Memphis World Memphis World Publishing Co. 1958-10-15 Thaddeus T. Stokes MEMPHIS WORLD AMERICAN'S STANDARD RACE JOURNAL The South's Oldest and Leading Colored Semi-Weekly Newspaper Published by MEMPHIS WORLD PUBLISHING CO. Every WEDNESDAY and SATURDAY at 546 BEALE — Ph. 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 $1.50 (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 things against the interest of its readers. The Episcopal Church Takes A Liberal Stand In its meeting at Miami, Florida, the House of Bishops of the Episcopal Church went on record as taking a stand on the side of the integration of the schools and expressed itself within the confines of those supporters of the Constitution of the United States. To this end the House unanimously adopted a resolution, favoring integration of the races at all levels of church and civil life. To its everlasting credit and its record for Christian piety, there was little discussion when the resolution came before the bishops for a vote. Noticeably, the resolution was amended to make the word "church" precede the word "civil." Which says in other words the bishops felt that the church should lead in such movements. The resolution comes up for a final vote in the House of Deputies Oct. 17th, where passage has been predicted. An outstanding feature in the resolution was its call on all Episcopalians to have such Christian attitudes as will prevent prejudice and promote mutual trust. Thusly, the House of Bishops of the Episcopal Church has made known its position on a question so perplexing at this time; it has had the bold courage to make a stroke in defense of law and humanity worthy of other Christian bodies taking notice. The church could wield a more powerful influence in the registration of its efforts and good offices just now in the direction of law and justice. Taps For Pope Pius XII, The "Modern Prince Of Peace" The passing of Pope Plus XII removes from the world scene, not only a powerful and devout religious factor, but one of the greatest symbols of peace of our time. He came upon the scene some nineteen years ago in the Papacy and no other character during his time made such an impressive and vigorous sentiment on the forum of peace and goodwill to men. In his ripe years of 82, he was stricken with illness which caused his death. He lived during one of the most troubled rimes of civilization. At the time of his passing the world was seething in wars and uprisings of racial tension. There, were still those wars of cold structure following immediately upon the heels of two hot wars. The world was engulfed in that conflagration which still threatens the well-being of civilization. He devoted his big life to the ends of bringing about a real peace. From the headquarters of the Papacy at Rome, he was heard around the universe and on numerous occasions the world showed the timely spirit and sane judgment of listening to what he had to send down the ages to the end of securing a lasting peace. He was called the "modern" Pope because he was said to be the first to use such modern gadgets as riding planes, shaving with electric razors, appearing over TV and the use of many other newly discovered enterprises which in former times would have been frowned upon by high religious author ity as "worldly things." So, along with his religious contributions, Pope Pius will be long remembered and endeared to future generations as the apostle of Goodwill, the devout liberator and the modern "Prince of Peace." Wife Sought As firing one shot. Pellets are alleged to have struck Mrs. Byrd and a Service station attendant, but neither was seriously injured. When escorted to his cell, Byrd reportedly asked his captors if there was any water around Underwood said he was told that there was water. Several hours later prison guards were summoned to Byrd's cell where they allegedly found him vomiting. He was taken to Walton County Hospital here, treated and returned to his cell, Underwood said. At about midnight Byrd was found dead in his cell. Underwood said an autopsy was immediately performed. The dead man's parents, Mr. and Mrs. Ewell Byrd, Sr., have signed a warrant for the arrest of Byrd's wife, police said. However, the woman had not been apprehended early Saturday. Underwood said Byrd told police that his wife poisoned him. He was quoted as saying poison was in water which be drank at his home. A crime lab doctor said drinking water at the Byrd residence was examined, and no trace of poison were found. However, the investigation is apparently continuing. Mrs. Byrd reportedly told poilce she was packing her clothes when her husband become angry and chased her with a shotgun. As she dashed into a service station, Byrd fired, Chief Underwood reported. Several pellets struck her in the hip and leg and hit the service station worker. Byrd, who was recently discharged from military service, will be funeralized at 3 p. m. today in the Good Hope Baptist Church several miles from Monroe. WARRANT FOR WIFE'S ARREST firing one shot. Pellets are alleged to have struck Mrs. Byrd and a Service station attendant, but neither was seriously injured. When escorted to his cell, Byrd reportedly asked his captors if there was any water around Underwood said he was told that there was water. Several hours later prison guards were summoned to Byrd's cell where they allegedly found him vomiting. He was taken to Walton County Hospital here, treated and returned to his cell, Underwood said. At about midnight Byrd was found dead in his cell. Underwood said an autopsy was immediately performed. The dead man's parents, Mr. and Mrs. Ewell Byrd, Sr., have signed a warrant for the arrest of Byrd's wife, police said. However, the woman had not been apprehended early Saturday. Underwood said Byrd told police that his wife poisoned him. He was quoted as saying poison was in water which be drank at his home. A crime lab doctor said drinking water at the Byrd residence was examined, and no trace of poison were found. However, the investigation is apparently continuing. Mrs. Byrd reportedly told poilce she was packing her clothes when her husband become angry and chased her with a shotgun. As she dashed into a service station, Byrd fired, Chief Underwood reported. Several pellets struck her in the hip and leg and hit