Memphis World Memphis World Publishing Co. 1954-04-06 Mrs. Rosa Brown Bracy MEMPHIS WORLD The South's Oldest and Leading 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 Mrs. Rosa Brown Bracy Acting Editor The MEMPHIS WORLD to an independent newspaper—non-sectarian and non-partisan, printing news unbiasedly and supporting those things it believes to be of interest to its readers and opposing those things against the interest of its readers. SUBSCRIPTION RATES: Year $5.00 — 6 Months $3.00 — 3 Months $1.50 (In Advance) Dr. Mayo On "Force Policy" In the aftermath of the thousands of reactions in the celebration of that monster-power of nuclear radioactivity, credited with the potentialities of knocking but of commission a city the size of New York at one single thrust, none shines brighter in its amphitheater of sound and consoling reason as that of Dr. Charles W. Mayo, noted Minnesota physician and American Delegate to the UN Congress. Says Dr. Mayo: "If any one seriously doubted that the atom bomb could destroy civilization, does he now doubt the power of hydrogen bomb to do so?" The noted physician and chemist further stated that the free world's ability to strike back is the best current deterrent to attack, "there is no mean's of guaranteeing peace in this generation or for future generations," he says. The doctor reaches the apex when he states: "A force-against-force-policy to keep the peace is a futile policy, or at best a makeshift policy, and—then he concludes with the way out as collective security. Collective security must be based upon a genuine brotherhood, alone which can generate moral collectiveism. The world seeks therefore a lasting peace with the consent of peace lovers. Peace lovers are not the disciples of fear, the soothsaying prophets who can see a world moving toward peace divided against itself, nor the greedy aggressors of hate. The doctor states that the United Nations has the answer. That organization should feel its responsibility and act within the confines of its good offices to bring first the realization of a collective security, founded upon the honor of those who believe in the Golden Rule. Herein, our attention should be more forcibly turned to the importance of our Civilian Defense efforts. This is a feature whose functions should be kept well before the people. Hysteria is not the answer in this trying era when at any moment an attack might be made upon our cities. May we hear and see more of the emphasis upon what is bound to be of first importance in such a war that will be made around the fireside and on the fronts of peaceful pursuits—and without notice. Fasts For Women's Rights Doria Shafik, 35-year-old wife of a Cario lawyer, recently announced she intended to fast until political rights for women were granted in Egypt. Mme. Shafik declared she would fast "to my last breath," if necessary. Her fasting plans were announced in telegrams to both the President and Premier of Egypt, members of the ruling military, clique and other civilian, political and religious leaders. Mme. Shafik is editor of three feminist publications in Egypt, the mother of two daughters and a well-known author. Presently in Egypt, a proposal is under study by the committee drafting the new constitution, which would bar women from holding office. It will also grant them suffrage only as individuals and by special request. Naturally, Mme. Shafik and other Egyptian women find this unsatisfactory. We sympathize with the women in Egypt, and are inclined to think that all of the more backward Middle Eastern countries would make faster progress if they granted women equal rights in political affairs. Almost without exception those countries which have granted women equal political rights have led the way in raising their standards of health, education and living. In the genuine American way of life, women voters have played an important part. In our own locale, their organizations always command that respect and prestige of worthwhile thought. They played an important part in the last election and while there are other fields they have not conquered, there is no denying that they are not entitled to a big hand. The call of the times demands that those who have come upon the political scene to take their places by the side of their men folk supply the missing strata between where we strive and wholesome political freedom — for all. A Well Merited Citation (From The Atlanta Daily World) In its Annual session, the National Association of Collegiate Deans and Registrars assembled at the Arkansas AM and N College, paid at it's banquet a signal and well deserved honor to our neighbor and friend, John P. Whittaker, Registrar of Atlanta University. This came in the form of a plaque presented him for his outstanding services in the field of education and in recognition of his thirty-seven years in the field of education. Covering almost every phase of educational activity, in which he has crowned himself with honor, Mr. Whittaker stands out among the shining stars that make up the intellectual constellation of the century. Originally he is a son of Atlanta University, where his father before him who served as instructor and chaplain