Memphis World Memphis World Publishing Co. 1956-03-13 Raymond F. Tisby Eisenhower's Nomination And Election Is Sure The $64,000 question as to whether the President of the United States, Dwight D. Eisenhower would stand for re-election as president was answered last week by the President, himself at a news conference when he said he would emphatically run for re-election if the Republican party and the people generally wanted him to do so. That statement cleared the gangway and made it possible for Eisenhower to be re-nominated on the first ballot at the Republican National Convention in San Francisco in August this year and his election in November is just as sure as his nomination will be in August provided the Republicans in convention at San Francisco will act wisely and refuse to get into a knockdown-and-drag-out fight over who will be the President's runningmate. The reason for the prediction of the President's renomination and re-election is crystal clear. The nomination is a cinch. There is no Republican of statue who says he is opposed to the President for renomination. Now that it's a foregone conclusion that he will be renominated, lets see about his re-election. In the first place, the strongest man that the Democrats have to offer now is Adlai Stevenson and many of the top Democrats beneath the surface are opposed to him. He was overwhelmingly defeated by Eisenhower In 1952 and there is no evidence that we can find that he will be any stronger in November than he was in November 1952. Therefore if he is the Democratic standard bearer, he will be defeated. In the second place, President Eisenhower's administration has disarmed the opposition with all the chief issues that would be appealing to the American people such as the issue that was stressed by the Democratic orators who scared the American people. into the belief that Eisenhower, if elected, would bring on a re cession, or depression or a panic. They even resurrected the form er President Hoover to show what happened under the last Republican president before Eisenhower and millions of people were influenced by that type of propaganda But they can't use that thi time because the four years of peace and prosperity given ti the American people by the Eisenhower Administration makes impossible for them to use that type of scare-crowism. The Eisenhower Administration has proven that you con have peace and prosperity in the United States of America Without war. Today every man that honestly wants a job and will work can find one. The take-home pay for the worker is greater than ever before, notwithstanding the fact that we are not in a shooting war. People remember the war was stopped in Korea by a wave of the hand of President Eisenhower and millions of boys and young men that were on the front line of defense were brought home to rejoin their families. I don't believe that the American people want to go back to the day when they must sacrifice the best manhood in America to make a living. The American women, I am sure, are tired and very tired of giving birth to male children be sent away across the sea to be shot in war. Thus, my prediction is that Eisenhower will be renominated by acclamation and elected by the voters. Bills To Strengthen Civil Rights Highly In Order. When the machinery of local authority breaks down or there appears an unwillingness on the part of those in charge of lawenforcement to go to the bottom of infractions on the rights of individuals it Is only fair and just that the federal authorities take over that the rights of citizens might not be violated. Reported instances of violations of certain rights over which the federal government does not have immediate jurisdiction and which were left to the state at the local level, naturally should cause due alarm, and by this token U. S. Senator, Thomas C. Hennings, Chairman of the Senate Subcommittee on Constitutional rights, announced the Subcommittees approval of four bills meant for the strengthening of federal protection of civil rights. In substance these bills are for the protection of voting rights of all citizens; the establishment of new civil rights enforce-ment machinery in the office of the Attorney General; to extend protection against bodily attacks to all members of the armed forces and a new anti-lynching bill. Thusly, it will be seen that the Department of Justice is being alerted to the open and flagrant violations of those important rights delegated to the states and reserved for their treatment at the local level. It is a fine gesture in this age of tension and stress that those who are being daily molested as "scape-goats" in many reprisals, with some going unreported, might find the strong arm of the federal government as a protector when necessary. We have urged all along more jurisdiction for the federal government in numerous cases as have been reported for that record to blow over as matter of fact incidents. Let us hope that the government will move with due swiftness