Memphis World Memphis World Publishing Co. 1955-10-21 Raymond F. Tisby MEMPHIS WORLD A Side Glance At The Presidency The illness of President Eisenhower has raised at least a question as to whom will occupy the White House after 1956. This development has thrown the race for President of these United States as wide open as it was when President Eisenhower was persuaded to come and head the Republican ticket in 1952. Not only in the Republican ranks, since the illness of the President have there come some new as well as old faces upon the surface of the Democratic party. While in the table shown of the percentage rating of the Republican possibilities in the U. S. News and-World Report, Vice President Nixon might hold the possible lead, this could be in conformance with the spirit of solidarity and loyalty as brought forth by that giant figure, Dwight D. Eisenhower, who chose Nixon as his running mate. This might have a different picture when the dividing line of loyalty releases, the contenders and their supporters. Chief Justice Earl Warren is still a figure to be reckoned with. Having received votes for nomination in two previous conventions, and rating such high standing as to be appointed Chief Justice of the United States Supreme Court, he might get Nixon's blessings. It will be recalled that many contended that Nixon got the second place for the fact of his strong pull of forty-five electorial votes in California and the strength that would be brought from the West; Justice Warren comes from that same state and is by his season and seniority, would command even more strength than Nixon. Former Governor Harold E. Stassen, who has been in the presidential picture for a long time, is not without that strong following that made him an outstanding figure. Governor Dewey was the outstanding figure in the Chicago convention and that prophet not without honor in his own country, who maneuvered the nomination of President Eisenhower. On his own, Dewey would be a strong contender on another corner of the street at this time. Senator Knowland, another Californian, Henry Cabot Lodge, Jr., of the UN and John Foster Dulles, whose field is decidedly in the foreign affairs category, have been mentioned for the nomination. On the Democratic side of the picture, come again some of those figures who doubtlessly had decided to not choose to run if the President had not been strickened. The face of Adlai Ewing Stevenson, so long missing, comes back to the front pages of the newspapers. That familiar smile and gripping wit that made so much thrift for the voters during the last campaign are making inroads toward another Chicago. Governor Harriman of the Harriman railroad millionaires of New York is being mentioned prominently. Sam Rayburn, speaker of the house and a Texan to the manner born, is receiving favorable mention. Lest we forget, Estes Kefauver from up in the old country of "Davee" Crockett, might be able to bring the old coon-caps, pine-bark cabins and hill billy serenades back into the procession. While the kids all over the land are whooping up. "Davee" Crockett, Kefauver might catch hold of one of those coon-cap tails and make it interesting for the other contenders in that memorial race in the offing in 1956. Richard B. Russell of Georgia, a United States Senator, whose politics and policies are too well known to re-narrate is being men tioned. Anyway, the race for the presidency of the United States is flung wide open and come next year, we shrill see what we shall see. The Parable Of Peace "They shall beat their swords into plowshares" Those of us who preceded World War I and survived World War II to emerge into the chilly jaws of a cold war can relish the old days of tranquil and unsurpassed happiness for which the World yearns at this very hour. From one end of the earth to the other we hear the troubled unrest of every nation, tribe and tongue those cries from the troubled pot pour of uncertainty and insecurity. Economic maladjustments, unbalanced distribution of the population and racial disturbances ail go to make up their contribution to a world condition in which mankind apparently will not learn even the hard way the road to a lasting peace. Why is all this disturbance in the world? From what source comes this unrest and wherein is civilization benefitted in such a state as it persists in all this regimentation, instability and in security, whose fruits and bitter dregs it already knows? These questions would go back and inquire into many phases of world policy which has long been out of focus with the vision of a standard normalcy. The fact that the world had not shrunk into a ninety hour neighborhood in which the clash of opinions horn-lock each other, accounts for the ability of conditions so muchly in conflict, to carry on for generations. The world continues to contract, drawing people and their interest closer together. In this, the country and the world might as well get down to serious study as how to bring together a quickly as possible races and creeds in line with the ever contrading state of a world becoming smaller and smaller every day. "BACK OF THE BAR" WOMEN REGISTRATION AND LOVE CAMPAIGN WORKERS — These fifty women shown above answered the call of the Registration Committee of the Ministers and Citizens League to form a Women's Voter Registration committee to boost Negro voter registration before the 5 p. m., deadline today (Friday) and to work in the campaign toward getting the Rev. Roy Love, pastor of Mt. Nebo Baptist Church