the service station worker. Byrd, who was recently discharged from military service, will be funeralized at 3 p. m. today in the Good Hope Baptist Church several miles from Monroe. WISHING WELL Registered U. S. Patent Office. H 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 letters in your first name. If the number of letters is 6 or more, subtract 4. If 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. Insurance Firms advantage, and to compete in the entire market, not only Negro, but white as well. The Board of Directors of our great company should continue to explore the field for new opportunities similar to this one." Supreme Liberty Life, now in its 37th year and with 34 branch offices, in 29 cities from coast to coast, reinsured the Friendship Mutual and Diamond Mutual Insurance Companies of Detroit. Michigan, earlier this year. The firm has nearly 600 employees. Dunbar has seven branch offices and approximately 75 employees. Dunbar brings to the merger 13 million dollars of insurance inforce, including an Accident and Health section, which will make Supreme Liberty life's total insurance inforce more than 140 million. Combined assets will exceed 22 million. Ratification of the respective boards' approval of the merger, by the stockholders of each company is expected at early meetings. Final approval by the Insurance Departments of Illinois and Ohio will enable the actual mechanics of the merger to be completed by Jan. 1. 1959. NATO council makes little progress on Cyprus. Guard divvision to get atomic reorganization. MY WEEKLY SERMON REV. BLAIR T. HUNT PASTOR MISSISSIPPI BLVD. CHRISTIAN CHURCH TEXT: "Husbands, love your wives... wives, reverence your husband." Eph. 5:22-25. Our text is a recipe for a happy home. The fundamental institution of our civilization is the home. There is only one foundation upon which a happy home can rest — and that foundation is love. Love, and love alone, can create the atmosphere of that sanctuary which we call home. The Ladies Aid Society asked an old bachelor to speak at their social function, on the subject, "Woman! Without Her, Man Would Be A Savage." When the hour arrived he arose, and said: "The ladies have furnished my theme for this evening. The wording of it runs, 'Woman Without Her Man," Would Be A Savage." He wondered why they laughed. It is true he had altered the meaning by his change of punctuation, but I am sure there is much truth in both of the statements. God felt that Adam was not complete without his helpmate... and God ought to know. Marriage is a partnership. "I take thee to be my wedded wife, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better for worse. for richer or for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish till death us do part." No more sacred pledge has ever passed, the lips of any man in the sealing of an earthly contract. In this sacred partnership there is the man, the maker of the living. It is his part to support the home, to maintain his wife and babies, to plan, to work, to toil for others to spend his life in service for her whom he has selected from all the noble women of the world, to be her constant companion in joy or sorrow, to be such a father to her children as the children can honor. The woman is the maker of the home. Not merely a housekeeper but a home maker. And there is every difference between the, two. The most important thing about a home is not the house, not the furnishing. The vital thing is an atmosphere. The woman creates the atmosphere. Create an atmosphere in which the children love to play, and in it their characters are molded for useful citizenship in years to be and in eternity itself. It is the womans duly to create an atmosphere where the husband can find relaxation and joy. Here are some don'ts for husbands. Don't treat the wife as though she were your slave. Don't assume the right of being sole treasurer. Don't fail to be courteous and thoughtful. Don't forget her birthday, her anniversary. And wives don't neglect your home. Don't be extravagant. Don't live with relatives, if you can avoid it. And finally, let me say to both, be cheerful, be happy, count your blessings, and thank God. But above all if you would have a happy home, make the spirit of Jesus Christ a functioning and guiding ideal at the center of the home life. We must dedicate our homes to God. If there be children in the home, may this be the prayer of mother and dad after die young ones have gone to bed: "They are asleep, O God, and we are tired. Make us all we want them to be, strong and true and great hearted. Let us mend their souls as well as attend to their bodies. Help us to learn the secret of trust in thee from their trust in us." From these admonitions come happy homes. A Happy Home REV. BLAIR T. HUNT PASTOR MISSISSIPPI BLVD. CHRISTIAN CHURCH TEXT: "Husbands, love your wives... wives, reverence your husband." Eph. 5:22-25. Our text is a recipe for a happy home. The fundamental institution of our civilization is the home. There is only one foundation upon which a happy home can rest — and that foundation is love. Love, and love alone, can create the atmosphere of that sanctuary which we call home. The Ladies Aid Society asked an old bachelor to speak at their social function, on the subject, "Woman! Without Her, Man Would Be A Savage." When the hour arrived he arose, and said: "The ladies have furnished my theme for this evening. The wording of it runs, 'Woman Without Her Man," Would Be A Savage." He wondered why they laughed. It is true he had altered the meaning by his change of punctuation, but I am sure there is much truth in both of the statements. God felt that Adam was not complete without his helpmate... and God ought to know. Marriage is a partnership. "I take thee to be my wedded wife, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better for worse. for richer or for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish till death us do part." No more sacred pledge has ever passed, the lips of any man in the sealing of an earthly contract. In this sacred partnership there is the man, the maker of the living. It is his part to support the home, to maintain his wife and babies, to plan, to work, to toil for others to spend his life in service for her whom he has selected from all the noble women of