and precision in bringing about that security and protection with out which no citizen can be certain that he is safe even under his own vine and fig tree. We hope the present Congress will enact into law these Civil Rights proposals which the President will soon submit through the Department of Justice. TELEVISION TIME REVIEWING THE NEWS By WILLIAM GORDON Managing Editor, Atlanta Daily World His deep Southern accent may have been difficult to understand, but his statement was revealing. "I've been converted," he said, "converted to the stand Negroes are taking in their fight for human decency." This man admitted his ignorance of the basic issues in the so-called drama of the South, even though he has lived here most of his life. I assured him that many whites, genuine and straight-forward in their thinking, labored under the same illusion as he did. The reason: The inherent elements in Southern society have always limited the white man to a narrow perspective. The Negro as he has known him, is a servant, one without the capacities of a self-respecting human being. Like many other -whites, torn by mores, folk ways, suspitition and fear, he was amazed to meet Negroes who spoke perfect English, many much better than he does. He was more amazed when he learned that their philosophy fell more in line with overall American concepts of democracy than many whites he had known. In his own words: "It was simply amazing." This matter of Southern race relations is also amazing to the average Negro, who after a period of almost a hundred years, is still without full citizenship rights. It is still amazing in lights of some who say the Negro is moving too fast and that the South knows best how to deal with him. The South has been given this chance many times. For example, a chance came in 1865 following the Emancipation Proclamation. There are those who might remember the "black codes" measures imposed against the Negro, prohibiting full citizenship status, only allowing him nominal freedom. The second chance came in 1877 when federal troops were pulled out of the South. No one was any happier than the Negro himself, who still had faith and confidence in Southerners. This faith was quickly dispelled however, when the white man he had worked with, worked for and helped to protect, began to lynch him and deprive him of his voting rights. Feeling ran so high during one period that the South had a lynching on an average almost one a day. Not only were Negroes lynched, but white people who shared their views often met with the same fate. The feeling of slavery did not fade quickly. When Negroes failed to work for nothing, Southerners enacted vagrancy law which sometimes automatically placed them in jails and on the chain gangs. For those in doubt, check your history during the 1880s. Things ran so far out of hand that a Southern white man, John Shapp Williams told an audience in South Carolina in 1904 that the white man in the South was incapable of governing himself. I am sure that every American is aware of the "Separate But Equal" doctrine of 1896, a measure the courts had to kill because it never did not have o basis for operation. Not only did the South fail to build schools and provide equal facilities, for Negroes, the South itself fell behind in providing for white people. Such a theory was not without irony. Every Negro from the ditch digger to the college professor, believes in the orderly process of change, and this is not without realization that many areas of the South have conducted them-selves on this in dealing with the race problem. But there is a vast difference between the willingness to comply and the act of open defiance. For the record, one should look at the interposition acts passed by some states, the open defiance against the Supreme Court decision by certain elements of Southern leadership and acts of violence in Alabama and Mississippi., With this as background, one is almost inclined to go along with John Sharp Williams. Most of all however, one should look at the record of Negroes during the past three quarters of a century. He has never altered his position of "going slow." It seems that nearly one hundred years should be sufficient proof. One Hundred Years And The Negro.... By WILLIAM GORDON Managing Editor, Atlanta Daily World His deep Southern accent may have been difficult to understand, but his statement was revealing. "I've been converted," he said, "converted to the stand Negroes are taking in their fight for human decency." This man admitted his ignorance of the basic issues in the so-called drama of the South, even though he has lived here most of his life. I assured him that many whites, genuine and straight-forward in their thinking, labored under the same illusion as he did. The reason: The inherent elements in Southern society have always limited the white man to a narrow perspective. The Negro as he has known him, is a servant, one without the capacities of a self-respecting human being. Like