Memphis World
Memphis World Publishing Co.
1957-03-27
Raymond F. Tisby

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So You Don't Scare Easy!
Did you know (hat by taking just 180 seconds out of your
life you can protect yourself against the devastating results of
polio? Polio hits young adults hard. It has cruelly maimed
many a teenager, many a young mother and father, for life.
But don't you be scored! Just spare those 180 seconds:
60 seconds for a shot of polio vaccine now, 60 seconds another
shot two to six weeks from now and 60 seconds for the third
shot seven months after that.
That's all. Those 180 seconds pass quickly in the life of
a busy, active, healthy person. But 160 seconds in on iron lung
are on eternity.
Fifty-one million Americans have protected themselves at
least in part against polio up to now. But 58.000,000 under 40
haven't had even one of the three shots.
Summertime is polio time. You still have time—but only
just time—if you see your doctor or go to the polio vaccination
clinic in your town right away.

"Fifth Wheels" Sometimes Prove
Strong Wheels
It can be truthfully said that Vice-President Richard Nixon is
the one personage who has made good in a fob long looked upon
as some sort of "fifth wheel" in the set-up of the official family
of this notion. While a few of them holding the place have ascended 
to the presidency, apparently it was not always thought that
this job being just "one heart-beat" from the presidency, would
be the springboard for a nation's chief executive.
Back in the early stages of the Republic, John Tyler, who
succeeded the ill-fated William Henry Harrison, who lived but one
month after, his inauguration, was not able to stage on election
for himself. Andrew Johnson who succeeded the martyred President 
Lincoln was impeached and saved his office by a single
vote and hardly dreamed of running for an endorsement term of
his own. Chester A. Arthur who followed the assassinated Garfield, 
did not succeed himself as President of the United States.
President William McKinley who was assassinated early in
1901 shortly after the beginning of his second term was ably
succeeded by Teddy Roosevelt, who not only eclipsed the record
of the late McKinley, but won an election on his own right. President 
Calvin Cooledge, who followed President Warren G. Harding
after his death, was able Jo stage o come back on his own right.
Harry S. Truman, long schooled in the Pendergast political philosophy, 
and who won his spurs on the Truman investigating
Committee, was able to secure an election of his own after
coming to office upon the death of Franklin D. Roosevelt, who
died near the beginning of a fourth term in office.
Richard M. Nixon was the choice of President Dwight D,
Eisenhower for two terms, president Eisenhower has given him
unlimited sphere for qualification to accede to the office, either as
his successor for an impending term, or for an election on his own
right.
Few vice-presidents have had the training, the ripe experience 
plus the native pluck and knack for mixing with people of
all nations, tribes and tongues, as has been the good fortune
of Vice President Nixon.
His making good as a goodwill ambassador to the African
Gold Coast was nothing strange. He bared himself to the native
in spite of the warnings of secret service men. He shook hands,
bounced babies and potted the tropical heads of those Africans
who possibly marveled at the fine spirit and the Democratic
appeal of the American white man.
To say that Nixon has made good and that he is a budding
promise on the horizon of American politics would be putting it
mildly.
It remains for history to unfold the possibilities of this fine
humanitarian, this serious minded and sincere prince of men,
who by the way, was discovered in the processes of our seeking
out vice-presidents.

Change Inevitable

training and other attributes which
must be possessed in order to
maintain a place in the world of
today and tomorrow, he pointed out
that regardless of what we hear,
and what many people think, integration 
is coming America is
not going backward., In all of this
confusion and strife, the question
is whether or not we are going to
lose this democracy America is
not going to lose she is going
forward...You must prepare for
the change which will evolve in
the new world."
"Your most prized possessions are
your God given abilities," Chicago's
C. Rodger Wilson, supervisor service 
office, Illinois State Employment 
Services and national president, 
Kappa Alpha Psi Fraternity,
keynote speaker told the conference. 
"Improved by training,

orientated by social refinement
and motivated by the necessity for
material well-being, abilities of a
kind and a quality find a universal
market. I admonish you to chart
your courses studiously and well.
he continued.
Said A. Macco Walker, president
Universal Life insurance Company,
Memphis, Tenn., who was speaker
for the faculty-consultant dinner
session, we are looking for men
who are willing to pay the price
in study and solid work experience
In any progress we must be
willing to pay the price.. the price
for progress.

MADAM DAY





Program For

Dr. Winfred I, Godwin, acting associate 
director. SREB. About 25
officials representing Interested orcanizations 
were guests at the dinner. 

Dr. Lee Wilborn, chairman of

the SREBs Council for the Education 
of Exceptional Children
presided over the dinner. Dr. Wil
born is assistant commissioner of
education, Texas Educational Agency. 

"There are over 1,000,000 children 
in the South who need attention 
from specially trained tenchere," 
Dr. Wilber pointed out.
"However, very few such teachers
are being trained in the South today 
cooperative programs developed 
on the basis of regional need
such as this one at Peabody will
aid immeasurably in making a
start toward filling the need."
The American inundation for
the Blind at 15 West 15th Street,
New York City is a private national 
non-profit research, educational 
and service agency, acting as
a clearing house for problems concerning 
Americas estimated 320,000
blind people.
Peabody College is ane of the nation's 
leading colleges specializing
in the preparation of teachers, it
has comprehensive offerings in the
training of teachers of exceptional
children under the direction of Dr.
Lloyd Dunn.

'STATE CAREER CONSULTANTS —
Serving as
consultants of Tennessee State University's Career 
Conference were (left, to right) W. H. Whosonant, 
New York City; Dr. W. O. Bryson Jr.,

Morgan State College, Charles L Young, Meridian, 
Miss., Dr. Samuella Totty, Southern University; 
Dr. Herman Long, Fisk University, and
William H. Grant J., Nashville.

