Memphis World
Memphis World Publishing Co.
1955-02-15
Raymond F. Tisby

MEMPHIS WORLD
AMERICA'S STANDARD RACE JOURNAL
The South's Oldest and Leading Colored Semi-Weekly Newspaper
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First Class Citizenship For All

Brotherhood can do much toward bringing about the understanding 
needed to make the United States a truly great nation
with first class citizenship for all of its citizens. Brotherhood Week
does not mean that we set aside one week each year to practice
brotherhood. This occasion is only a reminder that we must renew
our daily efforts, in the practice of brotherhood. Brotherhood is
something that can be practiced in all walks of life. It is not confined 
to any race, religion or group. It can be practiced in our
businesses, our churches and houses of worship and in our dayto-day 
contact with our fellowmen.
If the United States is to remain a strong nation and the
leader in mass production its business and civic leaders must also
master the field of human relations.
When we all come to the realization that we are our brother's
keeper and strive in our own way to make his task to survive and
achieve equal rights a little more easier, then we can say that, this
is a nation made up of men who are true believers in Brotherhood
for all men.

Again-Negro History Week
The week of February 14th has been designated Negro History 
Week.
The late Carter G. Woodson wrought better than he knew,
when he began plugging away on an untried field, that of gaining 
an important place in the sun for the cause of Negro History
in a great measure he is therefore remembered as the father of
Negro History Week.
He was early to realize that this virgin field, so long neglected
would discover the missing link in authentic chronicles annotating
the achievements of the forgotten and neglected, so important in a
true history of civilization.
Negro history is American History. The Negro is part and
parcel of this civilization and while there might not be any just
reason for the setting apart of his contributions from those of other 
people, it is evident that much of his contributions and achievements 
were being systematically deleted from the chronicles of the
time. In that researchers were in order to find much of this lost
material, purposedly unwritten and not taught in the history books
of the time.
Negro History Week was a befitting designation for the factfinding 
of those students of history to engage in uncovering new
material due directly to the thinking and creations of Negro people. 

Not only the Negro, but the world is interested in fair play
regarding the annals of those who have made the country and the
world great.
So, Negro History week is a highly deserving epoch, rich in its
opportunities for a new enlightenment and that appreciation due
worthwhile characters and events regardless of the color of their
skin and the philosophy of their creeds.
Let the churches, schools, public forums and what not give
the week the fullness it richly deserves. Let those with worthwhile
manuscripts of inventions, creations and otherwise contributions
of the group, mass these for a public service.
We also bear in mind that not all contributors to the cause of
Negro history belong to an ancient day; that there are still those on
all fronts spending restless nights and long days of study and research, 
who are worthy to be reckoned with in a true report on
Negro History.
Our cultural and industrial interests as well, are entitled to a
full inning in this all out effort of the friends of human justice and
fairplay.
Let us here resolve-throwing all modesty aside, to make the
most of this opportunity coming to our doors, Negro History Week.

February Twelfth And The Salvation
Of The Union
If Lincoln himself were called upon to furnish his own epitah
he could conservatably use this caption—"He saved the Union."
In that he takes his place along by the side of the founders
because any entity, however valuable, must be preserved in order
to be useful.
February 12th., the birthday of Abraham Lincoln, occupies a
conspicious place in the annals of our national events. Even in
many foreign countries, the natal day of our martyred president
is observed.
His whole life was dedicated to a noble cause for the human
race and by now the world feels the impact of his sterling worth
in saving a Union that was in time to implement its resources for
the protection and preservation of free people all over the world.
Without the Union, the slaves could not have been freed, and
that is one of the reasons that Lincoln said—"My first effort must
be to save the Union." Had the Union not been saved, the world
would have long ago had a different picture from what we see
today.
Walter Winchell has well said, that the most important journey 
of Lincoln was not from the Kentucky log cabin to the White
House, but from Gettysburg to the heart of a nation.
Between these two points, was the greatest chapter in the life
of Lincoln and free people written for the scrolls of time. This
journey comprises the vast chart by which a free people traveled
across time in the direction of a lasting peace. It unfolds in its
richness of evangelistic principles and those unselfish ideals,
whereby no nation or people can survive—"half slave and half
free."
With bowed heads in thanksgiving for this proud Republic
and its sun-crowned possibilities along the road to a lasting peace,
do "this nation under God," and the peace-loving countries everywhere, 
extend thanks for him and his powerful philosophy, which
still runs in all its clarity.
"Fourscore and ten years ago, our fathers brought upon this
continent a new nation, conceived in Liberty and dedicated to the
proposition that all men are created equal." In our opinion the
previous statement is the most important part of Lincoln's famous
address. Acceptance of this principle is a foundation upon which
world peace can rest.

The Press Club Elects

The National Press Club in Washington has just elected a new
member. It did this by secret ballot and by a vote of 377 to 281.
The new member is Louis B. Lautier, correspondent of The Atlanta
Daily World and of the National Negro Press Association. He was
already a member of the Senate and House press galleries and

of the White House Correspondents Association. His sponsor was
Drew Pearson. He was proposed by Marquis Childs and seconded
by Lee Nichols.
Ordinarily it is not news when the National Press Club admits
a new member. Working newspaper men who stand well with
their associates and who spend most of their time in Washington
usually do become members. The fact that Mr. Lautier is a Negro,
and the further fact that he wrote articles in The Washington
Afro-American about his candidacy made this episode a matter
of controversy and of news. But now, unless there is some setback
somewhere along the line, he is in, and when the Press Club
gives a luncheon and invites a distinguished visitor, Mr. Lautier
can go to the luncheon and listen to the visitor.
What we have to hope is that the time will come when the
election of a Negro to the National Press Club, or to any similar
organization, will not be news. This is a country in which judgment 
ought to be made according to our traditions and our
principles, according to individual worth and not according to
race. We came a little closer to that ideal. We congratulate the
National Press Club on its decision. We merely wish that it had
been made by a larger majority.