many other -whites, torn by mores, folk ways, suspitition and fear, he was amazed to meet Negroes who spoke perfect English, many much better than he does. He was more amazed when he learned that their philosophy fell more in line with overall American concepts of democracy than many whites he had known. In his own words: "It was simply amazing." This matter of Southern race relations is also amazing to the average Negro, who after a period of almost a hundred years, is still without full citizenship rights. It is still amazing in lights of some who say the Negro is moving too fast and that the South knows best how to deal with him. The South has been given this chance many times. For example, a chance came in 1865 following the Emancipation Proclamation. There are those who might remember the "black codes" measures imposed against the Negro, prohibiting full citizenship status, only allowing him nominal freedom. The second chance came in 1877 when federal troops were pulled out of the South. No one was any happier than the Negro himself, who still had faith and confidence in Southerners. This faith was quickly dispelled however, when the white man he had worked with, worked for and helped to protect, began to lynch him and deprive him of his voting rights. Feeling ran so high during one period that the South had a lynching on an average almost one a day. Not only were Negroes lynched, but white people who shared their views often met with the same fate. The feeling of slavery did not fade quickly. When Negroes failed to work for nothing, Southerners enacted vagrancy law which sometimes automatically placed them in jails and on the chain gangs. For those in doubt, check your history during the 1880s. Things ran so far out of hand that a Southern white man, John Shapp Williams told an audience in South Carolina in 1904 that the white man in the South was incapable of governing himself. I am sure that every American is aware of the "Separate But Equal" doctrine of 1896, a measure the courts had to kill because it never did not have o basis for operation. Not only did the South fail to build schools and provide equal facilities, for Negroes, the South itself fell behind in providing for white people. Such a theory was not without irony. Every Negro from the ditch digger to the college professor, believes in the orderly process of change, and this is not without realization that many areas of the South have conducted them-selves on this in dealing with the race problem. But there is a vast difference between the willingness to comply and the act of open defiance. For the record, one should look at the interposition acts passed by some states, the open defiance against the Supreme Court decision by certain elements of Southern leadership and acts of violence in Alabama and Mississippi., With this as background, one is almost inclined to go along with John Sharp Williams. Most of all however, one should look at the record of Negroes during the past three quarters of a century. He has never altered his position of "going slow." It seems that nearly one hundred years should be sufficient proof. Cotton Gin attorney. He said the accused man will plead "self-defense." Sumner became famous last year as the scene of the "wolf whistle" murder trial. Milam and Bryant Wire charged with killing Till because he allegedly made improper advances toward Bryant's pretty. 21-year-old wife and wolf whistled at her. A badly beaten body identified as his was found a few days later in the Tallahatchie River. It had been weighted down with a gin fan secured around his neck with barbed wire. The jury accepted testimony that the body was too badly decomposed to be Till's and freed Milam and Bryant. The two men later faced kidnapping charges in the case in adjoining LeFlore County, but a grand jury failed to indict them. Judge McClure was appointed to serve out the current term of court in Tallahatchle County by Gov, James P. Coleman Wednesday afte Ciscuit Judge Curtis Swango's father became ill. Judge Swango conducted, the Till trial. The list of veniremen drawn up Thursday included only white men as women and Negroes do not serve on juries in Tallahatchie County. The Kimbell case, barring unforeseen events, is expected to focus the segregation spotlight on the Mississippi delta once again. This vast sweep of black earth containing some of the world richest cotton land, has probably experienced more heated racial tension than any section of the South. The delta is still a land of plantation-owner "aristocracy" and Negro tenant farmers, who outnumber white persons two to one. By B P "Now, as a taxpayer, I'll show you what's wrong with Socialism!" Home "Bombed" that they were-to-bed sleep when the incident occurred. In other recent house bombings. explosives were ignited on the front lawn of the newly purchased home of Jewell Stewart, Jr., 31, 2540 Baker Rd, and a follow-up bombing damaged an unoccupied dwelling bought three days earlier by Mrs Alfred E. Stephens, 