Memphis World
Memphis World Publishing Co.
1951-08-17
Lewis O. Swingler

MEMPHIS WORLD
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These Forced Confessions
FROM THE BLACK-DISPATCH
Governor Fielding Wright of Mississippi was reported
astounded last week upon observing the tell-tale revelation
that officers of Sunflower county had used cruel and unusual 
punishment upon four Negroes, forcing them to confess
to a murder that never occurred.
We in turn are astounded at the governor of a state
where torture confessions are the rule rather than the exception, 
to find him so shocked at what has been exposed to
view, he is intellectually dishonest and seeks to convey the
idea that this is not representative of Mississippi justice.
Here we have the case of a white man who suddenly
disappears. As usual in Mississippi Negroes are the first
sought when a crime has been committed, so a Sunflower
county sheriff, together with a Chicago detective, arrest
four Negroes guilty of nothing more than standing in the
wrong place when these would-be sleuths start looking about.
Being cowed and intimidated from birth by phite people,
these Negroes did not talk up as sprightly as they should
when arrested, so they are of course guilty. The third,
fourth and fifth degree are given, them and in terror and
agony they confess to a crime which is now exposed as having 
never happened.
Robert McKinney, the man supposed to be dead, is later
discovered well and hearty in East St. Louis, Ill., and after
publishing the confessions of four Negroes and commending
these white, officers for their ability in apprehending
criminals, of course Governor Fielding Wright's face is red.
We suspect, in order to rid the popular wave of rape hate, the
governor had also issued a public statement which is now
Embarrassing. In fact we suspect he now condemns what hat
been exposed as a sort of personal face saving expedient.
God on His throne will perhaps be the only one who will
ever know the thousands of black men and women who have
been tortured into false confessions, in Mississippi and the
Southland. When the black man was the property of some
plantation owner down South, prior to the civil war, it was
difficult to get a black man hanged and still more difficult
for any poor white to prove that the slave had mistreated
him. That was in the days when to kill a black man meant
some rich white lost something like $2500 or $3000. Not until 
the equity in the black man's, physical frame was transferred 
to the black man did mobs and other forms of legal
disposing of black citizens develop.
Mississippi is not the only state that wears this blame.
Right, here in Oklahoma. W. D. Lyons, a Negro, is in the
penitentiary, when at this moment there are not a half
dozen people in McCurtain-county, including the parents of
the whites killed, who believe that Lyons killed the folk he is
charged with murdering. The state and county officials clubbed 
and, beat one Negro who would not confess. Then later
they grabbed Lyons, who after extended torture confessed
both in the jail at Hugo and later at McAlester that he committed 
this crime.
What happens daily in Mississippi and occasionally in
Oklahoma, has been happening all over the Southland for
more than eighty years. We have not gotten to the place
down in Dixie that we can accept a black man's word against
that of a white. Why shades of Scottsboro! Governor Fielding 
Wright should take some time out and read Hodding
Garter's "Winds of Fear" and he could identify through
"Cancy Dodd" the typical law enforcement officer as pictured 
by Carter, as representative of practically all of the
sheriffs and constables in Mississippi. Hodding Carter lives
in. Mississippi and he ought to know. Carter tells his readers
in this interesting novel that sheriffs in Mississippi are
selected by white people based solely upon their viciousness
towards Negroes, and irrespective of their otherwise unfitness. 

The exposure down in Mississippi should, however, be
assessed for its real value and the social trend in which people 
have begun to think down that way. Ten years ago it
would not have been necessary for Governor Fielding
Wright to resign and back up on representative southern
policy, but the fact he does back up in the open means he
does so at the command, of a type of social morality that is
rapidly growing down in that section.
Justice will never come to the blacks down in Dixie until 
the day the South is willing to accept the word of a black
man against a white and the day when torture is abandoned
as a facility by which Negroes can be derailed from the
truth and forced to confess just as white Americans have
been recently forced to confess in Communist-dominated
European countries to things having no basis in fact. Our
experiences in Europe have recently proved that forced confessions 
are not something incident to color, and that when
you torture a white man sufficiently he will react to agony
and human misery just as do black men in the lower reaches 
of Mississippi.

Allies Air Final Draft
Of Japanese Peace Treaty
The
United States and Britian made,
public a final draft of the proposed
Japanese peace treaty in which Japan 
is firmly committed to a reparations 
program.
No major changes were made in
the final text from terms previously 
proposed. The treaty is to be
signed at a peace conference opening 
in San Francisco on Sept. 4.
Ambassador-at-Large John Foster 
Dulles, told a news conference
that the numerous changes in language 
over earlier drafts were
"chiefly technical and designed in
meet specific problems raised by
various allied countries."
He added that two changes were
"appreciable." One deals with missing 
Japanese prisoners of war, the
other with the demand by Asiatic

countries for a stronger reparations
clause.
Included in the final text is a
new paragraph calling for all sisnnatories 
to recognize the Potsdam
proclamation terms covering the return 
of Japanese military forces to
the extent not already, completed."
It was under the Potsdam Prorecently 
opened an inquiry into the
whereabouts of 350.000 Japanese
who never have been returned to
their homes by Russia.
The treaty spells, out Me firmly,
than in any previous draft that Japan 
"should pay reparations (for
damages) caused by it during
Asiatic countries with a view to
the war." It provides that Japan
must enter into negotiations with
making some restitution for damages. 


THE
HEALTH
FORUM
WORLD

By R. EARL BLAND, M. D.
Leakage of the heart is now
amenable to surgery. This doss not
apply to all types, but chiefly to
one of the most offenders, Mitral
stenosis.
In this disorder there is narrowing 
of the valve that separates the
auricle and ventricle on the left
side of the pumping apparatus. It
has become thickened and scarred
because of a bout of rheumatic fever 
years previously.
Now and then the opening is so
small that the heart has difficulty
pushing the blood through. There is
back flow into the lungs and the victim 
becomes short of breath and
fatigued and occasional coughs up
blood. When the
heart no longer is
able to stand the
strain, dropsy ensues 
that requires
the use of digitalis, 
the elimination
of salt from the
diet, and drugs
that encourage
the kidneys to increase 
their output. 

Although the
operation is considered 
new, it is the cumulative
work on many, years of research.
Ultimately the present technique
came into being and for this, the
medical profession gives credit to
Dr. Robert C. Glover of Philadelphia, 
a chest surgeon.
He devised a method in which a
knife is fastened to the index fincer 
and inserted into the opening
in the left auricle. A silt-like incision 
is made through the narrow
opening. This permits the valve to
close and open in a somewhat normal 
manner.
In 1948 the operation was performed 
on five patients desperately 
ill. Three died but the two others 
so well that Dr. Glover was determined 
to go on. The next year he
had 21 cases with three deaths and
in 1950, there were 89 cases with
6 deaths. Altogether 200. patients

have been operated upon with an
over-mortality of fewer than 11 per
cent.
More than this number would
have died from the defect without
operation. Many of his patients
were dropsical when they entered
the hospital.
One young woman was so breathless 
she could not leave her room,
eight days later she was out of the
hospital and could walk up and
down the street.
A coal miner had been incapaciated 
for years. After the operation 
he returned to his former
occupation and despite advice to
the contrary, made a dally trip of
300 feet into, and out of the mine,
climbing up and down a ladder.
Patients still are bothered with
shortness of breath, but none has
coughed up blood since undergoing
surgery and the majority can lie
flat in bed without breathing difficulties. 
Many have discontinued
the use of digitalis and low salt
diet. For more satisfactory results
the procedure is recommended
shortly after the appearance of
shortness of breath and weakness
F. C. Writes: Is moderate smokins 
harmful to a parson with
stomach ulcers?
Reply: This is a moot question,
but we can say definitely that
smoking will not do the ulcer any
good. To my knowledge, no one
has proved that moderate smoking
has ever produced or aggravated
peptic ulcer.
P. R. Writes; Is there any cure
for fungus infection of the lungs?
Reply. Yes, depending upon the
type of fugus responsible.
Dr. Bland will answer questions
relative to health and hygiene in
this column and by mail. He will
not make diagnosis or prescribe for
individuals. Inclose stamped, self
addressed 
envelop and address:
R. Earl Bland M. D.
The World Health Forum
Scott News Syndicate
164 Beale Avenue
Memphis, Tennessee

