Memphis World Memphis World Publishing Co. 1957-11-20 Thaddeus T. Stokes MEMPHIS WORLD AMERICA'S STANDARD RACE JOURNAL The South's Oldest and Leading Colored Semi-Weekly Newspapers Published by MEMPHIS WORLD PUBLISHING CO. Every WEDNESDAY and SATURDAY at 564 BEALE — Phone JA. 6-4030 Member of SCOTT NEWSPAPER SYNDICATE W. A. Scott, II, Founder; C. A. Scott, General Manager Entered in the Post Office at Memphis, Tenn. as second-class mail under the Act of Congress, March 1, 1870 THADDEUS T. STOKES Managing Editor SMITH FLEMING Circulation Manager SUBSCRIPTION RATES: Year $5.00 — 6 Months $3.00 — 3 Months $1.25 (In Advance) The MEMPHIS WORLD is 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 thing against the interest of its readers. Who Fails Himself, Fails His Community This piece is taken from a leaf insisting the survival of our American principles and ideals. The whole world attests that we have something worth saving, a free country designed for free men upon the tradition of freedom. In that, every citizen has a moral obligation he cannot shirk—the keeping of this land a free land. A simple obligation is incumbent upon every citizen to keep his voting franchise above question. The citizen who fails himself, fails his country and is equally as guilty in his own conscience as the man who lies to himself. We are in a great era; we have come a long way up the road; we have been cast out in the old fields of ruin and disfranchisement; we have come back a stronger and braver people. Notwithstanding the fact, those who robbed us of the ballot kept coming back to take our privilege by piecemeal and subterfuge, we did not lie down and weep. We kept coming back. Shortly after the ballot was restored to our group, those who started out to defeat us, used the challenge methods as a "decent" way to take away the franchise of a free people. For a time it worked in a single stroke Negroes were swept from the voting lists by the thousands in several states. Restrictive primary electron's based on race have been dedared unconstitutional. The congress has recently passed a Civil Rights law which further protects the rights of, all-Americans to vote. President Eisenhower has named a six-man commission to help implement that law. We have now greater protection of our right to vote than at any previous time in the history of this nation. It is appropriate that the national leaders of the NAACP, along with representatives of that organization in the Southern region are meeting in Atlanta this weekend to discuss means of getting more of our people to qualify to vote. We recognize that is not the policy of the NAACP to permit its officials to inject that organization into partisan politics. And this is wise and correct. But the getting of more voters is the need of the hour. We commend the NAACP for its program of enlightening the people of the importance of the ballot and we remind the people that they must be constantly mindful of seeing that this voting power is never allowed to be misused. The people have the duty and responsibility, to always seek as representatives to head our local organizations the most responsible and able leadership that is available. The opposition to our advancement has always sought to divide our leadership. It has sought to influence some of our leaders to lead the people off on tangents where the effect of our votes is neutralized or wasted on candidates who do not have a chance to Win. We must guard against this type of leadership. Without this caution our cause is lost, because as fast as We accumulate additional voting strength, it will be neutralized or diverted on tangent candidates. A GIANT STEP — The Blossums, a teenage girl quartet hailing from the Southwest, have recently signed a new, exclusive reocrding contract with Capitol Their first single record currently in release is "Move On." with "He Promised Me" on the flip side. WISHING WELL Registered U. S. Patent Office. HERE is a pleasant little game that will give you a message every day. It is a numerical puzzle designed to spell out your fortune. Count the litters in your first name. If the number of letters is 6 or more, subtract 4. It the number is less than 6, add 3. The result is your key number. Start at the upper left-hand corner of the rectangle and check every one of your key numbers, left to right. Then read the message the letters under the checked figures give you. Elks To ny Roe. Memphis State U. Gwendolyn Stinson, Wilberforce U.; Lafayette Williams, Moerhouse; Venita L. Mazeke, Tuskegee; Ralph Whims, Sir George Williams College'; Don L. Clark, Morehouse; Raleigh Davenport, Yale; Helaine Hodges, Cheyney State; Barbara J. Loachart, Spelman; Ardelia Purnell, Cheyney; Alexander Perkins, East School of Music; Gayle Hueston, American U.; Sondra A. White, Howard U.; Nancy Monroe, Wayne U: Jane T. Norman, Iowa State Teachers: Wilmetta, West, Princess Anne College; Lavonne Ingraham, U. of Colorado; Barbara Baylor, Ohio State; Henry R, Williams; U. of Cincinnati; Rea Carson, Howard U.; Catherine Repass, Temple Ui; Gwindell D. D. Bradley. Tuskegee; Robert E. Cain, Tennessee A&I State U.; Leona Jackson, Fresno State College; Margaret Anne Patterson, V. of North Carolina.; Slephen B. Cohen, Howard U.; Geraldine Ceasar. Savannah State College; Jules Farmer, Creighton U.; Maxine Baker, Briar. Cliff; Jerome Crooms, Creighton U.; Spencer Jourdain, Harvard