Memphis World Memphis World Publishing Co. 1954-06-15 Mrs. Rosa Brown Bracy MEMPHIS WORLD AMERICAN'S STANDARD RACE JOURNAL 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) Haile Selassie And The Host Of The Lord Coincident with the coming of Haile Selassie on a business junket to this country, some of the belongings of Mussolini, which otherwise might have been priceless heirlooms, were in wanting for a keeper. The boots in which the proud stage-artist delighted to strut the balcony before clapping throngs, for the want of a taker, were consigned to the garbage heap and ordered burned. The trousers worn by the great deceiver also were in the heap of things nobody wanted. Fate deals strangely with men. The few things kept from the personal effects of George. Washington and Abraham Lincoln could not be bought for any price. Men, by their lives make their own appraisal, and value or devaluate their possessions. It will be recalled that Haile Selassie made another mission — once in an effort to get help from the free world when Mussolini was overrunning his little country, destroying cities and killing off the population. It apparently was thought at that time that little kingdoms and especially ruling interests by darker races would not matter very much. The fighters of the Lion of Judah, despite their inability to get help, met the cohorts of Mussolini in the streets and back alleys with slicks and rocks. So depleted were they in fighting equipment, they were referred to as barefoot fighters. Mussolini, the bum, strutted his goose-step unmolested, until smitten by the "forces of the Lord." Haile Selassie is reportedly a direct descendant from King Solomon and the Queen of Sheba. He has come down the centuries from the loins of a proud ancestry. His kingdom stands, and he is here in the United States to deal with high diplomats and executives, who now realize that democracy and freedom are no stronger than their weakest link. The world is too old now and civilization is too much of its mood to allow the seed of destruction to set up in even the least atoms of the body politic, or all may be implemented to good use in a battle against the cohorts "striving against the soldiers of the Lord." Down with the boots and trousers of Mussolini; hail the Lion of judah, the little prophet, the voice of a dark man, crying in the wilderness "prepare ye the way of the Lord." Playing In The Street Children, like grownups must have somewhere to play. Young life is full of vigor and that stored up energy must have on outlet. The mental faculties that have been functioning through the various textbooks in school, just don't subside as such with the closing of school. A municipality like ours, undermanned and over-peopled, requires methodical procedure for an orderly routine. Modern gadgets and new appliances, now doing many of the chores around home, have taken over much of the work usually done by children. Therefore there is little to do around the home to occupy the little idle and mischievous hands. With inadequate recreational centers, many parents keep their children. These children, even from good homes are apt to engage in unwholesome practices, such as playing ball in the street and sliding. It is no uncommon thing to see children playing in the street. For the most they take no concern of the dangers inevitable along the driveways. There are all sorts of drivers in our streets. Some drunk, some wreckless and some just don't care. All of these are to be encountered along any passage way. They are down town on the busy thoroughfares, running through yellow light signals and often through red lights. It behooves every driver of an automobile to be alerted to the peril of children. They may be found on almost every intersection where children live. Many of them are wayward stray children over whom their parents exert little or any control. Unlike children of the old school, subject to correction and reprimand by any elder person passing along, they just do as they choose. The danger of life and limb should above all, be the concern of every individual. The children are our own charge; they are trusted to our care and keeping and the fact that there isn't sufficient employment in which to engage their time and attention, is not their fault. Young lives are precious; in the crowded milling throngs there is somebody's darling. It might be yours. Let parents hammer away on safety rules and at the same time, let every driver be a committee of one to observe and drive carefully. School is out and there are thousands of children with nothing to do and nowhere to go. Above all things, children should never be allowed to play in the streets, however scarce the traffic. Children, there is something for you to do; we love you and while we are on the alert for your safety, do your portion. BETWEEN THE LINES The School Board of Washington, D. C. has set the nation a noble example, by its timely decision to begin integration in the schools of that city now. When the Washington Board decided to meet the problem head-on instead of looking for loop-holes, as they are Currently doing in North Carolina, South Carolina, Georgia and Virginia, it showed the possibilities of stalwart leadership and moral courage, the two essential ingredients demanded by the current situation. North Carolina and Virginia are pitiful, when they take refuge in the spacious clause of the Supreme court decision which does not provide ways and means of implementing the said decision. The clause that allowed the South an opportunity to redeem itself commendably from the curse of segregation, has been turned by two great states into a great excuse for postponing the inevitable and for the refuge of southern die-hards. It is to the South's detriment that these bitter-enders are today in the political saddle and they are proposing to do some "rough rid ing," so it appears Negroes must be especially cautious in the face of the impending situation; for bitter-enders and die-harders are going to have their inning, which in the end will amount to reprisals against defenseless Negroes It is hardly probable that such social change as is impending could be effected without great tribulation for somebody and chiefest of these tribulations will be visited upon the Negroes themselves; for this Negroes must be prepared. A season of serious thinking with a minimum of loose talking would work wonders for the common cause In the nature of things, Negroes are as unprepared for the diverse eventualities of the entirely new situation as the whites. Attempts at mutual understanding were never more necessary than now There is a sense of urgency in the situation that calls for sacrifice and patience and the Christian point of view, all of which will be sorely tested In the crucible of the new situation. In the first place, the political charlatans