SMOKING AND ULCERS

By R. EARL BLAND, M. D.
Leakage of the heart is now
amenable to surgery. This doss not
apply to all types, but chiefly to
one of the most offenders, Mitral
stenosis.
In this disorder there is narrowing 
of the valve that separates the
auricle and ventricle on the left
side of the pumping apparatus. It
has become thickened and scarred
because of a bout of rheumatic fever 
years previously.
Now and then the opening is so
small that the heart has difficulty
pushing the blood through. There is
back flow into the lungs and the victim 
becomes short of breath and
fatigued and occasional coughs up
blood. When the
heart no longer is
able to stand the
strain, dropsy ensues 
that requires
the use of digitalis, 
the elimination
of salt from the
diet, and drugs
that encourage
the kidneys to increase 
their output. 

Although the
operation is considered 
new, it is the cumulative
work on many, years of research.
Ultimately the present technique
came into being and for this, the
medical profession gives credit to
Dr. Robert C. Glover of Philadelphia, 
a chest surgeon.
He devised a method in which a
knife is fastened to the index fincer 
and inserted into the opening
in the left auricle. A silt-like incision 
is made through the narrow
opening. This permits the valve to
close and open in a somewhat normal 
manner.
In 1948 the operation was performed 
on five patients desperately 
ill. Three died but the two others 
so well that Dr. Glover was determined 
to go on. The next year he
had 21 cases with three deaths and
in 1950, there were 89 cases with
6 deaths. Altogether 200. patients

have been operated upon with an
over-mortality of fewer than 11 per
cent.
More than this number would
have died from the defect without
operation. Many of his patients
were dropsical when they entered
the hospital.
One young woman was so breathless 
she could not leave her room,
eight days later she was out of the
hospital and could walk up and
down the street.
A coal miner had been incapaciated 
for years. After the operation 
he returned to his former
occupation and despite advice to
the contrary, made a dally trip of
300 feet into, and out of the mine,
climbing up and down a ladder.
Patients still are bothered with
shortness of breath, but none has
coughed up blood since undergoing
surgery and the majority can lie
flat in bed without breathing difficulties. 
Many have discontinued
the use of digitalis and low salt
diet. For more satisfactory results
the procedure is recommended
shortly after the appearance of
shortness of breath and weakness
F. C. Writes: Is moderate smokins 
harmful to a parson with
stomach ulcers?
Reply: This is a moot question,
but we can say definitely that
smoking will not do the ulcer any
good. To my knowledge, no one
has proved that moderate smoking
has ever produced or aggravated
peptic ulcer.
P. R. Writes; Is there any cure
for fungus infection of the lungs?
Reply. Yes, depending upon the
type of fugus responsible.
Dr. Bland will answer questions
relative to health and hygiene in
this column and by mail. He will
not make diagnosis or prescribe for
individuals. Inclose stamped, self
addressed 
envelop and address:
R. Earl Bland M. D.
The World Health Forum
Scott News Syndicate
164 Beale Avenue
Memphis, Tennessee

LUNG INFECTION

By R. EARL BLAND, M. D.
Leakage of the heart is now
amenable to surgery. This doss not
apply to all types, but chiefly to
one of the most offenders, Mitral
stenosis.
In this disorder there is narrowing 
of the valve that separates the
auricle and ventricle on the left
side of the pumping apparatus. It
has become thickened and scarred
because of a bout of rheumatic fever 
years previously.
Now and then the opening is so
small that the heart has difficulty
pushing the blood through. There is
back flow into the lungs and the victim 
becomes short of breath and
fatigued and occasional coughs up
blood. When the
heart no longer is
able to stand the
strain, dropsy ensues 
that requires
the use of digitalis, 
the elimination
of salt from the
diet, and drugs
that encourage
the kidneys to increase 
their output. 

Although the
operation is considered 
new, it is the cumulative
work on many, years of research.
Ultimately the present technique
came into being and for this, the
medical profession gives credit to
Dr. Robert C. Glover of Philadelphia, 
a chest surgeon.
He devised a method in which a
knife is fastened to the index fincer 
and inserted into the opening
in the left auricle. A silt-like incision 
is made through the narrow
opening. This permits the valve to
close and open in a somewhat normal 
manner.
In 1948 the operation was performed 
on five patients desperately 
ill. Three died but the two others 
so well that Dr. Glover was determined 
to go on. The next year he
had 21 cases with three deaths and
in 1950, there were 89 cases with
6 deaths. Altogether 200. patients

have been operated upon with an
over-mortality of fewer than 11 per
cent.
More than this number would
have died from the defect without
operation. Many of his patients
were dropsical when they entered
the hospital.
One young woman was so breathless 
she could not leave her room,
eight days later she was out of the
hospital and could walk up and
down the street.
A coal miner had been incapaciated 
for years. After the operation 
he returned to his former
occupation and despite advice to
the contrary, made a dally trip of
300 feet into, and out of the mine,
climbing up and down a ladder.
Patients still are bothered with
shortness of breath, but none has
coughed up blood since undergoing
surgery and the majority can lie
flat in bed without breathing difficulties. 
Many have discontinued
the use of digitalis and low salt
diet. For more satisfactory results
the procedure is recommended
shortly after the appearance of
shortness of breath and weakness
F. C. Writes: Is moderate smokins 
harmful to a parson with
stomach ulcers?
Reply: This is a moot question,
but we can say definitely that
smoking will not do the ulcer any
good. To my knowledge, no one
has proved that moderate smoking
has ever produced or aggravated
peptic ulcer.
P. R. Writes; Is there any cure
for fungus infection of the lungs?
Reply. Yes, depending upon the
type of fugus responsible.
Dr. Bland will answer questions
relative to health and hygiene in
this column and by mail. He will
not make diagnosis or prescribe for
individuals. Inclose stamped, self
addressed 
envelop and address:
R. Earl Bland M. D.
The World Health Forum
Scott News Syndicate
164 Beale Avenue
Memphis, Tennessee

