Memphis World Memphis World Publishing Co. 1958-02-22 Thaddeus T. Stokes MEMPHIS WORLD AMERICA'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 MRS. ROSA BROWN BRACY Public Relations and Advertising 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. Treating Our Own Unemployment Conditions From statistics gathered from over the nation there would be an indication that unemployment is on the rise. The disclosure that a higher percentage of Negroes are out of work than whites would occasion no surprise in the face of employment practices. In industrial centers unemployment insurance and social security provisions will offset hardship until normal conditions arise. On the other hand, where there are no provisions, naturally the unemployed will occasion some inconvenience until jobs open up. Naturally, the talk about breadlines and hardship will take a political turn and as such conditions might be blown up to political proportions. The general public is not unmindful of this fact. There is an acute unemployment condition among Negro farmers, who once tenanted the land now in the soil bank. These farmers with the land deposited in the soil bank from under them, must look to the nearby towns and cities for piece work. This affords quite a handicap to them. If the Department of Agriculture will take a second look it might do something to alleviate this fear. Hardly there would be any occasion for alarm at this time on the employment front. It will be recalled that after the panic a few years ago, when unemployment mounted up to many millions, conditions have never been of such that all of these people went back to work as they had previously been employed. Many of them were absorbed into the streamlines of various industries, while others resorted to economic readjustments through less spending and fewer obligations. As far as is noticable, there are no signs of wholesale suffering on the part of those who are actually unemployed. That is as should be in a system of economics well figured out, with agencies farflung, to administer to economic ills in emergencies. The French: Dubious Allies The action of French military authorities in Algeria recently, in sending twenty-five French Warplanes to attack a helpless Tunisian village, has cost the west the friendship of countless numbers of Arabs, and also that of many citizens in other section of the world. The French, according to their account, bombed the town (killing 78 persons and wounding 84) in an effort to wipe out a nest of Algerian rebels which are thought to be living there. The French claimed they gave the town warning. Tunisians deny that warning was given, but whether warning was given or not, the attack on the village, Sakiet Sidi Youssef, near the Algerian frontier, was a military and diplomatic blunder in every sense of the word. It seems to be an act of fury and despair, on the part of the French, who have been unable to suppress the Nationalists in Algeria, just as they were unable to suppress them in other North African territories under their control. The truth is that the natives in North Africa hate the French to an extent which makes settlement of the problem of Nationalism, in Algeria, highly improbable. American bases in French territory in North Africa are placed in a precarious position, in that the French are supposed to be our allies, and we are (quote wrongly) connected with their official policies, and military massacres, as in the recent case on the Algerian-Tunisian border. Power of The Press A leading association of retailers recently held a convention. And one of the highlights developed, according to an Editor & Publisher account, is that "Newspapers remain tops among retailers as the prime, implement for moving goods." That speaks well for the power, prestige and durability of the press, in this era when all manner of media are scrapping for a share in the advertising dollar. The printed word, in regularly-issued periodicals, has not lost its magic. Ike Asks 3 Billions For Foreign Aid President Eisenhower asked Congress Wednesday for $3,942,100,000 for his Foreign Aid Program and Warned economy-minded lawmakers in advance that any sharp reductions, would have damaging "consequences" for this country. "Among the consequences, the President stated, would be higher taxes, bigger draft tails and a "massive increase" in U. S. defense spending. The President's hard-hitting message was clearly aimed at heading off anticipated attempts in Congress to slice his news mutual Security budget in the face of rising military costs and an economic downturn. From his vacation headquarters at Thomasville. Ga., the President stated his "profound conviction that the vigorous advancement of this program is our only logical course" in meeting nuclear-era military and economic threats from Russia and Communist China. Otherwise, he said, there ultimately would be "a beleaguered America, her freedoms limited by mounting defense costs, and almost alone in a world dominated by International Communism. 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 letter under the checked figures give you. REVIEWING THE NEWS By WILLIAM GORDON Memory of that bleak fall Sunday afternoon still lives. But corming to mind more vividly is the trip by elevator to a suite of offices in Rockefeller Center. The man behind the desk was friendly. His first impulse was to discuss the ethics of what he called "good journalism." "I'm glad I walked out in protest," he said, "the day my city editor and I argued over courtesy titles for Negroes. The matter was stupid. Here, I had a list of teachers, white and Negro. I was to do a story. But I was told at the outset that I could respect the names of whites with courtesy titles and ignore those of Negroes. I quit on the spot, that's why I'm here I guess." No one had to guess that he had obtained the better end of the deal. He had climbed to the top in his profession. This distinguished editor had distaste for racism. A few years ago the Southern Regional