U.; Lynn Thompson, Tenn. A&I State U.; Gordon E. McCarley, U. of Buffalo; Gwendolyn Lamar, Fisk U.; Ernest McEwen Jr., Wayne State U.; and Charline Conyers. New York U. New Albany well as serving six years as a presiding elder of the Tupelo C. M. E. District; dean of the State Leadership Training School of Leadership. Education for eight years; vicepresident of the National Youth Conference four years; and member of the Joint Department of Evangelism of the National Council of Churches of Christ in America. He has been, a trustee board member of Mississippi Industrial College eight years. He maintains his church membership at Collins Chapel in Memphis, Tenn. Rev. Tolbert is reported to have been the first Negro notary public in his state. "However, my license has been revoked by the state governor. It is another attempt to cowrote me into leaving Mississippi. I wrote Governor Coleman about what a small thing for a governor to do." He said he once received a telephone call from a mob at the court house which requested him to come to the court house and vindicate himself. "I refused to go. I told them if they wanted to see me they would have to come to my home." During World War II he served as advisor to the local draft board. He also received a citation for his achievements in the National War Fund Drive. Rev. Tolbert's wife, Ossie Adleight, whom he married 25 years ago, worked as his business manager and secretary until ill health forced her to retire several years ago. Prior she had taught in the public school system about three years. They have no children. Rev. Tolbert said, "Don't misunderstand me. This is a cold war. However, I believe that even though justice is not meted out fairly by all people in the South, there are many of the better thinking people of both races who can gradually work out solutions, for problems by education, religion and business relations. We must seek to understand each other." Mississippi Sheriff about him missing. Sheriff Robert Jernigan of Pickens County in Alabama said Herron told him he drove Bradford to Columbus from pontotoc while going through Pontotoc on the day he was missing. Herron, according to the sheriff, gave Bradford a job on his farm. After the newspaper story, according to Herron, he drove Bradford to Columbus, bought a sus ticket to Pontotoc for him and gave him $4. Sheriff Hembree and Mississippi highway officers drove Bradford to Columbus and to her surrounding towns in an attempt to have him point out the house he said he lived at during his absence, but he was unable to do so, said the sheriff, The sheriff said it was difficult to obtain much information from Bradford because "I think he is a little retarded and has a poor educational background." The lad was in the fourth grade. The principal at the school here he attends infrequently said he did not think the boy was mentally retarded but simply had not been given a chance to attend school regularly. Sheriff Hembree said. "I am not satisfied with this investigation I'm going to continue to investigate some other things which could be connected." He said the youngster's mother did know, not as much about his absence as he know, nor his sister Mrs. Fannie M. Walker, from whose home he disappeared. Last week it was widely rumored that local "bootleggers had a hand in the boy's absence." MY COUGH IS GONE! For fast relief for coughs following colds or flu do as I did. Take Creomulsion Cough Syrup at once. Creomulsion stops the tickle, soothes irritation and helps you to breathe more freely. And all without any bad after effects. For quick cough comfort get— SEEING and SAYING BY WILLIAM A FOWLKES Managing Editor — Atlanta Daily World IN THE EYES OF many Southerners, all Negro-men look like "boys," all Negro women like "girls." However, these designed points of view are proving most detrimental to America's desired position of world leadership. THE PERSON who answered; was a Negro escort-aide of the U. S. Department of State. Among this entourage were two Nigerian chiefs and three Nigerian "mallams," or learned men, teachers and government officers. They were insulted. This "cut" at being dubbed "boys" sank more deeply because their, very mission to America was intended by the State Department to improve our position in this changing, shaky world. The State Department is trying desperately to influence the "uncommitted" nations, including millions of colored-people, to be on our side against the communists. ALMOST EVERY DAY the foreign visitors are coming to see the American sideshow. And, because "rights" and "self-expression" are foremost in the liberty conception and determind= tion of all men today, the visitors are most interested in the citizenship lot of the American Negro, they are fascinated by the machines, but awed by the machinations of political prejudice and racial intolerance in the United States. Seeing America's Sideshow... BY WILLIAM A FOWLKES Managing Editor — Atlanta Daily World IN THE EYES OF many Southerners, all Negro-men look like "boys," all Negro women like "girls." However, these designed points of view are proving most detrimental to America's desired position of world leadership. THE PERSON who answered; was a Negro escort-aide of the U. S. Department of State. Among this entourage were two Nigerian chiefs and three Nigerian "mallams," or learned men, teachers and government officers. They were