and demagogues will have a field day and will do their utmost to circumvent the sovereign laws of a sovereign nation. They will defy God, the Bible and Jesus Christ and spit in the face of Decency trying to turn back the bonds on the Clock of Time. They will employ every hellish design to prove that integration is impossible and then they will shout, "I told While the wrath incurred by the outcome of the Civil War, the wrath wrought by the Supreme Court's recent decision will fall with greatest fury upon Negroes themselves To the careful student of the situation this is not to be unexpected. WASHINGTON SHOWS THE WAY The School Board of Washington, D. C. has set the nation a noble example, by its timely decision to begin integration in the schools of that city now. When the Washington Board decided to meet the problem head-on instead of looking for loop-holes, as they are Currently doing in North Carolina, South Carolina, Georgia and Virginia, it showed the possibilities of stalwart leadership and moral courage, the two essential ingredients demanded by the current situation. North Carolina and Virginia are pitiful, when they take refuge in the spacious clause of the Supreme court decision which does not provide ways and means of implementing the said decision. The clause that allowed the South an opportunity to redeem itself commendably from the curse of segregation, has been turned by two great states into a great excuse for postponing the inevitable and for the refuge of southern die-hards. It is to the South's detriment that these bitter-enders are today in the political saddle and they are proposing to do some "rough rid ing," so it appears Negroes must be especially cautious in the face of the impending situation; for bitter-enders and die-harders are going to have their inning, which in the end will amount to reprisals against defenseless Negroes It is hardly probable that such social change as is impending could be effected without great tribulation for somebody and chiefest of these tribulations will be visited upon the Negroes themselves; for this Negroes must be prepared. A season of serious thinking with a minimum of loose talking would work wonders for the common cause In the nature of things, Negroes are as unprepared for the diverse eventualities of the entirely new situation as the whites. Attempts at mutual understanding were never more necessary than now There is a sense of urgency in the situation that calls for sacrifice and patience and the Christian point of view, all of which will be sorely tested In the crucible of the new situation. In the first place, the political charlatans and demagogues will have a field day and will do their utmost to circumvent the sovereign laws of a sovereign nation. They will defy God, the Bible and Jesus Christ and spit in the face of Decency trying to turn back the bonds on the Clock of Time. They will employ every hellish design to prove that integration is impossible and then they will shout, "I told While the wrath incurred by the outcome of the Civil War, the wrath wrought by the Supreme Court's recent decision will fall with greatest fury upon Negroes themselves To the careful student of the situation this is not to be unexpected. LETTERS TO THE Editor To the Editor: It is hard for me to understand why every Negro sole ambition in life seems to be to mix with white people, they have never had enough grit to buckle down and carve out a niche in life for themselves, but are always whining and whimpering just to be allowed to mix with white people. Oh, I know the excuse is, they Want equal rights, but that is just NOT true, if it were they would work for equal rights with segregation since the whites do not want to mix with them. They have absolutely no pride in their race because they know and so does everybody else that nonsegregation eventually brings mongrelization. I should say they have NO pride period, since they are willing to use the police to force the mixing on somebody that absolutely does not want to associate with you is gall personified. What a difference in Negroes and Indians, that noble race don't want anything to do with white people. THEY HAVE PRIDE. MRS. J. MELVIN Delary Beach, Fla. You mention about the fear of non-segregation turning into mongrelization. Most of the states in this nation have definite statutes against intermarriage between the races We highly agree with this law. Wrat we want is simply equal protection and opportunities under the law as Americans. The record shows since the 1896 doctrine of separate but equal, was handed down by the Supreme Court, the states having legal segregation have woefully neglected giving the non-white citizens equal educational facilities. This is a matter of record and not opinion. Morever, you seem to overlook the opportunities that this recent decision gives to white people in the South. It will speed up the elimination of the racial issues from the political campaigns, thereby making it possible for the election of more competent public officials. It will increase the possibilities of white Southerners becoming president of the United States. You should also bear in mind the fact that the international situation made this decision unavoidable. Time will prove it was the wise and just thing to do. But, we are aware of the mental readjustment it will require. Says Pride Should Prevent Race Mixing To the Editor: It is hard for me to understand why every Negro sole ambition in life seems to be to mix with white people, they have never had enough grit to buckle down and carve out a niche in life for themselves, but are always whining and whimpering just to be allowed to mix with white people. Oh, I know the excuse is, they Want equal rights, but that is just NOT true, if it were they would work for equal rights with segregation since the whites do not want to mix with them. They have absolutely no pride in their race because they know and so does everybody else that nonsegregation eventually brings mongrelization. I should say they have NO pride period, since they are willing to use the police to force the mixing on somebody that absolutely does not want to associate with you is gall personified. What a difference in Negroes and Indians, that noble race don't want anything to do with white people. THEY HAVE PRIDE. MRS. J. MELVIN Delary Beach, Fla. You mention about the fear of non-segregation turning into mongrelization. Most of the states in this nation have definite statutes against intermarriage between the races We highly agree with this law. Wrat we want is simply equal protection and opportunities under the law as Americans. The record shows since the 1896 doctrine of separate but equal, was handed down by the Supreme Court, the states having legal segregation have woefully neglected giving the non-white citizens equal educational facilities. This