REVIEWING
THE NEWS
BY WILLIAM GORDON
Managing Editor, Atlanta Dally World
Those who deal in history have been criticized for leaving
out many elements having the emotional aspects of human affairs.
Consequently, youngsters who probe the materials of historians
have found them dull and uninteresting. There might be some
justification to this, but you can't include everything in history.
For example, there was the mother who lived under the
shackles of slavery but who had the rare opportunity of joining
those in mourning over the death of Abraham Lincoln. She is
said to have taken her only son, a small babe at the time, to the
funeral procession of the great "Emancipator." After pushing her
way through the crowd, she finally came to a spot where she
could get a decent view of things.
Breathing deeply, and with tears dripping from an ebony
face, she managed to lift her youngster above her head and said:
"Look child, take a good and long look. There goes the one
man who tried to remain close to God. Look child, for you won't
ever see him again," she added:
Abraham Lincoln meant much to a lot of people in his day,
and his philosophy remains to guide those in stress and confusion
even to this day. He was without question, one of the greatest
leaders in all history. And his ability as a leader did not emerge
with the Civil War or with the freeing of the slaves. There was
something inherent in the quality of the man. There was that
quality of vindictiveness, the depth of reason, and that basic
human touch so vastly lacking in leadership today both domestic
and foreign.
It took a man like Lincoln to muster the courage and broadmindedness 
to stand at Gettysburg and recite the address he did.
Note, there was no bitterness or hatred in his heart against the
South for the crimes committed. His views were broad, for they
concerned unity of the nation, rather than splitting it apart for
selfish or bigoted reasons. He was heart-sick, not for what had
been lost in the North, but for the blood shed at both ends of
the battlefield.
Lincoln remained close to God and refused to let himself
be a puppet of bigotry. He did not sell his soul to the devil like
some who would tear the nation apart for traditional reasons,
Unfortunately, there still are those among us who subscribe to
this point of view. They do not have the soul or the depth of reason 
that Lincoln had. Moreover, they are like the Hitlers whose
passion for nationalism and racism have kept the world in war
on the verge of it. Nature has been kind to man, but it has also
been cruel, in that it frequently breeds quirks of the human family
whose thinking gives birth to turmoil and confusion.
Those who celebrated Lincoln's birthday Saturday, February
12th, could have mentioned many things in his honor, for he
truly lived far ahead of many of his day and that also includes
he present.
Whatever tributes we pay to Abraham Lincoln, the one foremost 
should be the kind of leadership he represented. Only
those living close to God could be broad, logical and humane
as he. It is tragic that much of the world still suffers for the
lack of this.

Abraham Lincoln And Those
Who Live Close To God
BY WILLIAM GORDON
Managing Editor, Atlanta Dally World
Those who deal in history have been criticized for leaving
out many elements having the emotional aspects of human affairs.
Consequently, youngsters who probe the materials of historians
have found them dull and uninteresting. There might be some
justification to this, but you can't include everything in history.
For example, there was the mother who lived under the
shackles of slavery but who had the rare opportunity of joining
those in mourning over the death of Abraham Lincoln. She is
said to have taken her only son, a small babe at the time, to the
funeral procession of the great "Emancipator." After pushing her
way through the crowd, she finally came to a spot where she
could get a decent view of things.
Breathing deeply, and with tears dripping from an ebony
face, she managed to lift her youngster above her head and said:
"Look child, take a good and long look. There goes the one
man who tried to remain close to God. Look child, for you won't
ever see him again," she added:
Abraham Lincoln meant much to a lot of people in his day,
and his philosophy remains to guide those in stress and confusion
even to this day. He was without question, one of the greatest
leaders in all history. And his ability as a leader did not emerge
with the Civil War or with the freeing of the slaves. There was
something inherent in the quality of the man. There was that
quality of vindictiveness, the depth of reason, and that basic
human touch so vastly lacking in leadership today both domestic
and foreign.
It took a man like Lincoln to muster the courage and broadmindedness 
to stand at Gettysburg and recite the address he did.
Note, there was no bitterness or hatred in his heart against the
South for the crimes committed. His views were broad, for they
concerned unity of the nation, rather than splitting it apart for
selfish or bigoted reasons. He was heart-sick, not for what had
been lost in the North, but for the blood shed at both ends of
the battlefield.
Lincoln remained close to God and refused to let himself
be a puppet of bigotry. He did not sell his soul to the devil like
some who would tear the nation apart for traditional reasons,
Unfortunately, there still are those among us who subscribe to
this point of view. They do not have the soul or the depth of reason 
that Lincoln had. Moreover, they are like the Hitlers whose
passion for nationalism and racism have kept the world in war
on the verge of it. Nature has been kind to man, but it has also
been cruel, in that it frequently breeds quirks of the human family
whose thinking gives birth to turmoil and confusion.
Those who celebrated Lincoln's birthday Saturday, February
12th, could have mentioned many things in his honor, for he
truly lived far ahead of many of his day and that also includes
he present.
Whatever tributes we pay to Abraham Lincoln, the one foremost 
should be the kind of leadership he represented. Only
those living close to God could be broad, logical and humane
as he. It is tragic that much of the world still suffers for the
lack of this.

MY WEEKLY
SERMON

TEXT: "Unto Him be glory in
the church Christ Jesus throughout 
all ages, world without end."—
Eph. 3:21.
The church makes weak men
strong.
The church makes strong men
Holy.
The church brings good news.
The church is the mother of Heroes 
crowned and uncrowned.
Take the churches out of our
cities and the laws of the city
would become the laws of the jungle. 
What then, would be the value
of real estate in our cities?
The church is earth's greatest
business. Are you a member a
stockholder... Do you have any
interest in the church?
There is an advertising slogan,
"We Are Advertised by Our Loving
Friends." Let the church be advertised 
by its loving friends. Talk up
the church, its choir, its Sunday
and Bible School, its prayer meeting. 
If there is something in your
local church which will not stand
advertising, try to change it so you
can advertise your church.
There is glory in the church, in
the House of God, where men and
women, boys and girls commune
with God. Every church house is a
holy place. Every church house is
a place of prayer. Come to its midweek 
prayer services. The petitions
are going up for you. "There is
glory and beauty in te House of
God." Come to its Bible School
Sundays and see groups of men
and women and little children
learning more about Jesus, giving
their pennies, nickles, dimes, and
dollars.
There is a glory, a beauty, a sacredness 
in every house of God because 
it is the place of hallowed
associations. Its every nook and
every comer are bathed in the atmosphere 
of prayer. To the church
house loving hands carry our dear
dead ones for the sweet and tender 
offices of faith, hope and love.
From its pulpit comes God's gracious 
gospel. From its choir loft
come the strains of haunting melodies. 
From its altar the sacred
symbol of Jesus broken body and
shed Wood are distributed. To its
chancel the bride and groom go to
pledge their marriage vows.
The church is an agency of the
spirit, and an instrument of the
eternal... The church is a road
to Heaven, the dressing room to
Paradise, the vestibule to Eternity. 
Yes, there is glory and beauty
in the church.
The church links man with God:
Links man with Eternity. Every
church testifies to the hope which
the Christian has in an eternal
life with his Lord and Savior Jesus
Christ.
No church means no worship. No
worship means no religion. No religion 
means no morality. No morality 
means no society. No society
means no government. No government 
means anarchy, chaos, hell.
May we all be able to say:

