Memphis World Memphis World Publishing Co. 1959-02-28 Thaddeus T. Stokes MEMPHIS WORLD The South's Oldest and Leading Colored Semi-Weekly Newspaper. Published by MEMPHIS WORLD PUBLISHING CO. Every WEDNESDAY and SATURDAY at 546 BEALE—Phone JA 6-4030 Member of SCOTT NEWSPAPER SYNDICATE W.A Scott, II, founder; C.A. Scott, General Manager Entered in the Post Office at Memphis, Tenn., as second-class man under the Act of Congress, March 1, 1870 Thaddeus T. Stokes Managing Editor SMITH FLEMING Circulation Manager SUBSCRIPTION RATES Year $5.00—6 Months $3.00—3 Months $1.50 (In Advance) The MEMPHIS WORLD is an independent newspaper—non sectarian and non-partisan, printing news unblasedly and supporting those things it believes to be of interest to its readers and opposing those things against the interest of its readers. The Deep South Is Bound To "Think On These Things" Surely no particular pride can be taken in the sad situation developing at Front Royal, Virginia, where there is literally going on a boycott by white students against the school that has been integrated by court orders. This presents a rather unfortunate picture. The order of a Federal judge to integrate some 22 pupils of color to the high school in the county is being met with the rebuff of the white students continuing in the private schools setup at the beginning of the integration issue last September. (1) Here is a situation in which young children are being indoctrinated with the spurious virus that the court can effectively be ignored: (2) Here are young Negro citizens experiencing the ordeal of being the untouchables, the outcasts and unfit for a general circulation in an American society. This condition of affairs is to be generally deplored. Time and tide look on this un-American debacle with no pride or envy, and the record and its sentiments will live a long, long time. To the contrary, it must be accepted, in all good society that Miami and Dade County are making a start. This is being done quietly and without incident. Governor LeRoy Collins of Florida has been going over the Orange State preaching the doctrine of peace and goodwill. He realized the powerful potentialities of a tourist state and he has sold from the deepest South region, the advantages of living in the state of Florida. As a result the nation has seen the state of Florida climb from far down the ladder of increased population up to a 12th place in the list of states in growth. This is no mean position and as such there is bound to be an attraction which will fur ther the growth and development of that state. No one need entertain the idea that Florida and Governor Collins are not being studied. Industry and capital both are watching with avidity the commercial reactions to such a state policy. With an ever increase in population and no threats of school closings, industry and those business expansions envisioning a fine climate and a peaceful sentiment are bound to come in Jo further enhance the possibilities of such a wholesome environment. Those who study those two positions and later make a contrast, are sure to run upon the bold facts that what Governor Collins did, Governor J. Lindsay Almond, Jr., of Virginia did not do. Governor Collins knew and he told the people of Florida: "I want you to understand that in all this racial furor I feel a deep sense of duty to deal truthfully and honestly with you." The governor further stated that he would not hold out to the people that mighty shouts and legislative magic, "we can make ourselves immune from the laws of the United States." Thusly, we have in Florida an orderly procession of officials dealing honestly with the people with no threats, counter threats, boycotts and loud mouthing disturbing the good relations of this nation. What is going on in Virginia, to the contrary is the results of sentiments and conditioned atmosphere allowed to obtain through the failure of the governor and his associates to tell the people what Governor Collins dared to do. Not only Governor Almond, but many others have time to deliberate and "think on these things," which sooner or later must come to poss. What Do You Read? The reading habits of the American people give reason for genuine alarm among scholars, intellectuals and those who ponder the nation's future. We are, in short, going down the road to cheapness, vulgarity and mediocrity. A responsible church leader, talking recently on the subject of what the young people of today read, painted out very effectively that today's youngsters are given a steady diet of trash, vulgarity and sex literature which has never before been available to the American people in such quantity, or in such a degree of brutal bad taste. We do not believe in censorship, and we believe that adults should be entitled to read what they wish to read. On the other hand, young minds in the formative and impressionable stages, should hot be subject to such an overwhelming does of this bad influence. It is not exaggeration to say that the young people of many countries are putting their time to better use than are most of the young- people of the United States. This should disturb everyone interested in his country, the people of the United States, and our future. Golden Gleams A man that is well advised areadeth his least enemy. Take heed of wind that comes in at a hole, and a reconciled enemy George Herbert. WISHING WELL Registered U. S. Patent Office. H is a pleasant little game that will give you a message every day. It is a numerical puzzle designed to spell put your fortune. Count the letters in your first name. If the number of letters is 6 or more, subtract 4. If the number is less than 6, add 3. The result is your key number. Start at the upper left-hand corner of the rectangle and check every one of your key numbers, left to right. Then read the message the letters under the checked figures give you. TOP EMPLOYEE — Colonel Harry F. Hansen, Acting Commanding Officer, Memphis General Depot, presents