Council made a study among several hundred Southern newspapers on "race in the news." Many of the editors contacted at the time let it be known that they deplored the practices of racism. A number of editors and publishers had been big enough to drop the name "Negro" from headlines. Others had ventured to report and interpret the news in light of its worth and emphasis. The result, race relations became better. One could detect growing sense of respectability among Southern newspapers generally. But following the U. S, Supreme Court's decision on racial segregation, some of these newspapers took on a different shade of character. It has become easier for some to exploit the myth of racism instead of following the rules of good journalism. Purposedly using the name "Negro" in headlines when linked with crime is not only unfair, but shameful. This gives evidence that journalists need training and experience, the same as those in other professions In addition to training, many need character and a broad perspective when analyzing issues and news that affect human being's. Actions from recent incidents in the news indicate that some still live in the past, even as far back as the Civil War days. Racism In The News By WILLIAM GORDON Memory of that bleak fall Sunday afternoon still lives. But corming to mind more vividly is the trip by elevator to a suite of offices in Rockefeller Center. The man behind the desk was friendly. His first impulse was to discuss the ethics of what he called "good journalism." "I'm glad I walked out in protest," he said, "the day my city editor and I argued over courtesy titles for Negroes. The matter was stupid. Here, I had a list of teachers, white and Negro. I was to do a story. But I was told at the outset that I could respect the names of whites with courtesy titles and ignore those of Negroes. I quit on the spot, that's why I'm here I guess." No one had to guess that he had obtained the better end of the deal. He had climbed to the top in his profession. This distinguished editor had distaste for racism. A few years ago the Southern Regional Council made a study among several hundred Southern newspapers on "race in the news." Many of the editors contacted at the time let it be known that they deplored the practices of racism. A number of editors and publishers had been big enough to drop the name "Negro" from headlines. Others had ventured to report and interpret the news in light of its worth and emphasis. The result, race relations became better. One could detect growing sense of respectability among Southern newspapers generally. But following the U. S, Supreme Court's decision on racial segregation, some of these newspapers took on a different shade of character. It has become easier for some to exploit the myth of racism instead of following the rules of good journalism. Purposedly using the name "Negro" in headlines when linked with crime is not only unfair, but shameful. This gives evidence that journalists need training and experience, the same as those in other professions In addition to training, many need character and a broad perspective when analyzing issues and news that affect human being's. Actions from recent incidents in the news indicate that some still live in the past, even as far back as the Civil War days. Letter To The Editor To The Editor, Two stories appeared in this nwspaper about me, one on Jan. 25 under the headlines "Fanciest Auto in South Delivered To Bishop McEwen, and the other appeared Feb. 1, under the heading "The Man Who Was Never Late for An Appointment." It is the last story I would like to explain first Misquotes appeared in the last story. I realize the fact that these mistakes were not intentional, but I do not wish to accept honors which are not mine. I was in the Memphis World's office and the editor asked that I give a brief story. My answer was that I never like to be in the headlines, but since he had printed a story given by the automobile salesman from whom I purchased my auto, I consented to give a story. Following are the points I want to explain. (l) The Feb. 1 story referred to me as being the "National Senior Bishop of the Churches of God. In Christ, which is an error. I am not the National Senior Bishop I stated that I am one of the National Bishops. The writer himself assumed the words "National Senior Bishop", because of years in the church. I informed him that Bishop Charles H. Mason, the founder of the Church of God In Christ, is the Senior Bishop and that there can be but one Senior Bishop, that my age in the church makes me one of the seniors among the bishops. (2) In the same story the writer referred to my children, three daughters and three sons, as all being graduates of Tennessee State College. Actually one daughter graduated from Lane College, one from LeMoyne College and one is in Fisk University in Nashville. (3) Concerning the Jan. 25 story, several statements mentioned in thta story were not furnished by me. I was very sorry when I read the price of my car in the paper. The auto saleman supplied the story. I said to the editor, it makes it hard, and I am sorry the statements were made. It has caused much criticism, and it turns the people against you. It seems that people as a whole would rather see other people more prosperous than a minister. I called to the writer's attention that I did not furnish him with that information, but that he received-it from the salesman where I bought my car. (4) Concering the Bishopric, I did not state that I was the "first in line." (5) I did state in the Feb. 1 story that I am never late for an appointment and I will hold to that until someone proves me late. I will accept the statement that I have fulfilled every appointment I have made in the last 50 years, until I fail. (6) As a minister of God. I always like to be very truthful in my statements. (7) I hope that this clarification will be accepted by the readers and friends of the Memphis World, particularly the statement that Bishop Charles