elected to the Memphis Board of Education. They are: Mrs. Belle Pettigrew, Mrs. Virginia Bently, Mrs. C. M. Davis, Mrs. Ruby L. Biles, Mrs. Ann Mims, Mrs. Lina Armstrong, Mrs. Essie Webb, Mrs. Irma Jones, Mrs. Idella McNichols, Mrs. Mattie Day, Mrs. Fannie Ross, Mrs. B. E. Parker', Mrs. Bessie Claybrook, Mrs. M. L. Rideout, Mrs. Mary Nelson, Mrs. Rosie Winders, Mrs. Ophelia Scott, Mrs. Alma Booker, Mrs. Maxine Wilson, Mrs. Lillie S. Hardy, Mrs. Mattie Middleton, Mrs. Cora Phillip, Mrs. Lillie Snipes, Mrs. Willie M. Johnson, Mrs. Lula Farris, Mrs. Mary Wiley, Mrs. Carrie Evans, Mrs. M. A. Smith, Mrs. Louise Lynom, Mrs. Louise Allen, Mrs. R. Bracy Haynes, Mrs. Rosie B. Whitson, Mrs. Johnetta Morris, Mrs. Mary Brooks, Mrs. Nellie Smith, Mrs. Zellie Veasy, Mrs. Edna Elliott, Mrs. Elnora Moore, Mrs. Alma Dowdy, Mrs. Zettie Miller, Mrs. Naud Rodgers, Mrs. L. E. Brown, Madam G. S. Morgan Young, Mrs. Evelyn C. Stuart, and Mrs. Hattie Mae Foster. The men on the picture are Rev. R. W. Norswarthy, Rev. Henry C. Bunion, Lieutenant, G W. Lee, and Rev. L. M. Morganfield. NAACP Chieftain sires of our rounding fathers. "The real subversives are those who defy the constitution of our country and openly declare they will not obey it, or who scheme to evade it and counsel others to do likewise. Mr. Cook has said that the Supreme Court ruling on segregation in the Public Schools should not be obeyed. He has advised on ways and means of circumventing it. "It is he, not we who are seeking to undermine the government of the United States. There is nothing subversive in demanding equality under the constitution. The constitution prescribes equality for citizens. Those who deny that equality are subverting the consti tution." In Atlanta, Dr. William M. Boyd, president of the Georgia State Conference of NAACP Branches, said: "The Attorney General's speech about the NAACP reminds me of the slogan: If you can't lick 'em call: 'em Communists.' In point of fact, Mr. Cook has presented something as incontrovertible truth that a good lawyer, arid he is a lawyer, would hesitate to present as evidence in a court of law. To deceive the public about the NAACP, he gives the impression that the mass of raw, unassembled and unverified documents contained in the files of the Un-American Activities Committee is the authentic subversive list, hence the 'leadership of the NAACP is red.' 'Mr. Cook knows and the Georgia anti-subversive form proves that the U. S. Attorney General's list is the only bona fide one in America. Despite his charges, the NAACP is not found on the Federal or Georgia list. Apparently when dealing with the NAACP, the Attorney General enjoys engaging in what Churchill called: 'terminological inexactitudes.' Regardless of this, the NAACP will not be deterred from its objective of seeking full equality through the courts for all Americans." J. H. Calhoun, acting president of the Atlanta Branch, said: "Under Mr. Cook's thesis, George Washington and Abraham Lincoln would doubtless be a suspect as the NAACP leadership in the eyes of this Joe McCarthy-come-lately.' He makes a great 'play' for enforcing the law. The State of Georgia has ample laws and an established committee to deal with subversion. Why doesn't Mr. Cook use the facilities already at his command? Does he need a special law for the NAACP? Or is he afraid that the NAACP is not subversive?" NOT SUBVERSIVE sires of our rounding fathers. "The real subversives are those who defy the constitution of our country and openly declare they will not obey it, or who scheme to evade it and counsel others to do likewise. Mr. Cook has said that the Supreme Court ruling on segregation in the Public Schools should not be obeyed. He has advised on ways and means of circumventing it. "It is he, not we who are seeking to undermine the government of the United States. There is nothing subversive in demanding equality under the constitution. The constitution prescribes equality for citizens. Those who deny that equality are subverting the consti tution." In Atlanta, Dr. William M. Boyd, president of the Georgia State Conference of NAACP Branches, said: "The Attorney General's speech about the NAACP reminds me of the slogan: If you can't lick 'em call: 'em Communists.' In point of fact, Mr. Cook has presented something as incontrovertible truth that a good lawyer, arid he is a lawyer, would hesitate to present as evidence in a court of law. To deceive the public about the NAACP, he gives the impression that the mass of raw, unassembled and unverified documents contained in the files of the Un-American Activities Committee is the authentic subversive list, hence the 'leadership of the NAACP is red.' 'Mr. Cook knows and the Georgia anti-subversive form proves that the U. S. Attorney General's list is the only bona fide one in America. Despite his charges, the NAACP is not found on the Federal or Georgia list. Apparently when dealing with the NAACP, the Attorney General enjoys engaging in what Churchill called: 'terminological inexactitudes.' Regardless of this, the NAACP will not be deterred from its objective of seeking full equality through the courts for all Americans." J. H. Calhoun, acting president of the Atlanta Branch, said: "Under Mr. Cook's thesis, George Washington and Abraham Lincoln would doubtless be a suspect as the NAACP leadership in the eyes of this Joe McCarthy-come-lately.' He makes a great 'play' for enforcing the law. The State of Georgia has ample laws and an established committee to deal with subversion. Why doesn't Mr. Cook