THE GLORY OF THE CHURCH

TEXT: "Unto Him be glory in
the church Christ Jesus throughout 
all ages, world without end."—
Eph. 3:21.
The church makes weak men
strong.
The church makes strong men
Holy.
The church brings good news.
The church is the mother of Heroes 
crowned and uncrowned.
Take the churches out of our
cities and the laws of the city
would become the laws of the jungle. 
What then, would be the value
of real estate in our cities?
The church is earth's greatest
business. Are you a member a
stockholder... Do you have any
interest in the church?
There is an advertising slogan,
"We Are Advertised by Our Loving
Friends." Let the church be advertised 
by its loving friends. Talk up
the church, its choir, its Sunday
and Bible School, its prayer meeting. 
If there is something in your
local church which will not stand
advertising, try to change it so you
can advertise your church.
There is glory in the church, in
the House of God, where men and
women, boys and girls commune
with God. Every church house is a
holy place. Every church house is
a place of prayer. Come to its midweek 
prayer services. The petitions
are going up for you. "There is
glory and beauty in te House of
God." Come to its Bible School
Sundays and see groups of men
and women and little children
learning more about Jesus, giving
their pennies, nickles, dimes, and
dollars.
There is a glory, a beauty, a sacredness 
in every house of God because 
it is the place of hallowed
associations. Its every nook and
every comer are bathed in the atmosphere 
of prayer. To the church
house loving hands carry our dear
dead ones for the sweet and tender 
offices of faith, hope and love.
From its pulpit comes God's gracious 
gospel. From its choir loft
come the strains of haunting melodies. 
From its altar the sacred
symbol of Jesus broken body and
shed Wood are distributed. To its
chancel the bride and groom go to
pledge their marriage vows.
The church is an agency of the
spirit, and an instrument of the
eternal... The church is a road
to Heaven, the dressing room to
Paradise, the vestibule to Eternity. 
Yes, there is glory and beauty
in the church.
The church links man with God:
Links man with Eternity. Every
church testifies to the hope which
the Christian has in an eternal
life with his Lord and Savior Jesus
Christ.
No church means no worship. No
worship means no religion. No religion 
means no morality. No morality 
means no society. No society
means no government. No government 
means anarchy, chaos, hell.
May we all be able to say:

The Inheritors
By JANE ABBOTT

At 86, Josh Trevitt makes his will,
leaving an equal share of his rambling
farm in New York state to each of his
nieces. Mrs. Hester Wilmar, Miss Jennie
Todd and his nephew. Tom Todd. But to
acquire final title, each must remain
three months on the land, those leaving 
sooner relinquishing their share or
shares to the final "resident." Josh
also assigns, an acre with tiny cottage,
to Gary Norbeck, a stranger who'd
come to live there. Shortly after making 
his will. Josh falls from a rafter
of his barn, and is killed. At girl's
school in Cleveland, Ohio, where she
is house-mother, niece Jenny receives
news of her inheritance, and relishes
the prospect of living on a farm.
HESTER WILMER awakened
on the morning of June 2, alive in
every bit of her to the importance
of this day. At 2 o'clock the nominating 
committee of the board of
directors of the Athena club was
to meet to appoint the club's officers 
for the coming year. And
it was certain in her mind, and in
the minds of her friends that she
would be chosen unanimously for
president. This year the presidency
was even more to be desired for
the club was co-operating with
civic organizations to put on a gigantic 
pageant in celebration of
the 200th anniversary of the coming 
of the Holland Land Co. to
this frontier. It had the responsibility 
of costuming the cast of
the pageant. Though the affair
would not come off until August,
a committee, of which she was
chairman, already was working
over designs and materials for
costumes.
A glance at her watch told her
that Hubert would still be at the
breakfast table. Usually he was
gone when she went downstairs
and, as they used separate bedrooms, 
she seldom encountered him
until dinner time. But it would
begin the day as this day should
begin—to have this opportunity to
tell Hubert, Enid, too, of its importance. 
He should realize that
her prominence in the social life
of the city was a definite asset to
him in his insurance business. Enid
should realize that it helped her,
socially, too.
Hers was a home beautiful in
every detail and, as she walked
down the stairs this morning, it
seemed particularly so. "I'll invite
a few in for tea this afternoon,"
she thought and instantly went
swiftly over in her mind the ones
she would ask to rejoice with her
over the honor accorded her.
She found Hubert at the table
in the breakfast-room. At her
coming he said: "Why down so
early?"
"I've a busy day." She rang a
bell and when a maid appeared,
said: "Good morning, Dora. Just
fruit juice and toast, please."
Then Hubert said: "Glad you
have come down, Hes, before Enid.
A bill, came to my office yesterday 
from Jaffe's. For a fur coat—
$1,000."
"It's for Enid."
"Enid has a fur coat—you have
one."
"Enid's is two years old. Outdated, 
too. You want her, I hope,
to look well-dressed. And there is
a discount if you buy furs in