insulted. This "cut" at being dubbed "boys" sank more deeply because their, very mission to America was intended by the State Department to improve our position in this changing, shaky world. The State Department is trying desperately to influence the "uncommitted" nations, including millions of colored-people, to be on our side against the communists. ALMOST EVERY DAY the foreign visitors are coming to see the American sideshow. And, because "rights" and "self-expression" are foremost in the liberty conception and determind= tion of all men today, the visitors are most interested in the citizenship lot of the American Negro, they are fascinated by the machines, but awed by the machinations of political prejudice and racial intolerance in the United States. Nothing New Turned Up By Virginia Racial Activity Probe The Thomson Committee, on Racial Activities in Virginia turned up nothing new in its 21-page report of its star chamber proceedings designed to stop court action to compel compliance with the Supreme Court decision against segregated public schools. The worst the committee could say of the conduct of attorneys for the NAACP was that the manner in which they obtained clients in school desegregation lawsuits was "reprehensible." It also said it believed that the NAACP Legal Defense and Educational Fund, Inc., and the NAACP both New York corporation, and the Virginia State Conference of NAACP Branches, an unauthorized ed association, "are now and have been engaged in the unauthorized practice of the law." Information in the files of the committee, the report stated, will be referred to various committees of the Virginia State bar. Leslie Hall of Alexandria, chief counsel for the committee, said the material wil be given to the bar's Grievance Committee and Committee on Unauthorized. Practice of Law. NAACP attorneys were unavailable Tuesday for comment, but informed sources expressed doubt that the committee's findings were sufficient for any action to be taken against the NAACP and its affiliate or Virginia attorneys who have represented plaintiffs in suits to compel school desegregation. The Thomas Committee gets its short title from James M. Thomson an Alexandria lawyer and member of the Virginia House of Delegates. He is dyed in the Wool segresationist. Appearing on a television program, city Side, over WTOP-TV in Washington, D. C. Thomson, when pressed for his reasons as to why he was prejudiced against colored people, could only say that was the way he felt in his heart. The committee held hearings behind closed doors in Richmond, Farmville, Nerfolk and Arlington. About 100 witnesses testified. Some Witnesses against witnessis being held/behind locked doors until arter they INSUFFICIENT FOR ACTION The Thomson Committee, on Racial Activities in Virginia turned up nothing new in its 21-page report of its star chamber proceedings designed to stop court action to compel compliance with the Supreme Court decision against segregated public schools. The worst the committee could say of the conduct of attorneys for the NAACP was that the manner in which they obtained clients in school desegregation lawsuits was "reprehensible." It also said it believed that the NAACP Legal Defense and Educational Fund, Inc., and the NAACP both New York corporation, and the Virginia State Conference of NAACP Branches, an unauthorized ed association, "are now and have been engaged in the unauthorized practice of the law." Information in the files of the committee, the report stated, will be referred to various committees of the Virginia State bar. Leslie Hall of Alexandria, chief counsel for the committee, said the material wil be given to the bar's Grievance Committee and Committee on Unauthorized. Practice of Law. NAACP attorneys were unavailable Tuesday for comment, but informed sources expressed doubt that the committee's findings were sufficient for any action to be taken against the NAACP and its affiliate or Virginia attorneys who have represented plaintiffs in suits to compel school desegregation. The Thomas Committee gets its short title from James M. Thomson an Alexandria lawyer and member of the Virginia House of Delegates. He is dyed in the Wool segresationist. Appearing on a television program, city Side, over WTOP-TV in Washington, D. C. Thomson, when pressed for his reasons as to why he was prejudiced against colored people, could only say that was the way he felt in his heart. The committee held hearings behind closed doors in Richmond, Farmville, Nerfolk and Arlington. About 100 witnesses testified. Some Witnesses against witnessis being held/behind locked doors until arter they City Librarians for the city-wide Book Week. The other city librarian are: Mrs. Helen Waterford, Mrs. Frances Duvall, Mrs. Vlvisn White, Mrs. Lucy Flagg. Mrs. Rosalind Hayes. Miss Dalthenia Williams and Miss Harriett Walker. YOUTH WOUNDED Marion Mouzon, a 16 year old youth received a bullet wound in the neck at a Negro Farmer's Fair here recently and was taken to Roper hospital, where his condition was listed as "good." MEMPHIS WORLD Want Ad Information Call JA. 6-4030 BYRD TRANSFER COMPANY — FEMALE HELP WANTED OFFICE SPACE FOR RENT FOR SALE FOR SALE Program Sparked national voice through the ballot. "You can't meet the. Russian threat with part of your strength tied behind your back with Jim Crow." "How do we know," he asked that some Negro youngster, with proper