the world, to be her constant companion in joy or sorrow, to be such a father to her children as the children can honor. The woman is the maker of the home. Not merely a housekeeper but a home maker. And there is every difference between the, two. The most important thing about a home is not the house, not the furnishing. The vital thing is an atmosphere. The woman creates the atmosphere. Create an atmosphere in which the children love to play, and in it their characters are molded for useful citizenship in years to be and in eternity itself. It is the womans duly to create an atmosphere where the husband can find relaxation and joy. Here are some don'ts for husbands. Don't treat the wife as though she were your slave. Don't assume the right of being sole treasurer. Don't fail to be courteous and thoughtful. Don't forget her birthday, her anniversary. And wives don't neglect your home. Don't be extravagant. Don't live with relatives, if you can avoid it. And finally, let me say to both, be cheerful, be happy, count your blessings, and thank God. But above all if you would have a happy home, make the spirit of Jesus Christ a functioning and guiding ideal at the center of the home life. We must dedicate our homes to God. If there be children in the home, may this be the prayer of mother and dad after die young ones have gone to bed: "They are asleep, O God, and we are tired. Make us all we want them to be, strong and true and great hearted. Let us mend their souls as well as attend to their bodies. Help us to learn the secret of trust in thee from their trust in us." From these admonitions come happy homes. Rev. Patterson Rev. Patterson. Afforts to contact several deacons of the church failed. The well known singers, Pattersonire, was named in honor of Rev. Patterson. St. Louis Court scheduled a hearing on that date to determine whether Judge Miller had erred in refusing to enjoin the Little Rock school board from leasing the four schools to a hastily formed private corporation. In its brief filed in the Court of Appeals Friday the Justice Department contended that Judge Miller was in error in dismissing the. NAACP's motion for an injunction against the school board and he should be reversed. "This is not a case for convening a three-judge court, since no challenge is made to the constitutionality of 1875 act of the State of Arkansas," the Justice Department said. The 1875 act of the Arkansas legislature authorized school boards to permit a private school to be taught in a schoolhouse during such time as the school building is not occupied by a public school. "The Supreme Court's decision of Sept. 29 in this case makes it entirely clear that the leasing transaction sought to be joined is invalid as a device t rustrate and evade the District Court's prior orders in this case and to "deprive the eligible Negro students of their adjudicated Constitutional rights," the Justice Department said. The Court of Appeals was, urged to direct the Federal District Court to issue such further decrees as may be necessary and proper to assure that the "adjudicated" constitutional rights of Little Rock colored children "shall be fully enforced and not obstructed or interfered with in any manner by any person, public or private in order to bring an end to obstructionist actions which have no legal sanction but which nontheless can produce needless further litigation and further delay" in affording colored children their constitutional rights with respect to the operation of the Little Rock public schools. The Justice Department brief was signed by Attorney General William P. Rogers, Assistant At torney General Malcolm R. Wilkey Osro Cobb, United States Attorne at Little Rock, and Donald B. MacGuineas, a Justice Department attorney. ENTIRELY CLEAR scheduled a hearing on that date to determine whether Judge Miller had erred in refusing to enjoin the Little Rock school board from leasing the four schools to a hastily formed private corporation. In its brief filed in the Court of Appeals Friday the Justice Department contended that Judge Miller was in error in dismissing the. NAACP's motion for an injunction against the school board and he should be reversed. "This is not a case for convening a three-judge court, since no challenge is made to the constitutionality of 1875 act of the State of Arkansas," the Justice Department said. The 1875 act of the Arkansas legislature authorized school boards to permit a private school to be taught in a schoolhouse during such time as the school building is not occupied by a public school. "The Supreme Court's decision of Sept. 29 in this case makes it entirely clear that the leasing transaction sought to be joined is invalid as a device t rustrate and evade the District Court's prior orders in this case and to "deprive the eligible Negro students of their adjudicated Constitutional rights," the Justice Department said. The Court of Appeals was, urged to direct the Federal District Court to issue such further decrees as may be necessary and proper to assure that the "adjudicated" constitutional rights of Little Rock colored children "shall be fully enforced and not obstructed or interfered with in any manner by any person, public or private in order to bring an end to obstructionist actions which have no legal sanction but which nontheless can produce needless further litigation and further delay" in affording colored children their constitutional rights with respect to the operation of the Little Rock public schools. The Justice Department brief was signed by Attorney General William P. Rogers, Assistant At torney General Malcolm R. Wilkey Osro Cobb, United States Attorne at Little Rock, and Donald B. MacGuineas, a Justice Department attorney. Episcopal Church and study as will create, maintain and strengthen the lines of communications between all races; our church and civil leaders to direct their people beyond the easy standards of local expediency and to provide such creative and positive leadership as will establish? that society in which every race will have the freedom to enjoy, without discrimination and without separation, all opportunities in education, housing, employment, public accommodations and all other aspects of church and civil life." In a morning session, the House of Deputies defeated a