Prominent Georgians Seek
Posts In Atlanta Primary
BY THADDEUS T. STOKES
ATLANTA, GEORGIA — (SNS)
Theodore Martin Alexander Sr.,
in an unprecedented move tossed
his hat into the political ring as a
candidate for an aldermanic seat
in the May 8tli primary election,
from the seventh ward. This is the
first time he has sought a public
office.
Dr. Rufus E. Clement, president
of Atlanta University, is seeking
re-election from Third Ward.
Dr. Clement has more than 33
years in the field of education. He
has spent more than 20 years working 
in Atlanta. He became the
first Negro to win a seat oh the
Atlanta Board of Education back
in 1953.
The distinguished educator and
leader won a larger part of votes
from the white community.
He received both his masters and
doctorate degrees from Northwestern 
University.
The announcement was made
immediately utter He qualified at
city hall Saturday morning. This is
the first time in 87 years since a


Negro has attempted to be elected
to the Atlanta Aldermanic board.
The last time Negroes held
such, positions was in 1871 They
were William Finch and George
Graham. Both won elections Dec
7, 1870. They took the oath of office 
Jan. 7, 1871, and served one
year, which was the length of a
term during those days.
Finch, born near Athens Ga.
proposed a city law concerning
pubhe school education which had
a great influence upon the present
system.
Dr. Rufus clement was elected
to the Atlanta Board of Education,
the first Negroes to be elected to
public offices in Atlanta since 1871.
Atty. AiLstin T Waldeu was also
elected to the City Executive Committee 
in 1953.
Alexander is an executive officer
in five business concerns and on
the directors' broad of three others.
He is founder and president of
the Alexander Company and General 
Agency at 203 Auburn Ave.
N.E.
He is vice president of the Alexander-Calloway 
Realty Company,
Inc.. also' at the Auburn Avenue
address, which was started in 1945,
executive vice president of Southeastern 
Fidelity Fire Insurance
company, started in 1950: treasurer
of the Consolidated Mortgage and
Investment company, organized in
1956: and vice president and director 
of the Crayon Products and
Crayton Sausage Manufacturing
company in Cleveland Ohio.
The candidate is also a director
and executive committee member
cf the Mutual Federal Siva as and
Loan Association of which be was
former secretary from 1932 to 1953
chairman of the board of director
of the Association Inceptives, Incstarted 
in 1947 and chairman of
the committee, of the Empire Real
Estate Board and former president
Alexander is also a charter member 
of the National Ass citation of
Real Estate Brokers, Me as well
as a member of Volunteer Home
Mortgagee Credit Program district
Four Which include Georgia Alabama 
and Florida He was appointed 
by Albert C. Cole, housing administrator 
of washington D. C.
He is on the board of trustees
at Morehouse College and atianta 
University He has been president
of the Bullier street YMCA and
chairman of its board 15 years. Also 
he is a member of the YMCA
National Council and southern
Area Council and the Race Relations 
Commission of the YMCA
He is chairman of the Advisory
Committee to the Metropolitan
Planning Commission of Atlanta; a
member of the Mayor's Westside
bi-racial Mutual Development
Committee.
A former superintendent at
Friendship Baptist church, he is
new a Sunday School teacher and
has been a member of the church's
a member of a Mason lodge and


Shriller as well as a member of the
Alpha Phi Alpha fraternity; an
honor graduate from Morehouse
College in 1931 with a degree in
business administration he also
completed his high school work at
Morehouse College before it discontinued 
its high school classes.
He and his wife are the parents
of a son and two daughters. Their
son, Theodore Martin Alexander
Jr.. 24, is also a graduate of Morehouse 
and received his masters of
business administration degree at
New York University and is currently 
working on his doctorate
while employed in Chase Manhattan 
Bank in Now York City. He is
a veteran of World War II.
Their daughters. Alvia Elizabeth,
21 is a senior at Spelman College;
and Dorothy Gwendolyn, 15, is a
junior at Oakwood school in Poughkeepsie 
N.Y.
The Alexanders live at 1345 Hunler 
Rd. S. W.

Jaycees Seek

prove our community."
Haywood said all nominations
should be in by April 15. At nominations 
should be sent to:


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Pacific Coast
League Lists
22 Race Players
A total of 22 Negro players are on
the rosters of Pacific Const League
teams now in Spring Training.
Every one of the eight teams has
one or more Vancouver tops the
list with five.
Charlie (Bulldog) Drummond of
Philadelphia and At spearman of
Chicago are pitchers; Charles White
of Jacksonville, Fla., is a catcher
and Frankie Austin a veteran from
the Panama Canal Zone an infielder 
and Len green is an outfielder.
Hollywood. Los-Angeles. San Diego
and Seattle each have three Negro
candidates Ben Daniels of Los Angales 
is a pitcher for Hollywood; R.
C. Stevens of Moultrie. Ga., a first
baseman and Jim Aldridge of Fresno 
an outfielder.
Los Angeles has John Roseboro
of Ashland. Ohio a catcher; Piper
Davis of Birmingham an infielder
and all-around utility man and
Moute Irvin of Orange, N. J. San
Diego has pitcher Dave Haskins, of
Flint, Mich., infielder Clarence
Moore of Panama and outfielder
and another outfielder Floyd Robinson 
of San Diego.
The Seattle Rainiers have Joe
Black, pitcher from Plainfield N. J.
infielder Maurice Wills of Washington, 
D. C, and outfielder Joe Taylor 
of Pittsburgh.
Sacramento and San Francisco
each have two. The Solons have
pitcher Marshall Bridges of Jackson 
Miss., and outfielder Bill
Shields of Sacramento. The Seals
have pitcher Earl Wilson of San
Diego and infielder Pumpsie Green
of Richmond. Calif.
Lone Portland candidate is an
Outfielder Ernie Johnson who came

to the Beavers from Los Angeles. He
resides in Chicago.
Emmett Ashford first Negro umpire 
in Organized Baseball, returns
to the PCL for his fourth year. His
home is in Los Angeles.