spring."
"Hester, we've got to go more
carefully! We've been living up to
the limit of my income these past
five years. Where do you think we
are going to finish up when all my
savings are gone?"
Hester sat very still. To count
10 before she spoke, when she was
angry, long had been a practice
of hers. She reached five and
broke off for Enid was coming
into the room.
"Good morning, mother. Good
morning, dad." Enid did not sit
down. "I had some breakfast in
the kitchen a half-hour ago. Just
stopped to say hello."
Hester said: "Why couldn't you
wait to eat with us, darling?"
"I told Gert Nichols I'd stop at
her house before 10."
Hester's smile stiffened a little.
She did not like this friendship
between Enid and Gertrude Nichols. 
The girl was nice enough,
but she wasn't in Enid's set.
"Enid, it's going to be a beautiful 
day! I'm not using the car—
why don't you call up Martha or
Peg and drive out to the club and
spend the day. Play some tennis
..."
Enid said, without looking at her
mother: "Gert and I are going to
apply for jobs as copy girls at the
Evening News! They take extra
ones on in the summer."
"What a fantastic idea, darling!" 
Hester said.
Hubert got up from his chair.
"I'll drop you at your friend's
house on my way to the office."
"Thanks, dad. I'll be ready in a
minute." Enid hurried out of the
room.
Hubert said: "Ever thought that
you plan Enid's life for her too
much? That maybe there's a lot
in the old saying against trying
to fit a square peg in a round
hole?" He went on out of the room
without waiting for her answer.
She heard Enid run down the
stairs, the door close behind them.
She was not going to let the two
of them spoil this day. She finished 
her coffee, went from the
breakfast-room to her study, a
charming, glass-enclosed room, at
the end of the hall. The morning's
mail lay on the desk. Usually she
read it before she let anything else
occupy her but now she sat at the
desk merely fingering the top envelope. 
For she found staying with
her the echo of what Hubert had
said as he stood beside her at the
table.
"Why shouldn't a mother plan
what was best for her daughter?"
The St. Agnes Academy here—
expensive, yes, but the daughters
of the best families in Buffalo attended 
it; had for three generations. 
That finishing school in
North Carolina—there Enid had
had the opportunity of making
lifelong friends with girls from old
Southern families. The Assemblies
here. Enid's junior membership at
the country club, her golf lessons,
tennis, riding... Everything she
had planned through the years had
been for Enid's good!
She drew the telephone toward
her. To talk with her friends would
restore her composure. Mary Morgan 
first. Then Delia Richards.

Anne Babbitt—Anne was one of
the directors.
Each said she would come about
half-past 4. Dell Richards
laughed. "We'll celebrate."
Feeling calmer, Hester opened
her mail—a few bills, two wedding
invitations, an appeal for money.
She considered each, put it back
in its proper pigeonhole and picked
up the larger, thicker envelope
that bad lain at the bottom of the
little pile.
Registered, she noticed. From
Wickford Middleton in Killbuck,
the man who had signed the telegram 
notifying her of her Uncle
Jehosophat's death. She had wired
flowers.
She broke the flap of the envelope, 
spread out its sheets.
"The Last Will and Testament
of Jehosophat Trevett."
She smiled—was the old man
leaving what little he had to her
in appreciation for the letters she
had written to him occasionally
from a sense of duty?
But as she read the will she
gave sounds of mounting indignation. 
Live up there in that desolate 
place—with Jennie and Tommy? 
Three months—and the pageant 
in August? Enid's summer
to think of? And who was this
Gary Norbeck? Certainly no relation. 
The old man was senile, of
course. "I'll contest it I'll call
Robert Drew tomorrow morning
and tell him to start at once whatever 
proceedings have to be taken.
The entire property should come
to me rightfully—I'm the only one
of the family who ever Las given
him a thought!"
Two o'clock—it would not take
the board long to name the officers. 
Then Anne Babbitt would
call her. She dressed for the afternoon, 
went down again to her
study. While waiting for Anne's
call she would start a list of
guests for a dinner—perhaps next
week at the country club.
Her telephone rang. The "Hello"
was in Anne's voice.
Yes, Anne!"
Anne said: "Hester, I'm so furious 
I could burst! What do you
think they did today? Elected Lydia 
Holzworth for president, Unanimously..." 

Hester's knuckles were white
where one hand gripped the receiver; 
the other the edge of her
desk. But her voice was even,
soft. "You were there, Anne!"
"I know it, but what could I do?
I argued and argued about it, said,
oh, all the things about you. Do
you know what their reason was?
That you were indispensable as
chairman of the pageant committee—that 
you'd done most of the
work on it so far and it would set
everything back if you couldn't
give all your time to it! But Lydia 
Holzworth—what's she ever
done except read poems at the
morning programs? Hester, darling—maybe 
you'd rather we didn't
come in this afternoon. Be honest
—I'll call up everyone you've
asked..."
"How silly! Of course I want
you to come!"
"See you later, then. By."


SYNOPSIS
By JANE ABBOTT

At 86, Josh Trevitt makes his will,
leaving an equal share of his rambling
farm in New York state to each of his
nieces. Mrs. Hester Wilmar, Miss Jennie
Todd and his nephew. Tom Todd. But to
acquire final title, each must remain
three months on the land, those leaving 
sooner relinquishing their share or
shares to the final "resident." Josh
also assigns, an acre with tiny cottage,
to Gary Norbeck, a stranger who'd
come to live there. Shortly after making 
his will. Josh falls from a rafter
of his barn, and is killed. At girl's
school in Cleveland, Ohio, where she
is house-mother, niece Jenny receives
news of her inheritance, and relishes
the prospect of living on a farm.
HESTER WILMER awakened
on the morning of June 2, alive in
every bit of her to the importance
of this day. At 2 o'clock the nominating 
committee of the board of
directors of the Athena club was
to meet to appoint the club's officers 
for the coming year. And
it was certain in her mind, and in
the minds of her friends that she
would be chosen unanimously for
president. This year the presidency
was even more to be desired for
the club was co-operating with
civic organizations to put on a gigantic 
pageant in celebration of
the 200th anniversary of the coming 
of the Holland Land Co. to
this frontier. It had the responsibility 
of costuming the cast of
the pageant. Though the affair
would not come off until August,
a committee, of which she was
chairman, already was working
over designs and materials for
costumes.
A glance at her watch told her
that Hubert would still be at the
breakfast table. Usually he was
gone when she went downstairs
and, as they used separate bedrooms, 
she seldom encountered him
until dinner time. But it would
begin the day as this day should
begin—to have this opportunity to
tell Hubert, Enid, too, of its importance. 
He should realize that
her prominence in the social life
of the city was a definite asset to
him in his insurance business. Enid
should realize that it helped her,
socially, too.
Hers was a home beautiful in
every detail and, as she walked
down the stairs this morning, it
seemed particularly so. "I'll invite
a few in for tea this afternoon,"
she thought and instantly went
swiftly over in her mind the ones
she would ask to rejoice with her
over the honor accorded her.
She found Hubert at the table
in the breakfast-room. At her
coming he said: "Why down so
early?"
"I've a busy day." She rang a
bell and when a maid appeared,
said: "Good morning, Dora. Just
fruit juice and toast, please."
Then Hubert said: "Glad you
have come down, Hes, before Enid.
A bill, came to my office yesterday 
from Jaffe's. For a fur coat—
$1,000."
"It's for Enid."
"Enid has a fur coat—you have
one."
"Enid's is two years old. Outdated, 
too. You want her, I hope,
to look well-dressed. And there is
a discount if you buy furs in