move to give more representation in the general convention to the larger dioceses. A prolonged debate marked the discussion and brought overwhelming defeat to the proposal. The deputies asked the House of Bishops to concur in a move designed to speed un convention business. The proposal would limit the joint sessions of both houses to three, one less than are held now. Use It Or Lose It REV. LOUISE LYNOM "Sir, we would see Jesus." (John 12:21) All the idols offered man for worship, all the things, for too many, become objects of worship, cannot satisfy man. Idols and things do not answer man's longing for the true God. One day two young men came to our mission center. They came with a special re luest. "A few months ago," they said." we attended evangelistic meetigs in our village. The words spoken by the American evangelist gave us new life. we have been reading the New Testament ever since. Now we have come to you to hear and learn more of Christ. We want to see Him. We represent seven villages and ten thousand people. Like us, they need light and more light. Please help us. Our spiritual condition is pitiable. The religion we have had no longer satisfies us." We thank God for the church and its challenge to people everywhere to a higher way of life. We thank God for our opportunities to serve Him by leading others to Christ that He may work His saving power in them. PRAYER: Father, we praise Thee for opportunity daily to serve Thee. Help us to know Thee personally hat we may be able to help others see and understand Thee. For Thy glory we ask this, in the name of Jesus Christ, our Saviour and Master. Amen. I WANT TO SEE JESUS REV. LOUISE LYNOM "Sir, we would see Jesus." (John 12:21) All the idols offered man for worship, all the things, for too many, become objects of worship, cannot satisfy man. Idols and things do not answer man's longing for the true God. One day two young men came to our mission center. They came with a special re luest. "A few months ago," they said." we attended evangelistic meetigs in our village. The words spoken by the American evangelist gave us new life. we have been reading the New Testament ever since. Now we have come to you to hear and learn more of Christ. We want to see Him. We represent seven villages and ten thousand people. Like us, they need light and more light. Please help us. Our spiritual condition is pitiable. The religion we have had no longer satisfies us." We thank God for the church and its challenge to people everywhere to a higher way of life. We thank God for our opportunities to serve Him by leading others to Christ that He may work His saving power in them. PRAYER: Father, we praise Thee for opportunity daily to serve Thee. Help us to know Thee personally hat we may be able to help others see and understand Thee. For Thy glory we ask this, in the name of Jesus Christ, our Saviour and Master. Amen. Area Greek taught at LeMoyne since 1954. His wide experience and training at leading institutions of the United states and abroad, as well as his love of the work he is doing, Mrs. Callaway said, has well-prepared him for his role." Mrs. Rosa A. Robinson, a past chairman of Memphis P-H Greek forces, has come out in full support of the project. Mrs. Robinson, said, "The Council is to be con gratulated for this forward step. It is an excellent, opportunity for the public to become acquainted with the fine arts." Leave Reporter Takes Leave To Settle Estate Clark Ponteous, an outstanding reporter for the Press-Scimitar, expects to sail for France Saturday, Oct. 18 for a two-month business trip. He said he has been granted a two-month leave from his reportorial job to go to the aide of an 83-year-old uncle in France who is trying to settle a tremendous estate of his late wife. Ponteous said his wife and six children will not accompany him on the trip. Kidnapping Case Against Woman Is Dropped Here The kidnapping case against Mrs. Ethel Jackson, of Central Avenue, was placed on the Superior Court dead docket Friday apparently because the state was unable to prosecute. The woman was scheduled to be tried for the July 28 kidnapping of six-months old Alice Ann Noble, daughter of Mrs. Abbie Bee Noble, of 390 Rawson St., SW. The child was found on Dodd Avenue about 32 days after she disappeared from her home, Dets. H. Baugh and C. J. Perry reported. The officers later arrested Mrs. Jackson on suspicion of kidnapping the child. They said the infant's relatives and two Dodd Avenue residents identified Mrs. Jackson as the kidnapper. The woman was later indicted by a Fulton County Grand Jury. Mrs. Jackson's attorney, Francis Y. Fife, said the state could not make but a case against his client. Former Clark Teacher Gets Doctorate ATLANTA, Ga. — (SNS) — Miss Esther Jackson, former instructor at Clark College and the Atlanta University, system, recently received her doctorate degree from the Ohio State University, Columbus, Ohio. She received her B. A. degree from Hampton institute, Hampton, Virginia and her M. A. degree from Ohio State University. Miss Jackson was teaching at Clark College when she was awarded the John Hay Whitney Fellowship for 1956-57 to study for the Ph. D. degree in speech and drama. During the year 1957-58 she was awarded the university fellowship. Miss Jackson is a member of Alpha Kappa Mu honorary society and of the Chi Delta Phi literary fraternity. She was also a member of the faculty committee of international students at the Ohio University. Her dissertation was on "The Emergence of a Characteristic Contemporary Form in the American Drama of Tennessee Williams." 