Memphis New

Earl and Lucile Thompson of 1468
Lydia, a boy Michael
Robert and Vertina Williams of
852 LeMoyne Mall, a boy, Roderick
Mathas and Lucille Rosser of 1060
Cella, girl, Belinda
Haywood and Barbara Nichols of
593 Vance, girl, Pamela
John and Lenora Talley of 776
East Moreland, a girl
Roosevelt and Monie Jones of
1655 Pope, girl, Mable
Bob and Edna Tuggle of 5265
Park girl, Rita
Finis and Annie Flowers of 1891
Carver, boy, Melvin
Enoch and Dorothy Atkins or 3324
Yale, girl, Helen Marie
Ike and Nadine Lester of 977
Bingham; girl, Vickie
Earnest and Ermon Wright of
971 Barton, boy Malcom
Jim and Lula Stewart of 166 Kirk
boy, Gregory
Joseph and Mary Walker of 614
Mississippi, boy, Chester
Albert and Mary sawyer of 1970
Kansas, boy, Antonio
George and Frances Green of
637 S. Orleans, girl, Naschenell
Henry and Henrietta Allen or 805
Speed, girl, Pat
Charlie and Julia Bui-ton of 603
Marble, girl, Gloria
William and Peoria Mitchell ot 721
S. Leach a girl Gail
Lee and Dorothy Harris of 465 N.
Manassas, a boy .
Robert and Bettye Braden of
1388 Gaither boy, Robert Jr.
David and Mary Morman of 325
Vance, boy. David Wayne
Joseph and Iola Echols of 3033
Calvert girl, Betty Jo
Rufus and Lucille Jones of 1937
Ball, girl, Jeanette
Cart and Boncille Stanton of
506 Hill, boy, Edward

MARCH 21

Earl and Lucile Thompson of 1468
Lydia, a boy Michael
Robert and Vertina Williams of
852 LeMoyne Mall, a boy, Roderick
Mathas and Lucille Rosser of 1060
Cella, girl, Belinda
Haywood and Barbara Nichols of
593 Vance, girl, Pamela
John and Lenora Talley of 776
East Moreland, a girl
Roosevelt and Monie Jones of
1655 Pope, girl, Mable
Bob and Edna Tuggle of 5265
Park girl, Rita
Finis and Annie Flowers of 1891
Carver, boy, Melvin
Enoch and Dorothy Atkins or 3324
Yale, girl, Helen Marie
Ike and Nadine Lester of 977
Bingham; girl, Vickie
Earnest and Ermon Wright of
971 Barton, boy Malcom
Jim and Lula Stewart of 166 Kirk
boy, Gregory
Joseph and Mary Walker of 614
Mississippi, boy, Chester
Albert and Mary sawyer of 1970
Kansas, boy, Antonio
George and Frances Green of
637 S. Orleans, girl, Naschenell
Henry and Henrietta Allen or 805
Speed, girl, Pat
Charlie and Julia Bui-ton of 603
Marble, girl, Gloria
William and Peoria Mitchell ot 721
S. Leach a girl Gail
Lee and Dorothy Harris of 465 N.
Manassas, a boy .
Robert and Bettye Braden of
1388 Gaither boy, Robert Jr.
David and Mary Morman of 325
Vance, boy. David Wayne
Joseph and Iola Echols of 3033
Calvert girl, Betty Jo
Rufus and Lucille Jones of 1937
Ball, girl, Jeanette
Cart and Boncille Stanton of
506 Hill, boy, Edward

MARCH 28

Earl and Lucile Thompson of 1468
Lydia, a boy Michael
Robert and Vertina Williams of
852 LeMoyne Mall, a boy, Roderick
Mathas and Lucille Rosser of 1060
Cella, girl, Belinda
Haywood and Barbara Nichols of
593 Vance, girl, Pamela
John and Lenora Talley of 776
East Moreland, a girl
Roosevelt and Monie Jones of
1655 Pope, girl, Mable
Bob and Edna Tuggle of 5265
Park girl, Rita
Finis and Annie Flowers of 1891
Carver, boy, Melvin
Enoch and Dorothy Atkins or 3324
Yale, girl, Helen Marie
Ike and Nadine Lester of 977
Bingham; girl, Vickie
Earnest and Ermon Wright of
971 Barton, boy Malcom
Jim and Lula Stewart of 166 Kirk
boy, Gregory
Joseph and Mary Walker of 614
Mississippi, boy, Chester
Albert and Mary sawyer of 1970
Kansas, boy, Antonio
George and Frances Green of
637 S. Orleans, girl, Naschenell
Henry and Henrietta Allen or 805
Speed, girl, Pat
Charlie and Julia Bui-ton of 603
Marble, girl, Gloria
William and Peoria Mitchell ot 721
S. Leach a girl Gail
Lee and Dorothy Harris of 465 N.
Manassas, a boy .
Robert and Bettye Braden of
1388 Gaither boy, Robert Jr.
David and Mary Morman of 325
Vance, boy. David Wayne
Joseph and Iola Echols of 3033
Calvert girl, Betty Jo
Rufus and Lucille Jones of 1937
Ball, girl, Jeanette
Cart and Boncille Stanton of
506 Hill, boy, Edward

Pearl Bailey Collapses
After Performance
Noted entertainer 
Pearl Bailey returned to the
U. S. last week after collapsing
from a condition described by doctors 
as euphoria following a television 
performance here.
Miss Bailey broke her contract
end flew back to the U. S. after
the incident. Her doctors stated
that drugs she had been taking
brought on the condition.