is a matter of record and not opinion. Morever, you seem to overlook the opportunities that this recent decision gives to white people in the South. It will speed up the elimination of the racial issues from the political campaigns, thereby making it possible for the election of more competent public officials. It will increase the possibilities of white Southerners becoming president of the United States. You should also bear in mind the fact that the international situation made this decision unavoidable. Time will prove it was the wise and just thing to do. But, we are aware of the mental readjustment it will require. Sell The Supreme Court's Decision tag Letter to Editor Mr. Broadus has traveled the USA over much and seven foreign countries, also has served in the World's greatest war in defense of this nation and its way or freedom. He has seen his people both at work and at play. He has seen them treated like human beings and has seen them treated like human slaves He thinks the recent U. S. Supreme court's decision on racial segregation in public schools is justice on the highest level for both races. He knows the Negro is not only ready for the benefits thereof but have stood in readiness since slavery was abolished in 1863. Only a few years ago one of our race's great minds promulgated before he passed to the beyond. That the southern Negro and the southern white man have mutual good will and that there only remains the problem for the two races to build up a lasting understanding on a basis of equality under the law. Mr. Broadus thinks there is no better way than an integrated basis of scholastic education. Another great mind among us of today has said, "That he is an American Negro in Chrispus Attucks, Frederick Douglass, Booker T. Washington, Col. Chas. Young and Joe Louis also a hundred other Negro Americans of like degree." He says he is somebody Mr. Broadus thinks the bias and politically-minded white men who oppose the general welfare of the Negro badly needs an educational transfusion. Pump-priming, racebating and exploiting the race economically is out now, since the Supreme Court has spoken out. Those who have thrived with such tactics may as well fold up their tents like the Arabs and quietly creep away. For the race in the south no longer will wear the badge of "Second class Citizenship," but instead sell the recent Supreme Court decision to saneminded southern white folk. —H. Franklin. The Doctor Disagrees Copyright, 1963, by Elizabeth Seifert Distributed by King Features Syndicates Dr. Stephen Cart is about to leave his native Norfolk in the mid-west, for Army duty in the Pacific. He has arranged with his old friend Dr. Craig Talboy, a skilled physician to come to Norfolk Iron a distant city for the purpose of taking ever the Cart medical practice Talboy arrives and is warmly greeted by Cart and his graclous wife Shelly at dinner in their home. Shelly is struck by the dark handsome Talboy's dynamic force his charm and sense of humor and especially by his generally bad opinion of the medical profession as a whole. Fearfully she wonders whether her husband's patients will find this bluntly frank nonconformist, acceptable as their doctor. "WAS Dr. Talboy also just being —shocking—in what he said about the Medical association?" "Well," hedged Stephen, "they aren't the same." "Is he in bad trouble, Stephen? I mean, this losing his last job." "Not really bad trouble. The hospital asked for his resignation, as it had a right to do. There was perhaps a certain amount of smear which prevented his immediate placement elsewhere. That's the methods he claims the association uses to enforce its opinions, and protect its system, and as I said, his claims are constantly being borne out." "Has he promised to behave here?" "Certainly not!" Stephen laughed. "I haven't asked him for any such pledge. One, because he would have kicked me squarely in the teeth. Two, because I think a man like Talboy should he allowed to work no matter what he says of thinks. Nobody dinies his brilliance as a surgeon and as a diagnostician — and he should be judged on that basis alone. Shelly laid her cheek against his shoulder. "I'm glad you gave him the job, Stephen. I'm proud of you for doing it" "Well, I'm sorry for the guy And then, too—It isn't that I always agree with Craig. I don it. And I certainly deplore the hatenet methods he often uses. But—on, while I haven't the personal guts to be an out-and-out radical my self, I am glad to be able to offer a hand to a tree soul like Talboy. "You worked under him," didn't you?" "He was an instructor in medical school," Stephen agreed. "But he himself was still in training — as a resident—and moved on after a year. Incidentally, Craig's opinions on medical Schools are interesting. For one thing, he says that the only good schools are the ones who use the preceptor system. That's where the students of medicine," he went on thoughtfully, "quite early in their studies, begin to work along with practicing doctors. Wisconsin started it, several other schools now use the method, and it is successful. But there are also good medical schools which do not use it. "What is your stand?" "Luke a combination of both." "Can't you persuade Dr. Talboy... " "Don't need to. He likes both, too. But he seems to endorse the preceptor system alone, and his constant plugging for it improves the conical service of all the schools, it only through an effort to prove him wrong." "Is he that important? To the whole association?" He's a gadny. A mosquito doesn't look like much against a man but—" Shelly laughed softly. "The point is," said Stephen firmly, "Craig is a good doctor, and he should be allowed to work. He is a man of ideas, his fertile brain stirs up medical ideas as well as controversy." "Stephen," she said in a troubled tone, it Dr. Talboy is as good as you say, he won't be happy here in Norfolk, will he?" Stephen chuckled." I don't think there is anything," he said deeply, "that could surprise Talboy more than happiness." *** Shelly opened her eyes with three thoughts crowding into her mind. It had snowed, but the sun was shining. She must get some yellow cowers for the table against the wall pink did not give me right effect. And, the fourposter was entirely too wide for her alone. Then she reached her arm for the jangling telephone, it had better be for her! Harry should have answered it downstairs—he got no better as the days went by. "Hello? she said into the black mouthpiece. It was Miss Cobb, Stephen's office girl. Shelly squinted at the clock beside the bed. Nine exactly. It's quite all right, Miss Cobb. she said pleasantly. "I sleep too late', I'm afraid. I've got Into the habit of reading until all hours." Miss, Cobb's excited voice took over. She was, the gist of the matter went, quitting her job. She bad, in fact, already quit. She'd