Robert F. Williams, 199 West Davant, a safety inscribed cigarette lighter for being the top Safti-Centive Em ployee of the Depot for the period October, to December, 1958. At the left is John Early, 1484 Oriole, who was presented a mechanical pencil for being runner-up in the Safti-Centive Award. MEALTIME MELODIES It's hard to say which is mors popular at our house chocolate candy or chocolate cake. But one thing is sure—no treat gets a bigger welcome than easy Brownies made with my Pet Evaporated Milk recipe. That's because these delicious BROWNIES are like rich chocolate fudge and milk- chocolate cake combined. They have a moist, chewy exture with crisp pieces of all through. These BROWNIES are not only extra good, the recipe makes MORE brownies than recipes which don't call for milk. And since you use Pet Evarorated Milk, the brownies are even RICHER than the kind made with bottled milk. That onefourth cup of Pet Milk gives you as much nourishment as a half-cup of whole milk too. Another nice thing about this recipe is that you mix the whole thing in one open pan so you can see why these brownies are called "easy". Next time you want to treat your family to something special, I hope you'll remember to try my recipe for rich, chocolate-y EASY BROWNIES. 1 can guarantee they'll be a favorite at your house, too! 3-4 cup sifted all-purpose flour 1-2 teaspoon baking power 1-2 teaspoon salt 1-3 cup melted shortening 1-2 cup cocoa 1-4 cup Pet Evaporated Milk 2 Tablespoons water 1 cup sugar 1 Tablespoon corn syrup 1 teaspoon vanilla 2 unbeaten eggs 2-3 cup finely cut nuts Sift together onto piece of waxed paper the flour, baking power, ind salt. Mix in a 2-quart saucepan he shorting and cocoa. Stir in gradually a mixture of milk and water. Mix in well the sugar, syrup sugar and vanilla. Add eggs, then beat hard. Mix in flour mixture and nuts. Spread batter in greased. llx7-inch pan. Bake in 350 oven (modera'e) 25 minutes, or until cake pulls from pan. Cool in pan. Cut into 24 two-inch pieces. LOUISE PROTHRO'S PET RECIPES: It's hard to say which is mors popular at our house chocolate candy or chocolate cake. But one thing is sure—no treat gets a bigger welcome than easy Brownies made with my Pet Evaporated Milk recipe. That's because these delicious BROWNIES are like rich chocolate fudge and milk- chocolate cake combined. They have a moist, chewy exture with crisp pieces of all through. These BROWNIES are not only extra good, the recipe makes MORE brownies than recipes which don't call for milk. And since you use Pet Evarorated Milk, the brownies are even RICHER than the kind made with bottled milk. That onefourth cup of Pet Milk gives you as much nourishment as a half-cup of whole milk too. Another nice thing about this recipe is that you mix the whole thing in one open pan so you can see why these brownies are called "easy". Next time you want to treat your family to something special, I hope you'll remember to try my recipe for rich, chocolate-y EASY BROWNIES. 1 can guarantee they'll be a favorite at your house, too! 3-4 cup sifted all-purpose flour 1-2 teaspoon baking power 1-2 teaspoon salt 1-3 cup melted shortening 1-2 cup cocoa 1-4 cup Pet Evaporated Milk 2 Tablespoons water 1 cup sugar 1 Tablespoon corn syrup 1 teaspoon vanilla 2 unbeaten eggs 2-3 cup finely cut nuts Sift together onto piece of waxed paper the flour, baking power, ind salt. Mix in a 2-quart saucepan he shorting and cocoa. Stir in gradually a mixture of milk and water. Mix in well the sugar, syrup sugar and vanilla. Add eggs, then beat hard. Mix in flour mixture and nuts. Spread batter in greased. llx7-inch pan. Bake in 350 oven (modera'e) 25 minutes, or until cake pulls from pan. Cool in pan. Cut into 24 two-inch pieces. EASY BROWNIES It's hard to say which is mors popular at our house chocolate candy or chocolate cake. But one thing is sure—no treat gets a bigger welcome than easy Brownies made with my Pet Evaporated Milk recipe. That's because these delicious BROWNIES are like rich chocolate fudge and milk- chocolate cake combined. They have a moist, chewy exture with crisp pieces of all through. These BROWNIES are not only extra good, the recipe makes MORE brownies than recipes which don't call for milk. And since you use Pet Evarorated Milk, the brownies are even RICHER than the kind made with bottled milk. That onefourth cup of Pet Milk gives you as much nourishment as a half-cup of whole milk too. Another nice thing about this recipe is that you mix the whole thing in one open pan so you can see why these brownies are called "easy". Next time you want to treat your family to something special, I hope you'll remember to try my recipe for rich, chocolate-y EASY BROWNIES. 1 can guarantee they'll be a favorite at your house, too! 3-4 cup sifted all-purpose flour 1-2 teaspoon baking power 1-2 teaspoon salt 1-3 cup melted shortening 1-2 cup cocoa 1-4 cup Pet Evaporated Milk 2 Tablespoons water 1 cup sugar 1 Tablespoon corn syrup 1 teaspoon vanilla 2 unbeaten eggs 2-3 cup finely cut nuts Sift together onto piece of waxed paper the flour, baking power, ind salt. Mix in a 2-quart saucepan he shorting and cocoa. Stir in gradually a mixture of milk and water. Mix in well the sugar, syrup sugar and vanilla. Add eggs, then beat hard. Mix in flour mixture and nuts. Spread batter in greased. llx7-inch pan. Bake in 350 oven (modera'e) 25 minutes, or until cake pulls from pan. Cool in pan. Cut into 24 two-inch pieces. STUDENT NURSES AT E. H. CRUMP HOSPITAL— don't spend all of their time learning how to care for patients ... they, like most persons should — take time out for recreation. They go to the Abe Scharff Branch YMCA every Monday and Thursday afternoon to play basketball. Tossing the ball is Miss Mary MeGowan. Ready to catch the ball on the rebound is Miss Evelyn Tipton. Others in the second row are: Misses Leah Davis, Rosie Jones and Yvonne Shaw. In another part of the gymnasium at the time this photograph was made were: Misses Marva