The Brass and the Blue
BY
JAMES KEENE
Copyright 1958, by James Keene Reprinted by permission of Random House, Inc. [king Features Syndicate]
Second Lieutenant Emil Schwabacker 
was on edge. He'd had a year
of inaction with the "Cavalry al Fort
Laramie, Wyoming. A year of waiting. 
A year of one dreary patrol after
another. He felt pent up under the
infallibly exacting coldly reserved.
First- Lieutenant Temple Jocelyn.
Even the thought of his fiancée. Henrietta., 
was not consoling. For she was
back in Vermont, a painful memory
But this patrol upon which he rode
promised to be different. A company
of lavatory had been sent to reinforce 
Fort Laramie. Insulin's troophad 
peen ordered to desirous with
the company at I dale's ranch.
Jocelyn was keeping his counsel as
usual but action with the hostiles appeared 
likely at lest.
SECOND Lieutenant Emil Schwabacker 
stood silent. Then
his eyes lifted to the stony face
of First Lieutenant Temple Jocelyn. 
"Sir," said Schwabacker, "if
the bugler's call attracts the hostilcs, 
do you mean to engage
them?"
"Engage them, Mr. Schwabacker? 
I'd like nothing better,
but my orders are firm, there
will, be no engagement unless we
are attacked." He nodded slightly 
for Schwabacker to Join him
and walked a hundred yards in
advance or the halted troop.
Around them were many scuffs
in the earth, and when Jocelyn
pointed them out, Emil Schwabacker- 
flayed himself for not
noticing them. Somehow fie felt
that his lack of observation was
a mark against him.
"Two shod ponies, Mr. Schwabacker. 
Do you attach any significance 
to that?"
"Army mounts, sir. Probably
stolen."
Jocelyn waved his hand toward
the distant smudge of land and
sky. "They're out there, Mr.
Schwabacker, and after a year
of this cat-and-mouse game, I
think I'd enjoy closing with
them."
"We're only in troop strength
sir. There's no telling how large
a force is out..."
"I'm familiar with the situation," 
Jocelyn Interrupted. "My
orders are to patrol a given area
and meet the infantry company
when it arrives at Ryndlee's if
by coincidence I run into a hostile 
force and a fight is pressed
upon me.."
"Oh, of course, sir! I didn't
mean to imp——
"I realize that," Jocelyn said
and walked back to tits horse
When he was in the saddle, he
added, "And, Mr. Schwabacker, in
the future, should the need aria
to warp your commanding officer'a 
orders slightly, do so in a
manner that will preclude embarrassment" 
To Finnegan he sale
"Mount the troop. Sergeant."
"Troop! Pre—pare to mount
MOUNT!"
Through the remainder of the
day, Corporal Kykundahl rode at
the point and Lieutenant Jocelyn
studied the drab land around him
He held the column to genera
march orders, baiting fifteen minutes 
during each alternate hour
to dismount and unbit for grazing. 
The pace was periodically
altered to prevent bad posture
and animal fatigue
Late afternoon found them in
land that was flattening with
hock-deep grass. Corporal Kykundahl 
wheeled his horse and signaled. 
Jocelyn signaled Schwabacker 
forward and went to the
point, the ever-present bugler following 
a pace behind. Kykundahl
was dismounted and he opened
his gloved hand, exposing a rattle
made of buffalo toes. Jocelyn
bent form the saddle and took it
from him turning it over several
times. "What do you make of
this. Corporal?"
"I'd say Kiowa, sir. I've seen
Plenty back home in Texas."
"Mr. Schwabacker?" Jocelyn
landed it over.
. . . Another test!. The man is
always testing like a proms
schootmaster . . . "Could be Comanche." 
Schwabacker said. "The
Arapahoe, Cheyenne and Sioux
make them too." He pointed to
the carving on the rattle body.
"That's Sioux work, sir."
"Sure looks like Kiowa to me."
Kykundahl said again.
"Mr. Schwabacker has learned
well, Corporal." Jocelyn took the
rattle from Schwabacker and
dropped it in his pocket. "Return
to the point, Corporal, and keep
your eyes open. We've been
trailing a war party all afternoon
and It would be uncomfortable if
we got too close."
Kykundahl went on, and when
darkness began to close in, Jocelyn 
signaled a halt and they made
a cold camp.. To Sergeant Finnegan 
he said, "Picket, please, Sean,
and I think a ground rope will do.
Guard mounting In fifteen mln.
utes and there'll be no squad
fires."
Finnegan wheeled to his duties. 
Jocelyn spoke to Lieutenant
Schwabacker. "I'd like to break
camp around midnight, but before 
I go I want some brush fires
Started, If you dig up the dead
stuff 1 believe It'll burn an hour.
We'll need that much time."
"Time, sir?"
"Mr. Schwabacker, remember
that, when-an officer finds himself 
outnumbered, he can do one
of two things: retreat or call
upon his originality." His smile
softened his criticism, "Perhaps
you observed me picking up objects 
this afternoon?"
"No, sir, I did not."
From beneath his poncho, Jocelyn 
produced a hardwood stick
eight inches long. There were
forty notches cut into two sides,
and when he scraped it against
his belt buckle it sounded like an
alarmed rattler. "Rattlesnake
stick," he said. "Cheyenne, and
of the Elk Warrior society, if
I'm not mistaken." He turned
and called to Sergeant Finnegan,
When he came up, Jocelyn produced 
another trophy, the feathered 
end of a broken arrow.
"Sean, you're a good man when
It comes to Indiana Who does
this belong to?'
Finnegan' inspected the arrow,
then said, "Sioux, sor."
"I picked that up less than a
mile from the rattlesnake stick,
and along the same line of
march," Jocelyn said.
This caused a frown to corrugate 
Finnegan's forehead. "Cheyenne 
and Sioux together, sor?"
He shrugged. "Possible, but up
to now the Cheyenne's been stayin' 
out of Red Cloud's trouble."
Schwabacker stirred. "May I
speak, sir?" Jocelyn nodded. "Sir,
the acks have been thinning
out. The party we trail now is
less than a quarter of the size it
was this noon. I suspect a trick,
sir."
"Ah." Jocelyn said. "Explain
yourself. Mr. Schwabacker. I'm
always interested in theories."
 It's
not the Indians' habit to leave
such a defined trail, sir. I'd say
we were being circled, sir."
"Very commendable," Jocelyn
said in a voice that told Schwabacker 
nothing. That was Jocelyn's 
way, to leave a man wondering 
Whether he was being
laughed at or congratulated Jocelyn 
looked around at the bivouac
Night was a blanket and the
troopers were only vague shapes
beneath their ponchos. "Perhaps
this patrol will prove interesting
after all. Now get some rest,
Mr. Schwabacker. We have a long
night ride ahead of us."
Schwabacker turned away.
Corporal Kykundahl had his blankets 
and waterproof tarp spread
and Schwabacker and, "I guess
I'll never be aber to tell whether
he's laughing at me or not."
Kykundahl looked up quickly.
"The lieutenant? He keeps his
own counsel."
"It's his formality that gets
me," Schwabacker and. "I'm an
officer the same as he la, but
he never calla-me anything but
'mister.' He palls Finnegan by
his first name, but I just can't
get through to the man."
"Takes time, sir," Kykundahl
said softly. "The lieutenant's got
his problems, sir. Finnegan's been
with him for years. That makes
the difference."
"How long have you been with
him Corporal?"
"Five years, sir."
"That's a long time to wait
for a man to shake your hand"
Schwabacker said.
"Aye, sir, but it's worth it
where Lieutenant Jocelyn's concerned. 
He's a fine officer, sir."
"I know that," Schwabacker
said impatiently trying to make
his point. "But I don't know him.
Corporal. If someone asked me
about him, what could I say?"
"That he's a fine officer," KyKundahl 
said. "That's all he wants
you to say now, sir. A few years
back it'd have been different, but
not now."
"What do you know" of him?"
Kykundahl shrugged. "That ha
was married. Had a son. His wife
left bun seven years ago."
"Why?"
"I wouldn't ask him, sir," Kykundahl 
said and went away,
leaving Lieutenant Emil Schwabacker 
alone with his thoughts.