told Dr. Talboy so the evening before. But" this morning she'd got to thinking, and she realized that loyalty to Dr. Carr should make her tell the doctor's wife that she had quit—and why. "Did something happen Miss Cobb?" asked Shelly. "Oh, Mrs. " walled the voice on the other end of the line. Shelly sat on the side of the bed and dangled her feet. The voice went on for five solid minutes, incoherently Dabbling about Shelly's soft lips twisted. Yes, Craig Talboy probably was a "that-man" type for whom to work, what little Shelly had seen of him. Miss Cobb was going on and on — about all sorts of things. Waiting rooms, particularly. Lists—and appointments — and, on, a dozen things which meant nothing to Shelly. But she did understand that Miss Cobb Bad quit her job. She wad talking from her home—her father's home, "I like to work, Mrs. Carr. I like working for Dr. Stephen. But I don't have lo work, and I want you to know that nothing will make me go back into that office while that man—" "All right, Miss Cobb," said Shelly firmly. "I understand." She didn't, of course, but— "And thank you for calling me. I'll see you sometime soon." "You don't owe me any money, Mrs. Carr. I wrote my own check. And I mean to write to the doctor and explain." "Oh, no!" said Shelley, quickly. "We will not bother the doctor with our affairs and troubles here at home, Miss Cobb." "But—" "Well let him believe that things are going on as usual here. That's what I do when the water heater plays out—and, you know, little mishaps in the home—so I'd appreciate it if you wouldn't write to him that you'd left his office. There's the matter of morale, you Know." "Oh, yes, of course!" said the woman contritely. "I Just didn't think." SYNOPSIS Copyright, 1963, by Elizabeth Seifert Distributed by King Features Syndicates Dr. Stephen Cart is about to leave his native Norfolk in the mid-west, for Army duty in the Pacific. He has arranged with his old friend Dr. Craig Talboy, a skilled physician to come to Norfolk Iron a distant city for the purpose of taking ever the Cart medical practice Talboy arrives and is warmly greeted by Cart and his graclous wife Shelly at dinner in their home. Shelly is struck by the dark handsome Talboy's dynamic force his charm and sense of humor and especially by his generally bad opinion of the medical profession as a whole. Fearfully she wonders whether her husband's patients will find this bluntly frank nonconformist, acceptable as their doctor. "WAS Dr. Talboy also just being —shocking—in what he said about the Medical association?" "Well," hedged Stephen, "they aren't the same." "Is he in bad trouble, Stephen? I mean, this losing his last job." "Not really bad trouble. The hospital asked for his resignation, as it had a right to do. There was perhaps a certain amount of smear which prevented his immediate placement elsewhere. That's the methods he claims the association uses to enforce its opinions, and protect its system, and as I said, his claims are constantly being borne out." "Has he promised to behave here?" "Certainly not!" Stephen laughed. "I haven't asked him for any such pledge. One, because he would have kicked me squarely in the teeth. Two, because I think a man like Talboy should he allowed to work no matter what he says of thinks. Nobody dinies his brilliance as a surgeon and as a diagnostician — and he should be judged on that basis alone. Shelly laid her cheek against his shoulder. "I'm glad you gave him the job, Stephen. I'm proud of you for doing it" "Well, I'm sorry for the guy And then, too—It isn't that I always agree with Craig. I don it. And I certainly deplore the hatenet methods he often uses. But—on, while I haven't the personal guts to be an out-and-out radical my self, I am glad to be able to offer a hand to a tree soul like Talboy. "You worked under him," didn't you?" "He was an instructor in medical school," Stephen agreed. "But he himself was still in training — as a resident—and moved on after a year. Incidentally, Craig's opinions on medical Schools are interesting. For one thing, he says that the only good schools are the ones who use the preceptor system. That's where the students of medicine," he went on thoughtfully, "quite early in their studies, begin to work along with practicing doctors. Wisconsin started it, several other schools now use the method, and it is successful. But there are also good medical schools which do not use it. "What is your stand?" "Luke a combination of both." "Can't you persuade Dr. Talboy... " "Don't need to. He likes both, too. But he seems to endorse the preceptor system alone, and his constant plugging for it improves the conical service of all the schools, it only through an effort to prove him wrong." "Is he that important? To the whole association?" He's a gadny. A mosquito doesn't look like much against a man but—" Shelly laughed softly. "The point is," said Stephen firmly, "Craig is a good doctor, and he should be allowed to work. He is a man of ideas, his fertile brain stirs up medical ideas as well as controversy." "Stephen," she said in a troubled tone, it Dr. Talboy is as good as you say, he won't be happy here in Norfolk, will he?" Stephen chuckled." I don't think there is anything," he said deeply, "that could surprise Talboy more than happiness." *** Shelly opened her eyes with three thoughts crowding into her mind. It had snowed, but the sun was shining. She must get some yellow cowers for the table against the wall pink did not give me right effect. And, the fourposter was entirely too wide for her alone. Then she reached her arm for the jangling telephone, it had better be for her! Harry should have answered it downstairs—he got no better as the days went by. "Hello? she said into the black mouthpiece. It was Miss Cobb, Stephen's office girl. Shelly squinted at the clock beside the bed. Nine exactly. It's quite all right, Miss Cobb. she said pleasantly. "I sleep too late', I'm afraid. I've got Into the habit of reading until all hours." Miss, Cobb's excited voice took over. She was, the gist of the matter went, quitting her job. She bad, in fact, already quit. She'd told Dr. Talboy so the evening before. But" this morning she'd got to thinking, and she realized that loyalty to Dr. Carr should make her tell the doctor's wife that she had quit—and why. "Did something happen Miss Cobb?" asked Shelly. "Oh, Mrs. " walled the voice on the other end of the line. Shelly sat on the side of the bed and dangled her feet. The voice went on for five solid minutes, incoherently Dabbling about Shelly's soft lips twisted. Yes, Craig Talboy probably was a "that-man" type for whom to work, what little Shelly had seen of him. Miss Cobb was going on and on — about all sorts of things. Waiting rooms, particularly. Lists—and appointments — and, on, a dozen things which meant nothing to Shelly. But she did