KILL 'EM WITH KINDNESS


Detective Mack McCann is asking disc
 Frazier Farwell about a warning
the after had for playboy Ronnie rompkins
when shot out They and the marrying 
millionaire dead. McCann calls police
out before they arrive pretty Chary Jones
dirde No comes to the house
McCann arranges to meet her later, urges
"Keep going!"
CHARY JONES whirled. He
and a flash or nice legs and well
shaped ankles above sling-back
sandal he flicked down me
brownstone steps and disappeared
westward toward Fifth Avenue and
Central Park. The siren tailed the
night now and the leading headlights 
stabbed around the corner.
McGann closed the door quickly
and stepped back. A moment ago,
he had been congratulating himself
upon the eminently fair way in
which he had Dandled matters. He
had touched nothing, interfered not
at all and promptly had notified
New York police that they had a
terrific murder on their hands.
Now at the very last instant,
McGann had tampered with the
natural course or events He had
advised Chary Jones to keep moving. 
Why? Half-regretfully, no
hoped that it was because he did
not wish to stand idly by and see
a nice girl blunder into a top role
in a murder investigation. Which
was exactly what would have happened 
had he allowed her to step
inside. Yes, that was why he had
told Miss Jones to hit the road
and not for Dome, either. They'd
look for her there in a hurry. He'd
wanted to give her a chance to
Keep her pretty little nose clean
... he wanted to talk to bet before 
anybody else did.
It was not, he assured himself,
so that he could enjoy one bit of
information the investigating officers 
would not know. Certainly
not. A charge as false as it was
malicious...
The front door practically
lumped into the hallway under the
crash of official fists. McGann took
a deep breath. "J. Edgar Hoover
be with me," be said, and opened it.
Deputy Chief inspector Comedus 
Patriot O'Callahan peered out
from beneath jutting brows that
were like white cotton tufts pasted
on a clock of pink wood. He
drummed with heavy square fingers 
on the desk of to late Ronnie 
Tompkins.
The deceased." he asked McGann 
again, "mentioned no
games?"
"No names inspector." McGann
said for the seventh time. He heard
the clock in the front hall chime
the half hour and be looked at his
watch—9:30. For almost three
hours, this had been going on.
O'Callahan and his men had
clamped a steel grip on the Tompkins 
residence within minutes of
their arrival. Men had deployed
everywhere with remarkable speed.
Already, one had struck his head
smartly on a basement girder, and
a colleague had twisted his ankle
on the root.
But these minor mishaps detracted 
not a bit from b smooth
display of efficiency.
The official police photographers
had photographed the body from
at least, nine different angles. Fingerprint 
men had dusted every
conceivable adjoining art gallery, One had
picked up the pistol near the open
window by inserting a thin steel
 into tee barrel, not touching
the weapon itself with his hands,
he had snared the ejected shell

in the same way. They had gone
to the ballistics department.
Only a large irregular stain now
showed where the body of Ronald
Tompkins had lain. The assistant
medical examiner, a dark little
man with gold-rimmed spectacles,
had pronounced Tompkins dead of
a bullet wound in the back.
The gun had been held rather
close, he said moodily, pointing to
the powder burns on the clothing.
Then he had supervisee the removal 
of the remains to Bellevue
morgue where It was at mat moment 
being posted. The flashbulbs
of the newspaper photographers
outside had gone off in a dazzling
chain reaction when the stretcher
was carried to the dead wagon.
O'Callahan's heavy fingers
paused in mid-air. He withdrew
his steely blue gaze from McGann.
wiped it across the drapes and
used it neatly to impale Frazier
Farwell, who jumped. The radio
man now was wearing fawn-colored 
slacks, a soft shirt and a plaid
sport coat which accentuated the
putty-tike color of his skin.
"And all you know, Mr. Farwell,
is that Solly Spanish asked you
about the layout of this house and
whether Mr. Tompkins had said
when he would go south?"
Farwell nodded unhappily. "1—1
Just thought I ought to tell Ronnie," 
he croaked. "He was always
decent to me."
The inspector's voice was edged.
"You're sure. Mr. Farwell, that you
didn't let your imagination get the
better of you—so that Tompkins.
might feel obligated and react accordingly?" 

A dun flush crept up above the
collar of the sports shirt. But if
Farwell had considered a sharp
answer, he seemingly thought better 
of It He said, "No."
O'Callahan signed thoughtfully:
the cottony eyebrows drew together. 
"Ail right," he said. "Both of
you can go. And let me give a
word of warning."
He gave considerably more than
a word. He began by acknowledging 
the Splendid record of Mr. McGann 
in the Washington service
with which he was personally familiar. 
He touched upon the
straightforward account of affairs
that they had given. He mentioned
that he would be truly grieved if
through carelessness they exposed
themselves to the murdered of
Tompkins, and thereby increased
the work of the department.
In conclusion, he would like to
see them at the inquest set for the
following day. Meanwhile, they
were to discuss the case with no
one And, oh yes—one more point.
Any boarding or fast trains, speedy
ocean liners or transcontinental
planes would be viewed with the
deepest suspicion and alarm. "I
wouldn't want to have to lock you
up in the Tombs as material witnesses," 
He said in a voice which
indicated that he would tike nothing 
better. Then he rose. "I'll Bee
you to the door."
His broad back preceded them
down the Hallway, how brightly
lighted by a strong bulb dug up
by a patrolman in the storage
room. The inspector opened the
door and an equally broad back in
blue moved aside on the front
stoop, instantly, half a dozen
flashbulbs went off.
Several men and women, who
had been sitting on the front steps.
jumped up and moved toward the
door. Leading was an elderly man
in a derby and a dusty coat.
"How about it inspector?" he
said testily. "I've got a deadline

in half an hour."
The inspector glared sourly at
the ladles and gentlemen of the
press. "I'll have a statement in
five minutes," he said.
One of the girls said. "Nuts." A
dark young man with sharp features 
beneath a crumpled fedora
shoved his face forward "We want
a look around inside." he said.
"Our photographers want some inside 
shots. We haven't—"
McGann stepped back so that
they would not see him. Farwell.
too, remained in the shadows
"Five minutes," inspector O'Callahan 
promised. He moved back
and closed the door. "You can't
go out mat way."
In the end, they went down the
back fire-escape to the courtyard.
McGann noticed how quickly and
quietly the from extension went up
They passed through the next-door
service hall to the front McGann
looked closely but saw nothing. He
and Farwell walked rapidly west
toward the park, heads down, ats
pulled low over their eyes.
At Fifth Avenue, they stopped
Farwell seemed to have developed
a slight tremor that moved in
waves from his head to his toes
"Going south?" the radio man
asked. "I've just pot time to get
to my hotel and lasso my nerves
way I feel now no record would
be safe with me."
He held out a quivering 
which McGann found alarmingly
cold. The detective shook it and
said reassuringly. "You'll be all
right. If you find time, play a
little early Lombardo for me."
Farwell grinned weakly. But the
request seemed to buck mm up.
"Glad to," be said. He waved
wildly at a southbound cab which
Stopped suddenly.
"Go ahead," McGann said. "I'm
walking a bit."
Farwell darted across the street,
and the cab door slammed behind
him. The cab had hardly pulled
away before the detective noticed
a dark car without markings swing
around the corner, and glide after
it. Two men sat stolidly in the
front seal, their eyes on the can
The detective smiled grimly.
There was nothing, He thought like
the trust of a forthright character
such as Deputy Inspector C. P.
O'Caltahan. "Twas a thing to warm
the hardest heart, and sure wouldn't
make you worship, the ground
they'd throw in his face some day.
He wondered how many men
were tailing him. Probably two
at least. They'd sit in the car unless 
he clucked into a subway and
then one would nave to hit the
pavement." The other would hang
around a while, then go back to
headquarters and wait for contact
to be re-established.
McGann walked south. The night
air was clean and cool From the
corner of his eye, he saw another
car pull around into Fifth and
slide to the curb across the street.
Shadow the shadow, he thought.
He glanced at, his wrist-watch,
as he passed under a street light.
If was 9:50 The Fifty-Ninth
Street plaza was just three blocks
away and he had ten minutes. The
way Chary Jones Had looked at
him, he could have fifty years.
Still, she might show up. And
certainly he wanted to talk to her
alone. Before O'Callahan or any
of his lieutenants got there. She
might know something important
without even realizing it. Had
Tompkins really loved her? Had
he confided anything to her? Had
she loved him?