WHAT IS HAPPENING
BY
JAMES KEENE
Copyright 1958, by James Keene Reprinted by permission of Random House, Inc. [king Features Syndicate]
Second Lieutenant Emil Schwabacker 
was on edge. He'd had a year
of inaction with the "Cavalry al Fort
Laramie, Wyoming. A year of waiting. 
A year of one dreary patrol after
another. He felt pent up under the
infallibly exacting coldly reserved.
First- Lieutenant Temple Jocelyn.
Even the thought of his fiancée. Henrietta., 
was not consoling. For she was
back in Vermont, a painful memory
But this patrol upon which he rode
promised to be different. A company
of lavatory had been sent to reinforce 
Fort Laramie. Insulin's troophad 
peen ordered to desirous with
the company at I dale's ranch.
Jocelyn was keeping his counsel as
usual but action with the hostiles appeared 
likely at lest.
SECOND Lieutenant Emil Schwabacker 
stood silent. Then
his eyes lifted to the stony face
of First Lieutenant Temple Jocelyn. 
"Sir," said Schwabacker, "if
the bugler's call attracts the hostilcs, 
do you mean to engage
them?"
"Engage them, Mr. Schwabacker? 
I'd like nothing better,
but my orders are firm, there
will, be no engagement unless we
are attacked." He nodded slightly 
for Schwabacker to Join him
and walked a hundred yards in
advance or the halted troop.
Around them were many scuffs
in the earth, and when Jocelyn
pointed them out, Emil Schwabacker- 
flayed himself for not
noticing them. Somehow fie felt
that his lack of observation was
a mark against him.
"Two shod ponies, Mr. Schwabacker. 
Do you attach any significance 
to that?"
"Army mounts, sir. Probably
stolen."
Jocelyn waved his hand toward
the distant smudge of land and
sky. "They're out there, Mr.
Schwabacker, and after a year
of this cat-and-mouse game, I
think I'd enjoy closing with
them."
"We're only in troop strength
sir. There's no telling how large
a force is out..."
"I'm familiar with the situation," 
Jocelyn Interrupted. "My
orders are to patrol a given area
and meet the infantry company
when it arrives at Ryndlee's if
by coincidence I run into a hostile 
force and a fight is pressed
upon me.."
"Oh, of course, sir! I didn't
mean to imp——
"I realize that," Jocelyn said
and walked back to tits horse
When he was in the saddle, he
added, "And, Mr. Schwabacker, in
the future, should the need aria
to warp your commanding officer'a 
orders slightly, do so in a
manner that will preclude embarrassment" 
To Finnegan he sale
"Mount the troop. Sergeant."
"Troop! Pre—pare to mount
MOUNT!"
Through the remainder of the
day, Corporal Kykundahl rode at
the point and Lieutenant Jocelyn
studied the drab land around him
He held the column to genera
march orders, baiting fifteen minutes 
during each alternate hour
to dismount and unbit for grazing. 
The pace was periodically
altered to prevent bad posture
and animal fatigue
Late afternoon found them in
land that was flattening with
hock-deep grass. Corporal Kykundahl 
wheeled his horse and signaled. 
Jocelyn signaled Schwabacker 
forward and went to the
point, the ever-present bugler following 
a pace behind. Kykundahl
was dismounted and he opened
his gloved hand, exposing a rattle
made of buffalo toes. Jocelyn
bent form the saddle and took it
from him turning it over several
times. "What do you make of
this. Corporal?"
"I'd say Kiowa, sir. I've seen
Plenty back home in Texas."
"Mr. Schwabacker?" Jocelyn
landed it over.
. . . Another test!. The man is
always testing like a proms
schootmaster . . . "Could be Comanche." 
Schwabacker said. "The
Arapahoe, Cheyenne and Sioux
make them too." He pointed to
the carving on the rattle body.
"That's Sioux work, sir."
"Sure looks like Kiowa to me."
Kykundahl said again.
"Mr. Schwabacker has learned
well, Corporal." Jocelyn took the
rattle from Schwabacker and
dropped it in his pocket. "Return
to the point, Corporal, and keep
your eyes open. We've been
trailing a war party all afternoon