understand that Miss Cobb Bad quit her job. She wad talking from her home—her father's home, "I like to work, Mrs. Carr. I like working for Dr. Stephen. But I don't have lo work, and I want you to know that nothing will make me go back into that office while that man—" "All right, Miss Cobb," said Shelly firmly. "I understand." She didn't, of course, but— "And thank you for calling me. I'll see you sometime soon." "You don't owe me any money, Mrs. Carr. I wrote my own check. And I mean to write to the doctor and explain." "Oh, no!" said Shelley, quickly. "We will not bother the doctor with our affairs and troubles here at home, Miss Cobb." "But—" "Well let him believe that things are going on as usual here. That's what I do when the water heater plays out—and, you know, little mishaps in the home—so I'd appreciate it if you wouldn't write to him that you'd left his office. There's the matter of morale, you Know." "Oh, yes, of course!" said the woman contritely. "I Just didn't think." CHAPTER EIGHT Copyright, 1963, by Elizabeth Seifert Distributed by King Features Syndicates Dr. Stephen Cart is about to leave his native Norfolk in the mid-west, for Army duty in the Pacific. He has arranged with his old friend Dr. Craig Talboy, a skilled physician to come to Norfolk Iron a distant city for the purpose of taking ever the Cart medical practice Talboy arrives and is warmly greeted by Cart and his graclous wife Shelly at dinner in their home. Shelly is struck by the dark handsome Talboy's dynamic force his charm and sense of humor and especially by his generally bad opinion of the medical profession as a whole. Fearfully she wonders whether her husband's patients will find this bluntly frank nonconformist, acceptable as their doctor. "WAS Dr. Talboy also just being —shocking—in what he said about the Medical association?" "Well," hedged Stephen, "they aren't the same." "Is he in bad trouble, Stephen? I mean, this losing his last job." "Not really bad trouble. The hospital asked for his resignation, as it had a right to do. There was perhaps a certain amount of smear which prevented his immediate placement elsewhere. That's the methods he claims the association uses to enforce its opinions, and protect its system, and as I said, his claims are constantly being borne out." "Has he promised to behave here?" "Certainly not!" Stephen laughed. "I haven't asked him for any such pledge. One, because he would have kicked me squarely in the teeth. Two, because I think a man like Talboy should he allowed to work no matter what he says of thinks. Nobody dinies his brilliance as a surgeon and as a diagnostician — and he should be judged on that basis alone. Shelly laid her cheek against his shoulder. "I'm glad you gave him the job, Stephen. I'm proud of you for doing it" "Well, I'm sorry for the guy And then, too—It isn't that I always agree with Craig. I don it. And I certainly deplore the hatenet methods he often uses. But—on, while I haven't the personal guts to be an out-and-out radical my self, I am glad to be able to offer a hand to a tree soul like Talboy. "You worked under him," didn't you?" "He was an instructor in medical school," Stephen agreed. "But he himself was still in training — as a resident—and moved on after a year. Incidentally, Craig's opinions on medical Schools are interesting. For one thing, he says that the only good schools are the ones who use the preceptor system. That's where the students of medicine," he went on thoughtfully, "quite early in their studies, begin to work along with practicing doctors. Wisconsin started it, several other schools now use the method, and it is successful. But there are also good medical schools which do not use it. "What is your stand?" "Luke a combination of both." "Can't you persuade Dr. Talboy... " "Don't need to. He likes both, too. But he seems to endorse the preceptor system alone, and his constant plugging for it improves the conical service of all the schools, it only through an effort to prove him wrong." "Is he that important? To the whole association?" He's a gadny. A mosquito doesn't look like much against a man but—" Shelly laughed softly. "The point is," said Stephen firmly, "Craig is a good doctor, and he should be allowed to work. He is a man of ideas, his fertile brain stirs up medical ideas as well as controversy." "Stephen," she said in a troubled tone, it Dr. Talboy is as good as you say, he won't be happy here in Norfolk, will he?" Stephen chuckled." I don't think there is anything," he said deeply, "that could surprise Talboy more than happiness." *** Shelly opened her eyes with three thoughts crowding into her mind. It had snowed, but the sun was shining. She must get some yellow cowers for the table against the wall pink did not give me right effect. And, the fourposter was entirely too wide for her alone. Then she reached her arm for the jangling telephone, it had better be for her! Harry should have answered it downstairs—he got no better as the days went by. "Hello? she said into the black mouthpiece. It was Miss Cobb, Stephen's office girl. Shelly squinted at the clock beside the bed. Nine exactly. It's quite all right, Miss Cobb. she said pleasantly. "I sleep too late', I'm afraid. I've got Into the habit of reading until all hours." Miss, Cobb's excited voice took over. She was, the gist of the matter went, quitting her job. She bad, in fact, already quit. She'd told Dr. Talboy so the evening before. But" this morning she'd got to thinking, and she realized that loyalty to Dr. Carr should make her tell the doctor's wife that she had quit—and why. "Did something happen Miss Cobb?" asked Shelly. "Oh, Mrs. " walled the voice on the other end of the line. Shelly sat on the side of the bed and dangled her feet. The voice went on for five solid minutes, incoherently Dabbling about Shelly's soft lips twisted. Yes, Craig Talboy probably was a "that-man" type for whom to work, what little Shelly had seen of him. Miss Cobb was going on and on — about all sorts of things. Waiting rooms, particularly. Lists—and appointments — and, on, a dozen things which meant nothing to Shelly. But she did understand that Miss Cobb Bad quit her job. She wad talking from her home—her father's home, "I like to work, Mrs. Carr. I like working for Dr. Stephen. But I don't have lo work, and I want you to know that nothing will make me go back into that office while that man—" "All right, Miss Cobb," said Shelly firmly. "I understand." She didn't, of course, but— "And thank you for calling me. I'll see you sometime soon." "You don't owe me any money, Mrs. Carr. I wrote my own check. And I mean to write to the doctor and explain." "Oh, no!" said Shelley, quickly. "We will not bother the doctor with our affairs and troubles here at home, Miss Cobb." "But—" "Well let him believe that things are going on as usual here. That's what I do