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(Perry's Photo) Football Scores HIGH SCHOOL Miami Manhunt Published by special arrangement with Curtis Brown, Ltd. © 1956. King Features Syndicate, Inc., All rights reserved. Soon as young Brad Dolan, who is telling the story, arrived in Miami Beach for a two weeks vacation from his charter-boat business, he became enmeshed in an intrigue. As he was being turned away from a hotel because he lacked a reservation, a girl he'd never seen before greeted him as her fiance and insisted that the hotel clerk give him a room. She was Marta Blanding, dancer in the floor show of the hotel's hight club. She had singled out Brad as a protector against a man—who was spying on her menacingly. She did not want to appeal to police because she was fearful of the consequences. Upon being pressed for details, Marta confided to Brad that she bad knowledge of the hiding place of $250,000. She promised him half of it it he would protect her till she recovered it. Brad was to meet Marta at her cabana after the evening floor show. He found her cabana unoccupied and fresh bloodstains were on the rug. Confused. Brad left the place as he had found it. Next morning, the police picked him up for questioning. "YOU'VE admitted you made a date with Marta Blanding," said Lieutenant Wade. "For 2:30 a. m. in her cabana." "Why do we have to go through all this again, Lieutenant?" I said. "I've told you all I know." And I had. All but three things: The money she'd told me about; the fact that I'd been in Marta's cabana and' had seen sighs of violence there; the scrap of envelope I'd found on the floor with the name Jack Forbes on it—and Forbes' address. Before I'd left the cabana I'd decided to call the police. Then I'd conned myself into thinking I wouldn't get involved in this thing if I didn't poke my neck out. As nearly as I could remember, I'd left fingerprints in three places: the front porch doorknob, one end of the sliding glass door, the light switch —in reverse order. I didn't expect to become involved, hut just in case I did I took my handkerchief and wiped the surfaces I remembered having touched. I hadn't been very smart. A cabana boy had discovered the wreckage, the bloodstains, early this morning. He'd told his boss about it. The boss had reported it to the manager. The manager had had the foresight to can Marta's room to see if she was all right. There had been no answer. He and the hotel dick had gone to Marta's room. Her room had been ransacked. Even the bed had been torn apart. There had been no way of determining what, if anything, was missing. The manager had called the police. Shortly after that I'd been picked up. The lieutenant spoke slowly now, emphasizing his words. "Let me explain your position to you, Dolan. You're on a spot. It's pretty evident that there's been violence—in abduction, maybe even a murder. You're a man with a pretty vague—I might even say shady — background. yesterday you came to town. Marta Blanding referred to you as her fiance. You admit having made a date with her for 2:30 a. m. Sometime between 2:15— when she was seen leaving her dressing room at the Gulf Stream Room by the wardrobe girl—and 6:15 this morning, when the cabana boy found signs of violence in her cabana, she met with foul play of some sort. In the meantime her room in the hotel was ransacked. We're giving you every chance to write yourself a clean ticket on this, Up to this point you haven't been very convincing. That's one reason why we're going over this thing so thoroughly. To give you a chance to clear yourself. I think there must be something you haven't told us, Dolan." I was tempted then to admit I'd gone in Marta's cabana—at 2:42, if I remembered correctly— and had discovered signs of violence, fresh bloodstains, then. But, for my own protection, I hadn't come clean on that the first time around. It would weaken my story if I admitted it now. The lieutenant was going through those papers on his desk again. "Joseph L. Matthews," he read. "Bartender on duty last night at the Gulf Stream Room. "The guy answering the description you give me sat at my bar at maybe 1:10, 1:15, along in there. He orders bourbon over ice. He seems like a friendly enough guy. We get to shooting the breeze some. Just kicking it around, beating our gums. Ramez, the ex-Coronado strongboy, he's there with a party. They're freewheeling, this bunch, they got three, maybe four of them beautiful dolls Ramez always has around him. Dolan asks me who they are. Just a normal question, the way I look at it. I tell him who they are, or who Ramez is, because he's the only one I know. Marta Blanding comes on. The conversation ceases, like it always does when Marta's on. That babe's got it! Okay. Then Marta finishes. Dolan buys another drink. He nurses it until maybe 2:20, 2:25. He signs his bill, leaves my bar, and I don't see him since.'" The lieutenant put the paper on his desk. "You went right from there to keep your appointment with Marta in her cabana, Dolan?" "Straight away." The detective settled back in his chair and rubbed his forehead. "Let's go back to the man you said was following you last night. Let's see," He leaned over his desk and peered at a paper. "You saw him first in the barber shop. Then, when you stopped to look in the window of some jewelry shop, you noticed that he'd stopped behind you and was looking in the window on the other side of the entrance. He was a fat man. You'd noticed the band of his hat in the barber shop. That's how you first recognized him when you saw him again. Right?" "Right," I said. "You say here you then went to a steak house. You figured the thing had gone on long enough when he followed you in. You sent the waitress to ask him to come to your table. He came. You say you figured the man was working for the girl, Marta. What's your reasoning there, Dolan?" "I told you I figured Marta was working some sort of racket. I hadn't bought her story about somebody following her. I figured she planned to shake me down some way, She'd put the fat guy on my tail to make sure I kept the appointment. Or didn't go to the police with my suspicions." "You thought all this and still you showed up to keep a date with her?" "Sure." "Didn't you think that would be asking for trouble? Dangerous?" I grinned. "Maybe I like to live dangerously. It's good for tired blood." He sighed. "You said you told the fat man he was wasting his time. That you'd see Marta in her cabana at 2:30. Right?" "Correct, And after Marta didn't show up, and while I was still waiting for her, it occurred to me that that might be why Marta was standing me up; she figured I was wise to her act and would make trouble for her. This morning, when I was told that Marta had disappeared, that there was evidence of violence, I sincerely wished I'd kept my mouth shut I'd let the fat guy know where Marta would be, alone, for at least a few minutes between the time she left her dressing room and the time I showed up to meet her. You told me earlier the