Memphis World
Memphis World Publishing Co.
1954-06-15
Mrs. Rosa Brown Bracy

MEMPHIS WORLD
AMERICAN'S STANDARD RACE JOURNAL
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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.