spring."
"Hester, we've got to go more
carefully! We've been living up to
the limit of my income these past
five years. Where do you think we
are going to finish up when all my
savings are gone?"
Hester sat very still. To count
10 before she spoke, when she was
angry, long had been a practice
of hers. She reached five and
broke off for Enid was coming
into the room.
"Good morning, mother. Good
morning, dad." Enid did not sit
down. "I had some breakfast in
the kitchen a half-hour ago. Just
stopped to say hello."
Hester said: "Why couldn't you
wait to eat with us, darling?"
"I told Gert Nichols I'd stop at
her house before 10."
Hester's smile stiffened a little.
She did not like this friendship
between Enid and Gertrude Nichols. 
The girl was nice enough,
but she wasn't in Enid's set.
"Enid, it's going to be a beautiful 
day! I'm not using the car—
why don't you call up Martha or
Peg and drive out to the club and
spend the day. Play some tennis
..."
Enid said, without looking at her
mother: "Gert and I are going to
apply for jobs as copy girls at the
Evening News! They take extra
ones on in the summer."
"What a fantastic idea, darling!" 
Hester said.
Hubert got up from his chair.
"I'll drop you at your friend's
house on my way to the office."
"Thanks, dad. I'll be ready in a
minute." Enid hurried out of the
room.
Hubert said: "Ever thought that
you plan Enid's life for her too
much? That maybe there's a lot
in the old saying against trying
to fit a square peg in a round
hole?" He went on out of the room
without waiting for her answer.
She heard Enid run down the
stairs, the door close behind them.
She was not going to let the two
of them spoil this day. She finished 
her coffee, went from the
breakfast-room to her study, a
charming, glass-enclosed room, at
the end of the hall. The morning's
mail lay on the desk. Usually she
read it before she let anything else
occupy her but now she sat at the
desk merely fingering the top envelope. 
For she found staying with
her the echo of what Hubert had
said as he stood beside her at the
table.
"Why shouldn't a mother plan
what was best for her daughter?"
The St. Agnes Academy here—
expensive, yes, but the daughters
of the best families in Buffalo attended 
it; had for three generations. 
That finishing school in
North Carolina—there Enid had
had the opportunity of making
lifelong friends with girls from old
Southern families. The Assemblies
here. Enid's junior membership at
the country club, her golf lessons,
tennis, riding... Everything she
had planned through the years had
been for Enid's good!
She drew the telephone toward
her. To talk with her friends would
restore her composure. Mary Morgan 
first. Then Delia Richards.

Anne Babbitt—Anne was one of
the directors.
Each said she would come about
half-past 4. Dell Richards
laughed. "We'll celebrate."
Feeling calmer, Hester opened
her mail—a few bills, two wedding
invitations, an appeal for money.
She considered each, put it back
in its proper pigeonhole and picked
up the larger, thicker envelope
that bad lain at the bottom of the
little pile.
Registered, she noticed. From
Wickford Middleton in Killbuck,
the man who had signed the telegram 
notifying her of her Uncle
Jehosophat's death. She had wired
flowers.
She broke the flap of the envelope, 
spread out its sheets.
"The Last Will and Testament
of Jehosophat Trevett."
She smiled—was the old man
leaving what little he had to her
in appreciation for the letters she
had written to him occasionally
from a sense of duty?
But as she read the will she
gave sounds of mounting indignation. 
Live up there in that desolate 
place—with Jennie and Tommy? 
Three months—and the pageant 
in August? Enid's summer
to think of? And who was this
Gary Norbeck? Certainly no relation. 
The old man was senile, of
course. "I'll contest it I'll call
Robert Drew tomorrow morning
and tell him to start at once whatever 
proceedings have to be taken.
The entire property should come
to me rightfully—I'm the only one
of the family who ever Las given
him a thought!"
Two o'clock—it would not take
the board long to name the officers. 
Then Anne Babbitt would
call her. She dressed for the afternoon, 
went down again to her
study. While waiting for Anne's
call she would start a list of
guests for a dinner—perhaps next
week at the country club.
Her telephone rang. The "Hello"
was in Anne's voice.
Yes, Anne!"
Anne said: "Hester, I'm so furious 
I could burst! What do you
think they did today? Elected Lydia 
Holzworth for president, Unanimously..." 

Hester's knuckles were white
where one hand gripped the receiver; 
the other the edge of her
desk. But her voice was even,
soft. "You were there, Anne!"
"I know it, but what could I do?
I argued and argued about it, said,
oh, all the things about you. Do
you know what their reason was?
That you were indispensable as
chairman of the pageant committee—that 
you'd done most of the
work on it so far and it would set
everything back if you couldn't
give all your time to it! But Lydia 
Holzworth—what's she ever
done except read poems at the
morning programs? Hester, darling—maybe 
you'd rather we didn't
come in this afternoon. Be honest
—I'll call up everyone you've
asked..."
"How silly! Of course I want
you to come!"
"See you later, then. By."


CHAPTER FOUR
By JANE ABBOTT

At 86, Josh Trevitt makes his will,
leaving an equal share of his rambling
farm in New York state to each of his
nieces. Mrs. Hester Wilmar, Miss Jennie
Todd and his nephew. Tom Todd. But to
acquire final title, each must remain
three months on the land, those leaving 
sooner relinquishing their share or
shares to the final "resident." Josh
also assigns, an acre with tiny cottage,
to Gary Norbeck, a stranger who'd
come to live there. Shortly after making 
his will. Josh falls from a rafter
of his barn, and is killed. At girl's
school in Cleveland, Ohio, where she
is house-mother, niece Jenny receives
news of her inheritance, and relishes
the prospect of living on a farm.
HESTER WILMER awakened
on the morning of June 2, alive in
every bit of her to the importance
of this day. At 2 o'clock the nominating 
committee of the board of
directors of the Athena club was
to meet to appoint the club's officers 
for the coming year. And
it was certain in her mind, and in
the minds of her friends that she
would be chosen unanimously for
president. This year the presidency
was even more to be desired for
the club was co-operating with
civic organizations to put on a gigantic 
pageant in celebration of
the 200th anniversary of the coming 
of the Holland Land Co. to
this frontier. It had the responsibility 
of costuming the cast of
the pageant. Though the affair
would not come off until August,
a committee, of which she was
chairman, already was working
over designs and materials for
costumes.
A glance at her watch told her
that Hubert would still be at the
breakfast table. Usually he was
gone when she went downstairs
and, as they used separate bedrooms, 
she seldom encountered him
until dinner time. But it would
begin the day as this day should
begin—to have this opportunity to
tell Hubert, Enid, too, of its importance. 
He should realize that
her prominence in the social life
of the city was a definite asset to
him in his insurance business. Enid
should realize that it helped her,
socially, too.
Hers was a home beautiful in
every detail and, as she walked
down the stairs this morning, it
seemed particularly so. "I'll invite
a few in for tea this afternoon,"
she thought and instantly went
swiftly over in her mind the ones
she would ask to rejoice with her
over the honor accorded her.
She found Hubert at the table
in the breakfast-room. At her
coming he said: "Why down so
early?"
"I've a busy day." She rang a
bell and when a maid appeared,
said: "Good morning, Dora. Just
fruit juice and toast, please."
Then Hubert said: "Glad you
have come down, Hes, before Enid.
A bill, came to my office yesterday 
from Jaffe's. For a fur coat—
$1,000."
"It's for Enid."
"Enid has a fur coat—you have
one."
"Enid's is two years old. Outdated, 
too. You want her, I hope,
to look well-dressed. And there is
a discount if you buy furs in