and It would be uncomfortable if
we got too close."
Kykundahl went on, and when
darkness began to close in, Jocelyn 
signaled a halt and they made
a cold camp.. To Sergeant Finnegan 
he said, "Picket, please, Sean,
and I think a ground rope will do.
Guard mounting In fifteen mln.
utes and there'll be no squad
fires."
Finnegan wheeled to his duties. 
Jocelyn spoke to Lieutenant
Schwabacker. "I'd like to break
camp around midnight, but before 
I go I want some brush fires
Started, If you dig up the dead
stuff 1 believe It'll burn an hour.
We'll need that much time."
"Time, sir?"
"Mr. Schwabacker, remember
that, when-an officer finds himself 
outnumbered, he can do one
of two things: retreat or call
upon his originality." His smile
softened his criticism, "Perhaps
you observed me picking up objects 
this afternoon?"
"No, sir, I did not."
From beneath his poncho, Jocelyn 
produced a hardwood stick
eight inches long. There were
forty notches cut into two sides,
and when he scraped it against
his belt buckle it sounded like an
alarmed rattler. "Rattlesnake
stick," he said. "Cheyenne, and
of the Elk Warrior society, if
I'm not mistaken." He turned
and called to Sergeant Finnegan,
When he came up, Jocelyn produced 
another trophy, the feathered 
end of a broken arrow.
"Sean, you're a good man when
It comes to Indiana Who does
this belong to?'
Finnegan' inspected the arrow,
then said, "Sioux, sor."
"I picked that up less than a
mile from the rattlesnake stick,
and along the same line of
march," Jocelyn said.
This caused a frown to corrugate 
Finnegan's forehead. "Cheyenne 
and Sioux together, sor?"
He shrugged. "Possible, but up
to now the Cheyenne's been stayin' 
out of Red Cloud's trouble."
Schwabacker stirred. "May I
speak, sir?" Jocelyn nodded. "Sir,
the acks have been thinning
out. The party we trail now is
less than a quarter of the size it
was this noon. I suspect a trick,
sir."
"Ah." Jocelyn said. "Explain
yourself. Mr. Schwabacker. I'm
always interested in theories."
 It's
not the Indians' habit to leave
such a defined trail, sir. I'd say
we were being circled, sir."
"Very commendable," Jocelyn
said in a voice that told Schwabacker 
nothing. That was Jocelyn's 
way, to leave a man wondering 
Whether he was being
laughed at or congratulated Jocelyn 
looked around at the bivouac
Night was a blanket and the
troopers were only vague shapes
beneath their ponchos. "Perhaps
this patrol will prove interesting
after all. Now get some rest,
Mr. Schwabacker. We have a long
night ride ahead of us."
Schwabacker turned away.
Corporal Kykundahl had his blankets 
and waterproof tarp spread
and Schwabacker and, "I guess
I'll never be aber to tell whether
he's laughing at me or not."
Kykundahl looked up quickly.
"The lieutenant? He keeps his
own counsel."
"It's his formality that gets
me," Schwabacker and. "I'm an
officer the same as he la, but
he never calla-me anything but
'mister.' He palls Finnegan by
his first name, but I just can't
get through to the man."
"Takes time, sir," Kykundahl
said softly. "The lieutenant's got
his problems, sir. Finnegan's been
with him for years. That makes
the difference."
"How long have you been with
him Corporal?"
"Five years, sir."
"That's a long time to wait
for a man to shake your hand"
Schwabacker said.
"Aye, sir, but it's worth it
where Lieutenant Jocelyn's concerned. 
He's a fine officer, sir."
"I know that," Schwabacker
said impatiently trying to make
his point. "But I don't know him.
Corporal. If someone asked me
about him, what could I say?"
"That he's a fine officer," KyKundahl 
said. "That's all he wants
you to say now, sir. A few years
back it'd have been different, but
not now."
"What do you know" of him?"
Kykundahl shrugged. "That ha
was married. Had a son. His wife
left bun seven years ago."
"Why?"
"I wouldn't ask him, sir," Kykundahl 
said and went away,
leaving Lieutenant Emil Schwabacker 
alone with his thoughts.