Barnes, Hazel Peques, Osa Wallace, Dorothy Mays, Patricia Oates, Lois Lloyd, Clara Burton, Irene Waddington, Bonnie Collins, Lula Taylor, Porestine Olieff and Dorothy McAdory. Water, Water All "Hack, people have heard of the place in the last few days who never knew it existed." Ike Proposes To Give of the controversial FEPC approach, even if "only by the back door." Congress never has gone this far. Its, 1957 civil rights act dealt only with voting rights. Raising the issue of discrimination in employment "opens another idoor" on the civil rights front and thus creates another dispute at a time when many leaders hope the racial crisis will quiet down. Legislating on the job discrimination question would mean annual appropriations and a "fight every year" in House and Senate. "FIGHT EVERY YEAR" of the controversial FEPC approach, even if "only by the back door." Congress never has gone this far. Its, 1957 civil rights act dealt only with voting rights. Raising the issue of discrimination in employment "opens another idoor" on the civil rights front and thus creates another dispute at a time when many leaders hope the racial crisis will quiet down. Legislating on the job discrimination question would mean annual appropriations and a "fight every year" in House and Senate. Justice Dept. of Alabama a party to the action. Alabama Atty. Gen. McDonald Gallion argued the suit should be dismissed on grounds the complaint cannot be enforced through the Civil Rights Act of 1957 and that both Rogers and Livingston have resigned their positions as registrars. "This case is completely - preposterous," Gallion argued. He said under Alabama law a board of registrars is not nor can it be construed as a person or individual and thus the federal government cannot proceed with its suit under the Civil Rights Act. He said Rogers and Livingston resigned in "good faith" weeks before the suit was served. Rogers has been elected to the state House of Representatives and Livingston has been appointed to the jury commission in Macon County: Under Alabama's Constitution, Gallion said, no man can hold two paid public offices, and therefore the new posts of Rogers and Livingston pre-empt them for serving as registrars. Ryan countered with the argument the Civil Rights Act., did not specifically define person or individual and the legislative intent of the act, as evidence by discussions in the Senate Judiciary Committee, indicate a board of registrars is a "suable entity." Ryan contended Rogers and Livingston had no right to resign until their successors were appointed because voter registration is an indispensable perequisite." He charged the two men utilized the "transparent device of hasty resignation to frustrate federal rights." He said Alabama law indicates registrars cannot resign until their successors have been named and that this procedure must be maintained "for continuity sate. Someone has to turn records over to someone else and Rogers and Livingston have not fulfilled their obligation." The original suit complains that in Macon County white registered voters number 3,016 out of approximately 3,1O0 or approximately 97 per cent. The suit claims only 1,110 Negroes out of approximately 14,000 are registered or 8 per cent. CALLS CASE PREPOSTEROUS of Alabama a party to the action. Alabama Atty. Gen. McDonald Gallion argued the suit should be dismissed on grounds the complaint cannot be enforced through the Civil Rights Act of 1957 and that both Rogers and Livingston have resigned their positions as registrars. "This case is completely - preposterous," Gallion argued. He said under Alabama law a board of registrars is not nor can it be construed as a person or individual and thus the federal government cannot proceed with its suit under the Civil Rights Act. He said Rogers and Livingston resigned in "good faith" weeks before the suit was served. Rogers has been elected to the state House of Representatives and Livingston has been appointed to the jury commission in Macon County: Under Alabama's Constitution, Gallion said, no man can hold two paid public offices, and therefore the new posts of Rogers and Livingston pre-empt them for serving as registrars. Ryan countered with the argument the Civil Rights Act., did not specifically define person or individual and the legislative intent of the act, as evidence by discussions in the Senate Judiciary Committee, indicate a board of registrars is a "suable entity." Ryan contended Rogers and Livingston had no right to resign until their successors were appointed because voter registration is an indispensable perequisite." He charged the two men utilized the "transparent device of hasty resignation to frustrate federal rights." He said Alabama law indicates registrars cannot resign until their successors have been named and that this procedure must be maintained "for continuity sate. Someone has to turn records over to someone else and Rogers and Livingston have not fulfilled their obligation." The original suit complains that in Macon County white registered voters number 3,016 out of approximately 3,1O0 or approximately 97 per cent. The suit claims only 1,110 Negroes out of approximately 14,000 are registered or 8 per cent. HITS RESIGNATIONS of Alabama a party to the action. Alabama Atty. Gen. McDonald Gallion argued the suit should be dismissed on grounds the complaint cannot be enforced through the Civil Rights Act of 1957 and that both Rogers and Livingston have resigned their positions as registrars. "This case is completely - preposterous," Gallion argued. He said under Alabama law a board of registrars is not nor can it be construed as a person or individual and thus the federal government cannot proceed with its suit under the Civil Rights Act. He said Rogers and Livingston resigned in "good faith" weeks before the suit was served. Rogers has been elected to the state House of Representatives and Livingston has been appointed to the jury commission in Macon County: Under Alabama's