at Tuskegee Institute, was one of the earlier graduates of this famed institution. Few educators in their span of administration and instruction enjoy the enviable position in former students scattered all around the world, as is Mr. Whittaker's good fortune. It can be said of him that no graduate of Atlanta University bears more conspicuously the ear-marks of the ideals and principles inbedded in the fundamentals upon which rests one of the greatest contributions within the scope of man. Not only has Mr. Whittaker made an outstanding contribution to the intellectual advancement of his group, from his fertile brain came the establishment of a business institution, rendering another effective service in the field of banking. Seldom a mind long engaged in an educational venture of regimented precision is so easily integrated into the hard routine of business management. In him these two fine talents go out to the youth of this generation to the end of inquiring into other than the cultural and educational potentialities. We are justly proud of our neighbor and friend and in honoring him for his unselfish work, the National Association of Collegiate Deans and Registrars, honors itself — an hundred-fold. BRIEF COMMENTS The opinions of your neighbors are not important to anybody but your neighbor. Education is either worth supporting or it should be dropped as a state activity. REVIEWING THE NEWS BY WILLIAM GORDON Managing Editor, Atlanta Daily World MEMPHIS, Tenn.—(SNS)— We had walked for several minutes before we came to a section of the building called, "shipping department. The man standing near the time clock was mumbling something to himself. When he looked up and saw us he turned with the usual greeting. "Yes, there is a big change for the colored man," he told us waving his hand about the huge warehouse. "I recall many times at our annual picnic," he said. There is always plenty of fun and relaxation. We take our families to these picnics. The company pays for everything and frequently some of the officials come out and join in the celebration with us." At this point my thoughts went back to the telephone call a few days earlier. "We would appreciate it very much," a man said, "if you would come out to our plant and talk with us. We want some advice on a banquet we are planning for our employes and we need a top speaker for the occasion." This might give some explanation for our visit to the Kroger Company. We finally got around to asking the man near the time clock how long he had been working for the firm. "Several years," was his reply. "But best of all," he added, "is the respect you receive around here. He lost no time in letting us know that this was not the case ten years ago. There was no need to question this man further oh conditions of this company, for he went about talking freely without letup. He continued to talk until the secretary to the official we were to talk with said, "gentlemen, you may come in now." It took only a matter of minutes, after meeting two of the company's top officials, to get a clear picture of the "big change." We were briefed on the company's policy and program which added to document just about everything we had heard from the man near the time clock. "Fifty per cent of our driving staff is colored," one of the officials said. His speech was clear and distinct and his voice carried no patronizing tone. From officials at Kroger, we later learned that over the years Negro drivers have established themselves as competent and efficient Workmen. "The records of these men speak for themselves," one of the officials said, "We are proud to be giving them gold watches and awards at this special banquet." But all of this recognition and respect didn't fall like manna from the sky. First of all, one of the top drivers for this firm in Memphis is a colored man who has more than 22 years of service behind the wheel without a chargeable accident. Up until two years ago, there was only one other man in the entire firm with a similar record. This man retired because of failing health, and left the present driver as top man with a unique record. The second man was also a Negro. There are other reasons for the "big change." Kroger Company in Memphis can not only boast of having one of the best safety records ever achieved by a firm, but it can also boast of having the type of management with foresight enough to pick men for service regardless of color. When we left the office, there was one final request by the company officials. "We are still in the market for intelligent and alert youngsters who can man our trucks and some day take charge of other jobs in our firm." We left this firm with the feeling that America's total production output would be less wasteful and much more useful, if more firms had men who could stand near time clocks and talk of the "big change." They Call It The "Big Change" BY WILLIAM GORDON Managing Editor, Atlanta Daily World MEMPHIS, Tenn.