training could not become the scientist to perfect inventions that would, make us superior to our enemies." And further he declared, "We aren't going to have 16 million Negroes, having everyone from a policeman to the governor telling us what to do and; where to go. There was a time we had to endure it; "he said. "That time is past" The stinging speech of Mr. Mitchell backed this contention completly with a declaration that the civil rights bill can send a violator "to jail without a jury trial." "I don't know what Southern papers have been telling you, Mitchell said, but segregationists can be jailed "for denying Negro the the right to vote." He explained that a commission was set up to take care of the problem, and "there is nothing to prevent this commission from looking into new types of legislation, including that passed in Tuskegee to move Negroes out of the city limits." Mitchell explained further that the attorney general may seek an injunction against civil rights violators after too commission's probe if the injuction is ignored, the viol ator may be cited for civil contempt, where a jury trial is not necessary. Mitchell said that if Negro voting strength is increased as planned there ought to be at least five Negro congressmen representing the South by 1960. Mitchell warned leaders not to "substitute oratory for personal contact "You can have all the speaches you want," he said, "but voters registration can be increased only after leaders get among the people and make personal entreaties and explanations." During the conference Rev. King explained the nature and work of the Southern Christian Leaders Conference, which met recently in Memphis. Tennessee, This organigation is designed to aid the NAACP for the fight for increased voting strength by. 1.-Working in areas where the NAACP has been outlawed. 2.-Support the NAACP in other section by helping to enlarge campaign. 3.-Work where no voters registratefforts at all are being made. 4.-Turn over Jesuits and records to the NAACP for future reference. 5.-Stimulate local voter registration drive. CONTRIBUTION TO SCIENCE national voice through the ballot. "You can't meet the. Russian threat with part of your strength tied behind your back with Jim Crow." "How do we know," he asked that some Negro youngster, with proper training could not become the scientist to perfect inventions that would, make us superior to our enemies." And further he declared, "We aren't going to have 16 million Negroes, having everyone from a policeman to the governor telling us what to do and; where to go. There was a time we had to endure it; "he said. "That time is past" The stinging speech of Mr. Mitchell backed this contention completly with a declaration that the civil rights bill can send a violator "to jail without a jury trial." "I don't know what Southern papers have been telling you, Mitchell said, but segregationists can be jailed "for denying Negro the the right to vote." He explained that a commission was set up to take care of the problem, and "there is nothing to prevent this commission from looking into new types of legislation, including that passed in Tuskegee to move Negroes out of the city limits." Mitchell explained further that the attorney general may seek an injunction against civil rights violators after too commission's probe if the injuction is ignored, the viol ator may be cited for civil contempt, where a jury trial is not necessary. Mitchell said that if Negro voting strength is increased as planned there ought to be at least five Negro congressmen representing the South by 1960. Mitchell warned leaders not to "substitute oratory for personal contact "You can have all the speaches you want," he said, "but voters registration can be increased only after leaders get among the people and make personal entreaties and explanations." During the conference Rev. King explained the nature and work of the Southern Christian Leaders Conference, which met recently in Memphis. Tennessee, This organigation is designed to aid the NAACP for the fight for increased voting strength by. 1.-Working in areas where the NAACP has been outlawed. 2.-Support the NAACP in other section by helping to enlarge campaign. 3.-Work where no voters registratefforts at all are being made. 4.-Turn over Jesuits and records to the NAACP for future reference. 5.-Stimulate local voter registration drive. CIVIL CONTEMPT national voice through the ballot. "You can't meet the. Russian threat with part of your strength tied behind your back with Jim Crow." "How do we know," he asked that some Negro youngster, with proper training could not become the scientist to perfect inventions that would, make us superior to our enemies." And further he declared, "We aren't going to have 16 million Negroes, having everyone from a policeman to the governor telling us what to do and; where to go. There was a time we had to endure it; "he said. "That time is past" The stinging speech of Mr. Mitchell backed this contention completly with a declaration that the civil rights bill can send a violator "to jail without a jury trial." "I don't know what Southern papers have been telling you, Mitchell said, but segregationists can be jailed "for denying Negro the the right to vote." He explained that a commission was set up to take care of the problem, and "there is nothing to prevent this commission from looking into new types of