Copyright by Well Publishing Co.
Distributed by King Features Syndicate.

SYNOPSIS


Detective Mack McCann is asking disc
 Frazier Farwell about a warning
the after had for playboy Ronnie rompkins
when shot out They and the marrying 
millionaire dead. McCann calls police
out before they arrive pretty Chary Jones
dirde No comes to the house
McCann arranges to meet her later, urges
"Keep going!"
CHARY JONES whirled. He
and a flash or nice legs and well
shaped ankles above sling-back
sandal he flicked down me
brownstone steps and disappeared
westward toward Fifth Avenue and
Central Park. The siren tailed the
night now and the leading headlights 
stabbed around the corner.
McGann closed the door quickly
and stepped back. A moment ago,
he had been congratulating himself
upon the eminently fair way in
which he had Dandled matters. He
had touched nothing, interfered not
at all and promptly had notified
New York police that they had a
terrific murder on their hands.
Now at the very last instant,
McGann had tampered with the
natural course or events He had
advised Chary Jones to keep moving. 
Why? Half-regretfully, no
hoped that it was because he did
not wish to stand idly by and see
a nice girl blunder into a top role
in a murder investigation. Which
was exactly what would have happened 
had he allowed her to step
inside. Yes, that was why he had
told Miss Jones to hit the road
and not for Dome, either. They'd
look for her there in a hurry. He'd
wanted to give her a chance to
Keep her pretty little nose clean
... he wanted to talk to bet before 
anybody else did.
It was not, he assured himself,
so that he could enjoy one bit of
information the investigating officers 
would not know. Certainly
not. A charge as false as it was
malicious...
The front door practically
lumped into the hallway under the
crash of official fists. McGann took
a deep breath. "J. Edgar Hoover
be with me," be said, and opened it.
Deputy Chief inspector Comedus 
Patriot O'Callahan peered out
from beneath jutting brows that
were like white cotton tufts pasted
on a clock of pink wood. He
drummed with heavy square fingers 
on the desk of to late Ronnie 
Tompkins.
The deceased." he asked McGann 
again, "mentioned no
games?"
"No names inspector." McGann
said for the seventh time. He heard
the clock in the front hall chime
the half hour and be looked at his
watch—9:30. For almost three
hours, this had been going on.
O'Callahan and his men had
clamped a steel grip on the Tompkins 
residence within minutes of
their arrival. Men had deployed
everywhere with remarkable speed.
Already, one had struck his head
smartly on a basement girder, and
a colleague had twisted his ankle
on the root.
But these minor mishaps detracted 
not a bit from b smooth
display of efficiency.
The official police photographers
had photographed the body from
at least, nine different angles. Fingerprint 
men had dusted every
conceivable adjoining art gallery, One had
picked up the pistol near the open
window by inserting a thin steel
 into tee barrel, not touching
the weapon itself with his hands,
he had snared the ejected shell

in the same way. They had gone
to the ballistics department.
Only a large irregular stain now
showed where the body of Ronald
Tompkins had lain. The assistant
medical examiner, a dark little
man with gold-rimmed spectacles,
had pronounced Tompkins dead of
a bullet wound in the back.
The gun had been held rather
close, he said moodily, pointing to
the powder burns on the clothing.
Then he had supervisee the removal 
of the remains to Bellevue
morgue where It was at mat moment 
being posted. The flashbulbs
of the newspaper photographers
outside had gone off in a dazzling
chain reaction when the stretcher
was carried to the dead wagon.
O'Callahan's heavy fingers
paused in mid-air. He withdrew
his steely blue gaze from McGann.
wiped it across the drapes and
used it neatly to impale Frazier
Farwell, who jumped. The radio
man now was wearing fawn-colored 
slacks, a soft shirt and a plaid
sport coat which accentuated the
putty-tike color of his skin.
"And all you know, Mr. Farwell,
is that Solly Spanish asked you
about the layout of this house and
whether Mr. Tompkins had said
when he would go south?"
Farwell nodded unhappily. "1—1
Just thought I ought to tell Ronnie," 
he croaked. "He was always
decent to me."
The inspector's voice was edged.
"You're sure. Mr. Farwell, that you
didn't let your imagination get the
better of you—so that Tompkins.
might feel obligated and react accordingly?" 

A dun flush crept up above the
collar of the sports shirt. But if
Farwell had considered a sharp
answer, he seemingly thought better 
of It He said, "No."
O'Callahan signed thoughtfully:
the cottony eyebrows drew together. 
"Ail right," he said. "Both of
you can go. And let me give a
word of warning."
He gave considerably more than
a word. He began by acknowledging 
the Splendid record of Mr. McGann 
in the Washington service
with which he was personally familiar. 
He touched upon the
straightforward account of affairs
that they had given. He mentioned
that he would be truly grieved if
through carelessness they exposed
themselves to the murdered of
Tompkins, and thereby increased
the work of the department.
In conclusion, he would like to
see them at the inquest set for the
following day. Meanwhile, they
were to discuss the case with no
one And, oh yes—one more point.
Any boarding or fast trains, speedy
ocean liners or transcontinental
planes would be viewed with the
deepest suspicion and alarm. "I
wouldn't want to have to lock you
up in the Tombs as material witnesses," 
He said in a voice which
indicated that he would tike nothing 
better. Then he rose. "I'll Bee
you to the door."
His broad back preceded them
down the Hallway, how brightly
lighted by a strong bulb dug up
by a patrolman in the storage
room. The inspector opened the
door and an equally broad back in
blue moved aside on the front
stoop, instantly, half a dozen
flashbulbs went off.
Several men and women, who
had been sitting on the front steps.
jumped up and moved toward the
door. Leading was an elderly man
in a derby and a dusty coat.
"How about it inspector?" he
said testily. "I've got a deadline

in half an hour."
The inspector glared sourly at
the ladles and gentlemen of the
press. "I'll have a statement in
five minutes," he said.
One of the girls said. "Nuts." A
dark young man with sharp features 
beneath a crumpled fedora
shoved his face forward "We want
a look around inside." he said.
"Our photographers want some inside 
shots. We haven't—"
McGann stepped back so that
they would not see him. Farwell.
too, remained in the shadows
"Five minutes," inspector O'Callahan 
promised. He moved back
and closed the door. "You can't
go out mat way."
In the end, they went down the
back fire-escape to the courtyard.
McGann noticed how quickly and
quietly the from extension went up
They passed through the next-door
service hall to the front McGann
looked closely but saw nothing. He
and Farwell walked rapidly west
toward the park, heads down, ats
pulled low over their eyes.
At Fifth Avenue, they stopped
Farwell seemed to have developed
a slight tremor that moved in
waves from his head to his toes
"Going south?" the radio man
asked. "I've just pot time to get
to my hotel and lasso my nerves
way I feel now no record would
be safe with me."
He held out a quivering 
which McGann found alarmingly
cold. The detective shook it and
said reassuringly. "You'll be all
right. If you find time, play a
little early Lombardo for me."
Farwell grinned weakly. But the
request seemed to buck mm up.
"Glad to," be said. He waved
wildly at a southbound cab which
Stopped suddenly.
"Go ahead," McGann said. "I'm
walking a bit."
Farwell darted across the street,
and the cab door slammed behind
him. The cab had hardly pulled
away before the detective noticed
a dark car without markings swing
around the corner, and glide after
it. Two men sat stolidly in the
front seal, their eyes on the can
The detective smiled grimly.
There was nothing, He thought like
the trust of a forthright character
such as Deputy Inspector C. P.
O'Caltahan. "Twas a thing to warm
the hardest heart, and sure wouldn't
make you worship, the ground
they'd throw in his face some day.
He wondered how many men
were tailing him. Probably two
at least. They'd sit in the car unless 
he clucked into a subway and
then one would nave to hit the
pavement." The other would hang
around a while, then go back to
headquarters and wait for contact
to be re-established.
McGann walked south. The night
air was clean and cool From the
corner of his eye, he saw another
car pull around into Fifth and
slide to the curb across the street.
Shadow the shadow, he thought.
He glanced at, his wrist-watch,
as he passed under a street light.
If was 9:50 The Fifty-Ninth
Street plaza was just three blocks
away and he had ten minutes. The
way Chary Jones Had looked at
him, he could have fifty years.
Still, she might show up. And
certainly he wanted to talk to her
alone. Before O'Callahan or any
of his lieutenants got there. She
might know something important
without even realizing it. Had
Tompkins really loved her? Had
he confided anything to her? Had
she loved him?