Constitution, Gallion said, no man can hold two paid public offices, and therefore the new posts of Rogers and Livingston pre-empt them for serving as registrars. Ryan countered with the argument the Civil Rights Act., did not specifically define person or individual and the legislative intent of the act, as evidence by discussions in the Senate Judiciary Committee, indicate a board of registrars is a "suable entity." Ryan contended Rogers and Livingston had no right to resign until their successors were appointed because voter registration is an indispensable perequisite." He charged the two men utilized the "transparent device of hasty resignation to frustrate federal rights." He said Alabama law indicates registrars cannot resign until their successors have been named and that this procedure must be maintained "for continuity sate. Someone has to turn records over to someone else and Rogers and Livingston have not fulfilled their obligation." The original suit complains that in Macon County white registered voters number 3,016 out of approximately 3,1O0 or approximately 97 per cent. The suit claims only 1,110 Negroes out of approximately 14,000 are registered or 8 per cent. Talmadge Loses ligion or national origins." The son of the late Eugene Talmadge cited his own record as Governor of Georgia," in equalizing salaries, facilities, and opportunities for all Georgia children" which bespoke his "sincerity on this point." In reply the editors of the Herald wrote another editorial which care fully disclosed the discrepancies in the Georgia legislator's letter. "We cannot agree," stated the editors, "that we have misunderstood or misrepresented his (Senator Talmadge's) position. "Mr. Talmadge says his proposal is neither for nor against segregation, but is amed simply at resong local control of schools. In his remarks to the Senate, however, he clearly indicated that the purpose of his amendment was to offset and nullify the Supreme Court's anti-segregation decision. "The effect of the amendment would be to prevent enforcement of the decision; in short, to let the South go on as before... "The senator indignantly denies that Georgia or any other southern state would even consider denying equal opportunities to any group whatever. "Yet Negro children, were for years land in many places still are) given inferior school facilities in segregated systems. It was only when pressure was applied through the federal courts that a systematic effort began to bring Negro school facilities up to while standards." Navy is spread thin in the Alaskan area. Taiwan stresses need -of U. S. aid. The New WAYNE D.OVERHOISER Thriller THE LONE DEPUTY 1957, Wayne D. Overholser From the novel published by The Macmillan Co. Distributed by King Features Syndicate Price Regan, town marshal of Saddle Rock. Colo., and deputy sheritf of Tremalne county, has more on his mind than Laura Madden, even though she has announced to him that he is marrying her. Price would he willing enough to marry Laura if he wasn't the man in the middle in a struggle of power and pride between Laura's father. Barry Madden, Saddle Rock's banker, and Cole Weston, a cattleman whose riders do not respect any laws. Madden found out he didn't own Price when he offered him a house as a wedding present in return for running homesteader-storekeeper Walt Cronin out of the country. Price refused. Word of this traveled fast, and one of Cole Weston's gunslinging cowboys. Curly Blue, picked a fight with Price. Blue fame out second best, so Weston ordered Madden to get rid of Price. For Laura's sake. Madden persuaded Weston to allow him twelve hours to bring Price into line without gunplay. Weston doesn't want settlers coming into the valley and obtaining legal possession under homestead laws of land Weston has been holding by force. Weston wants to make a forbidding example of Cronin. Price, his motives misunderstood by the homesteaders, is now the object of the hostility of both sides in the struggle.... "BRUCE" Susie Farnum called. "Come over here and ride with us." Lizzie Potter started to object, but Jean broke in, "Sure, you go ahead, Bruce," and Lizzie was too worn out to do anything more than grumble. Dora Farnum rode on the seat with her father. There was barely room in the back for Bruce and Susie along with the beef carcass that was covered with a canvas. The Potters had gone ahead. They'd pick up Frank Evans to ride with Jean. Lizzie had been trying to get them married for a year now saying they'd all be better off because they could run both places together. That showed how stupid she was, Bruce thought. You didn't make one good farm by putting two poor ones together." Dusk turned to night before they reached Walt Cronin's store. Bruce and Susie didn't talk. They just sat holding hands, with Dora turning around to look at them every now and then. Bruce didn't like Dora. She was big and coarse, and thought Bruce was a sissy. Maybe he was the way Dora looked at things, but it wasn't any of her business. Besides, he had his opinion of her. Susie was different. She was small and pretty and sweet. When they went into the store, Lizzie was already at the drygoods counter. Jean and Dora Farnum drifted over to stand beside her. George Farnum took a look at Walt Cronin's battered face and said, "What happened to you, son?" "Met up" with a bear," Cronin said. "You oughtta see the bear." "I'll bet," Farnum jeered. "Well, I've got three quarters of a beef in the wagon. Want me to fetch it in?" "Sure, bring it in." Lizzie whirled from the counter. "Walt, it's stolen just like all the beef we eat la stolen. There's going to be trouble if we keep this up. Price Regan came to see us today." "Sure it's stolen," Cronin said, "and we're gonna keep on stealing from the cowmen until they're busted. This is just a Beginning, and don't you worry about PriceRegan. He'll be taken care of when the sign's right, and I figure the sign's about right." Susie kept nudging Bruce with her elbow. He