who was to become Tompkins seventh wife, to remain away from her home white the law's man- in on. IF IT WAS Tompkins slayer who was following him and McGann was due for a 32 in the back, the killer would nave to have a new gun. He had left the other one near the window of the Tompkins study. Whatever his game, the tail was more energetic than polished. Swift glances usually caught him merging into the shadows of the next doorway. McGann hurried toward the waterfront docks. A heed of him stretched the ponderous elevated steelwork of the West Side express highway. Beyond it loomed the graceful shadows of giant ships. Not even the pollution along the docks could spoil completely the fresh, wet breeze of the great river. Far out, a tug nooted and a ferry loosed a deep-voiced answer Here were the black hulks of warehouses, the rough streets of with shining railway tracks. Abruptly, McGann turned a cornerOff to his left like a tremendous stage setting, glowed the city. The detective took only a few steps from the corner, then slipped quickly into a dark and broken doorway. Footsteps slithered up. They rounded the corner. A shadow parsed McGann and the detective moved lithely forward and whipped his left arm about the man's throat. He Jerked back, choking off the smothered cry, and slammed his left knee into the small or the man's back. The man was wiry but agile. He threshed wildly, and they danced across the sidewalk in deadly, embrace. It took ail of McGann's strength to hold the struggling trailer, tie sucked in his breath with agonized effort. With ever increasing pressure, na made sure that his opponent didn't breathe at all. Gradually, the struggles lessened. McGann cautiously allowed his man a breath. When it did not set off any further atomic reaction, he gave him another. Still holding his left arm crooked about the man's throat, he frisked him expertly with his right. There was no weapon so he released his bold. It felt good to let the blood run back into his aching arm. The man sat down on the curb and started to cough. He cougbed and sobbed for air with his head down between his knees. Then he sneezed twice. His hat had fallen oft and be leaned over for and he slapped it against his leg. "Ya muscle bound moron," he said. "I think you fractured my esophagus." McGann said. "Don't you know it's impolite to follow people? He fished a cigarette from his pack. stuck it in his mouth and struck a match. After lighting the cigarête, he held the match in front of the man's face. He had seen those sharp features before, and suddenly he thought of the stoop in front of the Tompkins home, and flashing bulbs. It was the dark young man in a crumpled tedora who had demanded admittance to the murder house for himself and news photographer. "Hildy." McGann said. "don't ever sneak up on me again. You nearly went to that city room in the sky." The reporter was tenderly pressing thin fingers against his neck. The match burned McGann's hand and he dropped it. He struck another This time the glow revealed a pained grin. The reporter rose unsteadily, and clapped his hat back on. "Mr. McGann." he said. "My trailing days are over. From now on I cover nothing but golden weddings and lodge meetings." McGann was surprised. He said, "You name names?" "I name ." the young man said. They were in the dark again Like a beacon far down in the cavernous tunnel under the nighway shone the lights of a waterfront tavern. The detective tapped the other on the elbow. "Come." he said. "I would have words with you." The bartender slid glasses in front of Detective Mack McGann and Dinkman "Dink" Wexton, general assignments man of the Morning Blade. With a thick forefinger, he extracted a quarter from the change scattered on the moist mahogany in front of McGann The barkeep's left ear was a sunkissed cauliflower and his nose was a broken ski-slide. He leaned forward between them. "Anything else, gents?" "Yes." McGann said. "I'd like another of those hard-boiled eggs. They're very good." "Thank you, sir," the bartender said. He threw a light left Jab at the bowl and lifted out an egg. He hooked it to the bar, crossing his right with the salt. He feinted another dime from the change, and stepped quickly to the cash register, balancing on the balls of his feet. Wexton watched the performance with exaggerated interest. "What round is this?" he asked. "Three," McGann said. "I think our man is winning on points." The cash register bell rang and the bartender subsided, breathing deeply. He picked out a nickel change and slid it across to Join the other, coins in front of the delective. Wexton looked at McGann and grinned crookedly. He had dark