wardrobe girl saw Marta leaving her dressing room at 2:15. The way I see it, she went right to her cabana to wait for me. The fat guy, or somebody he'd tipped off, was waiting for her. She was taken over then." "You're quite a detective, Dolan," the lieutenant said. "Thanks," I said as I stood. "I think I'll run along now. If It's all right with you, Lieutenant." The mildness left his voice completely. "Sit down, Dolan!" I sat down. He reached in a desk drawer and came up with a fiat tin of aspirin. He took three or four from the tin, slapped them in his mouth and drank from the halffilled glass of water on a tray on his desk. He put his hands behind his head, leaned back in his chair and fastened a milky eye on me. "You ever know a man named Jack Forbes, Dolan?" He caught me completely by surprise with that one. WHAT HAS HAPPENED Published by special arrangement with Curtis Brown, Ltd. © 1956. King Features Syndicate, Inc., All rights reserved. Soon as young Brad Dolan, who is telling the story, arrived in Miami Beach for a two weeks vacation from his charter-boat business, he became enmeshed in an intrigue. As he was being turned away from a hotel because he lacked a reservation, a girl he'd never seen before greeted him as her fiance and insisted that the hotel clerk give him a room. She was Marta Blanding, dancer in the floor show of the hotel's hight club. She had singled out Brad as a protector against a man—who was spying on her menacingly. She did not want to appeal to police because she was fearful of the consequences. Upon being pressed for details, Marta confided to Brad that she bad knowledge of the hiding place of $250,000. She promised him half of it it he would protect her till she recovered it. Brad was to meet Marta at her cabana after the evening floor show. He found her cabana unoccupied and fresh bloodstains were on the rug. Confused. Brad left the place as he had found it. Next morning, the police picked him up for questioning. "YOU'VE admitted you made a date with Marta Blanding," said Lieutenant Wade. "For 2:30 a. m. in her cabana." "Why do we have to go through all this again, Lieutenant?" I said. "I've told you all I know." And I had. All but three things: The money she'd told me about; the fact that I'd been in Marta's cabana and' had seen sighs of violence there; the scrap of envelope I'd found on the floor with the name Jack Forbes on it—and Forbes' address. Before I'd left the cabana I'd decided to call the police. Then I'd conned myself into thinking I wouldn't get involved in this thing if I didn't poke my neck out. As nearly as I could remember, I'd left fingerprints in three places: the front porch doorknob, one end of the sliding glass door, the light switch —in reverse order. I didn't expect to become involved, hut just in case I did I took my handkerchief and wiped the surfaces I remembered having touched. I hadn't been very smart. A cabana boy had discovered the wreckage, the bloodstains, early this morning. He'd told his boss about it. The boss had reported it to the manager. The manager had had the foresight to can Marta's room to see if she was all right. There had been no answer. He and the hotel dick had gone to Marta's room. Her room had been ransacked. Even the bed had been torn apart. There had been no way of determining what, if anything, was missing. The manager had called the police. Shortly after that I'd been picked up. The lieutenant spoke slowly now, emphasizing his words. "Let me explain your position to you, Dolan. You're on a spot. It's pretty evident that there's been violence—in abduction, maybe even a murder. You're a man with a pretty vague—I might even say shady — background. yesterday you came to town. Marta Blanding referred to you as her fiance. You admit having made a date with her for 2:30 a. m. Sometime between 2:15— when she was seen leaving her dressing room at the Gulf Stream Room by the wardrobe girl—and 6:15 this morning, when the cabana boy found signs of violence in her cabana, she met with foul play of some sort. In the meantime her room in the hotel was ransacked. We're giving you every chance to write yourself a clean ticket on this, Up to this point you haven't been very convincing. That's one reason why we're going over this thing so thoroughly. To give you a chance to clear yourself. I think there must be something you haven't told us, Dolan." I was tempted then to admit I'd gone in Marta's cabana—at 2:42, if I remembered correctly— and had discovered signs of violence, fresh bloodstains, then. But, for my own protection, I hadn't come clean on that the first time around. It would weaken my story if I admitted it now. The lieutenant was going through those papers on his desk again. "Joseph L. Matthews," he read. "Bartender on duty last night at the Gulf Stream Room. "The guy answering the description you give me sat at my bar at maybe 1:10, 1:15, along in there. He orders bourbon over ice. He seems like a friendly enough guy. We get to shooting the breeze some. Just kicking it around, beating our gums. Ramez, the ex-Coronado strongboy, he's there with a party. They're freewheeling, this bunch, they got three, maybe four of them beautiful dolls Ramez always has around him. Dolan asks me who they are. Just a normal question, the way I look at it. I tell him who they are, or who Ramez is, because he's the only one I know. Marta Blanding comes on. The conversation ceases, like it always does when Marta's on. That babe's got it! Okay. Then Marta finishes. Dolan buys another drink. He nurses it until maybe 2:20, 2:25. He signs his bill, leaves my bar, and I don't see him since.'" The lieutenant put the paper on his desk. "You went right from there to keep your appointment with Marta in her cabana, Dolan?" "Straight away." The detective settled back in his chair and rubbed his forehead. "Let's go back to the man you said was following you last night. Let's see," He leaned over his desk and peered at a paper. "You saw him first in the barber shop. Then, when you stopped to look in the window of some jewelry shop, you noticed that he'd stopped behind you and was looking in the window on the other side of the entrance. He was a fat man. You'd noticed the band of his hat in the barber shop. That's how you first recognized him when you saw him again. Right?" "Right," I