when the water heater plays out—and, you know, little mishaps in the home—so I'd appreciate it if you wouldn't write to him that you'd left his office. There's the matter of morale, you Know." "Oh, yes, of course!" said the woman contritely. "I Just didn't think." POLITICAL ACTION Will the Negro ever forget that immediately after slavery he was told 'Politics is dirty, don't bother about politics. I will take care of that for you. That apparently had its effect on the general Negro public educated or uneducated. It is true that every where political privileges have been abused by means of selfish people. Politics only mean "policy"; if a policy is formed by which we should be governed, we should help to organize and formulate it. There must be intelligent and unselfish directions in politics. The community will have to learn the hard way, by experience which is long and drawn out. That is the plight of this whole community, white and colored. The state has recently emerged from a poll tax system which kept the percentage of the vote small. Taxation without representation is one of the items that created strife between the American colonies and England and taxation with representation has not rested well on the minds of the thinking Negro throughout the nation. The Negro is not happy and satisfied with his lot, the true road to satisfaction is the ballot. As one labor union has said, reward your friends and punish your enemies. At this time, candidates for office have forgotten that poll tax days are gone, they take us for granted because so often we act like fools. It is probable that we are taken for granted with justification because of our general conduct. The candidates for office who are saving they are against the decision of the Supreme Court of the United States, they are in favor of segregation as it is, they forgot that there are almost as many Negro Voters in Tennessee as there are white voters. Now is the time for the Negro to vote against all the candidates who are so vocal and anxious to deny him of his constitutional rights and the next candidates will have more respect for the Negro voters. Integration will come and there is nothing that can stop it. By integration, I mean equality generally, job equality accordingly. The Negro should have his share of public jobs, positions with the State, County. City and Federal government. Not according to his race and color, but according to his ability to do the job his preparation calls for. If the government will lead, private industry will follow. We have an inherent right to our share of governmental jobs and through a sense of justice industry may follow. There are many rights and privileges Negroes should enjoy along with others, not only the right to earn a living, the right to operate a business enterprise, but the right to be free and enjoy civil rights to the fullest extent. All public accommodations paid for out of public funds should be at the disposal of all American citizens, that is not only constitutionally correct, but it is the law of the land. Each citizen is entitled to equal protection of the law and that includes the Negro. The Negro must do something about his situation and circumstances... WHAT CAN HE DO? First of all he can be a good and unselfish citizen, become familiar with his local and national government influence, those contacted, they will influence others. The correct influence on others is what will count, that is unselfish influence. Influence that will bring nothing to the person acting; the benefit which the community gets should be enough to make one feel that his life is not only rich but that it is worthwhile. "Learn and teach" should be the slogan of the Negro. It is true that we have too many trying to teach who have not learned. A few years ago some of the older folks talked about honesty, integrity, morality and self-respect. We must rededicate ourselves to these high and lofty principles so that we can serve with more certain effectiveness and get more out of life. Let us indulge fully and intelligently in every political opportunty. CHAS. H. FISHER, JR. Veterans Corner Here are authoritative answers from the Veterans Administration to four questions of interest to former servicemen and their families: Q. Does the August 20, 1954' dead line for starting training under the Korean GI Bill apply to all postKorea veterans? Q. I'm a disabled Korean veteran in training under Public Law 16. I'm also eligible for Korea GJ Bill training. I expect to finish my Public Law 16 training some time after August 20, my deadline for starting Korea GI training. Will I be able to gat Korea GI Bill training benefits, even though my cut-off date will have passed? Q. I'm a Korean veteran and I was separated from service before August 20. 1952. Later I went back into service, and I've just been separated again. Will I have to start Korea GI training before August, 20 of this year? Q. I started Korea GI Bill training this past fail. Because of summer vacation, it won't be possible I for me to be in training on the August 20 deadline date. Does that mean I won't, be permitted to go ahead with my studies later? Segregated Parks May Stay in Louisville Segregation in public parks will continue here for some tune to come, Mayor Broaddus told a delegation of NAACP members last week. "We don't intend to change our regulations in the parks until—I don't know when," the mayor said. "Right now we are marking time until the Supreme Court decision, becomes final and all its ramifications become known." Broaddus had reference to the recent high court ruling outlawing segregation in public schools. The Supreme court, at that time, invited the attorneys general of the various states to Washington in October of help formulate ways and means of integrating the schools. There presently is a suit pending before the Kentucky Court of Appeals challenging the city's parksegregation policy. The U. S. Supreme court has ruled that a public owned, but privately leased, theatre in Louisville cannot bar Negroes. Segregation in parks was officially established in 1928 by the old board of park commissioners. This policy was continued when the board was replaced by the present Department of Parks and Recreation in 1942. Representing the local NAACP at last peak's meeting with the major were George T. Cordery, president of the NAACP; Lyman T. Johnson lames A. Crumlin, Jesse H. Lawrence and Dr. Maurice P. Rabb. Bar Group Still Denies Negroes Membership Members of the Wyandotte County Bar Association here voted last week to retain the ban against Negro lawyers and women, attorneys. A group of lawyers endeavored to have the organization change "male white" qualification for membership. The final secretballot was 21 for and 20 against. A two-thirds vote would have been necessary to drop the racial bar. A state senator and former