legislation, including that passed in Tuskegee to move Negroes out of the city limits." Mitchell explained further that the attorney general may seek an injunction against civil rights violators after too commission's probe if the injuction is ignored, the viol ator may be cited for civil contempt, where a jury trial is not necessary. Mitchell said that if Negro voting strength is increased as planned there ought to be at least five Negro congressmen representing the South by 1960. Mitchell warned leaders not to "substitute oratory for personal contact "You can have all the speaches you want," he said, "but voters registration can be increased only after leaders get among the people and make personal entreaties and explanations." During the conference Rev. King explained the nature and work of the Southern Christian Leaders Conference, which met recently in Memphis. Tennessee, This organigation is designed to aid the NAACP for the fight for increased voting strength by. 1.-Working in areas where the NAACP has been outlawed. 2.-Support the NAACP in other section by helping to enlarge campaign. 3.-Work where no voters registratefforts at all are being made. 4.-Turn over Jesuits and records to the NAACP for future reference. 5.-Stimulate local voter registration drive. YOU CAN DIE LAUGHING By A.A. FAIR (ERLE STANLEY GARDNER) & by Stanley Gardner. Registered by arrangement with William Morrow &Co, Distributed by King Features Syndicate SERGEANT FRANK SELLERS jammed a toot on the starter and swept the police cruiser in a circle away from the curb. "Where are you going now?" I asked. "Where do 'you think? I'm taking, Jerry here back to San Bernardino. Then I'm going home. And the next time you come along with one of your brainstorms, Lam, I'm going to—" "You keep driving in this direction and they'll laugh you off the force. Turn around and drive out the other way toward Twentynine Palms," "For what?" he asked. "What do you think?" I asked him. He drove on for nearly two minutes. Then the car slowed He pulled in to the curb, turned arid looked at me, studying my face in the waning light, chewing his cigar. Jerry, the San Bernardino deputy, kept his face straight ahead. His attitude was that he didn't want any part of me or any of my ideas. said to Sellers, "You've got so much invested now, another hour and a half isn't going to make any difference." Sellers thought that over for a moment Then he started out from the curb, and suddenly whipped the car into a U-turn, He said over his shoulder to me, "I'm going all the way, pint-size, not because I think you know what you're doing, but because I'm not going to leave you any loophole. This tune you won't have a leg to stand on." Wanda Warren tried to ease the tension in a voice that was dripping with sex. She said, "When do we eat?" "We don't," Sellers told her, and set the speedometer needle quivering. "Turn on the road to Twentynine Palms," I told Sellers. He gave no indication that he had heard me, but swung the car to the left at the intersection, and we started climbing up through the Morongo Valley until we came to Yucca. "We turn to the left down here a ways," I told hum ."Take it easy so I can keep my bearings." It was a job finding the dirt roads after dark. Wanda Warren slid over and took my right hand in hers. She held it as though it represented a tangible token of reassurance squeezing it once to a while. Luck was with me. I remembered every one of the intersections, and finally the headlight showed the little, rutted driveway going up to the dilapidate cabin. "Turn here," I told Sellers. He turned the car. The headlights showed the cockeyed door with the canvas patch over the hole. "Swing your lights so they shine out back of the house," I told him. "There's a little mound of earth you want to illuminate. Wait! There it was! You went too far. Bring it back. Okay, that's it! Let's go." I got out of the car. The others followed me. I led the way up to the wooden platform. "We've got to lift this," I said. Sellers reached down without a word, clamped his big hands on one corner of the heavy platform, lifted it and spun it back to one side. "Careful you don't fall," I warned. Sellers recoiled from the black interior that had opened up. "Give me a hand with this, Jerry," he said. "Let's get the whole thing cleared. I want to see the whole business." We lifted tile platform entirely away from the square shaft. "You got that flashlight?" Sellers asked. Jerry gave him the flashlight and Sellers directed it down the shaft. "Okay," Sellers said to me, "what is it?" "This Is it," I told him. The San Bernardino deputy leaned over the shaft, looked down it thoughtfully, then tested the ladder. "I'll go down," he said. "Okay," Sellers told him. "It's your county." The deputy tested the rungs on the ladder, inching his way down bit by bit, keeping his head down so that the brim of his hat shaded his eyes. Sellers played the flashlight down the shaft. The deputy had a flashlight in his pocket, and when he got to the bottom we could see the beam playing around. "I'm going to need that shovel," he called up. "Coming down," Sellers said. He fastened a light rope to the handle of the shovel, let it down the shaft until it was at the bottom. We heard the deputy say, "Okay," then heard the edge of the shovel scraping against a rock, then silence for a minute. Then suddenly Jerry called out, "I'm coming