said. "You say here you then went to a steak house. You figured the thing had gone on long enough when he followed you in. You sent the waitress to ask him to come to your table. He came. You say you figured the man was working for the girl, Marta. What's your reasoning there, Dolan?" "I told you I figured Marta was working some sort of racket. I hadn't bought her story about somebody following her. I figured she planned to shake me down some way, She'd put the fat guy on my tail to make sure I kept the appointment. Or didn't go to the police with my suspicions." "You thought all this and still you showed up to keep a date with her?" "Sure." "Didn't you think that would be asking for trouble? Dangerous?" I grinned. "Maybe I like to live dangerously. It's good for tired blood." He sighed. "You said you told the fat man he was wasting his time. That you'd see Marta in her cabana at 2:30. Right?" "Correct, And after Marta didn't show up, and while I was still waiting for her, it occurred to me that that might be why Marta was standing me up; she figured I was wise to her act and would make trouble for her. This morning, when I was told that Marta had disappeared, that there was evidence of violence, I sincerely wished I'd kept my mouth shut I'd let the fat guy know where Marta would be, alone, for at least a few minutes between the time she left her dressing room and the time I showed up to meet her. You told me earlier the wardrobe girl saw Marta leaving her dressing room at 2:15. The way I see it, she went right to her cabana to wait for me. The fat guy, or somebody he'd tipped off, was waiting for her. She was taken over then." "You're quite a detective, Dolan," the lieutenant said. "Thanks," I said as I stood. "I think I'll run along now. If It's all right with you, Lieutenant." The mildness left his voice completely. "Sit down, Dolan!" I sat down. He reached in a desk drawer and came up with a fiat tin of aspirin. He took three or four from the tin, slapped them in his mouth and drank from the halffilled glass of water on a tray on his desk. He put his hands behind his head, leaned back in his chair and fastened a milky eye on me. "You ever know a man named Jack Forbes, Dolan?" He caught me completely by surprise with that one. CHAPTER 8 Published by special arrangement with Curtis Brown, Ltd. © 1956. King Features Syndicate, Inc., All rights reserved. Soon as young Brad Dolan, who is telling the story, arrived in Miami Beach for a two weeks vacation from his charter-boat business, he became enmeshed in an intrigue. As he was being turned away from a hotel because he lacked a reservation, a girl he'd never seen before greeted him as her fiance and insisted that the hotel clerk give him a room. She was Marta Blanding, dancer in the floor show of the hotel's hight club. She had singled out Brad as a protector against a man—who was spying on her menacingly. She did not want to appeal to police because she was fearful of the consequences. Upon being pressed for details, Marta confided to Brad that she bad knowledge of the hiding place of $250,000. She promised him half of it it he would protect her till she recovered it. Brad was to meet Marta at her cabana after the evening floor show. He found her cabana unoccupied and fresh bloodstains were on the rug. Confused. Brad left the place as he had found it. Next morning, the police picked him up for questioning. "YOU'VE admitted you made a date with Marta Blanding," said Lieutenant Wade. "For 2:30 a. m. in her cabana." "Why do we have to go through all this again, Lieutenant?" I said. "I've told you all I know." And I had. All but three things: The money she'd told me about; the fact that I'd been in Marta's cabana and' had seen sighs of violence there; the scrap of envelope I'd found on the floor with the name Jack Forbes on it—and Forbes' address. Before I'd left the cabana I'd decided to call the police. Then I'd conned myself into thinking I wouldn't get involved in this thing if I didn't poke my neck out. As nearly as I could remember, I'd left fingerprints in three places: the front porch doorknob, one end of the sliding glass door, the light switch —in reverse order. I didn't expect to become involved, hut just in case I did I took my handkerchief and wiped the surfaces I remembered having touched. I hadn't been very smart. A cabana boy had discovered the wreckage, the bloodstains, early this morning. He'd told his boss about it. The boss had reported it to the manager. The manager had had the foresight to can Marta's room to see if she was all right. There had been no answer. He and the hotel dick had gone to Marta's room. Her room had been ransacked. Even the bed had been torn apart. There had been no way of determining what, if anything, was missing. The manager had called the police. Shortly after that I'd been picked up. The lieutenant spoke slowly now, emphasizing his words. "Let me explain your position to you, Dolan. You're on a spot. It's pretty evident that there's been violence—in abduction, maybe even a murder. You're a man with a pretty vague—I might even say shady — background. yesterday you came to town. Marta Blanding referred to you as her fiance. You admit having made a date with her for 2:30 a. m. Sometime between 2:15— when she was seen leaving her dressing room at the Gulf Stream Room by the wardrobe girl—and 6:15 this morning, when the cabana boy found signs of violence in her cabana, she met with foul play of some sort. In the meantime her room in the hotel was ransacked. We're giving you every chance to write yourself a clean ticket on this, Up to this point you haven't been very convincing. That's one reason why we're going over this thing so thoroughly. To give you a chance to clear yourself. I think there must be something you haven't told us, Dolan." I was tempted then to admit I'd gone in Marta's cabana—at 2:42, if I remembered correctly— and had discovered signs of violence, fresh bloodstains, then. But, for my own protection, I hadn't come clean on that the first time around. It would weaken my story if I admitted it now. The lieutenant was going through those papers on his desk again. "Joseph L. Matthews," he read. "Bartender on duty last night at the Gulf Stream Room. "The guy answering the description you give me sat at my bar