spring."
"Hester, we've got to go more
carefully! We've been living up to
the limit of my income these past
five years. Where do you think we
are going to finish up when all my
savings are gone?"
Hester sat very still. To count
10 before she spoke, when she was
angry, long had been a practice
of hers. She reached five and
broke off for Enid was coming
into the room.
"Good morning, mother. Good
morning, dad." Enid did not sit
down. "I had some breakfast in
the kitchen a half-hour ago. Just
stopped to say hello."
Hester said: "Why couldn't you
wait to eat with us, darling?"
"I told Gert Nichols I'd stop at
her house before 10."
Hester's smile stiffened a little.
She did not like this friendship
between Enid and Gertrude Nichols. 
The girl was nice enough,
but she wasn't in Enid's set.
"Enid, it's going to be a beautiful 
day! I'm not using the car—
why don't you call up Martha or
Peg and drive out to the club and
spend the day. Play some tennis
..."
Enid said, without looking at her
mother: "Gert and I are going to
apply for jobs as copy girls at the
Evening News! They take extra
ones on in the summer."
"What a fantastic idea, darling!" 
Hester said.
Hubert got up from his chair.
"I'll drop you at your friend's
house on my way to the office."
"Thanks, dad. I'll be ready in a
minute." Enid hurried out of the
room.
Hubert said: "Ever thought that
you plan Enid's life for her too
much? That maybe there's a lot
in the old saying against trying
to fit a square peg in a round
hole?" He went on out of the room
without waiting for her answer.
She heard Enid run down the
stairs, the door close behind them.
She was not going to let the two
of them spoil this day. She finished 
her coffee, went from the
breakfast-room to her study, a
charming, glass-enclosed room, at
the end of the hall. The morning's
mail lay on the desk. Usually she
read it before she let anything else
occupy her but now she sat at the
desk merely fingering the top envelope. 
For she found staying with
her the echo of what Hubert had
said as he stood beside her at the
table.
"Why shouldn't a mother plan
what was best for her daughter?"
The St. Agnes Academy here—
expensive, yes, but the daughters
of the best families in Buffalo attended 
it; had for three generations. 
That finishing school in
North Carolina—there Enid had
had the opportunity of making
lifelong friends with girls from old
Southern families. The Assemblies
here. Enid's junior membership at
the country club, her golf lessons,
tennis, riding... Everything she
had planned through the years had
been for Enid's good!
She drew the telephone toward
her. To talk with her friends would
restore her composure. Mary Morgan 
first. Then Delia Richards.

Anne Babbitt—Anne was one of
the directors.
Each said she would come about
half-past 4. Dell Richards
laughed. "We'll celebrate."
Feeling calmer, Hester opened
her mail—a few bills, two wedding
invitations, an appeal for money.
She considered each, put it back
in its proper pigeonhole and picked
up the larger, thicker envelope
that bad lain at the bottom of the
little pile.
Registered, she noticed. From
Wickford Middleton in Killbuck,
the man who had signed the telegram 
notifying her of her Uncle
Jehosophat's death. She had wired
flowers.
She broke the flap of the envelope, 
spread out its sheets.
"The Last Will and Testament
of Jehosophat Trevett."
She smiled—was the old man
leaving what little he had to her
in appreciation for the letters she
had written to him occasionally
from a sense of duty?
But as she read the will she
gave sounds of mounting indignation. 
Live up there in that desolate 
place—with Jennie and Tommy? 
Three months—and the pageant 
in August? Enid's summer
to think of? And who was this
Gary Norbeck? Certainly no relation. 
The old man was senile, of
course. "I'll contest it I'll call
Robert Drew tomorrow morning
and tell him to start at once whatever 
proceedings have to be taken.
The entire property should come
to me rightfully—I'm the only one
of the family who ever Las given
him a thought!"
Two o'clock—it would not take
the board long to name the officers. 
Then Anne Babbitt would
call her. She dressed for the afternoon, 
went down again to her
study. While waiting for Anne's
call she would start a list of
guests for a dinner—perhaps next
week at the country club.
Her telephone rang. The "Hello"
was in Anne's voice.
Yes, Anne!"
Anne said: "Hester, I'm so furious 
I could burst! What do you
think they did today? Elected Lydia 
Holzworth for president, Unanimously..." 

Hester's knuckles were white
where one hand gripped the receiver; 
the other the edge of her
desk. But her voice was even,
soft. "You were there, Anne!"
"I know it, but what could I do?
I argued and argued about it, said,
oh, all the things about you. Do
you know what their reason was?
That you were indispensable as
chairman of the pageant committee—that 
you'd done most of the
work on it so far and it would set
everything back if you couldn't
give all your time to it! But Lydia 
Holzworth—what's she ever
done except read poems at the
morning programs? Hester, darling—maybe 
you'd rather we didn't
come in this afternoon. Be honest
—I'll call up everyone you've
asked..."
"How silly! Of course I want
you to come!"
"See you later, then. By."