H. Mason is the founder and senior bishop of the Church of God In Chirst. I feel that the Memphis World Newspaper and its staff are doing a fine Job and I hope that the leaders and friends will give continued support to this fine paper because it is a paper edited by our own race. May the Heavenly Father's blessings rest upon each of you. BISHOP A. B. McEWEN Memphis. Bishop A. B. McEwen Clarifies Statements To The Editor, Two stories appeared in this nwspaper about me, one on Jan. 25 under the headlines "Fanciest Auto in South Delivered To Bishop McEwen, and the other appeared Feb. 1, under the heading "The Man Who Was Never Late for An Appointment." It is the last story I would like to explain first Misquotes appeared in the last story. I realize the fact that these mistakes were not intentional, but I do not wish to accept honors which are not mine. I was in the Memphis World's office and the editor asked that I give a brief story. My answer was that I never like to be in the headlines, but since he had printed a story given by the automobile salesman from whom I purchased my auto, I consented to give a story. Following are the points I want to explain. (l) The Feb. 1 story referred to me as being the "National Senior Bishop of the Churches of God. In Christ, which is an error. I am not the National Senior Bishop I stated that I am one of the National Bishops. The writer himself assumed the words "National Senior Bishop", because of years in the church. I informed him that Bishop Charles H. Mason, the founder of the Church of God In Christ, is the Senior Bishop and that there can be but one Senior Bishop, that my age in the church makes me one of the seniors among the bishops. (2) In the same story the writer referred to my children, three daughters and three sons, as all being graduates of Tennessee State College. Actually one daughter graduated from Lane College, one from LeMoyne College and one is in Fisk University in Nashville. (3) Concerning the Jan. 25 story, several statements mentioned in thta story were not furnished by me. I was very sorry when I read the price of my car in the paper. The auto saleman supplied the story. I said to the editor, it makes it hard, and I am sorry the statements were made. It has caused much criticism, and it turns the people against you. It seems that people as a whole would rather see other people more prosperous than a minister. I called to the writer's attention that I did not furnish him with that information, but that he received-it from the salesman where I bought my car. (4) Concering the Bishopric, I did not state that I was the "first in line." (5) I did state in the Feb. 1 story that I am never late for an appointment and I will hold to that until someone proves me late. I will accept the statement that I have fulfilled every appointment I have made in the last 50 years, until I fail. (6) As a minister of God. I always like to be very truthful in my statements. (7) I hope that this clarification will be accepted by the readers and friends of the Memphis World, particularly the statement that Bishop Charles H. Mason is the founder and senior bishop of the Church of God In Chirst. I feel that the Memphis World Newspaper and its staff are doing a fine Job and I hope that the leaders and friends will give continued support to this fine paper because it is a paper edited by our own race. May the Heavenly Father's blessings rest upon each of you. BISHOP A. B. McEWEN Memphis. Local NAACP To Start will surpass that of 1957 when 305,000 members were enrolled, said Gloster B. Current, the association national director of branches. "Interest in the NAACP," Current said, is at an all-time high. The persecutions in the South have served to stimulate greater support of and wider interest in the work of the association. Present indications are that this interest and support will be reflected in our membership rolls." Jackie Robinson, the former major league baseball star and member of the national Board of Directors of the NAACP, will address a series of NAACP meetings in Louisiana, Mississippi and Florida, Gloster B. Current, director of branches said. ALL-TIME HIGH will surpass that of 1957 when 305,000 members were enrolled, said Gloster B. Current, the association national director of branches. "Interest in the NAACP," Current said, is at an all-time high. The persecutions in the South have served to stimulate greater support of and wider interest in the work of the association. Present indications are that this interest and support will be reflected in our membership rolls." Jackie Robinson, the former major league baseball star and member of the national Board of Directors of the NAACP, will address a series of NAACP meetings in Louisiana, Mississippi and Florida, Gloster B. Current, director of branches said. Plans Discussed ed just before the structure was leveled by fire. He said the total cost would have been placed around $70,000. He said a committee from the 400 congregation had volunteered. "Such as brick masons", carpenters, plasters and other artisans had promised to donate their services," said Rev. Mason who refuted a rumor that he had borrowed $40,000 for the improvement plan. Bishop J. O. Patterson, one of the Church of God In Christ overseers for Eastern Tennessee, admitted that plans were being discussed to reconstruct the church on the old site. However, "the plans are top immature to be disclosed. They are not official yet," he said. Bishop A. B. McEwen, overseer for Western Tennessee could not be contacted by telephone by pjress time. Both are members of Bishop Charles H. Mason, Sr., special commission. Rev. Mason, the oldest son of Bishop Mason, who is the founder and top official in the church, said "the destroyed church had a lot of sentiment tied-up in it. Because it was the first national headquarters for our church. It was purchased under my father's pastorale. And at one-time it had served the needs of a community center after it was built about 40 years ago under