at maybe 1:10, 1:15, along in there. He orders bourbon over ice. He seems like a friendly enough guy. We get to shooting the breeze some. Just kicking it around, beating our gums. Ramez, the ex-Coronado strongboy, he's there with a party. They're freewheeling, this bunch, they got three, maybe four of them beautiful dolls Ramez always has around him. Dolan asks me who they are. Just a normal question, the way I look at it. I tell him who they are, or who Ramez is, because he's the only one I know. Marta Blanding comes on. The conversation ceases, like it always does when Marta's on. That babe's got it! Okay. Then Marta finishes. Dolan buys another drink. He nurses it until maybe 2:20, 2:25. He signs his bill, leaves my bar, and I don't see him since.'" The lieutenant put the paper on his desk. "You went right from there to keep your appointment with Marta in her cabana, Dolan?" "Straight away." The detective settled back in his chair and rubbed his forehead. "Let's go back to the man you said was following you last night. Let's see," He leaned over his desk and peered at a paper. "You saw him first in the barber shop. Then, when you stopped to look in the window of some jewelry shop, you noticed that he'd stopped behind you and was looking in the window on the other side of the entrance. He was a fat man. You'd noticed the band of his hat in the barber shop. That's how you first recognized him when you saw him again. Right?" "Right," I said. "You say here you then went to a steak house. You figured the thing had gone on long enough when he followed you in. You sent the waitress to ask him to come to your table. He came. You say you figured the man was working for the girl, Marta. What's your reasoning there, Dolan?" "I told you I figured Marta was working some sort of racket. I hadn't bought her story about somebody following her. I figured she planned to shake me down some way, She'd put the fat guy on my tail to make sure I kept the appointment. Or didn't go to the police with my suspicions." "You thought all this and still you showed up to keep a date with her?" "Sure." "Didn't you think that would be asking for trouble? Dangerous?" I grinned. "Maybe I like to live dangerously. It's good for tired blood." He sighed. "You said you told the fat man he was wasting his time. That you'd see Marta in her cabana at 2:30. Right?" "Correct, And after Marta didn't show up, and while I was still waiting for her, it occurred to me that that might be why Marta was standing me up; she figured I was wise to her act and would make trouble for her. This morning, when I was told that Marta had disappeared, that there was evidence of violence, I sincerely wished I'd kept my mouth shut I'd let the fat guy know where Marta would be, alone, for at least a few minutes between the time she left her dressing room and the time I showed up to meet her. You told me earlier the wardrobe girl saw Marta leaving her dressing room at 2:15. The way I see it, she went right to her cabana to wait for me. The fat guy, or somebody he'd tipped off, was waiting for her. She was taken over then." "You're quite a detective, Dolan," the lieutenant said. "Thanks," I said as I stood. "I think I'll run along now. If It's all right with you, Lieutenant." The mildness left his voice completely. "Sit down, Dolan!" I sat down. He reached in a desk drawer and came up with a fiat tin of aspirin. He took three or four from the tin, slapped them in his mouth and drank from the halffilled glass of water on a tray on his desk. He put his hands behind his head, leaned back in his chair and fastened a milky eye on me. "You ever know a man named Jack Forbes, Dolan?" He caught me completely by surprise with that one. Faubus Cancels Appearance On Boston Forum A spokesman for Arkansas Gov. Orval E. Faubus has notified the trustees of the Ford Hall Forum that "pressing business" would prevent his appearance at the Forum on Oct. 12. The reaction of Boston Negroes to the original announcement of Faubus' appearance was varied and ranged from attendance in great numbers for question period queries, picketing, and to complete boycott of the Forum for that night. Several Negroes hold memberships in the Forum. Ordinary Negroes attend in large numbers whenever prominent persons such as Dr. Ralph J. Bunche or Congressman Adam C. Powell, Jr. are scheduled to speak. Klansman Seeks S. C. Governorship A Ku Klux Klan leader is planning to run for the governor of South Carolina. Known as a 'klan wizard,' James W. Cole said his platform as a writein candidate will be disclosed at a later date. A self-styled preacher, Cole is currently appealing a road sentence in North Carolina for inciting a riot. The change came in the KlanIndian fracas in Robeson county earlier this year. Physician Seeks Canadian Mayorship Dr. Roy Perry, socially prominent physician, and city controller, last week announced his candidacy for mayor of the City of Windsor, in the 1958 municipal elections. Dr. Perry who has served nine years on the City Council, has the honor of bring the first Negro member. A crowd of 2745 was on hand for the game. The major leaguers Will continue their tour in Mexico after a date in New Orleans. TELEVISION TIME KRUNCHY 'Bug' Convictions Net Two $53 Fines Two of six men arrested tan lottery raid on a Decatur Street barber shop were convicted in Recorder's Court Saturday and ordered to pay fines of $53 each or spend 50 days in prison. Found guilty of playing lottery were Bennie Marcus, 28, of Ira Street, and Mercer Lewis, 38, of Mozley Drive. Lottery charges against Melvin Heard, 42, of McKay Drive, DeWitt Owens, 30, of Auburn Avenue, and T. H. Fortson, 43, of Hunter Street, were dismissed. Arraignment of Benjamin Clark, 33, of Fitzgerald Street, on charges of lottery and possessing obscene pictures was reset. All of the men Were arrested Friday in a barbershop at 55 Decatur Street by agents of the Metropolitan Lottery Squad. The building had been under constant surveillance, the officers reported. Lottery was found in the barber shop, they said. ON LUNAR VEHICLES The United States has agreed to conform to recommendations designed to avoid contaminating the moon and other celestial bodies. To this end it is planned to sterilize projected moon — probe vehicles and aim them to avoid impact on the moon.