2431 Baker Rd. N. W. The Baker Road bombings were part of a planned protest to prevent other Negroes from buying homes in the previously all-white section. Efficient detective work exposed persons responsible for agitating the already sore spot and averted costinued demonstrations in the contested area. The latest explosion was in the Northeast section of the city. EX-GI HITS JACKPOT Ex-GI Phillip Sollomi opened a restaurant and served his own Wish-Bone Italian Salad Dressing. Wish-Bone became so popular that he gave up his restaurant to make it exclusively. Everyone loves its "continental" flavor. No mixing no fussing. Just shake and pour. NATIONAL COUNCIL OF NEGRO WOMEN PRESENTS PADRICA MENDEZ Coloratura Soprano, Friday night, March 16th at Bruce Hall on the LeMoyne College Campus. Miss Mendez has appeared in recitals throughout the State of Florida and in Washington where she sang for Mrs. Eleanor Roosevelt and Ed Sullivan. The young artist was recently invited to compete for the Marion Anderson Scholarship award, given each year, for the best talent. Claybarn Temple Slates Musical Recital April 5 The pastor of Clayborn Temple, Rev. Williams LeRoy Bell, is presenting the 80-voice Navy Male Concert Chorus, from the Navy AirBase of Millington, Tennessee and Mary E. Williams lyric soprano of Louisville, Kentucky in a musical recital in the main auditorium of Clayborn Temple AME Church on Thursday night, April 5, at 8:15 P M. Also, appearing on this musical program will be the 25-voice Navy protestant choir and the 35-voice Navy mixed choir. The combined choirs of navy, plus the choirs of Clayborn Temple, will unite to render several selections on the program. The program will feature classics, spirituals, secular and popular songs including several selections from recent Broadway productions such as: "There Is Nothing Like A Dame" from the Broadway (New York City) musical comedy, "South Pacific." This popular number and many others will be rendered by the 80-voice Navy Male Chorus. Sterling Granger, who is a graduate in music-from the famous Westminister Choir College of Princeton, New Jersey, is the director of the Navy Choirs and Chorus Mrs Sterling Granger, the wife of Mr Granger - who is, also, a graduate of the Westminister Choir College, is the principal as companist for the Navy group; she is assisted by Mrs Grim, also, of the Navy Personnel. Mrs. Mary.E. Willlams needs no introduction to Memphis. This will be the third time that she has sung at Clayborn Temple and is being returned for this concert by popular request. She has studied under Miss Mary Francis Dunn, a noted conceit artist of Louisville, Kentucky and New York City. She has given successful concerts to capacity audiences -in California, Indiana and other states. This will be the first time that the entire 135 voice choirs of the Navy Air Base have sung at any public gathering in the greater Memphis. The pastor and members of Clayborn Temple are hoping that the music loving public of the greater Memphis area will avail themselves of the opportunity to hear this group The general public is cordially invited. Do not forget the day and date: Thursday Night April 5, at 8:16 P. M. a Dog's Life by Bob Bartos Manager, Friskies Research Kennels In buying a dog, you should keep several things in mind. Is the dog to be used for work, sport or for companionship. Will it be kept in an apartment, a home or the country? Do you like a quiet dog with a peaceful disposition; or a frisky, playful dog; or an aloof aristocrat? Pick your dog on the basis of size, temperament, utility and type of coat. If you want to know what your dog will look like when it Is full grown, buy a purebred dog which will conform to a standard for its particular breed. Decide upon the sex of the dog Unless spayed, a female must be confined for three week periods when In season. A female Is usually quieter than a male easier to handle, stays closer to home and Is better with children. Don't buy a too-young puppy Between 10 weeks and five months is the Ideal age. Make sure it is clear-eyed, friendly, peppy and looks well-fed. See that It has well formed legs. strong white teeth, firm pink gums a good coat and a generally healthy appearance. Beware of inflammation in the ears running nose or eyes and a listless manner. Don't take a pup that is shy or afraid of you. : The growing puppy needs a good tasting diet which supplies the necessary foods for good growth and development. Several prepared dog foods are complete and provide your dog with the protein, cereals, fats, vitamin and minerals. CHOOSING A DOG by Bob Bartos Manager, Friskies Research Kennels In buying a dog, you should keep several things in mind. Is the dog to be used for work, sport or for companionship. Will it be kept in an apartment, a home or the country? Do you like a quiet dog with a peaceful disposition; or a frisky, playful dog; or an aloof aristocrat? Pick your dog on the basis of size, temperament, utility and type of