—(SNS)— We had walked for several minutes before we came to a section of the building called, "shipping department. The man standing near the time clock was mumbling something to himself. When he looked up and saw us he turned with the usual greeting. "Yes, there is a big change for the colored man," he told us waving his hand about the huge warehouse. "I recall many times at our annual picnic," he said. There is always plenty of fun and relaxation. We take our families to these picnics. The company pays for everything and frequently some of the officials come out and join in the celebration with us." At this point my thoughts went back to the telephone call a few days earlier. "We would appreciate it very much," a man said, "if you would come out to our plant and talk with us. We want some advice on a banquet we are planning for our employes and we need a top speaker for the occasion." This might give some explanation for our visit to the Kroger Company. We finally got around to asking the man near the time clock how long he had been working for the firm. "Several years," was his reply. "But best of all," he added, "is the respect you receive around here. He lost no time in letting us know that this was not the case ten years ago. There was no need to question this man further oh conditions of this company, for he went about talking freely without letup. He continued to talk until the secretary to the official we were to talk with said, "gentlemen, you may come in now." It took only a matter of minutes, after meeting two of the company's top officials, to get a clear picture of the "big change." We were briefed on the company's policy and program which added to document just about everything we had heard from the man near the time clock. "Fifty per cent of our driving staff is colored," one of the officials said. His speech was clear and distinct and his voice carried no patronizing tone. From officials at Kroger, we later learned that over the years Negro drivers have established themselves as competent and efficient Workmen. "The records of these men speak for themselves," one of the officials said, "We are proud to be giving them gold watches and awards at this special banquet." But all of this recognition and respect didn't fall like manna from the sky. First of all, one of the top drivers for this firm in Memphis is a colored man who has more than 22 years of service behind the wheel without a chargeable accident. Up until two years ago, there was only one other man in the entire firm with a similar record. This man retired because of failing health, and left the present driver as top man with a unique record. The second man was also a Negro. There are other reasons for the "big change." Kroger Company in Memphis can not only boast of having one of the best safety records ever achieved by a firm, but it can also boast of having the type of management with foresight enough to pick men for service regardless of color. When we left the office, there was one final request by the company officials. "We are still in the market for intelligent and alert youngsters who can man our trucks and some day take charge of other jobs in our firm." We left this firm with the feeling that America's total production output would be less wasteful and much more useful, if more firms had men who could stand near time clocks and talk of the "big change." The Quest by ELSIE MACK Copyright 1953 by Elsie Mack Distributed by King Features Syndicates DALE still augmented her long distance calls to Swanscombe by the regular Thursday letters. , she wrote in one of her letters. Good, the old man wrote back. Sound advice, and Dale leaned gratefully on the strength of it, although when she quoted that part of Grandy's letter to Andrea, the young concert pianist said quietly, "You could have thought that through yourself, you know. It's not so profound. It's just another 'Grandy said,' isn't it?" "What's wrong with that?" Dale countered defensively. "Nothing—if you were six years old. At that age you need a directive finger. I'd just like to see that grandfather of yours hand me blueprints for life!" On the evening before Don Parrish left for the conference in Canada, he and Dale dined together on the east side at Wivel's Swedish smorgasbord. The atmosphere was informal, the music and food good. Dale had dined here once with Phil, and they had placed hilarious wagers on the number of return trips an obese couple near by would make to replenish their plates. Watching mound alter mound of food steadily vanish. Phil had murmured to Dale. "No profit for Wivel's on those two— and you owe me a buck!" Lt Don was not as lively a dinner companion as his brother, he also was hot tiresome, once Dale led the conversation around to the forthcoming conference. "It's to be a sort of international exchange of ideas." he explained. "What goes on, and why, in the Upper atmosphere. The topics will have a bearing on guided missiles, radar and nigh-frequency radio with physicists from Germany France, Norway, Sweden and Britain." Dale smiled, "You must feel awfully superior, up there with all those top minds." "And I sound like a stuffy old fogey!" "No, But I do wonder why you bothered with me tonight Shouldn't you be making a last minute check of tacts and figures, to have it all at your fingertips?" "Yes, and I feel like a twelveyear-old truant," he said with enormous satisfaction. "Would you like to dance?" Since that