the late Rev. Sutton E. Griggs. It was then known as the Tabernacle Baptist church." "The remodeling program called for the church to be used more for community needs," said the pastor. He said the bricks would be salvaged from the "new structure." In the meantime the congregation will hold services at the old Georgia Theatre, located at Georgia Ave. and Mississippi Blvd, said Rev. Mason. He continued "the first service are scheduled to be held there the first Sunday in March. In the meantime services are being held at Mason Temple on Mason St. Police Foil Attempt To Bomb Synagogue A plot to bomb a Jewish synagogue here was foiled when police on routine patrol discovered a bomb of 30 sticks of dynamite and a partially-burned fuse near an entrance at the temple Assistant Police Chief E. E. Rankin reported that the dynamite was placed in a ladies' overnight bag at the side door of Temple Emanuel in downtown Gastonia. He said one of two fuses that led to the bag had burned within an inch-and-a-half of the dynamite. No motive was given for the attempted bombing, but a citywide investigation was begun with the probability of the FBI being asked to enter the case. A similar bombing was reported at another synagogue last fall. Still A Victim of Their Teachings MEALTIME MELODIES! These cold winter days call for dishes that stick close to the ribs. When you can dress up a familiar food in a new guise you have no trouble getting the family to try it. Tune whirls with cheese sauce is just such a dish. This tangy cheese flavour is a pleasing complement to the tuna com-bination. Serve with this bright red spiced crabapples, buttered asparagus and a tart pineapple salad. Fudge cake and milk complete the tempting fare. 2 cups sifted enriched flour 1 tablespoon baking powder ½ teaspoon salt 2-3 to 3-4 cup milk 1 cup drained, flaked tuna (7-ouncecan) ½ cup mayonnaise or salad dressing 1 tablespoon milk 2 tablespoons chopped onion 2 tablespoons minced pimento 2 tablespoons minced parsley 2 hard-cooked eggs, chopped Cheese Sauce Sift together Hour, baking powder and salt. Cut or rub in shortening until mixture is crumbly. Add milk to make a soft dough. Turn out on lightly floured board or pastry cloth, and knead gently 30 seconds. Roll out to rectangle about 7x12 inches Combine tuna, mayonaise or salad dressing, milk, onion, pimiento, parsley and eggs. Mix well Spread tuna mixture evenly over dough. Roll up like a jelly roll, beginning with long side. Cut into 1-inch slices and place cut-side down in greased 7×11-inch baking pan. Bake in moderate hot oven (400F.) 30 to 35 minutes or until lightly browned. Serve hot topped with Cheese Sauce. 2 tablespoons butter 2 tablespoons enriched flour 1 teaspoon salt Dash pepper 1½ cups milk 1 cup shredded Cheddar Cheese, Melt butter in saucepan. Blend in flour salt, and pepper. Add milk gradually, stirring constantly and cook until thickened. Blend in cheese, stirring until cheese is melted. Makes 4 servings. TUNA WHIRLS WITH CHEESE SAUCE These cold winter days call for dishes that stick close to the ribs. When you can dress up a familiar food in a new guise you have no trouble getting the family to try it. Tune whirls with cheese sauce is just such a dish. This tangy cheese flavour is a pleasing complement to the tuna com-bination. Serve with this bright red spiced crabapples, buttered asparagus and a tart pineapple salad. Fudge cake and milk complete the tempting fare. 2 cups sifted enriched flour 1 tablespoon baking powder ½ teaspoon salt 2-3 to 3-4 cup milk 1 cup drained, flaked tuna (7-ouncecan) ½ cup mayonnaise or salad dressing 1 tablespoon milk 2 tablespoons chopped onion 2 tablespoons minced pimento 2 tablespoons minced parsley 2 hard-cooked eggs, chopped Cheese Sauce Sift together Hour, baking powder and salt. Cut or rub in shortening until mixture is crumbly. Add milk to make a soft dough. Turn out on lightly floured board or pastry cloth, and knead gently 30 seconds. Roll out to rectangle about 7x12 inches Combine tuna, mayonaise or salad dressing, milk, onion, pimiento, parsley and eggs. Mix well Spread tuna mixture evenly over dough. Roll up like a jelly roll, beginning with long side. Cut into 1-inch slices and place cut-side down in greased 7×11-inch baking pan. Bake in moderate hot oven (400F.) 30 to 35 minutes or until lightly browned. Serve hot topped with Cheese Sauce. 2 tablespoons butter 2 tablespoons enriched flour 1 teaspoon salt Dash pepper 1½ cups milk 1 cup shredded Cheddar Cheese, Melt butter in saucepan. Blend in flour salt, and pepper. Add milk gradually, stirring constantly and cook until thickened. Blend in cheese, stirring until cheese is melted. Makes 4 servings. Judge Turns Down nority race." The opinion further states that "discrimination would not be removed simply toy providing a third school or group of schools which could be attended by members of both the white and colored races." The document recognizes the fact that the U. S. Supreme Court decision is almost four years old and that plaintiffs are entitled to have their constitutional rights enforced "without undue delay." But it also states the problem is a grave and complex one, with the solution requiring not only time, but also patience and understanding on the part... of both the white and colored races." 