coat. If you want to know what your dog will look like when it Is full grown, buy a purebred dog which will conform to a standard for its particular breed. Decide upon the sex of the dog Unless spayed, a female must be confined for three week periods when In season. A female Is usually quieter than a male easier to handle, stays closer to home and Is better with children. Don't buy a too-young puppy Between 10 weeks and five months is the Ideal age. Make sure it is clear-eyed, friendly, peppy and looks well-fed. See that It has well formed legs. strong white teeth, firm pink gums a good coat and a generally healthy appearance. Beware of inflammation in the ears running nose or eyes and a listless manner. Don't take a pup that is shy or afraid of you. : The growing puppy needs a good tasting diet which supplies the necessary foods for good growth and development. Several prepared dog foods are complete and provide your dog with the protein, cereals, fats, vitamin and minerals. MARRIAGE for THREE THE DAY after the storm, because it was, after all, the week before Easier, the sun came out brightly, the sandlike snow blew off the streets and roads and evaporated dryly from the lawns and bushes. White still streaked the mountains, and skiing was fine. When Adam came home from the Project the next evening he put a box upon Ann's lap. She opened it curiously, looking up at him in question. "I wish you'd try to like the things out here," he explained. The box contained a ine Chimaya coat, thick, white, with a medal lion in turquoise and terra cotta and black in the center of its swinging back. It was a beautiful coat, and expensive. Ann had priced one of its sort at Maisel's. "1 don't think you should Adam," she said, going to try it on. "Maybe I shouldn't," he said dryly. "But I did." The gift puzzled Ann. It was almost as if Adam guessed the way she had felt during the storm. She wore the coal, but she couldn't gel rid of her uneasy feeling of numb resentment. The habit had become too fixed. Adam could help her change her feeling. But, somehow giving her an expensive present was not the way. She had not been out to the new house for some little time, and now she found herself unwilling to go at all. Someone—a woman at the church—praised the house and mentioned the many clever things about it, asked who the architect was. She'd love to have a house just like it! Ann was so lucky! Ann made some sort of reply; she didn't actually say that the house was not hers, even though she might some day live in it. Yet in her heart she knew that the features the woman admired and mentioned were Pinky's ideas. mostly. Red flared hotly into Ann's cheeks. There was one thing sure Adam might not need or use an architect, but his women—he used them! Though by this time Ann disliked Pinky, she continued to see something of her. Pinky till came to the house in a casual fashion Ann met? her on the street, and sometimes the women arranged to meet. One morning, on an impulse that she did not herself understand, Ann phoned Pinky and asked her to eat lunch at La Fonda. Pinky agreed: It was sweet of Ann to suggest a party. She set the phone back on the table, and lay regarding the end of her bed. "She's blind," Pinky said aloud. "Or dumb." She heaved herself up from the sheets "Or both," she decided. But maybe the luncheon date would be a way to get the matter between herself and Ann's husband out in the open. With this in mind, she opened the door of the painted chest, and drew out the Fiesta dress. Ann had said one o'clock. It was fifteen minutes after the hour when Pinky came into the dining room. She looked ravishing. The blue dress fitted her like a glove, her bare shoulders gleamed pale gold, her incredible hair flamed. A group of men at one of the big round tables rose in a body and bowed to her. Pinky smiled at them, winked, and went on across the room to where Ann sat on the banquette. Ann pushed the tiletopped table away enough for Pinky to gel in behind it. Pinky was still laughing. "Boys will be boys," she said gaily. "Have you ordered?" "No, of course not D'you want a drink?" "I guess not, if you don't." She eyed Ann's dress. It was of printed silk, white on brown. Ann's hair was longer, and today she wore no hat. She looked pretty good. Pinky commented. "Your dress is beautiful," Ann returned the compliment "Maybe it's the same blue one Adam tried to make me get last fall." "Oh?" said Pinky, digging into her shrimp cocktail. "I won't pay their prices, for a cotton dress." "They are terrific—but then all these ruffles mean work." "I know." Ann's attention was on a woman who had just come into the dining room. Thin, tall her hair was dramatically silver and it hung to the shoulders of her tringed leather jacket. She wore tailored frontier pants, soft custom-made boots; she was suntanned browner than the jacket. A Stetson hat hung by a thong between her shoulders. Boldly, she looked the room over, boldly she smiled at one of the men at the found