first night, Don was markedly improved. Tonight there was no need for apologies over his clumsiness, as they moved smoothly around the floor. "I feel tense coils unwinding," he said, as they returned to their table. "I've been more keyed-up than I realized. I suppose there's such a thing as over-concentration, like overtraining for an athlete." "In other words," Dale said teasingly, "a date with me is only a means to an end." "You are good for me, Dale," he said, unexpectedly serious. She lifted her eyes unreservedly to his. "And you, for me," she told him. It was the truth. Don, self-reant and undemanding, was a preventive against the emotion that Phil could arouse in her. Her responsiveness was something of which, lately, she was increasingly aware. It was involuntary and disconcerting. With Don, who had no matrimonial ideas in his head, and who did of said nothing to s her from her detachment, she ell sale. It would have been awkward to try to explain that to Don, although Phil would nave understood Too well! Phil would laugh straight into her eyes and want to know what was wrong with being human. And why ight it? Don was drawing a circle with his fork on the tablecloth. Something in his avoidance of her eyes revealed embarrassment. Of shyness Finally, with a rueful grin, he said, "I haven't known many girls. I never had time for them, and when I did take one out, we'd bog down on small talk and she'd stifle yawns. I had one topic of conversation: science. Not a moonlight-and-roses theme! It made me a very dull companion—undoubtedly it still does." "No," she protested, "You're —restful." He grimaced. "Is that a compliment?" "Certainly!" But to clarify it, she turned serious. "So many people push at me, Don. I have to keep edging away from demands I can't answer." His fork pressed four tiny holes in the cloth. "Dale, does Phil—" He broke off, reddening to his ears. "Forgive me. Nothing gives me the right to ask a question like that X it out as evidence of my social clumsiness, will you? But— don't let my brother make a nuisance of himself, Dale." She smiled, "I can handle Phil." But she thought, Why should it trouble Don? "Phil," Don was saying, "has a way with girls. He always did." A shift of tone, and it would have been derogatory or disloyal. Sensitive to his inflection, Dale said teasingly, "You sound wistful!" "Just jealous, maybe," He grinned. She looked incredulous: "But that's ridiculous! Phil envies " "Oh, ro Why?" "Your brilliance, Yours; and Andrea's. Your conspicuous success. You can get an awful crick in your neck from forever looking up." She added, "It can make you feel—interior." It was Don's turn to be unbelieving. "Phil's the moat cocksure man I've ever known!" "Why do you think he took a year off to write that book?" Don laughed disparagingly. "Everyone thinks he can write a book. I could myself, If I had time. That was a whim. Something he had to get out, of his system." "It was more than that," Dale said positively: "Phil was trying to prove something to himself." "The book was a dud, so what does prove? "When failure is in degree up in growth, it ought to go by another name," she said thoughtfully. "I think Phil has—grown." "That fluff-brain," Don said affectionately. She formulated a swift denial, but astonishment held back the words. That Don's raillery should have put her on the defensive, and aligned her on Phil's side, was in itself a revelation. It silenced Dale, and Don, back on the subject of the conference, was unaware of the storm he bad aroused in Dale. CHAPTER TWENTY THREE by ELSIE MACK Copyright 1953 by Elsie Mack Distributed by King Features Syndicates DALE still augmented her long distance calls to Swanscombe by the regular Thursday letters. , she wrote in one of her letters. Good, the old man wrote back. Sound advice, and Dale leaned gratefully on the strength of it, although when she quoted that part of Grandy's letter to Andrea, the young concert pianist said quietly, "You could have thought that through yourself, you know. It's not so profound. It's just another 'Grandy said,' isn't it?" "What's wrong with that?" Dale countered defensively. "Nothing—if you were six years old. At that age you need a directive finger. I'd just like to see that grandfather of yours hand me blueprints for life!" On the evening before Don Parrish left for the conference in Canada, he and Dale dined together on the east side at Wivel's Swedish smorgasbord. The atmosphere was informal, the music and food good. Dale had dined here once with Phil, and they had placed hilarious wagers on the number of return trips an obese couple near by would make to replenish their plates. Watching mound alter mound of food steadily vanish. Phil had murmured to Dale. "No profit for Wivel's on those two— and you owe me a buck!" Lt Don was not as lively a dinner companion as his brother, he also was hot tiresome, once Dale led the conversation around to the forthcoming conference. "It's to be a sort of international exchange of ideas." he explained. "What goes on, and why, in the Upper atmosphere. The topics will have a bearing on guided missiles, radar and nigh-frequency radio with physicists from Germany France, Norway, Sweden and