county attorney was foremost in the drive to get Negroes and women into the body. All other bar associations in the state accept Negro members and in some they not only hold membership but committee posts and offices. Three elective officials, all Negroes are kept from membership in the bar organization: Judge A. B. Howard of city court; Cordell p. Meeks, one of three county commissioners to run the county and Myles C. Stevens, lawmaker in the legislature from Wyandotte county. Other efforts to integrate the group have failed. There was no discussion from the floor on the matter. The matter may come up again at the September meeting. Negro lawyers were disappointed to the adverse action taken by the white lawyers in view of the U. S. Supreme Court decision banning. REVIEWING THE NIWS BY WILLIAM GORDON Managing Editor, Atlanta Daily World It was a delightful experience meeting a young couple whose interests rah similar to my own. We had been chatting for only a short while when the young wife broke in and said: "It is so refreshing meeting someone from the South who least understands the problem involving many of us white folk." I was puzzled at the sudden shift in conversation, but waited a see what was coming next. The husband, like, many of us frequently do when the wife is around, remained quiet for tear of later reprisals. When she continued, she said: "We got a chance to spend a year in. Europe, but while there, most of our time was spoiled making apologies." At this point, he husband tried to break into the conversation, but again the wife took the initiative and continued to talk. "We spent most of our vacation in Europe apologizing for politicians, many of whom still howl to the four winds on the American race problem." When the husband did finally get a word in, he reiterated everything his wife had said and added: "This was the first time we got the chance to learn how bad our relations are abroad regarding minority problems." They were dead serious in their convictions. These were young Americans, deeply interested in the welfare of their country and were not so blinded with the color problem that they could riot view the situation in light of practicalities. These people, like many other whites, had pinched and saved for years to get a trip abroad and they didn't go there to spend their time talking about the treatment of Negroes in America. But there was no escape route. Before we said goodbye, the couple wanted to get some idea as to a solution to the problem, and some help in tracing its source. My reply of course, went back to the ranting politician. Ever since the days of Calhoun, it has been an unfortunate trend in American politics, for the bigot rather than the statesman, to get the reins of leadership. Because of this, America has reaped untold damages in goodwill and prestige. They use the race issue as a stepping stone to political domination, notwithstanding the fact that they enslave the white man as well as the Negro with their methods of demagogery. Instead of practical issues, the souls of poor white folk are stirred to high-pitched emotions. The results have been obvious. They have either erupted in lynchings, police brutality or down-right hatred for people who have never committed or had a desire to "fight white people. Whatever feeling or hatred generated between the two races can be traced directly to the politician who sets himself as a "God" to dictate the standards of human beings. When I finally went my way and left this fine young white Southern couple alone to think over their problem, my soul immediately became filled with sorrow, not hate, for that confused segment of white people who have become the victims of their own heritage. I know that millions of these people are God-fearing and decent individuals who want to do the right thing, but by force, are being led down the round road to condemnation. Their problem, not ours, has become a touchy, and complex one. Unfortunately their souls are being tormented for something for which they are not directly responsible. The Souls Of White Folk BY WILLIAM GORDON Managing Editor, Atlanta Daily World It was a delightful experience meeting a young couple whose interests rah similar to my own. We had been chatting for only a short while when the young wife broke in and said: "It is so refreshing meeting someone from the South who least understands the problem involving many of us white folk." I was puzzled at the sudden shift in conversation, but waited a see what was coming next. The husband, like, many of us frequently do when the wife is around, remained quiet for tear of later reprisals. When she continued, she said: "We got a chance to spend a year in. Europe, but while there, most of our time was spoiled making apologies." At this point, he husband tried to break into the conversation, but again the wife took the initiative and continued to talk. "We spent most of our vacation in Europe apologizing for politicians, many of whom still howl to the four winds on the American race problem." When the husband did finally get a word in, he reiterated everything his wife had said and added: "This was the first time we got the chance to learn how bad our relations are abroad regarding minority problems." They were dead serious in their convictions. These were young Americans, deeply interested in the welfare of their country and were not so blinded with the color problem that they could riot view the situation in light of practicalities. These people, like many other whites, had pinched and saved for years to get a trip abroad and they didn't go there to spend their time talking about the treatment of Negroes in America. But there was no escape route. Before we said goodbye, the couple wanted to get some idea as to a solution to the problem, and some help in tracing its source. My reply of course, went back to the ranting politician. Ever since the days of Calhoun, it has been an unfortunate trend in American politics, for the bigot rather than the statesman, to get the reins of leadership. Because of this, America has reaped untold damages in goodwill and prestige. They use the race issue as a stepping stone to political domination, notwithstanding the fact that they enslave the white man as well as the Negro with their methods of demagogery. Instead of practical issues, the souls of poor white folk are stirred to high-pitched emotions. The results have been obvious. They have either erupted in lynchings, police brutality or down-right hatred for people who have never committed or had a desire to "fight white people. Whatever feeling or hatred generated between the two races can be traced directly to the politician who sets himself as a "God" to dictate the standards of human beings. When I finally went my way and left this fine young white Southern couple alone to think over their problem, my soul immediately became filled with sorrow, not hate, for that confused segment of white people who have become the victims of their own heritage. I know that millions of these people are God-fearing and decent individuals who want to do the right thing, but by force, are being led down the round road to condemnation. Their problem, not ours, has become a touchy, and complex one. Unfortunately their souls are being tormented for something for which they are not directly responsible. MY WEEKLY SERMON REV. BLAIR T. HUNT, PASTOR MISSISSIPPI BLVD. CHRISTIAN CHURCH. MEMPHIS TEXT: "God, having of old time spoken unto the fathers in the prophets by divers manners, hath at the end of these days spoken unto us in his Son who is the very image of his substance."