table. "Hello," the said throatily. "Marlene herself," d r a w l e d Pinky. "And quite good at it, too." The woman was good. By the time their entree was brought "Marlene herself" had been joined by the man she had selected, and the two were seated at a small table in the far corner. "Nice work!" said Pinky admiringly. Ann turned her shocked face "The woman's a tramp!" "Oh, sure." Pinky lifted the lid of the little red casserole. "But who wants to be a lady?" Ann thought that every woman did, and she said to emphatically. Pinky laughed. The line's all right," she said indifferently, "If it gets a gal what she wants. But you'll have to admit, darling, that it's never much fun." Ann sat thinking. "By fun," she said analytically, "you mean men." Pinky 'lifted a smiling face, "What else?" "But that's the point," said Ann earnestly. "Men want their women to be—I don't mean tramps or pick-ups—" her smooth brown head indicated the silver-haired girl in the corner, "but their women, their wives, sweethearts—they want them to be ladles." Pinky sat back, turned about on the bench so that she could look at the girl beside her. "Men want fun, too," she said flatly. Then a spark snapped in her eyes. "Of course," she conceded, "If you ask the brute, why, he'll say, 'Certainly I want my wife to be a lady. To look like one in a white hat and white gloves, and to act like one." But If he's given any choice," she laughed gaily, "he'll himself with a plunging neckline, or frills." Ann sat very Still. Not indignant, not angry—just very thoughtful. Was that why Adam . . .? Didn't he want her to wear a white hat? Pinky was right—about one thing, Ann knew. Should she, ask Adam, he'd say, yes, he wanted a lady. But did he? She'd looked nice in that hat, She d almost worn it today. Did the hat symbolize the fault Adam seemed to find with his wife, lately? Did be want her to be—more fun? To show more ease with people? Not boldness. But ease. Ann herself wished that she made friends more easily. Adam never had difficulty. No one was stranger to Adam Laird. But Ann was shy— and there was the idea of being ladylike—it had been a handicap since coming to New Mexico. Well, she could try being "easy." She was too preoccupied with these thoughts and this resolution to realize fully the personal application of Pinky's remark. They finished their lunch. Ann paid the check. The waitress returned her change, and she gave Ann the red geraniums from the vase on their table. Ann was carrying these in her hand as she passed the round table where the group of men still lingered. "Isn't she pretty!" one of them commented quietly, but his deep voice carried clearly to Pinky's ears. Pinky tossed her head. "I like women who can wear brown," the voice continued. "I always think... " Pinky's long stride carried her angrilly out of earshot. CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO THE DAY after the storm, because it was, after all, the week before Easier, the sun came out brightly, the sandlike snow blew off the streets and roads and evaporated dryly from the lawns and bushes. White still streaked the mountains, and skiing was fine. When Adam came home from the Project the next evening he put a box upon Ann's lap. She opened it curiously, looking up at him in question. "I wish you'd try to like the things out here," he explained. The box contained a ine Chimaya coat, thick, white, with a medal lion in turquoise and terra cotta and black in the center of its swinging back. It was a beautiful coat, and expensive. Ann had priced one of its sort at Maisel's. "1 don't think you should Adam," she said, going to try it on. "Maybe I shouldn't," he said dryly. "But I did." The gift puzzled Ann. It was almost as if Adam guessed the way she had felt during the storm. She wore the coal, but she couldn't gel rid of her uneasy feeling of numb resentment. The habit had become too fixed. Adam could help her change her feeling. But, somehow giving her an expensive present was not the way. She had not been out to the new house for some little time, and now she found herself unwilling to go at all. Someone—a woman at the church—praised the house and mentioned the many clever things about it, asked who the architect was. She'd love to have a house just like it! Ann was so lucky! Ann made some sort of reply; she didn't actually say that the house was not hers, even though she might some day live in it. Yet in her heart she knew that the features the woman admired and mentioned were Pinky's ideas. mostly. Red flared hotly into Ann's cheeks. There was one thing sure Adam might not need or use an architect, but his women—he used them! Though by this time Ann disliked Pinky, she continued to see something of her. Pinky till came to the house in a casual fashion Ann met? her on the street, and sometimes the women arranged to meet. One morning, on an impulse that she did not herself understand, Ann phoned Pinky and asked her to eat lunch at La Fonda. Pinky agreed: It was sweet of Ann to