Britain." Dale smiled, "You must feel awfully superior, up there with all those top minds." "And I sound like a stuffy old fogey!" "No, But I do wonder why you bothered with me tonight Shouldn't you be making a last minute check of tacts and figures, to have it all at your fingertips?" "Yes, and I feel like a twelveyear-old truant," he said with enormous satisfaction. "Would you like to dance?" Since that first night, Don was markedly improved. Tonight there was no need for apologies over his clumsiness, as they moved smoothly around the floor. "I feel tense coils unwinding," he said, as they returned to their table. "I've been more keyed-up than I realized. I suppose there's such a thing as over-concentration, like overtraining for an athlete." "In other words," Dale said teasingly, "a date with me is only a means to an end." "You are good for me, Dale," he said, unexpectedly serious. She lifted her eyes unreservedly to his. "And you, for me," she told him. It was the truth. Don, self-reant and undemanding, was a preventive against the emotion that Phil could arouse in her. Her responsiveness was something of which, lately, she was increasingly aware. It was involuntary and disconcerting. With Don, who had no matrimonial ideas in his head, and who did of said nothing to s her from her detachment, she ell sale. It would have been awkward to try to explain that to Don, although Phil would nave understood Too well! Phil would laugh straight into her eyes and want to know what was wrong with being human. And why ight it? Don was drawing a circle with his fork on the tablecloth. Something in his avoidance of her eyes revealed embarrassment. Of shyness Finally, with a rueful grin, he said, "I haven't known many girls. I never had time for them, and when I did take one out, we'd bog down on small talk and she'd stifle yawns. I had one topic of conversation: science. Not a moonlight-and-roses theme! It made me a very dull companion—undoubtedly it still does." "No," she protested, "You're —restful." He grimaced. "Is that a compliment?" "Certainly!" But to clarify it, she turned serious. "So many people push at me, Don. I have to keep edging away from demands I can't answer." His fork pressed four tiny holes in the cloth. "Dale, does Phil—" He broke off, reddening to his ears. "Forgive me. Nothing gives me the right to ask a question like that X it out as evidence of my social clumsiness, will you? But— don't let my brother make a nuisance of himself, Dale." She smiled, "I can handle Phil." But she thought, Why should it trouble Don? "Phil," Don was saying, "has a way with girls. He always did." A shift of tone, and it would have been derogatory or disloyal. Sensitive to his inflection, Dale said teasingly, "You sound wistful!" "Just jealous, maybe," He grinned. She looked incredulous: "But that's ridiculous! Phil envies " "Oh, ro Why?" "Your brilliance, Yours; and Andrea's. Your conspicuous success. You can get an awful crick in your neck from forever looking up." She added, "It can make you feel—interior." It was Don's turn to be unbelieving. "Phil's the moat cocksure man I've ever known!" "Why do you think he took a year off to write that book?" Don laughed disparagingly. "Everyone thinks he can write a book. I could myself, If I had time. That was a whim. Something he had to get out, of his system." "It was more than that," Dale said positively: "Phil was trying to prove something to himself." "The book was a dud, so what does prove? "When failure is in degree up in growth, it ought to go by another name," she said thoughtfully. "I think Phil has—grown." "That fluff-brain," Don said affectionately. She formulated a swift denial, but astonishment held back the words. That Don's raillery should have put her on the defensive, and aligned her on Phil's side, was in itself a revelation. It silenced Dale, and Don, back on the subject of the conference, was unaware of the storm he bad aroused in Dale. MY WEEKLY SERMON REV. BLAIR T. HUNT, PASTOR MISSISSIPPI BLVD. CHRISTIAN CHURCH, MEMPHIS Rev Blair T Hunt, pastor Mississippi Boulevard Christian Church. That is just like God. He gives and gives and never fusses because He gives. When people ask us for much, and so often... we upbraid them. We lecture them, we reprimand them, and we say, "I've given you too much already" or "you ought to save... you ought to be more economical." We like to throw up to them what we nave done already. But God does nothing like that. We go to God everyday, dozens and dozens of times in a single day. But God never complains about our frequent coming to him for this and for that. He simply and lovingly continues to gives. We may go to Him even after we have neglected Him; But He will lever complain about the past. "His loving kindness endureth for ever." The prodigal son was lucky that upon his return he did not meet his brother before he met His father. How that brother would have fumed and fussed... probably fumed and fussed.. probably driving his ragged prodigal brother back to the far off country. That brother would not have killed the fatted calf. On the other hand that brother would have killed all hope in the prodigal brother's bosom. Fortunately the prodigal met