Facts About LeMoyne
And Its Graduates

LeMoyne is an integral part of
the city of Memphis and the state
of Tennessee. This is because many
graduates have grasped the feeling
of public spiritedness ingrained by
the college and have gone forth to
serve in social service activities, the
teaching profession, and scientific
work as well as becoming missionaries 
abroad.
Samuel Goodloe (46) B. S. from
LeMoyne. Today he is working for
the Federal Civil Service as an assistant 
in the research department
of Kennedy Veterans Hospital in
Memphis. Mr. Gondloe it the only
Negro technician in the hospital lab
where he does most of the institution's 
technical research.
Mildred Crawford (51) Is the
daughter of a tenant sharecropper
and the eldest child of a large
family. Through her determination
for an education, scholarship and
self aid from LeMoyne she won a
B. S. degree in education with distinction 
in 1951. Throughout her
years at LeMoyne she remained in
the upper five percent of her class,
while working part time in the the
college library. She won the first
Florina Lasker scholarship in 1951
in competition with students from
thirty-one other colleges. This
scholarship enabled her to attend
Merrill Palmer School in Detroit
(affiliated with the University of
Michigan). Miss Crawford now
teaches in the public schools of
Memphis. Katheryn Bryan ('46)
After receiving her degree from LeMoyne 
did graduate work at Columbia 
University and Union Seminary. 
She worked among the Navjo 
Indians at Ft. Defiance, Ariz.,
and then went to Haiti where she
served as director of religious education 
for the Episcopal Church.
Sadie Gasaway did both her high
school and college work at LeMoyne
After receiving the B. S. degree
she attended the University of
Illinois where she received a M. S.
in mathematics She has done additional 
graduate work at the Univ.
pf Ill., and Cornell University. After 
teaching for a few years in
Memphis she joined the staff of the
Mathematics department at Tennessee 
State University in Nashville. 

Marjorie Greene ('44) Received a
B. A. degree from LeMoyne in

Sociology and her M. A. in social
work from New York School of Social 
Work. From 1946 to 1948 she
was employed in Memphis at the
Family Service Agency. In New
York she has worked for the city
as psychiatric social worker and at
Manefiore Hospital. She is now supervisor 
of New York School of
Social Work Students.
Rufus Dwitt ('46) rec eivaed
Rufus Dwitt ('46) received a
B. S. degree in economics. Since
1948 he has been executive secretary 
of the Montgomery (Ala.)
YMCA. After graduating from LeMoyne 
he took his M. A. degree
at Union Theological Seminary in
New York and attended Columbia
University.
Willie S. Matthews (1940) After
receiving a B. A. in sociology from
LeMoyne, took his M. S. in administration 
and supervision. He is now
Principal of Sumner High School
Cairo, Ill.
Elaine Douglas ('38) Received B.
A. in English from LeMoyne and
M. A in English from Atlanta
University Taught at Marianas for
a few years then became Proffo.
a few years then became Prof.
of English, at Fort Valley State
Teachers College. In 1952 she won
a Ford Foundation Fellowship and
studied at the University of Chicago 
where she is a candidate for the
Ph. D. degree.

Faculty Member
Granted Leave
Dr. Ernest 
M. Norris, Teacher Trainer in
Agricultural Education at Prairie
View A. & M. College has been
granted a leave of absence from his
position here in order that he might
serve in a program of Fundamental
Education which is being initiated
at Jarvis College in Hawkins, Texas.
President E. B. Evans, stated here
today that "Dr. Norris has been
loaned to the Board of Fundamental
Education for seven months, effective 
February 1". "He has many
years of experience in rural life situations 
and rural living and should
be valuable to the program in fundamental 
education as it originates
in east Texas," Dr. Evans said.
Dr. Norris has been requested to
serve as associate director of the
project which aims to develop program 
materials in self-help and
community education designed to
train and orientate staff and leaders 
at the two demonstration centers—one 
at Jarvis College in Haw
kins 
and the other at Flanner House
in Indianapolis, Indiana. The assignment 
also calls for the development 
of certain progress steps, and
evaluation techniques for measuring
the results of Fundamental Education. 
Dr. John E. Baker, professor
of Administration at Ball State
Teachers College, Muncie, Indiana,
will serve as director of the basic
studies.

Liberty To Join
Negro History Week
Cossitt Library, Negro Branch,
531 Vance will join the nation Feb.
13-20 in the observance of Negro
History Week. The theme Negro
History—a Contribution to America's 
Intercultural Life, is appropriately 
woven into the everyday
work of the Branch Librarians who,
daily talk to Memphis Negroes about 
books which highlight the
lives and achievements of Negroes.
Cossitt Library has an outstanding
collection of books on the subject
of Negro History—ranging through
the subject fields of biography, art,

literature, education and history as
well as in the field of international
relations.
Among those who have contributed 
much to intercultural understanding 
are found the names of
Ethel Waters, Ralph Bunche, and
George Washington Carver.
The field of literature is particularly 
rich in Negro writers who
have made their mark in cultural
achievement, Arna Bontemps, and
Gwendolyn Brooks, Countee Cullen, 
Langston Hughes, and Frank
Yerby are known all over the world
for the excellence of their work.
Their books—"Annie Allen," by
Brooks; "Color," by Countee Cullen; 
"Not Without Laughter," by
Langston Hughes; and "Benton's
Row," by Frank Yerby; head the
list of books by Negro author
which are in demand at the Library. 

The world of music and art is
especially rich in materials created 
by Negro artists. Marian Anderson, 
W. C. Handy, Duke Ellington,
Louis Armstrong, and others have
played an important part in their
role of contributors to intercultural 
relations. The work of Negro artists 
has become a part of our cultural 
heritage. "African Sculpture
Speaks," by Segg; "The Sculpture
of Negro Africa," by Wingert and
"Negro Musicians and Their Music," 
by Mrs. M. C. Hare, are only
a few of the books on this subject
to be found at the library.
To know these men and women
and to understand the contributions 
they have made, should be
the pleasant duty of every reader;
for many books have been written
to make them as real as the next
door neighbor. See the exhibits at
the Library this week and borrow
a book about some of these famous
people.
Your Cossitt Library branch is
open every day from two until six,
and until eight o'clock on Monday, 
Wednesday and Friday. For
your added convenience, Bookmobile 
services are now being carried
to readers in different parts of the
city.
To my early knowledge of the
Bible I owe the best part of my
taste in literature, and the most
previous, and on the whole, the
one essential part of my education. 