Copyright by Well Publishing Co.
Distributed by King Features Syndicate.

CHAPTER FIVE


Detective Mack McCann is asking disc
 Frazier Farwell about a warning
the after had for playboy Ronnie rompkins
when shot out They and the marrying 
millionaire dead. McCann calls police
out before they arrive pretty Chary Jones
dirde No comes to the house
McCann arranges to meet her later, urges
"Keep going!"
CHARY JONES whirled. He
and a flash or nice legs and well
shaped ankles above sling-back
sandal he flicked down me
brownstone steps and disappeared
westward toward Fifth Avenue and
Central Park. The siren tailed the
night now and the leading headlights 
stabbed around the corner.
McGann closed the door quickly
and stepped back. A moment ago,
he had been congratulating himself
upon the eminently fair way in
which he had Dandled matters. He
had touched nothing, interfered not
at all and promptly had notified
New York police that they had a
terrific murder on their hands.
Now at the very last instant,
McGann had tampered with the
natural course or events He had
advised Chary Jones to keep moving. 
Why? Half-regretfully, no
hoped that it was because he did
not wish to stand idly by and see
a nice girl blunder into a top role
in a murder investigation. Which
was exactly what would have happened 
had he allowed her to step
inside. Yes, that was why he had
told Miss Jones to hit the road
and not for Dome, either. They'd
look for her there in a hurry. He'd
wanted to give her a chance to
Keep her pretty little nose clean
... he wanted to talk to bet before 
anybody else did.
It was not, he assured himself,
so that he could enjoy one bit of
information the investigating officers 
would not know. Certainly
not. A charge as false as it was
malicious...
The front door practically
lumped into the hallway under the
crash of official fists. McGann took
a deep breath. "J. Edgar Hoover
be with me," be said, and opened it.
Deputy Chief inspector Comedus 
Patriot O'Callahan peered out
from beneath jutting brows that
were like white cotton tufts pasted
on a clock of pink wood. He
drummed with heavy square fingers 
on the desk of to late Ronnie 
Tompkins.
The deceased." he asked McGann 
again, "mentioned no
games?"
"No names inspector." McGann
said for the seventh time. He heard
the clock in the front hall chime
the half hour and be looked at his
watch—9:30. For almost three
hours, this had been going on.
O'Callahan and his men had
clamped a steel grip on the Tompkins 
residence within minutes of
their arrival. Men had deployed
everywhere with remarkable speed.
Already, one had struck his head
smartly on a basement girder, and
a colleague had twisted his ankle
on the root.
But these minor mishaps detracted 
not a bit from b smooth
display of efficiency.
The official police photographers
had photographed the body from
at least, nine different angles. Fingerprint 
men had dusted every
conceivable adjoining art gallery, One had
picked up the pistol near the open
window by inserting a thin steel
 into tee barrel, not touching
the weapon itself with his hands,
he had snared the ejected shell

in the same way. They had gone
to the ballistics department.
Only a large irregular stain now
showed where the body of Ronald
Tompkins had lain. The assistant
medical examiner, a dark little
man with gold-rimmed spectacles,
had pronounced Tompkins dead of
a bullet wound in the back.
The gun had been held rather
close, he said moodily, pointing to
the powder burns on the clothing.
Then he had supervisee the removal 
of the remains to Bellevue
morgue where It was at mat moment 
being posted. The flashbulbs
of the newspaper photographers
outside had gone off in a dazzling
chain reaction when the stretcher
was carried to the dead wagon.
O'Callahan's heavy fingers
paused in mid-air. He withdrew
his steely blue gaze from McGann.
wiped it across the drapes and
used it neatly to impale Frazier
Farwell, who jumped. The radio
man now was wearing fawn-colored 
slacks, a soft shirt and a plaid
sport coat which accentuated the
putty-tike color of his skin.
"And all you know, Mr. Farwell,
is that Solly Spanish asked you
about the layout of this house and
whether Mr. Tompkins had said
when he would go south?"
Farwell nodded unhappily. "1—1
Just thought I ought to tell Ronnie," 
he croaked. "He was always
decent to me."
The inspector's voice was edged.
"You're sure. Mr. Farwell, that you
didn't let your imagination get the
better of you—so that Tompkins.
might feel obligated and react accordingly?" 

A dun flush crept up above the
collar of the sports shirt. But if
Farwell had considered a sharp
answer, he seemingly thought better 
of It He said, "No."
O'Callahan signed thoughtfully:
the cottony eyebrows drew together. 
"Ail right," he said. "Both of
you can go. And let me give a
word of warning."
He gave considerably more than
a word. He began by acknowledging 
the Splendid record of Mr. McGann 
in the Washington service
with which he was personally familiar. 
He touched upon the
straightforward account of affairs
that they had given. He mentioned
that he would be truly grieved if
through carelessness they exposed
themselves to the murdered of
Tompkins, and thereby increased
the work of the department.
In conclusion, he would like to
see them at the inquest set for the
following day. Meanwhile, they
were to discuss the case with no
one And, oh yes—one more point.
Any boarding or fast trains, speedy
ocean liners or transcontinental
planes would be viewed with the
deepest suspicion and alarm. "I
wouldn't want to have to lock you
up in the Tombs as material witnesses," 
He said in a voice which
indicated that he would tike nothing 
better. Then he rose. "I'll Bee
you to the door."
His broad back preceded them
down the Hallway, how brightly
lighted by a strong bulb dug up
by a patrolman in the storage
room. The inspector opened the
door and an equally broad back in
blue moved aside on the front
stoop, instantly, half a dozen
flashbulbs went off.
Several men and women, who
had been sitting on the front steps.
jumped up and moved toward the
door. Leading was an elderly man
in a derby and a dusty coat.
"How about it inspector?" he
said testily. "I've got a deadline