up, Sergeant." Sellers, held the beam of the flashlight We watched the deputy coming up the ladder. Sellers caught him under the arms and helped him up as he reached the level of the desert. "Come over here," the deputy said to Sellers. They walked away to where their voices were only a low murmur, and talked for about a minute and a half. Then Sellers came back. "Jerry's going to stay here," he said. "We're going into Yucca." "What is it?" Wanda Warren asked. "What's the trouble?" "Nothing," Sellers said, and led the way toward the car. "We'll sit three in front," Sellers said. Then suddenly, he turned to me and said, "Okay, pint-size, you win!" He gripped my hand in his and the fervor of his grip showed the extent of his relief. We drove to Yucca. It was a place where they rolled up the sidewalks where it got dark, but there was a telephone booth and Sellers put through a couple of calls. After he had finished I said, "I've got a couple of calls to make." He made no objection. I called the newspaperman in Banning who had given me the break. "Ring up the San Bernardino paper," I told him. "Tell them to start covering the sherin's office right away, and if you come up to Yucca and stick around, you'll probably get in on something." "On what?" he asked. "Something important." "Worth making a trip up there at night?" "A whale of a story," I told him. I hung up and called the Dartmouth Hotel. Luck was with me. Corning was in his room. I said, "This is Donald Lam. I've found Mrs. Wells," "Yes, yes," he said. "Where are you, Lam?" "Right at the moment I'm at a place called Yucca on the road to Twentynine Palms." "What in blazes are you doing up there?" "That's the nearest telephone." "You say you've found Mrs. Wells?" "Yes. She's at the Aaron Bedford section of land out west of Yucca." "The devil she is!" "That's right" "Now, look, Lam," Coming said, "I wasn't born yesterday. You've had this girl tied up ever since early this afternoon. Now, what's the idea of going out there in order to tell me you've found her?" "When you get out here, I'll tell you." "Damn it!" he sputtered. "You could have had her in my room in the hotel within twenty minutes of the time I signed that promise to give you a bonus. You—" "Do you want to argue?" I asked. "Or do you want to see Mrs. Wells?" "I want to see her." "Then haul yourself out here," I told him, and hung up. "Corning took one look at the death-distorted features and staggered off to the outer rim of darkness." Tomorrow the story continues to a climax CHAPTER 32 By A.A. FAIR (ERLE STANLEY GARDNER) & by Stanley Gardner. Registered by arrangement with William Morrow &Co, Distributed by King Features Syndicate SERGEANT FRANK SELLERS jammed a toot on the starter and swept the police cruiser in a circle away from the curb. "Where are you going now?" I asked. "Where do 'you think? I'm taking, Jerry here back to San Bernardino. Then I'm going home. And the next time you come along with one of your brainstorms, Lam, I'm going to—" "You keep driving in this direction and they'll laugh you off the force. Turn around and drive out the other way toward Twentynine Palms," "For what?" he asked. "What do you think?" I asked him. He drove on for nearly two minutes. Then the car slowed He pulled in to the curb, turned arid looked at me, studying my face in the waning light, chewing his cigar. Jerry, the San Bernardino deputy, kept his face straight ahead. His attitude was that he didn't want any part of me or any of my ideas. said to Sellers, "You've got so much invested now, another hour and a half isn't going to make any difference." Sellers thought that over for a moment Then he started out from the curb, and suddenly whipped the car into a U-turn, He said over his shoulder to me, "I'm going all the way, pint-size, not because I think you know what you're doing, but because I'm not going to leave you any loophole. This tune you won't have a leg to stand on." Wanda Warren tried to ease the tension in a voice that was dripping with sex. She said, "When do we eat?" "We don't," Sellers told her, and set the speedometer needle quivering. "Turn on the road to Twentynine Palms," I told Sellers. He gave no indication that he had heard me, but swung the car to the left at the intersection, and we started climbing up through the Morongo Valley until we came to Yucca. "We turn to the left down here a ways," I told hum ."Take it easy so I can keep my bearings." It was a job finding the dirt roads after dark. Wanda Warren slid over and took my right hand in hers. She held it as though it represented a tangible token of reassurance squeezing it once to a while. Luck was with me. I remembered every one of the intersections, and finally the headlight showed the little, rutted driveway going up to the dilapidate cabin. "Turn here," I told Sellers. He turned the car. The headlights showed the cockeyed door with the canvas patch over the hole. "Swing your lights so they shine out back of the house," I told him. "There's a little mound of earth you want to illuminate. Wait! There it was! You went too far. Bring it back. Okay, that's it! Let's go." I got out of the car. The others followed me. I led the way up to the wooden platform. "We've got to lift this," I said. Sellers reached down without a word, clamped his big hands on one corner of the heavy platform, lifted it and spun it back to one side. "Careful you don't fall," I