glanced at the jars of candy on the candy counter and wished he had even one nickel to buy some for Susie. She'd never had enough gumdrops in her whole life, but there wasn't any use to ask Sam for money. Lizzie carried the little money the Potters had, and if Bruce asked her for a penny, she'd take his hide off. Bruce edged toward the door, Susie following, and the minute they were outside she took his hand and they ran around the store toward the river. Presently Susie said, "Bruce, I haven't seen you since Sunday." "You know the reason," he said. "When I ain't sleeping or eating, I'm working, or Lizzie's gonna know why." She sighed. "What are we going to do?" "I know what I'm going to do," he said. "I'm going to run away. I'm done being worked to death by em. If I'm going to work as hard as I'm working all the time, I'm going to get paid for it." "You can't run off and leave me, Bruce," she said. "You like me, don't you?" You like me a little bit?" "I like you a terrible lot," he said. "Love" was a word he could never get around to saying. He knew she wanted to hear it, but he couldn't get it out. Now she said, whispering, "Bruce, you can live with us. Pa wouldn't care. We could make out all right. We Always have enough to eat" He hesitated. He didn't want to tell her that he couldn't stand Dora, who'd be watching everything they did and laughing at him. He couldn't tell her, either, that her father was just as shiftless as Lizzie said, and if he didn't steal from Broken Ring or Bridlebit his family wouldn't have enough to eat. "I just can't," he said. "I'm going away, maybe tomorrow night, but I'll see you before I go." She kissed him, believing him. Then they were silent, both knowing this would be their last eve-, ning together. There would be tomorrow afternoon, then he'd be gone and maybe he'd never come back. They both felt like crying, but neither did. Sixteen was a hell of an age, he thought You wanted to be a man, but you weren't, and there wasn't any use trying to prove to anybody that you were. It wouldn't be easy getting a job. If he did, he couldn't make enough to support Susie. He didn't know how he'd live. He didn't have a gun. He couldn't bring himself to steal Sam Potter's shotgun. He couldn't even shoot a rabbit to eat. Time dragged along, Bruce afraid that each minute would be the last, that Lizzie would come yelling for him that it was time to go. Others from up the Yellow Cat had come, the Wagners and Baileys and Ripleys and the rest. Then Bruce heard a horse coming along the road. "Somebody's coming," he said to Susie. "I'd better tell Cronin." "Don't go," she begged. "Cronin will find out." "No, I've got to tell him," he said, and ran toward the front of the store, Susie reluctantly following. When Bruce reached the lighted area in front of the store windows the rider had pulled up. He saw Bruce and called, "Kid, tell Cronin I've got a calf for him." Bruce recognized Curly Blue's: voice. Blue had been here often, just as a number of cowboys had. Bruce couldn't understand this business, stealing from their own outfits, and he had a hunch that Cole Weston and the rest of the ranchers wouldn't believe it if they were told. "Get a move on, kid," Blue said. Bruce went inside and pushed through the crowd until he reached Cronin. He said, "Walt; Blue's outside with a calf, He wants you." Cronin slapped him on the back. "Thanks, son." He winked at George Farnum. "Business is still good." He called, "Rose," and motioned toward the door. "Curly's outside. Tell him to put the calf in the barn." Rose nodded and" Went out. There was a moment of uneasy silence, Bruce sacking toward, the door Then Lizzie said, "Walt you're a fool. I told you Price Regan was out here today. All he needs is for somebody like Curly Blue to swear what's going on." No one but Lizzie would havehad the temerity to talk to Cronin that way. He glared at her making it plain he didn't like it then he said; "Miz Potter you pay attention to your knitting and I'll pay attention to mine. It's boys like Curly Blue who make our business safe. We're all in the same boat. That's why nobody's gonna tell nothing on nobody else." But that kind, of logic didn't appeal to Lizzie. "It'll get us all killed, you mean." She pointed an accusing finger at Cronin, her thin face red with fury. "You'vebeen flaunting the law of God and man, and now it's going to catch up' with you. Don't forget told you, neither." She took Jean by the arm and nodded at her husband. "We're going home. Get into the wagon, Bruce." She sailed out, leaving an uneasy silence behind her. WHAT HAS IIAITENKD 1957, Wayne D. Overholser From the novel published by The Macmillan Co. Distributed by King Features Syndicate Price Regan, town marshal of Saddle Rock. Colo., and deputy sheritf of Tremalne county, has more on his mind than Laura Madden, even though she has announced to him that he is marrying her. Price would he willing enough to marry Laura if he wasn't the man in the middle in a struggle of power and pride between Laura's father. Barry Madden, Saddle Rock's banker, and Cole Weston, a cattleman whose riders do not respect any laws. Madden found out he didn't own Price when he offered him a house as a wedding present in return for running homesteader-storekeeper Walt Cronin out of the country. Price refused. Word of this traveled fast, and one of Cole Weston's gunslinging cowboys. Curly Blue, picked a fight with Price. Blue fame out second best, so Weston ordered Madden to get rid of Price. For Laura's sake. Madden persuaded Weston to allow him twelve hours to bring Price into line without gunplay. Weston doesn't want settlers coming into the valley and obtaining legal possession under homestead laws of land Weston has been holding by force. Weston wants to make a forbidding example of Cronin. Price, his motives misunderstood by the homesteaders, is now the object of the hostility of both sides in the struggle.... "BRUCE" Susie Farnum called. "Come over here and