circles under his eyes which were however, bright and alert. He winked and turned back to the bartender. "Use your right a little more," he advised. "You could've nailed him twice that round." The man behind the bar slid his head smoothly to the right, weaved back and to the left. He feinted Briefly with his shoulder and clinched with the inner edge of the bar. "Naw," be said. "I'm carrying Mm six rounds for the video rights." Wexton stared. "That stops me," he said. They had been there twenty rainutes. A clock with a cracked glass said 10:55. Without appearing to, McGann had studied the newspaperman and tie bad not been displeased with the results. Dink Wexton was quick and sensible, Also, he probably knew more than anyone else about the late Ronnie Tompkins. The reporter had explained everything with commendable incidity. Some years before, be had covered the first of Ronnie Tompkins' minute marriages. As such things will, it had started a trend in the city room of The Blade. From hen on he had been required to cover all of them. When the newspapers still were, interested in interviews with Tompkins, Wexton automatically had drawn the assignment He was the "Tompkins expert." If the art editor was too lazy to cheek the morgue and Just yelled. "Hey that Harmon dame. Wasn't she Tompkins third wife?" Wexton called back, "No. She was the second." He didn't even nave to look it up. It was a convenience to have him around, like a highly-specialized almanac. "I'd been expecting to hear from Tompkins," Wexton said. "That's why I wasn't surprised by the phone call." That call, he told McGann, apparently had come in to the switchboard of The Blade in the early afternoon, before he had come on. Tompkins merely had left word that he would like to see Wexton any time that be could drop up before seven. "It was a good excuse to get out of the office." Wexton had confessed to the detective. "I rolled around there about five and rang the bell half a dozen times but didn't get an answer. So I found a place over on Madison Avenue and bad a sandwich and coffee. I went back to the house once and then hit the coffeepot again. I was Just getting settled when bloole every squad car in the city goes by." SYNOPSIS © Copyright, 19 Distributed by King Features Syndicate By FRED DICKENS Marrying playboy Ronnie mysteriously name despite the eagle eye or Detective Mack McGann, engaged to guard aim against possible violent death Ronnie friend. Frazier Farwell disc locker in the ouse the or the murder but heard no sound of strggie. McGann warns Charity Jones a beautiful model who was to become Tompkins seventh wife, to remain away from her home white the law's man- in on. IF IT WAS Tompkins slayer who was following him and McGann was due for a 32 in the back, the killer would nave to have a new gun. He had left the other one near the window of the Tompkins study. Whatever his game, the tail was more energetic than polished. Swift glances usually caught him merging into the shadows of the next doorway. McGann hurried toward the waterfront docks. A heed of him stretched the ponderous elevated steelwork of the West Side express highway. Beyond it loomed the graceful shadows of giant ships. Not even the pollution along the docks could spoil completely the fresh, wet breeze of the great river. Far out, a tug nooted and a ferry loosed a deep-voiced answer Here were the black hulks of warehouses, the rough streets of with shining railway tracks. Abruptly, McGann turned a cornerOff to his left like a tremendous stage setting, glowed the city. The detective took only a few steps from the corner, then slipped quickly into a dark and broken doorway. Footsteps slithered up. They rounded the corner. A shadow parsed McGann and the detective moved lithely forward and whipped his left arm about the man's throat. He Jerked back, choking off the smothered cry, and slammed his left knee into the small or the man's back. The man was wiry but agile. He threshed wildly, and they danced across the sidewalk in deadly, embrace. It took ail of McGann's strength to hold the struggling trailer, tie sucked in his breath with agonized effort. With ever increasing pressure, na made sure that his opponent didn't breathe at all. Gradually, the struggles lessened. McGann cautiously allowed his man a breath. When it did not set off any further atomic reaction, he gave him another. Still holding his left arm crooked about the man's throat, he frisked him expertly with his right. There was no weapon so he released his bold. It felt good to let the blood run back into his aching arm. The man sat down on the curb and started to cough. He cougbed and sobbed for air with