his father first. He didn't upbraid his prodigal son. He didn't upbraid his elder son. It was as though he reached out one arm and drew to his side the prodigal, who had come from the far country, and then, with the other, he drew to his side the elder brother, drawing them both to himself. So, with his arms about both of his sons, that father pressed them tightly to his bosom... so close that they could hear, his heart beat. Truly this is a picture Christ paints of bur Heavenly Father who unbraideth not but liberally gives and gives and forgives. The love of God bearth all things believeth all things, hopeth all things, endureth all things, and never says a mumbling word concerning our past. God never tires of your coming to Him, even though you have been ungrateful, or because you have abused His gifts. "He giveth to all liberally and unbraideth not." Surely as long as God gives us air to breathe, water to drink and food to eat, we should never tire of giving to him. Surely as long as God gives us Jesus and the Holy Spirit we should uncomplainingly give of our best to him. "GOD GIVES AND DOESN'T FUSS" REV. BLAIR T. HUNT, PASTOR MISSISSIPPI BLVD. CHRISTIAN CHURCH, MEMPHIS Rev Blair T Hunt, pastor Mississippi Boulevard Christian Church. That is just like God. He gives and gives and never fusses because He gives. When people ask us for much, and so often... we upbraid them. We lecture them, we reprimand them, and we say, "I've given you too much already" or "you ought to save... you ought to be more economical." We like to throw up to them what we nave done already. But God does nothing like that. We go to God everyday, dozens and dozens of times in a single day. But God never complains about our frequent coming to him for this and for that. He simply and lovingly continues to gives. We may go to Him even after we have neglected Him; But He will lever complain about the past. "His loving kindness endureth for ever." The prodigal son was lucky that upon his return he did not meet his brother before he met His father. How that brother would have fumed and fussed... probably fumed and fussed.. probably driving his ragged prodigal brother back to the far off country. That brother would not have killed the fatted calf. On the other hand that brother would have killed all hope in the prodigal brother's bosom. Fortunately the prodigal met his father first. He didn't upbraid his prodigal son. He didn't upbraid his elder son. It was as though he reached out one arm and drew to his side the prodigal, who had come from the far country, and then, with the other, he drew to his side the elder brother, drawing them both to himself. So, with his arms about both of his sons, that father pressed them tightly to his bosom... so close that they could hear, his heart beat. Truly this is a picture Christ paints of bur Heavenly Father who unbraideth not but liberally gives and gives and forgives. The love of God bearth all things believeth all things, hopeth all things, endureth all things, and never says a mumbling word concerning our past. God never tires of your coming to Him, even though you have been ungrateful, or because you have abused His gifts. "He giveth to all liberally and unbraideth not." Surely as long as God gives us air to breathe, water to drink and food to eat, we should never tire of giving to him. Surely as long as God gives us Jesus and the Holy Spirit we should uncomplainingly give of our best to him. Cicero Riot Officials To Be Retried The Cicero Riot was in the news again last week. Judge Julius J. Hoffman of federal district court set June 11 as the date for a retrial of three Cicero officials in connection with the riot of 1951. The selection of a special prosecutor is the next step. Mentioned as for the position was Atty. Harold A. Smith, 53, president of the Chicago Crime Commission. Smith, however said he had not made a "final decision" about it. The Cicero riot occurred in July, 1951, when the family of Harvey E. Clark Jr., attempted to move into an apartment in the suburb of Chicago. White residents resented the presence of Negroes in the neighborhood and the state militia had to be called out to quell their demonstrations. Scheduled to be retried are Erwin Konovsky, chief of the Cicero police force; Lt. Roland Brani and Frank A. Lang, members of the force. The three formerly were convicted of charges of depriving the Clark family of its civil rights. After the conviction, Walter J. LaBuy, judge of federal court, fined Kenovsky $2,000 and the two other men $200 each. The United States Court of Appeals reversed the decision and remanded the cases because of errors committed during the trial and in instructions to the jury. MARS COMMITTEE The International Mars Committee met in Washington on March 29th to plan worldwide observe tions of Mars, which will be within 40 million miles of the earth in June — almost as close at it can get. BETWEEN THE LINES The Italy of modern times has long been known as a land of poverty and misery and wretchedness. Until the coming of Mussolini and his fascism and its evil concomitants the world only casually regarded Italy n the comity of the nations. Just why Italy, so regnant in the times of the