ride with us." Lizzie Potter started to object, but Jean broke in, "Sure, you go ahead, Bruce," and Lizzie was too worn out to do anything more than grumble. Dora Farnum rode on the seat with her father. There was barely room in the back for Bruce and Susie along with the beef carcass that was covered with a canvas. The Potters had gone ahead. They'd pick up Frank Evans to ride with Jean. Lizzie had been trying to get them married for a year now saying they'd all be better off because they could run both places together. That showed how stupid she was, Bruce thought. You didn't make one good farm by putting two poor ones together." Dusk turned to night before they reached Walt Cronin's store. Bruce and Susie didn't talk. They just sat holding hands, with Dora turning around to look at them every now and then. Bruce didn't like Dora. She was big and coarse, and thought Bruce was a sissy. Maybe he was the way Dora looked at things, but it wasn't any of her business. Besides, he had his opinion of her. Susie was different. She was small and pretty and sweet. When they went into the store, Lizzie was already at the drygoods counter. Jean and Dora Farnum drifted over to stand beside her. George Farnum took a look at Walt Cronin's battered face and said, "What happened to you, son?" "Met up" with a bear," Cronin said. "You oughtta see the bear." "I'll bet," Farnum jeered. "Well, I've got three quarters of a beef in the wagon. Want me to fetch it in?" "Sure, bring it in." Lizzie whirled from the counter. "Walt, it's stolen just like all the beef we eat la stolen. There's going to be trouble if we keep this up. Price Regan came to see us today." "Sure it's stolen," Cronin said, "and we're gonna keep on stealing from the cowmen until they're busted. This is just a Beginning, and don't you worry about PriceRegan. He'll be taken care of when the sign's right, and I figure the sign's about right." Susie kept nudging Bruce with her elbow. He glanced at the jars of candy on the candy counter and wished he had even one nickel to buy some for Susie. She'd never had enough gumdrops in her whole life, but there wasn't any use to ask Sam for money. Lizzie carried the little money the Potters had, and if Bruce asked her for a penny, she'd take his hide off. Bruce edged toward the door, Susie following, and the minute they were outside she took his hand and they ran around the store toward the river. Presently Susie said, "Bruce, I haven't seen you since Sunday." "You know the reason," he said. "When I ain't sleeping or eating, I'm working, or Lizzie's gonna know why." She sighed. "What are we going to do?" "I know what I'm going to do," he said. "I'm going to run away. I'm done being worked to death by em. If I'm going to work as hard as I'm working all the time, I'm going to get paid for it." "You can't run off and leave me, Bruce," she said. "You like me, don't you?" You like me a little bit?" "I like you a terrible lot," he said. "Love" was a word he could never get around to saying. He knew she wanted to hear it, but he couldn't get it out. Now she said, whispering, "Bruce, you can live with us. Pa wouldn't care. We could make out all right. We Always have enough to eat" He hesitated. He didn't want to tell her that he couldn't stand Dora, who'd be watching everything they did and laughing at him. He couldn't tell her, either, that her father was just as shiftless as Lizzie said, and if he didn't steal from Broken Ring or Bridlebit his family wouldn't have enough to eat. "I just can't," he said. "I'm going away, maybe tomorrow night, but I'll see you before I go." She kissed him, believing him. Then they were silent, both knowing this would be their last eve-, ning together. There would be tomorrow afternoon, then he'd be gone and maybe he'd never come back. They both felt like crying, but neither did. Sixteen was a hell of an age, he thought You wanted to be a man, but you weren't, and there wasn't any use trying to prove to anybody that you were. It wouldn't be easy getting a job. If he did, he couldn't make enough to support Susie. He didn't know how he'd live. He didn't have a gun. He couldn't bring himself to steal Sam Potter's shotgun. He couldn't even shoot a rabbit to eat. Time dragged along, Bruce afraid that each minute would be the last, that Lizzie would come yelling for him that it was time to go. Others from up the Yellow Cat had come, the Wagners and Baileys and Ripleys and the rest. Then Bruce heard a horse coming along the road. "Somebody's coming," he said to Susie. "I'd better tell Cronin." "Don't go," she begged. "Cronin will find out." "No, I've got to tell him," he said, and ran toward the front of the store, Susie reluctantly following. When Bruce reached the lighted area in front of the store windows the rider had pulled up. He saw Bruce and called, "Kid, tell Cronin I've got a calf for him." Bruce recognized Curly Blue's: voice. Blue had been here often, just as a number of cowboys had. Bruce couldn't understand this business, stealing from their own outfits, and he had a hunch that Cole Weston and the rest of the ranchers wouldn't believe it if they were told. "Get a move on, kid," Blue said. Bruce went inside and pushed through the crowd until he reached Cronin. He said, "Walt; Blue's outside with a calf, He wants you." Cronin slapped him on the back. "Thanks, son." He winked at George Farnum. "Business is still good." He called, "Rose," and motioned toward the door. "Curly's outside. Tell him to put the calf in the barn." Rose nodded and" Went out. There was a moment of uneasy silence, Bruce sacking toward, the door Then Lizzie said, "Walt you're a fool. I told you Price Regan was out here today. All he needs is for somebody like Curly Blue to swear what's going on." No one but Lizzie would havehad the temerity to talk to Cronin that way. He glared at her making it plain he didn't like it then he said; "Miz Potter you pay attention to your knitting and I'll pay attention to mine. It's boys