his head down between his knees. Then he sneezed twice. His hat had fallen oft and be leaned over for and he slapped it against his leg. "Ya muscle bound moron," he said. "I think you fractured my esophagus." McGann said. "Don't you know it's impolite to follow people? He fished a cigarette from his pack. stuck it in his mouth and struck a match. After lighting the cigarête, he held the match in front of the man's face. He had seen those sharp features before, and suddenly he thought of the stoop in front of the Tompkins home, and flashing bulbs. It was the dark young man in a crumpled tedora who had demanded admittance to the murder house for himself and news photographer. "Hildy." McGann said. "don't ever sneak up on me again. You nearly went to that city room in the sky." The reporter was tenderly pressing thin fingers against his neck. The match burned McGann's hand and he dropped it. He struck another This time the glow revealed a pained grin. The reporter rose unsteadily, and clapped his hat back on. "Mr. McGann." he said. "My trailing days are over. From now on I cover nothing but golden weddings and lodge meetings." McGann was surprised. He said, "You name names?" "I name ." the young man said. They were in the dark again Like a beacon far down in the cavernous tunnel under the nighway shone the lights of a waterfront tavern. The detective tapped the other on the elbow. "Come." he said. "I would have words with you." The bartender slid glasses in front of Detective Mack McGann and Dinkman "Dink" Wexton, general assignments man of the Morning Blade. With a thick forefinger, he extracted a quarter from the change scattered on the moist mahogany in front of McGann The barkeep's left ear was a sunkissed cauliflower and his nose was a broken ski-slide. He leaned forward between them. "Anything else, gents?" "Yes." McGann said. "I'd like another of those hard-boiled eggs. They're very good." "Thank you, sir," the bartender said. He threw a light left Jab at the bowl and lifted out an egg. He hooked it to the bar, crossing his right with the salt. He feinted another dime from the change, and stepped quickly to the cash register, balancing on the balls of his feet. Wexton watched the performance with exaggerated interest. "What round is this?" he asked. "Three," McGann said. "I think our man is winning on points." The cash register bell rang and the bartender subsided, breathing deeply. He picked out a nickel change and slid it across to Join the other, coins in front of the delective. Wexton looked at McGann and grinned crookedly. He had dark circles under his eyes which were however, bright and alert. He winked and turned back to the bartender. "Use your right a little more," he advised. "You could've nailed him twice that round." The man behind the bar slid his head smoothly to the right, weaved back and to the left. He feinted Briefly with his shoulder and clinched with the inner edge of the bar. "Naw," be said. "I'm carrying Mm six rounds for the video rights." Wexton stared. "That stops me," he said. They had been there twenty rainutes. A clock with a cracked glass said 10:55. Without appearing to, McGann had studied the newspaperman and tie bad not been displeased with the results. Dink Wexton was quick and sensible, Also, he probably knew more than anyone else about the late Ronnie Tompkins. The reporter had explained everything with commendable incidity. Some years before, be had covered the first of Ronnie Tompkins' minute marriages. As such things will, it had started a trend in the city room of The Blade. From hen on he had been required to cover all of them. When the newspapers still were, interested in interviews with Tompkins, Wexton automatically had drawn the assignment He was the "Tompkins expert." If the art editor was too lazy to cheek the morgue and Just yelled. "Hey that Harmon dame. Wasn't she Tompkins third wife?" Wexton called back, "No. She was the second." He didn't even nave to look it up. It was a convenience to have him around, like a highly-specialized almanac. "I'd been expecting to hear from Tompkins," Wexton said. "That's why I wasn't surprised by the phone call." That call, he told McGann, apparently had come in to the switchboard of The Blade in the early afternoon, before he had come on. Tompkins merely had left word that he would like to see Wexton any time that be could drop up before seven. "It was a good excuse to get out of the office." Wexton had confessed to the detective. "I rolled around there about five and rang the bell half a dozen times but didn't get an answer. So I found a place over on Madison Avenue and bad a sandwich and coffee. I went back to