—John Ruskin

ON THE REEL
By Rev. Taschereau Arnold
Religious Editor
Published Weekly In Interest of Religious Progre
Because God had required of them
a high degree of love and consideration 
for the members of their
own race the Pharisee of Jesus'
day had added the converse principle 
out of their own minds that one
should hate an enemy. God had not
said it; in fact. He declared that
even in the case of the stranger in
the land, "thou shalt love him as
thyself. (Lev. 19:34.)
There is too much of the pharisaic 
spirit in us today not only in
the world but in the church, namely,
of loving only those who are lovely,
and in whom we may have an interest. 
The attitude of the world is
that of selfish advantage. It paps
to be polite to those who favor you,
to cultivate good will by acts of
courtesy and kindness. If you have
a neighbor who could help you in
time of need do something nice for
him. Love the lovely and ignore the
unlovely. If you have an enemy,
what can you gain from kindness to
him? Hate him, and that him as
an enemy. So says the worldling.
Christianity knows nothing of

such a spirit. Even though the Christian 
finds it necessary to oppose
wicked men to thwart or hinder
their evil plans. He does not lose his
love for them. Even those who despitely 
use us are to be loved for
Christ's sake.
The example is our heavenly Father 
Himself, as He allows the benefits 
of His bounty to accrue even
to those who rebel against Him.
They do not enjoy pf profit by His
kindness as the believer does because 
of their failure to recognize
Him as the giver, but God is kind
and loving toward them even in
their rejection of Him.
It is well for us, when we feel the
pain and sorrow of the words and
deeds of evil men, to "consider him
that endured such contradiction of
sinners against himself, lest (we)
be wearied" (Heb. 12:3). He went
right on loving them and so can we.
To learn and to practice that divine 
measure of love is to have
grown spiritually. God help us to
grow!
— Selected.

THE MEASURE OF LOVE
By Rev. Taschereau Arnold
Religious Editor
Published Weekly In Interest of Religious Progre
Because God had required of them
a high degree of love and consideration 
for the members of their
own race the Pharisee of Jesus'
day had added the converse principle 
out of their own minds that one
should hate an enemy. God had not
said it; in fact. He declared that
even in the case of the stranger in
the land, "thou shalt love him as
thyself. (Lev. 19:34.)
There is too much of the pharisaic 
spirit in us today not only in
the world but in the church, namely,
of loving only those who are lovely,
and in whom we may have an interest. 
The attitude of the world is
that of selfish advantage. It paps
to be polite to those who favor you,
to cultivate good will by acts of
courtesy and kindness. If you have
a neighbor who could help you in
time of need do something nice for
him. Love the lovely and ignore the
unlovely. If you have an enemy,
what can you gain from kindness to
him? Hate him, and that him as
an enemy. So says the worldling.
Christianity knows nothing of

such a spirit. Even though the Christian 
finds it necessary to oppose
wicked men to thwart or hinder
their evil plans. He does not lose his
love for them. Even those who despitely 
use us are to be loved for
Christ's sake.
The example is our heavenly Father 
Himself, as He allows the benefits 
of His bounty to accrue even
to those who rebel against Him.
They do not enjoy pf profit by His
kindness as the believer does because 
of their failure to recognize
Him as the giver, but God is kind
and loving toward them even in
their rejection of Him.
It is well for us, when we feel the
pain and sorrow of the words and
deeds of evil men, to "consider him
that endured such contradiction of
sinners against himself, lest (we)
be wearied" (Heb. 12:3). He went
right on loving them and so can we.
To learn and to practice that divine 
measure of love is to have
grown spiritually. God help us to
grow!
— Selected.

LETTERS TO THE
Editor
Dear Editor:
May I express my personal and
sincere thanks and, deep appreciation 
for your fine contribution to
Family Night in honor of Professor 
Ashton Hayes and myself, on
the night of January 28, 1955 at
Douglass High School.
It was most gratifying to accept
this honor that was bestowed upon 
us. And I am hoping for you
and your newspaper a very successful 
year.
I am,
Yours truly,
L. C. Sharp.
Dear Sir:
I thought you would want something 
on our National Citizenship
Dinner in Washington. It was such
an historic occasion with so much
significance that the public should
not lose the opportunity of knowing 
about it fully.
The children who fought such a
valiant fight for freedom before
the Supreme Court had been pressed 
back down the runways of oblivion. 
We feel that this winner where
we glorified them and gave them
scholarships not only brought them
to the attention of the world but
made them feel that more people
than their immediate families were
interested in them and that this
will make other young people of the
nation feel that we place a value
on courage.
Yours truly,
George W. Lee,
Commissioner of Education.

SAYS THANKS
Dear Editor:
May I express my personal and
sincere thanks and, deep appreciation 
for your fine contribution to
Family Night in honor of Professor 
Ashton Hayes and myself, on
the night of January 28, 1955 at
Douglass High School.
It was most gratifying to accept
this honor that was bestowed upon 
us. And I am hoping for you
and your newspaper a very successful 
year.
I am,
Yours truly,
L. C. Sharp.
Dear Sir:
I thought you would want something 
on our National Citizenship
Dinner in Washington. It was such
an historic occasion with so much
significance that the public should
not lose the opportunity of knowing 
about it fully.
The children who fought such a
valiant fight for freedom before
the Supreme Court had been pressed 
back down the runways of oblivion. 
We feel that this winner where
we glorified them and gave them
scholarships not only brought them
to the attention of the world but
made them feel that more people
than their immediate families were
interested in them and that this
will make other young people of the
nation feel that we place a value
on courage.
Yours truly,
George W. Lee,
Commissioner of Education.

ELKS CITIZENSHIP DRIVE
Dear Editor:
May I express my personal and
sincere thanks and, deep appreciation 
for your fine contribution to
Family Night in honor of Professor 
Ashton Hayes and myself, on
the night of January 28, 1955 at
Douglass High School.
It was most gratifying to accept
this honor that was bestowed upon 
us. And I am hoping for you
and your newspaper a very successful 
year.
I am,
Yours truly,
L. C. Sharp.
Dear Sir:
I thought you would want something 
on our National Citizenship
Dinner in Washington. It was such
an historic occasion with so much
significance that the public should
not lose the opportunity of knowing 
about it fully.
The children who fought such a
valiant fight for freedom before
the Supreme Court had been pressed 
back down the runways of oblivion. 
We feel that this winner where
we glorified them and gave them
scholarships not only brought them
to the attention of the world but
made them feel that more people
than their immediate families were
interested in them and that this
will make other young people of the
nation feel that we place a value
on courage.
Yours truly,
George W. Lee,
Commissioner of Education.