like Curly Blue who make our business safe. We're all in the same boat. That's why nobody's gonna tell nothing on nobody else." But that kind, of logic didn't appeal to Lizzie. "It'll get us all killed, you mean." She pointed an accusing finger at Cronin, her thin face red with fury. "You'vebeen flaunting the law of God and man, and now it's going to catch up' with you. Don't forget told you, neither." She took Jean by the arm and nodded at her husband. "We're going home. Get into the wagon, Bruce." She sailed out, leaving an uneasy silence behind her. CHAPTER 11 1957, Wayne D. Overholser From the novel published by The Macmillan Co. Distributed by King Features Syndicate Price Regan, town marshal of Saddle Rock. Colo., and deputy sheritf of Tremalne county, has more on his mind than Laura Madden, even though she has announced to him that he is marrying her. Price would he willing enough to marry Laura if he wasn't the man in the middle in a struggle of power and pride between Laura's father. Barry Madden, Saddle Rock's banker, and Cole Weston, a cattleman whose riders do not respect any laws. Madden found out he didn't own Price when he offered him a house as a wedding present in return for running homesteader-storekeeper Walt Cronin out of the country. Price refused. Word of this traveled fast, and one of Cole Weston's gunslinging cowboys. Curly Blue, picked a fight with Price. Blue fame out second best, so Weston ordered Madden to get rid of Price. For Laura's sake. Madden persuaded Weston to allow him twelve hours to bring Price into line without gunplay. Weston doesn't want settlers coming into the valley and obtaining legal possession under homestead laws of land Weston has been holding by force. Weston wants to make a forbidding example of Cronin. Price, his motives misunderstood by the homesteaders, is now the object of the hostility of both sides in the struggle.... "BRUCE" Susie Farnum called. "Come over here and ride with us." Lizzie Potter started to object, but Jean broke in, "Sure, you go ahead, Bruce," and Lizzie was too worn out to do anything more than grumble. Dora Farnum rode on the seat with her father. There was barely room in the back for Bruce and Susie along with the beef carcass that was covered with a canvas. The Potters had gone ahead. They'd pick up Frank Evans to ride with Jean. Lizzie had been trying to get them married for a year now saying they'd all be better off because they could run both places together. That showed how stupid she was, Bruce thought. You didn't make one good farm by putting two poor ones together." Dusk turned to night before they reached Walt Cronin's store. Bruce and Susie didn't talk. They just sat holding hands, with Dora turning around to look at them every now and then. Bruce didn't like Dora. She was big and coarse, and thought Bruce was a sissy. Maybe he was the way Dora looked at things, but it wasn't any of her business. Besides, he had his opinion of her. Susie was different. She was small and pretty and sweet. When they went into the store, Lizzie was already at the drygoods counter. Jean and Dora Farnum drifted over to stand beside her. George Farnum took a look at Walt Cronin's battered face and said, "What happened to you, son?" "Met up" with a bear," Cronin said. "You oughtta see the bear." "I'll bet," Farnum jeered. "Well, I've got three quarters of a beef in the wagon. Want me to fetch it in?" "Sure, bring it in." Lizzie whirled from the counter. "Walt, it's stolen just like all the beef we eat la stolen. There's going to be trouble if we keep this up. Price Regan came to see us today." "Sure it's stolen," Cronin said, "and we're gonna keep on stealing from the cowmen until they're busted. This is just a Beginning, and don't you worry about PriceRegan. He'll be taken care of when the sign's right, and I figure the sign's about right." Susie kept nudging Bruce with her elbow. He glanced at the jars of candy on the candy counter and wished he had even one nickel to buy some for Susie. She'd never had enough gumdrops in her whole life, but there wasn't any use to ask Sam for money. Lizzie carried the little money the Potters had, and if Bruce asked her for a penny, she'd take his hide off. Bruce edged toward the door, Susie following, and the minute they were outside she took his hand and they ran around the store toward the river. Presently Susie said, "Bruce, I haven't seen you since Sunday." "You know the reason," he said. "When I ain't sleeping or eating, I'm working, or Lizzie's gonna know why." She sighed. "What are we going to do?" "I know what I'm going to do," he said. "I'm going to run away. I'm done being worked to death by em. If I'm going to work as hard as I'm working all the time, I'm going to get paid for it." "You can't run off and leave me, Bruce," she said. "You like me, don't you?" You like me a little bit?" "I like you a terrible lot," he said. "Love" was a word he could never get around to saying. He knew she wanted to hear it, but he couldn't get it out. Now she said, whispering, "Bruce, you can live with us. Pa wouldn't care. We could make out all right. We Always have enough to eat" He hesitated. He didn't want to tell her that he couldn't stand Dora, who'd be watching everything they did and laughing at him. He couldn't tell her, either, that her father was just as shiftless as Lizzie said, and if he didn't steal from Broken Ring or Bridlebit his family wouldn't have enough to eat. "I just can't," he said. "I'm going away, maybe tomorrow night, but I'll see you before I go." She kissed him, believing him. Then they were silent, both knowing this would be their last eve-, ning together. There would be tomorrow afternoon, then he'd be gone and maybe he'd never come back. They both felt like crying, but neither did. Sixteen was a hell of an age, he thought You wanted to be a man, but you weren't, and there wasn't any use trying to prove to anybody that you were. It wouldn't be easy getting a job. If he did, he couldn't