Roman Empire, had reached the depths of poverty and national economic distress can be explained in part by its large incidence of emigrants, who treked to the ends of the earth. About 1914 at the outbreak of World War I, immigrants were coming to the United States at the rate of a million a year: and Italians furnished a larger percentage of these than any other nation. The long outflow of Italian emigrants served to impoverish the country, because the cost of bringing emigrants up to the point of their departure was great. When they were most needed to increase the national productivity they were producer in other lands. In other words, the motherland produced a large population which produced for other lands and this had an impoverishing effect upon the land of their genesis. No other country of Europe has sent out quite so many, emigrants as Italy, and no other country is quite so impoverished. The foregoing illustrates the position of the Negro race in this country, in its moral and economic implications. Various groups are nurtured by the Negro people and as said groups grow great and strong they soon draw the color lines and leave the Negro on the outside looking in. Many of the larger white business concerns have had their foundations laid in Negro patronage but ones great strength is reached, they draw the lines. But tills article has particular reference to a movement within the Negro race itself. For instance, a few years ago we heard much of the phenomenon of "passing," meaning of course Negroes who had passed over into the white race. They deserted the race that bore them and nurtured them to a point where they could "pass." Very often there "passed" with them great economic and political and intellectual possibilities which could have advantageously been exploited by the Negro race. The Negro race was thus impoverished to the extent of what it took to bring these passers to maturity. It is not the purpose of this article to find fault with "passers" and "passing" but merely to emphasize the unfortunate nature of the phenomenon. The individual must make his own decisions but such decisions are not always immune to appraisals. The writer once knew an aged couple who had one daughter for whom they gave their very lives to the end that she might have an education. She proved herself worthy and wrought well in her studies and graduated with high honors from a fine Negro college. She worthwith began a fine career as a teacher and succeeded in gaining her doctorate degree in one of the lading white universities. She happens to be living in a city where one of the small white church es of a not too well known sect has opened its membership to Negroes. Although reared in the finest Baptist tradition, she has cast her lot with the little known but exclusive denomination of fine culture. The whites are of course priding themselves on having a Negro to membership. The young woman in question is priding herself on being "accepted" in an otherwise white membership; and further feeling that she is helping to break down the racial barriers. All of which is true; but the fact remains her opportunity of real service will not be nearly so great in small white church as it would have been in a more populous Baptist or Methodist church. There are Negroes who need the contacts white communicants far more th she but they are poor and need. There are Negroes who need her a her cultured influence far m than the small exclusive white congregation. This writer is not censoring o fine young Negro women but is deploring what looks like an intrracial desertion movement. Gre will be the loss to the Negro ra if its more, highly educated a more wealthy are siphoned off the whites who do not need the so badly. The wealthy and educated Negroes who seek to be exclusive their social relations impose a dre ful drain on the moral resources the struggling Negro race. The sertion movement has dire possibilities. How different were the Northe yankees who came South and b our schools and faced obscurity live among the humble Negroes needed them most! The Witch Trial At New Orleans Incredible is the word for the so-called "Communist hearings" in New Orleans last week. Incredible is the word for this witch-trial and Inquisition inflicted on three Montgomery (and incidentally, American) citizens the name of "democracy." Last week we saw the amazing spectacle of a U. S. Senator, James Eastland, of Mississippi, allowed to try by inconveniencing, brow-beating and humiliating Alabama and it citizens in the name of "communism." To his Senate Internal Security subcommittee, "investigating communism." Eastland summoned three Montgomerians: Aubrey Williams, publisher; Clifford J. Durr former Federal Communications Commissioner, and his wife, Virginia Foster Durr. Eastland admitted to a newsman: "I don't think either of the Durrs or Williams are Communists." Yet these people were summoned to New Orleans for a tragifar which purported to be a Senate probe into "alleged Communist influence in the Southern Conference Education Fund." They were accused and insulted and browbeaten. Undoubtedly many ignorant a unthinking people were made suspect that these three Montgomerians