in half an hour."
The inspector glared sourly at
the ladles and gentlemen of the
press. "I'll have a statement in
five minutes," he said.
One of the girls said. "Nuts." A
dark young man with sharp features 
beneath a crumpled fedora
shoved his face forward "We want
a look around inside." he said.
"Our photographers want some inside 
shots. We haven't—"
McGann stepped back so that
they would not see him. Farwell.
too, remained in the shadows
"Five minutes," inspector O'Callahan 
promised. He moved back
and closed the door. "You can't
go out mat way."
In the end, they went down the
back fire-escape to the courtyard.
McGann noticed how quickly and
quietly the from extension went up
They passed through the next-door
service hall to the front McGann
looked closely but saw nothing. He
and Farwell walked rapidly west
toward the park, heads down, ats
pulled low over their eyes.
At Fifth Avenue, they stopped
Farwell seemed to have developed
a slight tremor that moved in
waves from his head to his toes
"Going south?" the radio man
asked. "I've just pot time to get
to my hotel and lasso my nerves
way I feel now no record would
be safe with me."
He held out a quivering 
which McGann found alarmingly
cold. The detective shook it and
said reassuringly. "You'll be all
right. If you find time, play a
little early Lombardo for me."
Farwell grinned weakly. But the
request seemed to buck mm up.
"Glad to," be said. He waved
wildly at a southbound cab which
Stopped suddenly.
"Go ahead," McGann said. "I'm
walking a bit."
Farwell darted across the street,
and the cab door slammed behind
him. The cab had hardly pulled
away before the detective noticed
a dark car without markings swing
around the corner, and glide after
it. Two men sat stolidly in the
front seal, their eyes on the can
The detective smiled grimly.
There was nothing, He thought like
the trust of a forthright character
such as Deputy Inspector C. P.
O'Caltahan. "Twas a thing to warm
the hardest heart, and sure wouldn't
make you worship, the ground
they'd throw in his face some day.
He wondered how many men
were tailing him. Probably two
at least. They'd sit in the car unless 
he clucked into a subway and
then one would nave to hit the
pavement." The other would hang
around a while, then go back to
headquarters and wait for contact
to be re-established.
McGann walked south. The night
air was clean and cool From the
corner of his eye, he saw another
car pull around into Fifth and
slide to the curb across the street.
Shadow the shadow, he thought.
He glanced at, his wrist-watch,
as he passed under a street light.
If was 9:50 The Fifty-Ninth
Street plaza was just three blocks
away and he had ten minutes. The
way Chary Jones Had looked at
him, he could have fifty years.
Still, she might show up. And
certainly he wanted to talk to her
alone. Before O'Callahan or any
of his lieutenants got there. She
might know something important
without even realizing it. Had
Tompkins really loved her? Had
he confided anything to her? Had
she loved him?

Copyright by Well Publishing Co.
Distributed by King Features Syndicate.

HEADLINES & BYLINES
BY SILAS P. WASHINGTON
"We face, though, in different
forms, the problems that have existed 
since times beginning— the
problems of morals, of manners, of
government and religion."
James Hilton in THIS WEEK,
August 5, 1951.
In view of Sen. Kefauver's passages 
from CRIME IN AMERICA,
Inez Robbs' article, "Creed in Athletics 
School Be Expected," obvious
laxness in Washington and the
life, it should be clear to even the
casual observer that the above
lines are very appropriate.
An interesting phase of this is
that none of us
want to be bothered 
and that we
want the easy
and pleasant way
out. Probably It
am as bad in this
respect as anyone 
else. However, 
we should
keep in mind the
doctrine of compensation. We pay
in one way or another for everything, 
and there is no escape from
this principle.
Even, though we do not like
these difficulties we cannot help
but suspect that they are inevitable. 
As I recall my studies of the
lives of great men, I see very plainly 
that all of them had their difficulties 
in their, days. Careers of
such men as Moses, Columbus,
Washington, Lincoln, Booker T.
Washington and the like show that
they encouraged their difficult
problems throughout their lives.
Such illustrations would seem to
indicate the universality of difficult 
problems.
On the other hand, problemsrather 
the recognition of suchstimulate 
us to think and to do
our best. Men do not spontaneously 
think without being prodded.
It is the perception of difficulties

that spurs us on.
Also these difficulties show unmistakably 
that something is wrong
and that rectification is in order.
For example, a man in the street
only a very few people- preachers
included- who live by the spirit as
well as the letter of the "Ten Commandments." 
That is a terrible indictment; 
and yet, I suspect that
tell right. In addition, another
man told me that everyone - himself 
included, is looking to governnent 
to help him "make" an easy
living. If these men are right (and
I believe they are) can you wonder 
that we have these problems?
In consequence of these attitudes,
my belief is that we cannot look
for anything but such problems. In
fact, I believe that they are largely
of our making. If that is true, we
ourselves are to be blamed, and we
ourselves will have to atone for
them.

MART OF THOUGHT
One day last week as things will
happen in the course of human
events a relative of mine, became
ill and the car was being used to
take her home from the hospital
so leaving the office I walked
around to the Yellow Bus station
to ride a bus out to Brown. Sugar
Hill. The Yellow bus routes stem
many directions into the county
and there at the corner of Union
and Third, I saw this jim-crow
business at its worst. Amid the
feverish activity I noticed that there
were two lines of passengers spearheaded 
from the door of each bus;
one white and the other Negro. The
Barretville bus, the one that passes 
my door, had about twenty-five
Negroes and twenty whites in the
lines. When the driver opened the
door the white passengers began to
board and not until they were all
seated was a single Negro allowed
to get on. I might add that the Negroes 
paid full fare too. There were
five seats left for the colored passengers 
and the rest were standing
when the bus left the station. Of
course by that time I had decided
either to cross the street and ride
a Greyhound or spend the night in
the city. Turning to an elderly

gentleman who stood nearby I asked 
if that was the usual procedure
and he said yes, although it was
not always so. He explained that
when the route was first started
several years ago the first passengers 
formed a line and those coming 
later stood behind them but–
the Negroes started to form a line
of their own and so it happened.
As I walked back to the car line I
kept thinking how we segregate
ourselves in so many ways, unwittingly 
perhaps but true. Look
around you the next time you are
waiting for a trolley and see that
every colored person who walks up
to the stop will automatically stand
beside another one. The only thing
necessary is to stand within the
loading zone. There are times
when it is a contribution to the deplorable 
situation we would like to
see changed.
If the Negroes would refuse to
ride the busses they can board only
after the whites have taken the
seats when they were there first,
some changes would be made because
the business needs the reveune.
Preview for next week:
Starr McKinney, the tall, tan,
terrific Society reported on WDIA.

MEALTIME MELODIES!
BY MISS GRACE WATSON
Which of the three essentials oil
life would you say are more important? 
An architect would say shelter; 
a clothing designer would say
clothing; But me? I'd say fond
every time.
To support my argument, I'd refer 
to the Bible. . .back in the
days of Adam and Eve and the forbidden 
fruit Yes, the first we hear
of Adam and Eve they were eating
and getting into a world of trouble.
Maybe that is why so many of us
have poor eating habits today. But
no, let's not blame Adam and Eve
for this.
Who can we
blame? Do people
inherit their food
dislikes as they
do the color of
their eyes and
the size of their
feet? Well, let's
see? Have you
ever watched a
baby when offered 
a new food?
He spits it out
and pushes the
spoon away. That
is his way of saying, "I don't like
it." He doesn't like it because it's
new. He isn't used to the consistency 
and flavor after drinking milk
and other fluid foods since birth.
Believe it or not, few of us like
a food until we get used to it The
baby learns to like one new food at
a time. If the parents are smart,
they will keep offering him new
foods until he has learned to like

a variety of foods. The child will
want to try the foods he sees his
parents enjoy. But If papa, says' he
doesn't like this food and Mama
says it makes her sick, the child will
begin to make a fuss about his food
too.
Children will not learn to like
and enjoy a food if they are forced
to eat it. The healthy child who
plays out doors in fresh air and sunshine 
and who does not eat between
meals will be hungry at mealtime.
He will be willing to try a new food
if only a small amount is put on his
plate and he is not urged to eat it.
Anyone will eat with a better appetite 
in pleasant surroundings.
Family arguments, stories of the
children's naughtyness for the day.
promises of punishments, etc.,
should be parked outside" the dining 
room door. Is your dining room
a courtroom?
Make eating an adventure, it is
never too late to develop good eating 
habits. When we say, "I don't
like that," What we mean is, "I've
never learned to eat that and I'm
so set in my ways, that" I'm not going 
to try it now."
If you are guilty of saying that,
you are getting old. Only old dogs
can't learn new tricks.
To help the family develop good
food habits the Memphis Dairy
Council is offering a free booklet,
"What a Woman Can Do With
Meals." Write or call for your booklet; 
the address is Memphis Dairy
Council 135 N. Pauline Street . . .
Phone 8-7303.