warned. Sellers recoiled from the black interior that had opened up. "Give me a hand with this, Jerry," he said. "Let's get the whole thing cleared. I want to see the whole business." We lifted tile platform entirely away from the square shaft. "You got that flashlight?" Sellers asked. Jerry gave him the flashlight and Sellers directed it down the shaft. "Okay," Sellers said to me, "what is it?" "This Is it," I told him. The San Bernardino deputy leaned over the shaft, looked down it thoughtfully, then tested the ladder. "I'll go down," he said. "Okay," Sellers told him. "It's your county." The deputy tested the rungs on the ladder, inching his way down bit by bit, keeping his head down so that the brim of his hat shaded his eyes. Sellers played the flashlight down the shaft. The deputy had a flashlight in his pocket, and when he got to the bottom we could see the beam playing around. "I'm going to need that shovel," he called up. "Coming down," Sellers said. He fastened a light rope to the handle of the shovel, let it down the shaft until it was at the bottom. We heard the deputy say, "Okay," then heard the edge of the shovel scraping against a rock, then silence for a minute. Then suddenly Jerry called out, "I'm coming up, Sergeant." Sellers, held the beam of the flashlight We watched the deputy coming up the ladder. Sellers caught him under the arms and helped him up as he reached the level of the desert. "Come over here," the deputy said to Sellers. They walked away to where their voices were only a low murmur, and talked for about a minute and a half. Then Sellers came back. "Jerry's going to stay here," he said. "We're going into Yucca." "What is it?" Wanda Warren asked. "What's the trouble?" "Nothing," Sellers said, and led the way toward the car. "We'll sit three in front," Sellers said. Then suddenly, he turned to me and said, "Okay, pint-size, you win!" He gripped my hand in his and the fervor of his grip showed the extent of his relief. We drove to Yucca. It was a place where they rolled up the sidewalks where it got dark, but there was a telephone booth and Sellers put through a couple of calls. After he had finished I said, "I've got a couple of calls to make." He made no objection. I called the newspaperman in Banning who had given me the break. "Ring up the San Bernardino paper," I told him. "Tell them to start covering the sherin's office right away, and if you come up to Yucca and stick around, you'll probably get in on something." "On what?" he asked. "Something important." "Worth making a trip up there at night?" "A whale of a story," I told him. I hung up and called the Dartmouth Hotel. Luck was with me. Corning was in his room. I said, "This is Donald Lam. I've found Mrs. Wells," "Yes, yes," he said. "Where are you, Lam?" "Right at the moment I'm at a place called Yucca on the road to Twentynine Palms." "What in blazes are you doing up there?" "That's the nearest telephone." "You say you've found Mrs. Wells?" "Yes. She's at the Aaron Bedford section of land out west of Yucca." "The devil she is!" "That's right" "Now, look, Lam," Coming said, "I wasn't born yesterday. You've had this girl tied up ever since early this afternoon. Now, what's the idea of going out there in order to tell me you've found her?" "When you get out here, I'll tell you." "Damn it!" he sputtered. "You could have had her in my room in the hotel within twenty minutes of the time I signed that promise to give you a bonus. You—" "Do you want to argue?" I asked. "Or do you want to see Mrs. Wells?" "I want to see her." "Then haul yourself out here," I told him, and hung up. "Corning took one look at the death-distorted features and staggered off to the outer rim of darkness." Tomorrow the story continues to a climax MY WEEKLY SERMON By REV. BLAIR T. HUNT PASTOR MISSISSIPPI BLVD. CHRISTIAN CHURCH "OVER MY HEAD I SEE TROUBLE IN THE AIR; THERE MUST BE A GOD .... Two haunting spirituals hang in our minds, in these days of Sputniks, flying missiles; Asian, flu and Little Rock tensions. There are great messages in our Negro spirituals. In the spirituals the Negro pours his heart. The Negro life out of which these spirituals grew was full of grief and sorrow, and their burdens were terrific to bear. In the message of two of these songs that come from the heart of a race we halve our message today "Over my head I see trouble in the air; There must be a God somewhere." The second is: "Ain't no hiding place here." Over the world today, the Russian Sputniks or-satellites or moons, Sputnik No. 2 inhabited by a curly haired dog, revolves and circle the world in the great outer space. There are flying missiles there are flying saucers over pur heads. "Over my head I see trouble in the air." Over the world there is trouble in the air. On the surface of Mother Earth, yes, on the American soil there haunts us, a hideous, unholy duet: The Asian flu and the tantrums of Little Rock. These terrible monstrosities puzzle us, worry us. They are over our heads, on our soil. They remind us: "Ain't no hiding place here." But thanks be "There must be a God somewhere" and there is a God not only somewhere but everywhere. It may be the Sputniks and missile developments and flying saucers are messengers from agodless Russia sent by God as a handwriting, the interpretation being, "If we of America do not repent and get right with God, a pagan godless nation will be come as a rod