CHAPTER 2
BY
JAMES KEENE
Copyright 1958, by James Keene Reprinted by permission of Random House, Inc. [king Features Syndicate]
Second Lieutenant Emil Schwabacker 
was on edge. He'd had a year
of inaction with the "Cavalry al Fort
Laramie, Wyoming. A year of waiting. 
A year of one dreary patrol after
another. He felt pent up under the
infallibly exacting coldly reserved.
First- Lieutenant Temple Jocelyn.
Even the thought of his fiancée. Henrietta., 
was not consoling. For she was
back in Vermont, a painful memory
But this patrol upon which he rode
promised to be different. A company
of lavatory had been sent to reinforce 
Fort Laramie. Insulin's troophad 
peen ordered to desirous with
the company at I dale's ranch.
Jocelyn was keeping his counsel as
usual but action with the hostiles appeared 
likely at lest.
SECOND Lieutenant Emil Schwabacker 
stood silent. Then
his eyes lifted to the stony face
of First Lieutenant Temple Jocelyn. 
"Sir," said Schwabacker, "if
the bugler's call attracts the hostilcs, 
do you mean to engage
them?"
"Engage them, Mr. Schwabacker? 
I'd like nothing better,
but my orders are firm, there
will, be no engagement unless we
are attacked." He nodded slightly 
for Schwabacker to Join him
and walked a hundred yards in
advance or the halted troop.
Around them were many scuffs
in the earth, and when Jocelyn
pointed them out, Emil Schwabacker- 
flayed himself for not
noticing them. Somehow fie felt
that his lack of observation was
a mark against him.
"Two shod ponies, Mr. Schwabacker. 
Do you attach any significance 
to that?"
"Army mounts, sir. Probably
stolen."
Jocelyn waved his hand toward
the distant smudge of land and
sky. "They're out there, Mr.
Schwabacker, and after a year
of this cat-and-mouse game, I
think I'd enjoy closing with
them."
"We're only in troop strength
sir. There's no telling how large
a force is out..."
"I'm familiar with the situation," 
Jocelyn Interrupted. "My
orders are to patrol a given area
and meet the infantry company
when it arrives at Ryndlee's if
by coincidence I run into a hostile 
force and a fight is pressed
upon me.."
"Oh, of course, sir! I didn't
mean to imp——
"I realize that," Jocelyn said
and walked back to tits horse
When he was in the saddle, he
added, "And, Mr. Schwabacker, in
the future, should the need aria
to warp your commanding officer'a 
orders slightly, do so in a
manner that will preclude embarrassment" 
To Finnegan he sale
"Mount the troop. Sergeant."
"Troop! Pre—pare to mount
MOUNT!"
Through the remainder of the
day, Corporal Kykundahl rode at
the point and Lieutenant Jocelyn
studied the drab land around him
He held the column to genera
march orders, baiting fifteen minutes 
during each alternate hour
to dismount and unbit for grazing. 
The pace was periodically
altered to prevent bad posture
and animal fatigue
Late afternoon found them in
land that was flattening with
hock-deep grass. Corporal Kykundahl 
wheeled his horse and signaled. 
Jocelyn signaled Schwabacker 
forward and went to the
point, the ever-present bugler following 
a pace behind. Kykundahl
was dismounted and he opened
his gloved hand, exposing a rattle
made of buffalo toes. Jocelyn
bent form the saddle and took it
from him turning it over several
times. "What do you make of
this. Corporal?"
"I'd say Kiowa, sir. I've seen
Plenty back home in Texas."
"Mr. Schwabacker?" Jocelyn
landed it over.
. . . Another test!. The man is
always testing like a proms
schootmaster . . . "Could be Comanche." 
Schwabacker said. "The
Arapahoe, Cheyenne and Sioux
make them too." He pointed to
the carving on the rattle body.
"That's Sioux work, sir."
"Sure looks like Kiowa to me."
Kykundahl said again.
"Mr. Schwabacker has learned
well, Corporal." Jocelyn took the
rattle from Schwabacker and
dropped it in his pocket. "Return
to the point, Corporal, and keep
your eyes open. We've been
trailing a war party all afternoon
and It would be uncomfortable if
we got too close."
Kykundahl went on, and when
darkness began to close in, Jocelyn 
signaled a halt and they made
a cold camp.. To Sergeant Finnegan 
he said, "Picket, please, Sean,
and I think a ground rope will do.
Guard mounting In fifteen mln.
utes and there'll be no squad
fires."
Finnegan wheeled to his duties. 
Jocelyn spoke to Lieutenant
Schwabacker. "I'd like to break
camp around midnight, but before 
I go I want some brush fires
Started, If you dig up the dead
stuff 1 believe It'll burn an hour.
We'll need that much time."
"Time, sir?"
"Mr. Schwabacker, remember
that, when-an officer finds himself 
outnumbered, he can do one
of two things: retreat or call
upon his originality." His smile
softened his criticism, "Perhaps
you observed me picking up objects 
this afternoon?"
"No, sir, I did not."
From beneath his poncho, Jocelyn 
produced a hardwood stick
eight inches long. There were
forty notches cut into two sides,
and when he scraped it against
his belt buckle it sounded like an
alarmed rattler. "Rattlesnake
stick," he said. "Cheyenne, and
of the Elk Warrior society, if
I'm not mistaken." He turned
and called to Sergeant Finnegan,
When he came up, Jocelyn produced 
another trophy, the feathered 
end of a broken arrow.
"Sean, you're a good man when
It comes to Indiana Who does
this belong to?'
Finnegan' inspected the arrow,
then said, "Sioux, sor."
"I picked that up less than a
mile from the rattlesnake stick,
and along the same line of
march," Jocelyn said.
This caused a frown to corrugate 
Finnegan's forehead. "Cheyenne 
and Sioux together, sor?"
He shrugged. "Possible, but up
to now the Cheyenne's been stayin' 
out of Red Cloud's trouble."
Schwabacker stirred. "May I
speak, sir?" Jocelyn nodded. "Sir,
the acks have been thinning
out. The party we trail now is
less than a quarter of the size it
was this noon. I suspect a trick,
sir."
"Ah." Jocelyn said. "Explain
yourself. Mr. Schwabacker. I'm
always interested in theories."
 It's
not the Indians' habit to leave
such a defined trail, sir. I'd say
we were being circled, sir."
"Very commendable," Jocelyn
said in a voice that told Schwabacker 
nothing. That was Jocelyn's 
way, to leave a man wondering 
Whether he was being
laughed at or congratulated Jocelyn 
looked around at the bivouac
Night was a blanket and the
troopers were only vague shapes
beneath their ponchos. "Perhaps
this patrol will prove interesting
after all. Now get some rest,
Mr. Schwabacker. We have a long
night ride ahead of us."
Schwabacker turned away.
Corporal Kykundahl had his blankets 
and waterproof tarp spread
and Schwabacker and, "I guess
I'll never be aber to tell whether
he's laughing at me or not."
Kykundahl looked up quickly.
"The lieutenant? He keeps his
own counsel."
"It's his formality that gets
me," Schwabacker and. "I'm an
officer the same as he la, but
he never calla-me anything but
'mister.' He palls Finnegan by
his first name, but I just can't
get through to the man."
"Takes time, sir," Kykundahl
said softly. "The lieutenant's got
his problems, sir. Finnegan's been
with him for years. That makes
the difference."
"How long have you been with
him Corporal?"
"Five years, sir."
"That's a long time to wait
for a man to shake your hand"
Schwabacker said.
"Aye, sir, but it's worth it
where Lieutenant Jocelyn's concerned. 
He's a fine officer, sir."
"I know that," Schwabacker
said impatiently trying to make
his point. "But I don't know him.
Corporal. If someone asked me
about him, what could I say?"
"That he's a fine officer," KyKundahl 
said. "That's all he wants
you to say now, sir. A few years
back it'd have been different, but
not now."
"What do you know" of him?"
Kykundahl shrugged. "That ha
was married. Had a son. His wife
left bun seven years ago."
"Why?"
"I wouldn't ask him, sir," Kykundahl 
said and went away,
leaving Lieutenant Emil Schwabacker 
alone with his thoughts.