suggest a party. She set the phone back on the table, and lay regarding the end of her bed. "She's blind," Pinky said aloud. "Or dumb." She heaved herself up from the sheets "Or both," she decided. But maybe the luncheon date would be a way to get the matter between herself and Ann's husband out in the open. With this in mind, she opened the door of the painted chest, and drew out the Fiesta dress. Ann had said one o'clock. It was fifteen minutes after the hour when Pinky came into the dining room. She looked ravishing. The blue dress fitted her like a glove, her bare shoulders gleamed pale gold, her incredible hair flamed. A group of men at one of the big round tables rose in a body and bowed to her. Pinky smiled at them, winked, and went on across the room to where Ann sat on the banquette. Ann pushed the tiletopped table away enough for Pinky to gel in behind it. Pinky was still laughing. "Boys will be boys," she said gaily. "Have you ordered?" "No, of course not D'you want a drink?" "I guess not, if you don't." She eyed Ann's dress. It was of printed silk, white on brown. Ann's hair was longer, and today she wore no hat. She looked pretty good. Pinky commented. "Your dress is beautiful," Ann returned the compliment "Maybe it's the same blue one Adam tried to make me get last fall." "Oh?" said Pinky, digging into her shrimp cocktail. "I won't pay their prices, for a cotton dress." "They are terrific—but then all these ruffles mean work." "I know." Ann's attention was on a woman who had just come into the dining room. Thin, tall her hair was dramatically silver and it hung to the shoulders of her tringed leather jacket. She wore tailored frontier pants, soft custom-made boots; she was suntanned browner than the jacket. A Stetson hat hung by a thong between her shoulders. Boldly, she looked the room over, boldly she smiled at one of the men at the found table. "Hello," the said throatily. "Marlene herself," d r a w l e d Pinky. "And quite good at it, too." The woman was good. By the time their entree was brought "Marlene herself" had been joined by the man she had selected, and the two were seated at a small table in the far corner. "Nice work!" said Pinky admiringly. Ann turned her shocked face "The woman's a tramp!" "Oh, sure." Pinky lifted the lid of the little red casserole. "But who wants to be a lady?" Ann thought that every woman did, and she said to emphatically. Pinky laughed. The line's all right," she said indifferently, "If it gets a gal what she wants. But you'll have to admit, darling, that it's never much fun." Ann sat thinking. "By fun," she said analytically, "you mean men." Pinky 'lifted a smiling face, "What else?" "But that's the point," said Ann earnestly. "Men want their women to be—I don't mean tramps or pick-ups—" her smooth brown head indicated the silver-haired girl in the corner, "but their women, their wives, sweethearts—they want them to be ladles." Pinky sat back, turned about on the bench so that she could look at the girl beside her. "Men want fun, too," she said flatly. Then a spark snapped in her eyes. "Of course," she conceded, "If you ask the brute, why, he'll say, 'Certainly I want my wife to be a lady. To look like one in a white hat and white gloves, and to act like one." But If he's given any choice," she laughed gaily, "he'll himself with a plunging neckline, or frills." Ann sat very Still. Not indignant, not angry—just very thoughtful. Was that why Adam . . .? Didn't he want her to wear a white hat? Pinky was right—about one thing, Ann knew. Should she, ask Adam, he'd say, yes, he wanted a lady. But did he? She'd looked nice in that hat, She d almost worn it today. Did the hat symbolize the fault Adam seemed to find with his wife, lately? Did be want her to be—more fun? To show more ease with people? Not boldness. But ease. Ann herself wished that she made friends more easily. Adam never had difficulty. No one was stranger to Adam Laird. But Ann was shy— and there was the idea of being ladylike—it had been a handicap since coming to New Mexico. Well, she could try being "easy." She was too preoccupied with these thoughts and this resolution to realize fully the personal application of Pinky's remark. They finished their lunch. Ann paid the check. The waitress returned her change, and she gave Ann the red geraniums from the vase on their table. Ann was carrying these in her hand as she passed the round table where the group of men still lingered. "Isn't she pretty!" one of them commented quietly, but his deep voice carried clearly to Pinky's ears. Pinky tossed her head. "I like women who can wear brown," the voice continued. "I always think... " Pinky's long stride carried her angrilly out of earshot. MY WEEKLY SERMON REV.BLAIR T.HUNT, PASTOR MISSISSIPFI BLVD. CHRISTIAN CHURCH, MEMPHIS (SERMONETTE) BY Rev BLAIR T. HUNT, Pastor, Mississippi Blvd. Christian Church TEXT: "Verily I say unto thee, today shalt thou be with me in Paradise." LUKE 23:46. The first word on the cross was a prayer. The