make enough to support Susie. He didn't know how he'd live. He didn't have a gun. He couldn't bring himself to steal Sam Potter's shotgun. He couldn't even shoot a rabbit to eat. Time dragged along, Bruce afraid that each minute would be the last, that Lizzie would come yelling for him that it was time to go. Others from up the Yellow Cat had come, the Wagners and Baileys and Ripleys and the rest. Then Bruce heard a horse coming along the road. "Somebody's coming," he said to Susie. "I'd better tell Cronin." "Don't go," she begged. "Cronin will find out." "No, I've got to tell him," he said, and ran toward the front of the store, Susie reluctantly following. When Bruce reached the lighted area in front of the store windows the rider had pulled up. He saw Bruce and called, "Kid, tell Cronin I've got a calf for him." Bruce recognized Curly Blue's: voice. Blue had been here often, just as a number of cowboys had. Bruce couldn't understand this business, stealing from their own outfits, and he had a hunch that Cole Weston and the rest of the ranchers wouldn't believe it if they were told. "Get a move on, kid," Blue said. Bruce went inside and pushed through the crowd until he reached Cronin. He said, "Walt; Blue's outside with a calf, He wants you." Cronin slapped him on the back. "Thanks, son." He winked at George Farnum. "Business is still good." He called, "Rose," and motioned toward the door. "Curly's outside. Tell him to put the calf in the barn." Rose nodded and" Went out. There was a moment of uneasy silence, Bruce sacking toward, the door Then Lizzie said, "Walt you're a fool. I told you Price Regan was out here today. All he needs is for somebody like Curly Blue to swear what's going on." No one but Lizzie would havehad the temerity to talk to Cronin that way. He glared at her making it plain he didn't like it then he said; "Miz Potter you pay attention to your knitting and I'll pay attention to mine. It's boys like Curly Blue who make our business safe. We're all in the same boat. That's why nobody's gonna tell nothing on nobody else." But that kind, of logic didn't appeal to Lizzie. "It'll get us all killed, you mean." She pointed an accusing finger at Cronin, her thin face red with fury. "You'vebeen flaunting the law of God and man, and now it's going to catch up' with you. Don't forget told you, neither." She took Jean by the arm and nodded at her husband. "We're going home. Get into the wagon, Bruce." She sailed out, leaving an uneasy silence behind her. Senator Pat McNamara, Michigan Democrat, Tuesday introduced two bills to protect the right to vote. One of the bills would reduce representation in the House of any state in proportion to the number of citizens disfranchised in accordance with the 14th Amendment to the Federal Constitution. The other measure was a resolution proposing a constitutional amendment fixing eligiblity standards for voters in Federal elections. in offering the bills, Senator McNamara noted that the language in the 14th Amendent providing for the reduction of representation had been in the Constitution since 1868 but had never been given effect by law. His bill would establish a Joint Commitiee on Congressional Representation, consisting of nine Senators and nine Representatives. This committee would meet after each biennial election of Representatives and determine whether any citizens had been illegally deprived of the right to vote. If so, the Committee would calculate by how much the violating State's representation should be reduced. The committee would report its findings to Congress by May l of the year following the election, and Congress, by passing a concurrent resolution, could disapprove the findings. If Congress did not disapprove the findings "within 30 calendar days of continous session," the reduction would go into effect for the next Congress and only for that Congress. The constitutional amendment to fix maximum eligibility standards for voting in Federal elections would require United States citizenship, one year or residence in the State, and attainment of age 21. Since these would be maximum standards; a State would not be prohibited from lowering the voting age to 18 or reducing the period of State residency. States stilt would have the power to disenfranchise persons adjudged mentally incompetent or these deprived of civil, rights because of criminal conviction. Other speakers on the banquet program included President E. B. Evans, who congratulated the players for good sportsmanship and good conduct on and off the field, and Coach W. J. Nicks. The head Prairie View mentor introduced Captains-elect Gentris Hornsby and David Webster, Jr., and paid tribute to the Athletic Council, faculty members and students who gave outstanding Support to the team. DOPE RAID NETS $3,660,000 IN HEROIN— Philip Orlandino, 34, of Queens Village, N. Y., holds his head at police headquarters after a cache of heroin and $49.113 in cash (right) was seized at his home, Federal agents arrested 32 persons and confiscated heroin worth an estimated $3,660,000 in the wholesale market as they rounded up what was called the biggest narcotics ring in the United States. Orlandino and his wife, Ann; 3, were held in a staggering $100,000 bail each. STAMP OK APPROVAL: The Soviet Union has issued a postage stamp in honor of a basketball championship it never won. Radio Moscow said a new oneruble stamp was dedicated to the Soviet victory at Santiago Chile. The announcer said the Soviet team took the championship by defeating the U. S. team on Jan. 28. What really happened at Santiago was that, after defeating the U. S., Russia was disqualified for refusing to play against the Chinese Nationalist team. The Russians argued that the team from Formosa represented no nation. DECORATED BY IKE The President's Award for Distinguished Federal Civilian Service has been presented by President Eisenhower to five prominent Government employees, among them Dr. Wernher von Braun and Doyle L. Northrup.