were the more "Communistic" because they were call ed to this hearing and attempt were made to place them in an unfavorable spotlight. Certainly them were not more "Communistic" f this reason. "We repeated: Senator Eastland himself admits that he doesn't think any of them are Communists. Yet Mrs. Durr was allowed to internationally insulted by an un savory professional accuser, Pa Crouch, a self-admitted ex-commie who openly boasts that he was a top Communist for 17 years devoted to the overthrow of the S. government by force and violence. This was the kind of man who was allowed to "testify" again and flagrantly insult a Montgonery lady and free-speaking American, as yet proved guilty of noing, but voicing her beliefs. No one can editorially condo this kind of violence. But one understand how it can become t natural result of indignation a rage against such obviously u American persecution as that cted on the Durrs at the N Orleans "trial." Cliff Durr suffered a "he condition" as the result of his rious outburst. He had to be ta en off to the hospital. If he died of a heart attack, meth as unfair and un-democratic those used by the high lord exe tioners of the Spanish Inquisit would have killed him. To the tent that Mr. Durr is now h such methods have injured him Is this kind of political with hunting and citizen-baitng a t "investigation of communism any sense?" It is not. The U. S. Constitution provide a very effective system of courts for the trial of any U. citizen dangerous to his fellows his country. The Smith Act f ther authorizes the trial of suspected Communist in our tablished law courts. Why then are citizens allow to be embarrassed and humilia in extra-legal "courts" that fu tion mainly for the political gl or vainglory of such demagogy as Senator Eastland? PROFESSIONAL ACCUSER Incredible is the word for the so-called "Communist hearings" in New Orleans last week. Incredible is the word for this witch-trial and Inquisition inflicted on three Montgomery (and incidentally, American) citizens the name of "democracy." Last week we saw the amazing spectacle of a U. S. Senator, James Eastland, of Mississippi, allowed to try by inconveniencing, brow-beating and humiliating Alabama and it citizens in the name of "communism." To his Senate Internal Security subcommittee, "investigating communism." Eastland summoned three Montgomerians: Aubrey Williams, publisher; Clifford J. Durr former Federal Communications Commissioner, and his wife, Virginia Foster Durr. Eastland admitted to a newsman: "I don't think either of the Durrs or Williams are Communists." Yet these people were summoned to New Orleans for a tragifar which purported to be a Senate probe into "alleged Communist influence in the Southern Conference Education Fund." They were accused and insulted and browbeaten. Undoubtedly many ignorant a unthinking people were made suspect that these three Montgomerians were the more "Communistic" because they were call ed to this hearing and attempt were made to place them in an unfavorable spotlight. Certainly them were not more "Communistic" f this reason. "We repeated: Senator Eastland himself admits that he doesn't think any of them are Communists. Yet Mrs. Durr was allowed to internationally insulted by an un savory professional accuser, Pa Crouch, a self-admitted ex-commie who openly boasts that he was a top Communist for 17 years devoted to the overthrow of the S. government by force and violence. This was the kind of man who was allowed to "testify" again and flagrantly insult a Montgonery lady and free-speaking American, as yet proved guilty of noing, but voicing her beliefs. No one can editorially condo this kind of violence. But one understand how it can become t natural result of indignation a rage against such obviously u American persecution as that cted on the Durrs at the N Orleans "trial." Cliff Durr suffered a "he condition" as the result of his rious outburst. He had to be ta en off to the hospital. If he died of a heart attack, meth as unfair and un-democratic those used by the high lord exe tioners of the Spanish Inquisit would have killed him. To the tent that Mr. Durr is now h such methods have injured him Is this kind of political with hunting and citizen-baitng a t "investigation of communism any sense?" It is not. The U. S. Constitution provide a very effective system of courts for the trial of any U. citizen dangerous to his fellows his country. The Smith Act f ther authorizes the trial of suspected Communist in our tablished law courts. Why then are citizens allow to be embarrassed and humilia in extra-legal "courts" that fu tion mainly for the political gl or vainglory of such demagogy as Senator Eastland? RETAIL TRADE Retail trade in the nation as whole during March was off two three percent, compared with same period last year. Some economist attributed the drop to fact that Easer buying was s due to the later Easter season t year. U. S. EXPORTS In 1953 the United States ported to foreign countries go and services valued at $21,300, including $4,300,000,000 worth military supplies and services fu nished under the military aid p grams. Purchases of goods a services from abroad were value at $16,600,000,000.