second word was an answer to a prayer. Now, the Rabble, the mob led by the priests set up a wierd chant They mocked Him. They jeered Him with jibes or jeses: "He saved others let Him save Himself If He is the Christ". One of the Malefactors, on the Cross to the left, took up the cry of the mobsters and spat out as vile venom: "If you be Christ, save yourself and us". But the Malefactor to the right turned his head toward Jesus and with the sweetness of begging cried: "Lord, Remember Me When You Shall Come Into Your Kingdom". Through scorched lips Jesus replied, "This Day You Shall Be With Me In Paradise". Jesus here gives His sureties, The surety of a heavenly home, The home of the soul, Paradise, a place of many mansions. And so, on this Black Friday, a redeemed soul went with Jesus into Paradise, Pained a little longer, and then peace. Jesus here gives his surety of the closeness of our Heavenly home The thought that at death we must lie buried, waiting and waiting through years and may be centuries for a dreamed of resurrection is not the teaching of the New Testament. Paul said, in one of his Epistles To Be Absent from the Body is to be Present with God". With Jesus life Is continuous like a never-ending stream, eternity is a continuation of time. Eternity Is in time. We are taught by Jesus that we will be recognized and remembered Memory will go beyond the grave. Jesus talked about recognition after death, teaching that personality would survive. He said, "In that day", meaning after death. He woldu face some to whom He would say, "I was hungry, and ye gave me to eat; I was thirsty, and ye gave me drink: I was a stranger, and ye took me in; naked and ye clothed me; I was sick and ye visited me; I was in prison, and ye came unto me." Then some would say, "Lord when saw we thee hungry, and fed thee? Or Athirst and gave thee drink?". And Jesus announced that He would say unto them, "Inasmuch as ye did it unto one of these, my Brethren, even the least, ye did it unto me". Yes, memory Will be beyond the grave. For those to whom He was speaking would remember. Memory will not perish with its perishing body. But memory will live on. This body Is simply a temple of clay, in which dwells the spirit for a little while. Paul said, "We know that it the earthly house of our tabernacle be dissolved, we have a building from God, a house not made with hands, but eternal in the Heavens". Southern Solons bon B. Johnson of Texas, and Tennessee senators Albert Gore and Sstes Kefauver. Southern house members who failed to sign the statement were unreachable according to the sponrors. Johnson told newsmen he had not seen the statement and had not been asked to sign it, apparently because the group did not want the matter to become a subject of official party policy. Johnson expressed belief the problem can not be solved on the federal level because it involves basic values reflected in the sovereignty of our states." Segregation View land twice that his remarks to prospective jurors were "improper" and then sentenced him to jail when the attorney moved for a mistrial declaring the court had "prejudiced the jury." Garland was questioning prospective jurors on their views on segregation, at the opening of a trial of a Negro on a robbery charge. Judge Andrews said the attorney was offering "personal opinions stated as facts" rather than limiting his examination of jurors to questions. Attorney Garland was sentenced to tour days in jail. Braves ticket director Bill Ebrly said there was a complete sellout of tickets for the opening home game April 17 against the Chicago Cubs, with the exception of 2,500 standing room ducats which will go on sale the day of the game. The stadium seating capacity is 43,117. Eberly added that 11,430 ticket sales representing 822,962 admissions have been registered on the books. Reserve ticket sales for other games have helped to swell the total to the millon mark. Early estimates that season sole will go over two million on averages compared with the past two years' early ticket purchases. The Braves were the only major league club to pass the two-million mark for the last two seasons. Lincoln High Wins Class AAA Title In Texas State Tourney Lincoln High School of Port Arthur deeted Central High, Galveston 7664 her Saturday night to claim the Class AAA Championship in the State Interscholastic League at Pririe View A and M College. Wallace High of Orange downed Dunbar, Lufkin 49-46 in the Class AA finals for the state crown in this division. Semi-final action Saturday saw Galveston drop Wheatley of San Antonio 46-37 and Port Arthur over Lincoln of Dallas 95-59. Double A semi-finals included Lufkin's 52-38 win ver Central High, Jefferson, and Orange's 54-49 victory over Washington High. R. L. Corruth was high scorer for Port Arthur with 26 points in the finals, and James Frelow with 22 H. Brockens led for Galveston with 18 points. Willie King scored 23 points for Orange and H. McClain of Lufkin scored 16 points.