AND SO BAD HABITS BEGIN
BY MISS GRACE WATSON
Which of the three essentials oil
life would you say are more important? 
An architect would say shelter; 
a clothing designer would say
clothing; But me? I'd say fond
every time.
To support my argument, I'd refer 
to the Bible. . .back in the
days of Adam and Eve and the forbidden 
fruit Yes, the first we hear
of Adam and Eve they were eating
and getting into a world of trouble.
Maybe that is why so many of us
have poor eating habits today. But
no, let's not blame Adam and Eve
for this.
Who can we
blame? Do people
inherit their food
dislikes as they
do the color of
their eyes and
the size of their
feet? Well, let's
see? Have you
ever watched a
baby when offered 
a new food?
He spits it out
and pushes the
spoon away. That
is his way of saying, "I don't like
it." He doesn't like it because it's
new. He isn't used to the consistency 
and flavor after drinking milk
and other fluid foods since birth.
Believe it or not, few of us like
a food until we get used to it The
baby learns to like one new food at
a time. If the parents are smart,
they will keep offering him new
foods until he has learned to like

a variety of foods. The child will
want to try the foods he sees his
parents enjoy. But If papa, says' he
doesn't like this food and Mama
says it makes her sick, the child will
begin to make a fuss about his food
too.
Children will not learn to like
and enjoy a food if they are forced
to eat it. The healthy child who
plays out doors in fresh air and sunshine 
and who does not eat between
meals will be hungry at mealtime.
He will be willing to try a new food
if only a small amount is put on his
plate and he is not urged to eat it.
Anyone will eat with a better appetite 
in pleasant surroundings.
Family arguments, stories of the
children's naughtyness for the day.
promises of punishments, etc.,
should be parked outside" the dining 
room door. Is your dining room
a courtroom?
Make eating an adventure, it is
never too late to develop good eating 
habits. When we say, "I don't
like that," What we mean is, "I've
never learned to eat that and I'm
so set in my ways, that" I'm not going 
to try it now."
If you are guilty of saying that,
you are getting old. Only old dogs
can't learn new tricks.
To help the family develop good
food habits the Memphis Dairy
Council is offering a free booklet,
"What a Woman Can Do With
Meals." Write or call for your booklet; 
the address is Memphis Dairy
Council 135 N. Pauline Street . . .
Phone 8-7303.

505 Korean War Dead Being Returned
To U. S. From Far East Command
The bodies of 505 Americans who
lost their lives as a result of the
fighting in Korea are being returned 
to the United States aboard the
Lynn Victory the Department of
Defense announced today.
The ship is expected to arrive
the San-Francisco Port of Embarkation 
on or about August 12.
Next of kin concerned have been
notified of the imminent arrival or
the vessel. The bodies will be sent
with an escort to the point designated 
by each individual next of
kin.
"Included in the list of dead being
returned are:
Private Wilmer. L, Alley, husband 
of Mrs. Alberta H. Alley,
Route 4 Waynesboro.
Corporal Doyle R. Brown, son of
Mrs. Hester Brown, RR-1. Old Fort.
Corporal Eulis G. Grace, son of
Mrs. Ellen Berry, Rt-5, Box 460,
Johnson City.
Private First Class James W.
Hunter, son of Mrs. Pearl H. Mitchell, 
10 Berrien St, Nashville.
Private Hershel B Mayes, son or
Mrs. Hershel B. Mayes, 401 Glass
Private First Class Robert. E.
St., Mount Pleasant.
Mitchell, son of Frank B. Mitchell,
43 South Idlewilde, Memphis.
Corporal James O. Pace, husband 
of Mrs. Faye R. Pace, 597
Eva. Memphis.
Corporal Henry C. Swindell, husband, 
of Mrs. Myrtle G. Swindell.
Quebeck.
Corporal Porter W. Taylor, son
of Albert F. Taylor, 905 Crescent
St., Morristown.
Private First Class Roy S. Underwood, 
son of George B. Underwood,
1920 East 31st St., Chattanooga.
MARINE CORPS:
Segeant Thomas J. Leaver, son
of Mr. and Mrs. Horace A. Leaver,
3040 Nolensville Rd., Nashville
Private First Class William E.
Lee, son of Mr. and Mrs. Webster
D. Lee, Rt. 1, Hieskel.
Private William O. Blakely, son
of Mr. and Mrs. William U. Blakely. 
RFD 4, Trenton.
Corporal Harry C. Vineyard, husband 
of Mrs. Rachel B. Vineyard,
John B St., Nashville.

TENNESSEE
ARMY:
The bodies of 505 Americans who
lost their lives as a result of the
fighting in Korea are being returned 
to the United States aboard the
Lynn Victory the Department of
Defense announced today.
The ship is expected to arrive
the San-Francisco Port of Embarkation 
on or about August 12.
Next of kin concerned have been
notified of the imminent arrival or
the vessel. The bodies will be sent
with an escort to the point designated 
by each individual next of
kin.
"Included in the list of dead being
returned are:
Private Wilmer. L, Alley, husband 
of Mrs. Alberta H. Alley,
Route 4 Waynesboro.
Corporal Doyle R. Brown, son of
Mrs. Hester Brown, RR-1. Old Fort.
Corporal Eulis G. Grace, son of
Mrs. Ellen Berry, Rt-5, Box 460,
Johnson City.
Private First Class James W.
Hunter, son of Mrs. Pearl H. Mitchell, 
10 Berrien St, Nashville.
Private Hershel B Mayes, son or
Mrs. Hershel B. Mayes, 401 Glass
Private First Class Robert. E.
St., Mount Pleasant.
Mitchell, son of Frank B. Mitchell,
43 South Idlewilde, Memphis.
Corporal James O. Pace, husband 
of Mrs. Faye R. Pace, 597
Eva. Memphis.
Corporal Henry C. Swindell, husband, 
of Mrs. Myrtle G. Swindell.
Quebeck.
Corporal Porter W. Taylor, son
of Albert F. Taylor, 905 Crescent
St., Morristown.
Private First Class Roy S. Underwood, 
son of George B. Underwood,
1920 East 31st St., Chattanooga.
MARINE CORPS:
Segeant Thomas J. Leaver, son
of Mr. and Mrs. Horace A. Leaver,
3040 Nolensville Rd., Nashville
Private First Class William E.
Lee, son of Mr. and Mrs. Webster
D. Lee, Rt. 1, Hieskel.
Private William O. Blakely, son
of Mr. and Mrs. William U. Blakely. 
RFD 4, Trenton.
Corporal Harry C. Vineyard, husband 
of Mrs. Rachel B. Vineyard,
John B St., Nashville.