—Hebrews 1:1-3. Shadows are fascinating, bewitching, charming, frightening and pregnant. Shadows are the other side of light where ever light goes, the sable shadows go. They are clouds on earth. Shadows tell us there is more than what we see. Shadows are symbols of the beyond. Where there is a shadow there is substance beyond, and beyond that substance there is light. We live in a world where shadows and dreams come true. "The institution is but the lengthened shadow of a man." Our experiences are shadows on the wall of time, they point to enduring realities, realities, "when the ransomed of the Lord shall return and sorrow and sighing shall flee away." We can't escape shadows. Our lives are made up of shadows, members, and hopes. The Old Testament is a book of shadows in the promise that the need of the woman shall bruise the serpent's head... That shadow, that promise travels through lawriver, king and prophet. That shadow, that promise unfolds. We see wise men following the shadow of a brilliant star, we see humble shepherds listening to heavenly music, we see the manger cradled babe of Bethlehem. On Calvary we see the shadow unfolded... the serpent's head was bruised. The shadow of the Cross leans forward to a glorious consumation. "When he shall deliver up the Kingdom of God" that is the substance, all else is shadow. The greatest minds, the purest hearts, the noblest souls are b shadows of Christ. You humble, obscure Christians are but shadows, feeble images of Christ. The shepherds psalmist wrote: "Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil." The shadow of death is the sweet herald of eternal light and that light is Jesus Christ. It is dark in the valley, nothing but shadows, but, these frightening shadows proclaim there is substance, there is light beyond... for the day shall break and the shadows flee away. "Shadows... no need for shadows, when at last we lay our burdens down. "Shadows... No need of shadows, when at last we gain the victor's crown." Yes, the there are shadows in this vale of tears... Fear not for there is a light beyond. Truly shadows are the underside of light. Where there is a shadow beyond the shadow there is true substance and a shining light. A shadow is a symbol of something beyond... some day we will see what lies on the other side of things unseen but heralded by shadows. SHADOWS REV. BLAIR T. HUNT, PASTOR MISSISSIPPI BLVD. CHRISTIAN CHURCH. MEMPHIS TEXT: "God, having of old time spoken unto the fathers in the prophets by divers manners, hath at the end of these days spoken unto us in his Son who is the very image of his substance."—Hebrews 1:1-3. Shadows are fascinating, bewitching, charming, frightening and pregnant. Shadows are the other side of light where ever light goes, the sable shadows go. They are clouds on earth. Shadows tell us there is more than what we see. Shadows are symbols of the beyond. Where there is a shadow there is substance beyond, and beyond that substance there is light. We live in a world where shadows and dreams come true. "The institution is but the lengthened shadow of a man." Our experiences are shadows on the wall of time, they point to enduring realities, realities, "when the ransomed of the Lord shall return and sorrow and sighing shall flee away." We can't escape shadows. Our lives are made up of shadows, members, and hopes. The Old Testament is a book of shadows in the promise that the need of the woman shall bruise the serpent's head... That shadow, that promise travels through lawriver, king and prophet. That shadow, that promise unfolds. We see wise men following the shadow of a brilliant star, we see humble shepherds listening to heavenly music, we see the manger cradled babe of Bethlehem. On Calvary we see the shadow unfolded... the serpent's head was bruised. The shadow of the Cross leans forward to a glorious consumation. "When he shall deliver up the Kingdom of God" that is the substance, all else is shadow. The greatest minds, the purest hearts, the noblest souls are b shadows of Christ. You humble, obscure Christians are but shadows, feeble images of Christ. The shepherds psalmist wrote: "Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil." The shadow of death is the sweet herald of eternal light and that light is Jesus Christ. It is dark in the valley, nothing but shadows, but, these frightening shadows proclaim there is substance, there is light beyond... for the day shall break and the shadows flee away. "Shadows... no need for shadows, when at last we lay our burdens down. "Shadows... No need of shadows, when at last we gain the victor's crown." Yes, the there are shadows in this vale of tears... Fear not for there is a light beyond. Truly shadows are the underside of light. Where there is a shadow beyond the shadow there is true substance and a shining light. A shadow is a symbol of something beyond... some day we will see what lies on the other side of things unseen but heralded by shadows. Promotions Given Faculty Members The promotion of three faculty members was announced this week by President Martin D. Jenkins of Morgan State College. Promoted were: Dr. Nathaniel K. Proctor, from associate professor of biology to full professor; Dr. Charles W. stalling from assistant professor art to associae professor and Richard A. Long, from instructor in English to assistant professor. Tenn. State ed that the utilization, of these techniques will result in the accumulation of significant data concerning the ultimate nature of cosmic radiation. With a major interest in cosmic rays, the young physicist is in the process of assembling equipment and materials to do extensive research in this Held at Tennessee State. He will return to his work at the university in September. The son of Dr. and Mrs. R. A. Ellis, of Kansas City, Mo., Dr. Ellis received his undergraduate degree from Fisk University with honors, holds the master's from Yale, and earned the doctorate at the State University of Iowa. He is a member of Sigma XI and the American Physical Society. The physical Review: has carried articles written by him on cosmic rays.