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From the novel published by The Macmillan Co. Distributed by King Features Syndicate Dave lives at the Big Ten in Dillon's Park with his brother his mother and his father Joe. Joe Munro had bought the Big Ten three years ago from Hero Jason's widow. Hero had been Shot to death. Dave is in love with Kitsy Nordine and Gil loves her older sister . Dave and his father go into to see Cameron Runyan, absentee owner of the Rafter 3. They are afraid of trouble with Vic Toll his foreman. At Runyan's hotel. Dave and Joe are accosted by Sammy Blue a gunslinger. Blue threatens to shoot their if they try to see Runyan and is prevented by the hotel Runyan, with Mort another gunman, takes Joe and Dave to his room. Runyan offers to buy the Big ten at a good price, but refuses to interfere with Vic Toll. Joe refuses to sell and they leave. As they walk across the street, they hear Blue, call out "Munro!" Drawing as they turn. Joe kills Mort and Dave smashes blue a gun arm. Witnesses swear it was self-defense. The next day, Dave, seeking Bess's permission to marry Kitsy, finds the door closed in his face. Dave goes to see Elder Smith and is surprised when Vic Toll rides up. Vic threatens the Elder and warns him not to start trouble. At a meeting of the ranchers, Kitsy tells Dave she saw Vic Toll kissing her sister, Bess. At the meeting, the ranchers decide not to sell out to Cameron. S SELDOM stayed very long in the park, especially the early snows. That was true this time. By noon the next day it was gone. I had been helping my father cut our winter's supply of wood high up on a shoulder of Campbell Mountain, but there was no use to go back now. We'd" be mired down in two feet of snow. So we went to work sorting apples and putting away the root crops. Gil must have guessed what we were going to do because he went hunting. This was the kind of work I enjoyed, sitting beside my father in the gloom of the root cellar. My father enjoyed it, too, I think. For the moment at least we shared a feeling of comradeship that was rich and complete. We made small talk, avoiding the ugly topics that worried us: Gil's laziness and Bess's attitude toward me and Kitsy, and Rafter 3's greed. My father, I was sure, found the satisfaction here that he had looked forward to for so long. He even got around to telling me that, come spring, he was going to borrow some money from the bank in Buhl to buy some good Shorthorn bulls. There would be no point of that unless he could persuade the other park ranchers to get rid of their grade bulls and Invest In good stock. "We could put two, three hundred more pounds on a steer if we had purebred bulls," he said "but it's gonna be a whale of a job to make Luke Jordan and Matt Colohan see it. I've talked to a few of the boys. Johnny Strong a with me 100 per cent. Frank Dance and most of the others will go along, but Luke and Matt can't see it. I was figuring on bringing it up last night, but I saw that wasn't the time." Neither Kitsy nor Bess was in church Sunday morning. I wondered about it because they came regularly, and I couldn't remember a Sunday since I'd been in the park that both of them had missed. I was the first one out of the building. Usually I lingered to visit the way everybody else did, and then I'd ride to the Nordine place with Kitsy, Bess and Gil just ahead of us or behind us. This time I didn't wait for Gil. I had a hunch something was wrong. Maybe Kitsy was sick. But after worrying about it all the way from the church house to Anchor, I still didn't come up with anything that was as bad as the truth. While I was still in the lane, Barney Lux stepped out of the bunkhouse with his 3O-3O. He waited for me in front of the house, the Winchester lined on my brisket. "Don't get off that horse, sonny," Lux said as If he enjoyed saying it. "Just turn around and keep going. You ain't seeing Kitsy no more." I had never liked Lux. At that moment I liked him less than ever. I had a bad habit of putting everybody who did me dirt into a room and locking them up together: Gil, Bess, and Vic Toll especially. Now I shoved Lux into that room and turned the lock. I sat my saddle, wanting to get off my horse and knock his teeth down his throat, but he looked mean with, that rifle in his hand. Finally I asked, "Why?" "Dunno. Bess just said you ain't coming around here no more. "Kitsy sick?" "Heck, no." I didn't know, what to do. I had a right to find put what this was about, but I didn't know how to get past that rifle. Lux wasn't gifted with patience. He said: "Drag it, kid. I mean it!" I was ready to dig In my spurs and ride the coyote down when Shorty Quinn came around the house. He yelled, "Hold it, Barney! I'll take care of this." Lux backed up, his eyes wicked. "I don't need no help." "You shoot him and I'll blow your head off your shoulders," Shorty said. Shorty had his gun in his hand. 1 said "He means it, too, Barney." Lux kept backing off until he could see Shorty. He said sullenly, "All right; you handle it". He wheeled and stalked back to the bunkhouse. Shorty dropped his gun into its holster and walked toward me shaking his head. "Sorry, Dave He gets meaner all the time Seems like Bess ain't much beter lately. I sure can't figure her." "What's this about me not seeing Kitsy?" "It's true, I don't know the whys' and wherefores of it, but them's Bess's orders." "I've always been able to see Kitsy at church," I said. "What's happened now?" He dug a toe through the dirt, still damp from the last snow. He knew something, I thought, but he wasn't sure he ought to tell me. I said, "Shorty, you and me have always been good friends, and Kitsy thinks a lot of you. Now I aim to find out about this if I have to bust into the house—" "Be the devil to pay it you do," he said. "Well, I'll tell you what I know if you'll promise to go home and behave yourself. Ain't nothing you can do but wait till Kitsy's eighteen, but if you get hurt trying to see her now, or hurt, somebody else, you'll make things a lot worse." I knew then it was bad. I said, "All right; I promise." "They had a fight Shorty said "A terrific fight it must have been, too. A hair pulling, scratching, biting kind of a fight. Me'n Barney was out on the Range, so we didn't see it. Let's see now. It was the day after you'd had that meeting it the schoolhouse. I don't know what the ruckus was over, but when we got in that night they looked like they'd tangled with a painter. That was when Bess ordered us to keep you off the place. Next day Kitsy had a chance to talk to me. She said to tell you not to make trouble. She'd figure out a way to see you." I must have sat my saddle a full minute, just looking down at Shorty. He wouldn't