the house once and then hit the coffeepot again. I was Just getting settled when bloole every squad car in the city goes by." CHAPTER EIGHT © Copyright, 19 Distributed by King Features Syndicate By FRED DICKENS Marrying playboy Ronnie mysteriously name despite the eagle eye or Detective Mack McGann, engaged to guard aim against possible violent death Ronnie friend. Frazier Farwell disc locker in the ouse the or the murder but heard no sound of strggie. McGann warns Charity Jones a beautiful model who was to become Tompkins seventh wife, to remain away from her home white the law's man- in on. IF IT WAS Tompkins slayer who was following him and McGann was due for a 32 in the back, the killer would nave to have a new gun. He had left the other one near the window of the Tompkins study. Whatever his game, the tail was more energetic than polished. Swift glances usually caught him merging into the shadows of the next doorway. McGann hurried toward the waterfront docks. A heed of him stretched the ponderous elevated steelwork of the West Side express highway. Beyond it loomed the graceful shadows of giant ships. Not even the pollution along the docks could spoil completely the fresh, wet breeze of the great river. Far out, a tug nooted and a ferry loosed a deep-voiced answer Here were the black hulks of warehouses, the rough streets of with shining railway tracks. Abruptly, McGann turned a cornerOff to his left like a tremendous stage setting, glowed the city. The detective took only a few steps from the corner, then slipped quickly into a dark and broken doorway. Footsteps slithered up. They rounded the corner. A shadow parsed McGann and the detective moved lithely forward and whipped his left arm about the man's throat. He Jerked back, choking off the smothered cry, and slammed his left knee into the small or the man's back. The man was wiry but agile. He threshed wildly, and they danced across the sidewalk in deadly, embrace. It took ail of McGann's strength to hold the struggling trailer, tie sucked in his breath with agonized effort. With ever increasing pressure, na made sure that his opponent didn't breathe at all. Gradually, the struggles lessened. McGann cautiously allowed his man a breath. When it did not set off any further atomic reaction, he gave him another. Still holding his left arm crooked about the man's throat, he frisked him expertly with his right. There was no weapon so he released his bold. It felt good to let the blood run back into his aching arm. The man sat down on the curb and started to cough. He cougbed and sobbed for air with his head down between his knees. Then he sneezed twice. His hat had fallen oft and be leaned over for and he slapped it against his leg. "Ya muscle bound moron," he said. "I think you fractured my esophagus." McGann said. "Don't you know it's impolite to follow people? He fished a cigarette from his pack. stuck it in his mouth and struck a match. After lighting the cigarête, he held the match in front of the man's face. He had seen those sharp features before, and suddenly he thought of the stoop in front of the Tompkins home, and flashing bulbs. It was the dark young man in a crumpled tedora who had demanded admittance to the murder house for himself and news photographer. "Hildy." McGann said. "don't ever sneak up on me again. You nearly went to that city room in the sky." The reporter was tenderly pressing thin fingers against his neck. The match burned McGann's hand and he dropped it. He struck another This time the glow revealed a pained grin. The reporter rose unsteadily, and clapped his hat back on. "Mr. McGann." he said. "My trailing days are over. From now on I cover nothing but golden weddings and lodge meetings." McGann was surprised. He said, "You name names?" "I name ." the young man said. They were in the dark again Like a beacon far down in the cavernous tunnel under the nighway shone the lights of a waterfront tavern. The detective tapped the other on the elbow. "Come." he said. "I would have words with you." The bartender slid glasses in front of Detective Mack McGann and Dinkman "Dink" Wexton, general assignments man of the Morning Blade. With a thick forefinger, he extracted a quarter from the change scattered on the moist mahogany in front of McGann The barkeep's left ear was a sunkissed cauliflower and his nose was a broken ski-slide. He leaned forward between them. "Anything else, gents?" "Yes." McGann said. "I'd like another of those hard-boiled eggs. They're very good." "Thank you, sir," the bartender said. He threw a light left Jab at the bowl and lifted out an egg. He hooked it to the bar, crossing his right with the salt. He