MY WEEKLY
SERMON
REV. BLAIR T. HUNT,
PASTOR
MISSISSIPPI BLVD. CHRISTIAN
CHURCH, MEMPHIS


Throughout this Lenten season
may we sit at the foot of the cross
as watchers, as listeners.
We cannot sit at the foot ot the
cross, looking and listening, without
thinking.
We are sitting at the foot of the
cross, Calvary, the world's foulest
spot and yet the world's most hallowed 
spot............ On a black Friday,
yet the world's Good Friday. At the
Cross our burdens are laid down.
The long road ends. Sins arc forgiven. 
And the heavens are opened. 

The Son of God, the son of the
open all and sunshine, carrying his
heavy, burden, despised and rejected, 
misunderstood and scorned,
lonely and sorrowful............ moved
into the depths of shadows.
There in the shadows they stretch
ed Jesus out on a cross-piece, hammered 
huge nails through his palms
and feet, raised the crossbeams, and
with a sickening thud resulting,
dropped the foot Of the cross into
an open hole.
On either side, suspended on
crosses,were two men whose looks
revealed their past characters. The
fear of death was on their faces.
Their curses pierced the air. Behold 
the central cross! There we
have the look of innocence and patience. 

He speaks strange words. The
strangeness of it all baffles the
human mind. What happens? The
prays for his murderers, his own
nation, and all generations. Jesus,
turning from the tapestry of faces,
murmured to the sky.
His murmurings were the first
spoken words on the cross: "Father
forgive them: They know not what
they do."
They didn't know. So often our
loes assail us. They know not what
they do. "Had they known they
would not have crucified the Prince
of peace."
As we sit at the cross may we
realize that we may be forgiven.
We may be restored into the fellowship 
and friendship of God through
Christ Jesus. Then he will walk with
us and talk with us and cause us
to realize we are God's own. God
will treat us as though we have
never sinned. He will walk with our
failures, as if we had never failed.
As God forgives us, may we targive 
others ............ May we be able
to say "the mercy we show to
me."
"Lord, have mercy upon us and
forgive us" we cry as we sit at the
foot of the cross". Beholding him die
like a God, that he was with a
prayer of forgiveness for others. We
weep bitterly and repent in our,
folly.
Forgiveness. What is' forgiveness?
It is the restoration of a fellowship 
with God. God forgets our
ugly past. We read, "I will forgive
their iniquities and will remember
their sin no more." He will treat
us as we had never sinned tomorrow. 

There is a fascinating story ot
two sons — one a Wastrel, one a
worker.
The wastrel, the younger came
home, his garments stained with
the filth of the hog pen. The older 
no stain at ail, save the innocent 
soil of the field.
Yet it was the prodigal who entered 
the banquet hall .............While
his hard working brother shut the
door in his own face Why?
The father loved them both. The
door to the banquet feast opened
on Its own accord to the prodigal
because he came with his confession 
in his heart and on his lips,
"I have sinned."
That same door was shut in the
face, of the older brother — shut
by the older brother's, own hand,
because-he came with' hi sinlession, 
"Lo these many years do I
serve thee, neither transgressed I
at any time thy commandments."
There you have it, two confessions
One. I have never sinned — the
other I have sinned.
Which one is true? Which one is
you?

THE FIRST WORD
ON THE CROSS
REV. BLAIR T. HUNT,
PASTOR
MISSISSIPPI BLVD. CHRISTIAN
CHURCH, MEMPHIS


Throughout this Lenten season
may we sit at the foot of the cross
as watchers, as listeners.
We cannot sit at the foot ot the
cross, looking and listening, without
thinking.
We are sitting at the foot of the
cross, Calvary, the world's foulest
spot and yet the world's most hallowed 
spot............ On a black Friday,
yet the world's Good Friday. At the
Cross our burdens are laid down.
The long road ends. Sins arc forgiven. 
And the heavens are opened. 

The Son of God, the son of the
open all and sunshine, carrying his
heavy, burden, despised and rejected, 
misunderstood and scorned,
lonely and sorrowful............ moved
into the depths of shadows.
There in the shadows they stretch
ed Jesus out on a cross-piece, hammered 
huge nails through his palms
and feet, raised the crossbeams, and
with a sickening thud resulting,
dropped the foot Of the cross into
an open hole.
On either side, suspended on
crosses,were two men whose looks
revealed their past characters. The
fear of death was on their faces.
Their curses pierced the air. Behold 
the central cross! There we
have the look of innocence and patience. 

He speaks strange words. The
strangeness of it all baffles the
human mind. What happens? The
prays for his murderers, his own
nation, and all generations. Jesus,
turning from the tapestry of faces,
murmured to the sky.
His murmurings were the first
spoken words on the cross: "Father
forgive them: They know not what
they do."
They didn't know. So often our
loes assail us. They know not what
they do. "Had they known they
would not have crucified the Prince
of peace."
As we sit at the cross may we
realize that we may be forgiven.
We may be restored into the fellowship 
and friendship of God through
Christ Jesus. Then he will walk with
us and talk with us and cause us
to realize we are God's own. God
will treat us as though we have
never sinned. He will walk with our
failures, as if we had never failed.
As God forgives us, may we targive 
others ............ May we be able
to say "the mercy we show to
me."
"Lord, have mercy upon us and
forgive us" we cry as we sit at the
foot of the cross". Beholding him die
like a God, that he was with a
prayer of forgiveness for others. We
weep bitterly and repent in our,
folly.
Forgiveness. What is' forgiveness?
It is the restoration of a fellowship 
with God. God forgets our
ugly past. We read, "I will forgive
their iniquities and will remember
their sin no more." He will treat
us as we had never sinned tomorrow. 

There is a fascinating story ot
two sons — one a Wastrel, one a
worker.
The wastrel, the younger came
home, his garments stained with
the filth of the hog pen. The older 
no stain at ail, save the innocent 
soil of the field.
Yet it was the prodigal who entered 
the banquet hall .............While
his hard working brother shut the
door in his own face Why?
The father loved them both. The
door to the banquet feast opened
on Its own accord to the prodigal
because he came with his confession 
in his heart and on his lips,
"I have sinned."
That same door was shut in the
face, of the older brother — shut
by the older brother's, own hand,
because-he came with' hi sinlession, 
"Lo these many years do I
serve thee, neither transgressed I
at any time thy commandments."
There you have it, two confessions
One. I have never sinned — the
other I have sinned.
Which one is true? Which one is
you?