lie, but I found this hard to believe. Finally I said, "All right. Shorty. You let me know if Kitsy needs me" I rode off then I could only guess what had happened. Kitsy must have made the mistake of telling Bess she knew about her and Vic Toll. Maybe she'd threatened to spread the story all over the park if Bess didn't let us get married. Hard to tell how far it had gone between them, as headstrong as they were. Kitsy had told Shorty she'd figure out a way to see me. I wished she wouldn't, for a while at least. It would only lead to more and worse trouble. © 1956, 1957, Wayne D. Overholser. From The Macmillan Company novel; distributed by King Features Syndicate. SYNOPSIS WAYNE D. OVERHOLSER'S new Western thriller © 1956, 1957, Wayne D. Overholser.. From the novel published by The Macmillan Co. Distributed by King Features Syndicate Dave lives at the Big Ten in Dillon's Park with his brother his mother and his father Joe. Joe Munro had bought the Big Ten three years ago from Hero Jason's widow. Hero had been Shot to death. Dave is in love with Kitsy Nordine and Gil loves her older sister . Dave and his father go into to see Cameron Runyan, absentee owner of the Rafter 3. They are afraid of trouble with Vic Toll his foreman. At Runyan's hotel. Dave and Joe are accosted by Sammy Blue a gunslinger. Blue threatens to shoot their if they try to see Runyan and is prevented by the hotel Runyan, with Mort another gunman, takes Joe and Dave to his room. Runyan offers to buy the Big ten at a good price, but refuses to interfere with Vic Toll. Joe refuses to sell and they leave. As they walk across the street, they hear Blue, call out "Munro!" Drawing as they turn. Joe kills Mort and Dave smashes blue a gun arm. Witnesses swear it was self-defense. The next day, Dave, seeking Bess's permission to marry Kitsy, finds the door closed in his face. Dave goes to see Elder Smith and is surprised when Vic Toll rides up. Vic threatens the Elder and warns him not to start trouble. At a meeting of the ranchers, Kitsy tells Dave she saw Vic Toll kissing her sister, Bess. At the meeting, the ranchers decide not to sell out to Cameron. S SELDOM stayed very long in the park, especially the early snows. That was true this time. By noon the next day it was gone. I had been helping my father cut our winter's supply of wood high up on a shoulder of Campbell Mountain, but there was no use to go back now. We'd" be mired down in two feet of snow. So we went to work sorting apples and putting away the root crops. Gil must have guessed what we were going to do because he went hunting. This was the kind of work I enjoyed, sitting beside my father in the gloom of the root cellar. My father enjoyed it, too, I think. For the moment at least we shared a feeling of comradeship that was rich and complete. We made small talk, avoiding the ugly topics that worried us: Gil's laziness and Bess's attitude toward me and Kitsy, and Rafter 3's greed. My father, I was sure, found the satisfaction here that he had looked forward to for so long. He even got around to telling me that, come spring, he was going to borrow some money from the bank in Buhl to buy some good Shorthorn bulls. There would be no point of that unless he could persuade the other park ranchers to get rid of their grade bulls and Invest In good stock. "We could put two, three hundred more pounds on a steer if we had purebred bulls," he said "but it's gonna be a whale of a job to make Luke Jordan and Matt Colohan see it. I've talked to a few of the boys. Johnny Strong a with me 100 per cent. Frank Dance and most of the others will go along, but Luke and Matt can't see it. I was figuring on bringing it up last night, but I saw that wasn't the time." Neither Kitsy nor Bess was in church Sunday morning. I wondered about it because they came regularly, and I couldn't remember a Sunday since I'd been in the park that both of them had missed. I was the first one out of the building. Usually I lingered to visit the way everybody else did, and then I'd ride to the Nordine place with Kitsy, Bess and Gil just ahead of us or behind us. This time I didn't wait for Gil. I had a hunch something was wrong. Maybe Kitsy was sick. But after worrying about it all the way from the church house to Anchor, I still didn't come up with anything that was as bad as the truth. While I was still in the lane, Barney Lux stepped out of the bunkhouse with his 3O-3O. He waited for me in front of the house, the Winchester lined on my brisket. "Don't get off that horse, sonny," Lux said as If he enjoyed saying it. "Just turn around and keep going. You ain't seeing Kitsy no more." I had never liked Lux. At that moment I liked him less than ever. I had a bad habit of putting everybody who did me dirt into a room and locking them up together: Gil, Bess, and Vic Toll especially. Now I shoved Lux into that room and turned the lock. I sat my saddle, wanting to get off my horse and knock his teeth down his throat, but he looked mean with, that rifle in his hand. Finally I asked, "Why?" "Dunno. Bess just said you ain't coming around here no more. "Kitsy sick?" "Heck, no." I didn't know, what to do. I had a right to find put what this was about, but I didn't know how to get past that rifle. Lux wasn't gifted with patience. He said: "Drag it, kid. I mean it!" I was ready to dig In my spurs and ride the coyote down when Shorty Quinn came around the house. He yelled, "Hold it, Barney! I'll take care of this." Lux backed up, his eyes wicked. "I don't need no help." "You shoot him and I'll blow your head off your shoulders," Shorty said. Shorty had his gun in his hand. 1 said "He means it, too, Barney." Lux kept backing off until he could see Shorty. He said sullenly, "All right; you handle it". He wheeled and stalked back to the bunkhouse. Shorty dropped his gun into its holster and walked toward me shaking his head. "Sorry, Dave He gets meaner all the time Seems like Bess ain't much beter lately. I sure can't figure her." "What's this about me not seeing