feinted another dime from the change, and stepped quickly to the cash register, balancing on the balls of his feet. Wexton watched the performance with exaggerated interest. "What round is this?" he asked. "Three," McGann said. "I think our man is winning on points." The cash register bell rang and the bartender subsided, breathing deeply. He picked out a nickel change and slid it across to Join the other, coins in front of the delective. Wexton looked at McGann and grinned crookedly. He had dark circles under his eyes which were however, bright and alert. He winked and turned back to the bartender. "Use your right a little more," he advised. "You could've nailed him twice that round." The man behind the bar slid his head smoothly to the right, weaved back and to the left. He feinted Briefly with his shoulder and clinched with the inner edge of the bar. "Naw," be said. "I'm carrying Mm six rounds for the video rights." Wexton stared. "That stops me," he said. They had been there twenty rainutes. A clock with a cracked glass said 10:55. Without appearing to, McGann had studied the newspaperman and tie bad not been displeased with the results. Dink Wexton was quick and sensible, Also, he probably knew more than anyone else about the late Ronnie Tompkins. The reporter had explained everything with commendable incidity. Some years before, be had covered the first of Ronnie Tompkins' minute marriages. As such things will, it had started a trend in the city room of The Blade. From hen on he had been required to cover all of them. When the newspapers still were, interested in interviews with Tompkins, Wexton automatically had drawn the assignment He was the "Tompkins expert." If the art editor was too lazy to cheek the morgue and Just yelled. "Hey that Harmon dame. Wasn't she Tompkins third wife?" Wexton called back, "No. She was the second." He didn't even nave to look it up. It was a convenience to have him around, like a highly-specialized almanac. "I'd been expecting to hear from Tompkins," Wexton said. "That's why I wasn't surprised by the phone call." That call, he told McGann, apparently had come in to the switchboard of The Blade in the early afternoon, before he had come on. Tompkins merely had left word that he would like to see Wexton any time that be could drop up before seven. "It was a good excuse to get out of the office." Wexton had confessed to the detective. "I rolled around there about five and rang the bell half a dozen times but didn't get an answer. So I found a place over on Madison Avenue and bad a sandwich and coffee. I went back to the house once and then hit the coffeepot again. I was Just getting settled when bloole every squad car in the city goes by." Principal Wells' no insurance. Donations may be sent to the World or to WDIA where Prof Wells conducts a Sunday program from 9 to 11 called the "Sunday Jubilee." At present the family is making their home with Mrs. Wells mother at 1181 Krayer Street. Donation may be sent direct to his home, if more convenient. N. C. Police County. S. C., Just across the state border from here. One Klansmen, attired in policeman's uniform was killed at a demonstration in Myrtie Beach, last year. South Carolina, Governor James F. Byrnes sponsored an anti-masking law with teeth in it during the recent session of the State Legislature and Hamilton's nightriders have avoided a clash with it until now. The Raleigh News and Observer, liberal white daily, commented editorially that the South Carolina Ku Klux Klan, "which has been put out of business in its own state now plans to move over the state line. "The Ku Klux Klan is not want ed in North Carolina." But the Klansmen made good their threat on Saturday night, August 18, and burned a 27-foot flaming cross in a corn field just eight miles south of Whiteville. It was the first Klan meeting in North Carolina for many year About 5,000 gathered for the ceremonies. Seventy-two state highway patrolmen, several FBI agents and a dozen Columbus county officers watched the gathering which went off without incident. In Wilmington, following the Klan gathering. District Solicitor Moore said he was studying the legality of the hoods worn by the 97 Klansmen taking part in the rally. Under state law, Moore explained, the wearing of hoods is not illegal unless it is to further political purposes or to circumvent the laws. Moore, who was-present at the rally, said also he was Considering speeches made by Grand Dragon Hamilton of Leesville, S. C., and Grand Dragon Bill Hendrix, of Tallahassee, Fla., to determine if anything was said which would permit legal action. 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