WOUNDED
ARMY:
The bodies of 505 Americans who
lost their lives as a result of the
fighting in Korea are being returned 
to the United States aboard the
Lynn Victory the Department of
Defense announced today.
The ship is expected to arrive
the San-Francisco Port of Embarkation 
on or about August 12.
Next of kin concerned have been
notified of the imminent arrival or
the vessel. The bodies will be sent
with an escort to the point designated 
by each individual next of
kin.
"Included in the list of dead being
returned are:
Private Wilmer. L, Alley, husband 
of Mrs. Alberta H. Alley,
Route 4 Waynesboro.
Corporal Doyle R. Brown, son of
Mrs. Hester Brown, RR-1. Old Fort.
Corporal Eulis G. Grace, son of
Mrs. Ellen Berry, Rt-5, Box 460,
Johnson City.
Private First Class James W.
Hunter, son of Mrs. Pearl H. Mitchell, 
10 Berrien St, Nashville.
Private Hershel B Mayes, son or
Mrs. Hershel B. Mayes, 401 Glass
Private First Class Robert. E.
St., Mount Pleasant.
Mitchell, son of Frank B. Mitchell,
43 South Idlewilde, Memphis.
Corporal James O. Pace, husband 
of Mrs. Faye R. Pace, 597
Eva. Memphis.
Corporal Henry C. Swindell, husband, 
of Mrs. Myrtle G. Swindell.
Quebeck.
Corporal Porter W. Taylor, son
of Albert F. Taylor, 905 Crescent
St., Morristown.
Private First Class Roy S. Underwood, 
son of George B. Underwood,
1920 East 31st St., Chattanooga.
MARINE CORPS:
Segeant Thomas J. Leaver, son
of Mr. and Mrs. Horace A. Leaver,
3040 Nolensville Rd., Nashville
Private First Class William E.
Lee, son of Mr. and Mrs. Webster
D. Lee, Rt. 1, Hieskel.
Private William O. Blakely, son
of Mr. and Mrs. William U. Blakely. 
RFD 4, Trenton.
Corporal Harry C. Vineyard, husband 
of Mrs. Rachel B. Vineyard,
John B St., Nashville.

INJURED
ARMY:
The bodies of 505 Americans who
lost their lives as a result of the
fighting in Korea are being returned 
to the United States aboard the
Lynn Victory the Department of
Defense announced today.
The ship is expected to arrive
the San-Francisco Port of Embarkation 
on or about August 12.
Next of kin concerned have been
notified of the imminent arrival or
the vessel. The bodies will be sent
with an escort to the point designated 
by each individual next of
kin.
"Included in the list of dead being
returned are:
Private Wilmer. L, Alley, husband 
of Mrs. Alberta H. Alley,
Route 4 Waynesboro.
Corporal Doyle R. Brown, son of
Mrs. Hester Brown, RR-1. Old Fort.
Corporal Eulis G. Grace, son of
Mrs. Ellen Berry, Rt-5, Box 460,
Johnson City.
Private First Class James W.
Hunter, son of Mrs. Pearl H. Mitchell, 
10 Berrien St, Nashville.
Private Hershel B Mayes, son or
Mrs. Hershel B. Mayes, 401 Glass
Private First Class Robert. E.
St., Mount Pleasant.
Mitchell, son of Frank B. Mitchell,
43 South Idlewilde, Memphis.
Corporal James O. Pace, husband 
of Mrs. Faye R. Pace, 597
Eva. Memphis.
Corporal Henry C. Swindell, husband, 
of Mrs. Myrtle G. Swindell.
Quebeck.
Corporal Porter W. Taylor, son
of Albert F. Taylor, 905 Crescent
St., Morristown.
Private First Class Roy S. Underwood, 
son of George B. Underwood,
1920 East 31st St., Chattanooga.
MARINE CORPS:
Segeant Thomas J. Leaver, son
of Mr. and Mrs. Horace A. Leaver,
3040 Nolensville Rd., Nashville
Private First Class William E.
Lee, son of Mr. and Mrs. Webster
D. Lee, Rt. 1, Hieskel.
Private William O. Blakely, son
of Mr. and Mrs. William U. Blakely. 
RFD 4, Trenton.
Corporal Harry C. Vineyard, husband 
of Mrs. Rachel B. Vineyard,
John B St., Nashville.

AME Church Ranks Third In
Protestant Church Member Gain
The
African Methodist Episcopal church
had the third largest net gain in
membership of all of the protestant
churches during 1950. according to
the current issue of Christian
Herald.
The magazine's annual report on
the state of churches stated that
membership in the AME church
grew by 100,000 persons, which was
nearly 10 per cent. Only the Southern 
Baptist, and the Methodist
church, first and second respectively, 
exceeded this, net gain. The
Methodist church has some Negroes
as members However, the Southern
Baptist is all white.
The National Baptist Convention,
U. S. A. Inc., has the third largest 
membership of all protestant
churches in the country. The National 
Baptist Convention of America 
is fourth, the AME church 12th;
the AME Zion, 20th; the Colored
M. E. 22nd: Colored Primitive
Baptist, 59th; Colored Cumberland

Presbyterian, 71st, and the Independent 
Negro, 97th.
Negro churches, other than the
AME which showed an increase ineluded: 

National Baptist Convention, Inc.,
U. S. A., 4385,206 to 4,445,605; National 
Baptist Convention of America, 
2,594,789 to 2,595,789; African
Melodist Episcopal Zion, 529,175 to
588,000.
Churches whose report showed
no increase included:
Colored Methodist Episcopal with
381,000; Independent Negro, 12,337;
Primitive Baptist, with 43,897:
Colored Cumberland Presbyterian,
30,000. These figures probably represent 
the last poll taken.
Churches of all faiths reported a
total net gain of 2,950,987, bringing
the total membership to 85,705,280.
This represents, an unparreled
55.9 per cent of the U. S. population. 

This increase compared favorably
with the over-all increase in population. 
The population increased
1.67 per cent, while the church
membership increased 3.56 percent.
The number of congregations had
a net increase of 3,214, which was
a little better than half of the
figure for the previous year"
The report pointed out that
major faiths continued in about
the same proportion to each other
Protestants are still in the lead
with 58.5 per cent; the Catholics
are next with 33.2 per cent and
8.3 per cent accounts for all
others.
The non-protestant churches had
35,621,412 members in 1950 as compared 
to 34,079,470 for 1949.

City Beautiful
Group To Picnic
At BWHS Stadium
Five hundred guests representing
volunteers who have worked through
nit the year in the many activities
if the City Beautiful Commission
will attend the annual picnic at 8
P. M. Tuesday at Booker T. Washington 
Stadium.
Following a picnic supper, icecold 
watermelon, donated by the
Honorable E. H. Crump, will be
served. The 1951 Bronze Queen, Alberta 
Marie Mickens and her two
princesses, Lois Isabel and Dorothy
Bailey will attend.
Honorable William C. Bateman,
guest speaker, will talk on "Memphis. 
A. City of Education." Special
guests will be Mr. and Mrs. William
B. Fowler, and Mr. and Mrs. E. C.
Stimbert.
Lt. George W. Lee will also speak
on "Making Memphis Beautiful."
Rev. L. S. Sledge will give the invocation 
and musical selections will be
presented by the Booker T. Washington 
band. Professor Blair T.
Hunt will preside.

Young People's
Day At Avery
Chapel Sunday
Young people of Avery Chapel A.
M. E. Church, Rev. E. M. Johnson,
pastor, will carry out their Annual
Young People's Day observance this
coming Sunday, August 19th. Invited 
as guest participants are seven
well known young community leaders, 
including Rev. William Fields
Jr. assistant pastor of Eastern Baptist 
Church, who will deliver a special 
message during the morning
worship.
In the afternoon Sunday there
will be a symposium featuring brief
talks by Dr. C. H. Shelby, Jr., who
will discuss medicine; Harold Whalum, 
business; Atty. Benjamin
Hooks, law; and Rev. W. Williams,
Jr. religion.
The public at large is invited to
attend.

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