of God as the Assyrians of old became a rod of God used upon the Hebrews of old." It may be the Soviets' man-made satellites can he seen as God's messengers of judgment, on our complacency. These flying mysteries cast a shadow on American soil. But remember the shadows in the. valley but prophesy the mountain heights. For there must be a God somewhere and there is a God everywhere keeping watch above His own. We can't comprehend it all we are too finite-but where-comprehension ends faith takes over. We can't comprehend God for a God comprehended is no God at all. Jesus Christ came down on earth as a photograph of God, the best picture God ever took. Through Jesus Christ we can see a little bit of God . . . . Just as a little lad peeping through a knot-hole in the board of a fence around the baseball park can see a little bit of the baseball game, only a little bit, certainly not all. Seeing and hearing God through Jesus Christ we see a heavenly Father with outstretched welcoming. arms saying "Come unto Me" and again and again "fear not." Earthly refuge falls for there is no hiding place here; Let us cry unto God through Jesus Christ who said "I am the way, the truth, the life." Sputniks and flying missiles may destroy, Asian flu and racial prejudice may slay but the words of God endure forever. Men may destroy the body but no man, no force can destroy the immortal soul made in the image of God. The soul out-lives all Sputniks; satellites, man-made moons, flying missiles, all diseases and all prejudices. But there "ain't no hiding place here." Get right with God for other refuge we, have none hangs our helpless souls on God, because "there ain't no hiding place here." RUSSIAN SPUTNIKS By REV. BLAIR T. HUNT PASTOR MISSISSIPPI BLVD. CHRISTIAN CHURCH "OVER MY HEAD I SEE TROUBLE IN THE AIR; THERE MUST BE A GOD .... Two haunting spirituals hang in our minds, in these days of Sputniks, flying missiles; Asian, flu and Little Rock tensions. There are great messages in our Negro spirituals. In the spirituals the Negro pours his heart. The Negro life out of which these spirituals grew was full of grief and sorrow, and their burdens were terrific to bear. In the message of two of these songs that come from the heart of a race we halve our message today "Over my head I see trouble in the air; There must be a God somewhere." The second is: "Ain't no hiding place here." Over the world today, the Russian Sputniks or-satellites or moons, Sputnik No. 2 inhabited by a curly haired dog, revolves and circle the world in the great outer space. There are flying missiles there are flying saucers over pur heads. "Over my head I see trouble in the air." Over the world there is trouble in the air. On the surface of Mother Earth, yes, on the American soil there haunts us, a hideous, unholy duet: The Asian flu and the tantrums of Little Rock. These terrible monstrosities puzzle us, worry us. They are over our heads, on our soil. They remind us: "Ain't no hiding place here." But thanks be "There must be a God somewhere" and there is a God not only somewhere but everywhere. It may be the Sputniks and missile developments and flying saucers are messengers from agodless Russia sent by God as a handwriting, the interpretation being, "If we of America do not repent and get right with God, a pagan godless nation will be come as a rod of God as the Assyrians of old became a rod of God used upon the Hebrews of old." It may be the Soviets' man-made satellites can he seen as God's messengers of judgment, on our complacency. These flying mysteries cast a shadow on American soil. But remember the shadows in the. valley but prophesy the mountain heights. For there must be a God somewhere and there is a God everywhere keeping watch above His own. We can't comprehend it all we are too finite-but where-comprehension ends faith takes over. We can't comprehend God for a God comprehended is no God at all. Jesus Christ came down on earth as a photograph of God, the best picture God ever took. Through Jesus Christ we can see a little bit of God . . . . Just as a little lad peeping through a knot-hole in the board of a fence around the baseball park can see a little bit of the baseball game, only a little bit, certainly not all. Seeing and hearing God through Jesus Christ we see a heavenly Father with outstretched welcoming. arms saying "Come unto Me" and again and again "fear not." Earthly refuge falls for there is no hiding place here; Let us cry unto God through Jesus Christ who said "I am the way, the truth, the life." Sputniks and flying missiles may destroy, Asian flu and racial prejudice may slay but the words of God endure forever. Men may destroy the body but no man, no force can destroy the immortal soul made in the image of God. The soul out-lives all Sputniks; satellites, man-made moons, flying missiles, all diseases and all prejudices. But there "ain't no hiding place here." Get right with God for other refuge we, have none hangs our helpless souls on God, because "there ain't no hiding place here." Ike, Reed Discuss pected." Nominated along with Reed, who heads the study group, were John A. Hannah, president of Michigan State University; former Virginia Gov; John S. Battle; the Rev; Dr. Theodore M. Hesburgh, President, of Notre Dame University: Robert G. Storey, Dean of the Southern methodist University law school: and J. Ernest Wilkins, assistant secretary of labor.