Kitsy?" "It's true, I don't know the whys' and wherefores of it, but them's Bess's orders." "I've always been able to see Kitsy at church," I said. "What's happened now?" He dug a toe through the dirt, still damp from the last snow. He knew something, I thought, but he wasn't sure he ought to tell me. I said, "Shorty, you and me have always been good friends, and Kitsy thinks a lot of you. Now I aim to find out about this if I have to bust into the house—" "Be the devil to pay it you do," he said. "Well, I'll tell you what I know if you'll promise to go home and behave yourself. Ain't nothing you can do but wait till Kitsy's eighteen, but if you get hurt trying to see her now, or hurt, somebody else, you'll make things a lot worse." I knew then it was bad. I said, "All right; I promise." "They had a fight Shorty said "A terrific fight it must have been, too. A hair pulling, scratching, biting kind of a fight. Me'n Barney was out on the Range, so we didn't see it. Let's see now. It was the day after you'd had that meeting it the schoolhouse. I don't know what the ruckus was over, but when we got in that night they looked like they'd tangled with a painter. That was when Bess ordered us to keep you off the place. Next day Kitsy had a chance to talk to me. She said to tell you not to make trouble. She'd figure out a way to see you." I must have sat my saddle a full minute, just looking down at Shorty. He wouldn't lie, but I found this hard to believe. Finally I said, "All right. Shorty. You let me know if Kitsy needs me" I rode off then I could only guess what had happened. Kitsy must have made the mistake of telling Bess she knew about her and Vic Toll. Maybe she'd threatened to spread the story all over the park if Bess didn't let us get married. Hard to tell how far it had gone between them, as headstrong as they were. Kitsy had told Shorty she'd figure out a way to see me. I wished she wouldn't, for a while at least. It would only lead to more and worse trouble. © 1956, 1957, Wayne D. Overholser. From The Macmillan Company novel; distributed by King Features Syndicate. CHAPTER 10 WAYNE D. OVERHOLSER'S new Western thriller © 1956, 1957, Wayne D. Overholser.. From the novel published by The Macmillan Co. Distributed by King Features Syndicate Dave lives at the Big Ten in Dillon's Park with his brother his mother and his father Joe. Joe Munro had bought the Big Ten three years ago from Hero Jason's widow. Hero had been Shot to death. Dave is in love with Kitsy Nordine and Gil loves her older sister . Dave and his father go into to see Cameron Runyan, absentee owner of the Rafter 3. They are afraid of trouble with Vic Toll his foreman. At Runyan's hotel. Dave and Joe are accosted by Sammy Blue a gunslinger. Blue threatens to shoot their if they try to see Runyan and is prevented by the hotel Runyan, with Mort another gunman, takes Joe and Dave to his room. Runyan offers to buy the Big ten at a good price, but refuses to interfere with Vic Toll. Joe refuses to sell and they leave. As they walk across the street, they hear Blue, call out "Munro!" Drawing as they turn. Joe kills Mort and Dave smashes blue a gun arm. Witnesses swear it was self-defense. The next day, Dave, seeking Bess's permission to marry Kitsy, finds the door closed in his face. Dave goes to see Elder Smith and is surprised when Vic Toll rides up. Vic threatens the Elder and warns him not to start trouble. At a meeting of the ranchers, Kitsy tells Dave she saw Vic Toll kissing her sister, Bess. At the meeting, the ranchers decide not to sell out to Cameron. S SELDOM stayed very long in the park, especially the early snows. That was true this time. By noon the next day it was gone. I had been helping my father cut our winter's supply of wood high up on a shoulder of Campbell Mountain, but there was no use to go back now. We'd" be mired down in two feet of snow. So we went to work sorting apples and putting away the root crops. Gil must have guessed what we were going to do because he went hunting. This was the kind of work I enjoyed, sitting beside my father in the gloom of the root cellar. My father enjoyed it, too, I think. For the moment at least we shared a feeling of comradeship that was rich and complete. We made small talk, avoiding the ugly topics that worried us: Gil's laziness and Bess's attitude toward me and Kitsy, and Rafter 3's greed. My father, I was sure, found the satisfaction here that he had looked forward to for so long. He even got around to telling me that, come spring, he was going to borrow some money from the bank in Buhl to buy some good Shorthorn bulls. There would be no point of that unless he could persuade the other park ranchers to get rid of their grade bulls and Invest In good stock. "We could put two, three hundred more pounds on a steer if we had purebred bulls," he said "but it's gonna be a whale of a job to make Luke Jordan and Matt Colohan see it. I've talked to a few of the boys. Johnny Strong a with me 100 per cent. Frank Dance and most of the others will go along, but Luke and Matt can't see it. I was figuring on bringing it up last night, but I saw that wasn't the time." Neither Kitsy nor Bess was in church Sunday morning. I wondered about it because they came regularly, and I couldn't remember a Sunday since I'd been in the park that both of them had missed. I was the first one out of the building. Usually I lingered to visit the way everybody else did, and then I'd ride to the Nordine place with Kitsy, Bess and Gil just ahead of us or behind us. This time I didn't wait for Gil. I had a hunch something was wrong. Maybe Kitsy was sick. But after worrying about it all the way from the church house to Anchor, I still didn't come up with anything that was as bad as the truth. While I was still in the lane, Barney Lux stepped out of the bunkhouse with his 3O-3O. He waited for me in front of the house, the Winchester lined on my brisket. "Don't get off that horse, sonny," Lux said as If he enjoyed saying it. "Just turn around and keep going. You ain't seeing Kitsy no more." I had never liked Lux. At that moment I liked him less than ever. I had a bad habit of putting everybody who did me dirt into a room and locking them up together: Gil, Bess, and Vic Toll especially. Now I shoved Lux into that room and turned the lock. I sat my saddle, wanting to get off my horse and knock his teeth down his throat, but he looked mean with, that rifle in his hand. Finally I asked, "Why?" "Dunno. Bess just said you ain't coming around here no more. "Kitsy sick?" "Heck, no." I didn't know, what to do. I had a right to find put what this was about, but I didn't know how to get past that rifle. Lux wasn't gifted with patience. He said: "Drag it, kid. I mean it!" I was ready to dig In my spurs and ride the coyote down when Shorty Quinn came around the house. He yelled, "Hold it, Barney! I'll take care of this." Lux backed up, his eyes wicked. "I don't need no help." "You shoot him and I'll blow your head off your shoulders," Shorty said. Shorty had his gun in his hand. 1 said "He means it, too, Barney." Lux kept backing off until he could see Shorty. He said sullenly, "All right; you handle it". He wheeled and stalked back to the bunkhouse. Shorty dropped his gun into its holster and walked toward me shaking his head. "Sorry, Dave He gets meaner all the time Seems like Bess ain't much beter lately. I sure can't figure her." "What's this about me not seeing Kitsy?" "It's true, I don't know the whys' and wherefores of it, but them's Bess's orders." "I've always been able to see Kitsy at church," I said. "What's happened now?" He dug a toe through the dirt, still damp from the last snow. He knew something, I thought, but he wasn't sure he ought to tell me. I said, "Shorty, you and me have always been good friends, and Kitsy thinks a lot of you. Now I aim to find out about this if I have to bust into the house—" "Be the devil to pay it you do," he said. "Well, I'll tell you what I know if you'll promise to go home and behave yourself. Ain't nothing you can do but wait till Kitsy's eighteen, but if you get hurt trying to see her now, or hurt, somebody else, you'll make things a lot worse." I knew then it was bad. I said, "All right; I promise." "They had a fight Shorty said "A terrific fight it must have been, too. A hair pulling, scratching, biting kind of a fight. Me'n Barney was out on the Range, so we didn't see it. Let's see now. It was the day after you'd had that meeting it the schoolhouse. I don't know what the ruckus was over, but when we got in that night they looked like they'd tangled with a painter. That was when Bess ordered us to keep you off the place. Next day Kitsy had a chance to talk to me. She said to tell you not to make trouble. She'd figure out a way to see you." I must have sat my saddle a full minute, just looking down at Shorty. He wouldn't lie, but I found this hard to believe. Finally I said, "All right. Shorty. You let me know if Kitsy needs me" I rode off then I could only guess what had happened. Kitsy must have made the mistake of telling Bess she knew about her and Vic Toll. Maybe she'd threatened to spread the story all over the park if Bess didn't let us get married. Hard to tell how far it had gone between them, as headstrong as they were. Kitsy had told Shorty she'd figure out a way to see me. I wished she wouldn't, for a while at least. It would only lead to more and worse trouble. © 1956, 1957, Wayne D. Overholser. From The Macmillan Company novel; distributed by King Features Syndicate. 11 Children One definitely established just how the fire started. But rumors were that someone had struck a match and had been searching in one of the closets. The blaze started a short while after, police said. Detectives clinton Chafin and R. P. McGee were handling the case In addition to the victims in the Jones family four children of Mary Helen Rowe, also lost in the fire, were supposed to have perished. These children were unidentified at the time of the report. Detectives McGee and Chafin said, "It was the worst thing we hav seen in a long time." Mr. Jones, according to police, was upstairs in the front room working on a bed when the fire broke out. He reported to have smelled smoke and ran down stairs to see what the trouble was. By the time he reached the end of the stairs, the house was in flames Polices said he attempted to run back up stairs to reach the children who were sleeping in the back upstairs bedroom. The flames forced him back and the children perished before firemen could reach the building. The baby, sleeping in the incubator in the front room upstairs was also burned to death. The house was completely guttered by the fire. All bodies were taken to Sellers Brothers Funeral Home. Jamaica Radio Network Formed Jamaica Government has moved to establish its own radio network on the island at a cost of about $580,000. At the same time, it has agreed to extend the operation license of the island's privately owned Radio Jamaica. Chief Minister Normn Manley presented the Bill before the country's parliaments. He explained that it was not the intention of the Government to compete with commericial broadcast. But he also held the belief that the Government should reserve the right to accept, if needs be, commercial programs. The Government radio which will go into operation not later than 18 months time will cater to lovers of art and cultural entertainment. In presenting the measure to the legislature, the CM said his Government had considered it necessary to extend Radio (privately operated) Jamaica system for another 10 years with option for renewal of five years at the expiration of that time. APPEARS AT ST; AUGUSTTNE'S — Anne Gamble, associate professor of music at Fisk University, recently appeared as a featured artist in the Lyceum series at St. Augustine's College. A noted pianist, she is in private life, Mrs. Anne Gamble Kennedy, wife of Matthew Kennedy, assistant professor of pianoforte at Fisk and director of the famous Fisk Jubilee Singers.