use the facilities already at his command? Does he need a special law for the NAACP? Or is he afraid that the NAACP is not subversive?" ATLANTA LEADER sires of our rounding fathers. "The real subversives are those who defy the constitution of our country and openly declare they will not obey it, or who scheme to evade it and counsel others to do likewise. Mr. Cook has said that the Supreme Court ruling on segregation in the Public Schools should not be obeyed. He has advised on ways and means of circumventing it. "It is he, not we who are seeking to undermine the government of the United States. There is nothing subversive in demanding equality under the constitution. The constitution prescribes equality for citizens. Those who deny that equality are subverting the consti tution." In Atlanta, Dr. William M. Boyd, president of the Georgia State Conference of NAACP Branches, said: "The Attorney General's speech about the NAACP reminds me of the slogan: If you can't lick 'em call: 'em Communists.' In point of fact, Mr. Cook has presented something as incontrovertible truth that a good lawyer, arid he is a lawyer, would hesitate to present as evidence in a court of law. To deceive the public about the NAACP, he gives the impression that the mass of raw, unassembled and unverified documents contained in the files of the Un-American Activities Committee is the authentic subversive list, hence the 'leadership of the NAACP is red.' 'Mr. Cook knows and the Georgia anti-subversive form proves that the U. S. Attorney General's list is the only bona fide one in America. Despite his charges, the NAACP is not found on the Federal or Georgia list. Apparently when dealing with the NAACP, the Attorney General enjoys engaging in what Churchill called: 'terminological inexactitudes.' Regardless of this, the NAACP will not be deterred from its objective of seeking full equality through the courts for all Americans." J. H. Calhoun, acting president of the Atlanta Branch, said: "Under Mr. Cook's thesis, George Washington and Abraham Lincoln would doubtless be a suspect as the NAACP leadership in the eyes of this Joe McCarthy-come-lately.' He makes a great 'play' for enforcing the law. The State of Georgia has ample laws and an established committee to deal with subversion. Why doesn't Mr. Cook use the facilities already at his command? Does he need a special law for the NAACP? Or is he afraid that the NAACP is not subversive?" UNFINISHED CRIME In a ten rent store on Firth Avenue, New York. Sara Dacre had unwittingly bought the "Fire or India" ruby. To dodge police, Moxon had ingeniously selected this fabulous treasure on the jewelry counter there but before he could carry out his plan to retrieve it death claimed him. While making this purchase Sarah Dacre unexpectedly met her neighbor. Gerry Hone and had accompanied him to a cafeteria where in the milling crowd. Hone somehow disappeared. A cat-like Oriental man ried to be friendly with Sarah in the cafeteria, and as she walked home, a man with limping footsteps followed her. Moxon had served in the China-Burma-India theater of the war and afterward had turned to criminal pursuits. On her way uptown to visit tier Aunt Caroline that evening the dime stoic ruby pendant hung about her neck. Sarah was approached by a strange man who courteously offered her a lift in his car. She refused it politely. IN 1884, WHEN Caroline Dacre married David Larch at the age of 18, the Dacre clan was scandalizod. "Not even a wolf of Wall Street—just a jackal," said Grandfather Dacre, "Men like that may make money, Caroline, but they cannot hold oh to it. If only you were a sensible girl, like Daisy Spencer! She's marrying the son of my old Harvard classmate, Dickson Clive. You know where you are with people like the Clives. They'll never be rich and they'll never be poor. But Grandfather Dacre was wrong. David Larch, his wits honed and tempered by early poverty, weathered all financial storms and even after he died, in 1940, his widow was able to go on living in the handsome town house. There seemed to be only one flaw in her life—she and David were childless. On the other hand, after 1929 Dickson Clive was forced to turn his taste for art into money by becoming a dealer. Now, many years a widower, his only son dead in the last war, he was one of a halfdozen elderly men who dropped in at Caroline Larch's for an evening of dinner and bridge—the last survivor of her many beaux. There was a Gallic flavor about the house David built for Caroline in the nineties—chaste, gray stone, wintry as a Parisian street scene by Vlaminck or Utrillo, and tall, grilled casements. Once you crossed the threshold, you stepped into a fragment of the Edwardian world, preserved as miraculously as a fly in amber. Caroline never left the house now. Its climate, airless, warm and equable as a womb, had become as necessary to her as the shell to the tortoise. She could no longer go up and down stairs. The ground floor music room had been turned into a bedroom for her and her companion, Miss Creel, slept In an adjoining dressing room. Everyone inside the house was old. Even Stevens, who opened the door for Sara this evening, exposed a white head to the night air and shut the door carefully with hands that trembled. For the first time Sara breathed the hothouse air with a sense homecoming and relief. She even felt grateful for the stout lock on an the old-fashioned door. In this fortress of security that resisted time itself, she would be safe. She was a thousand light years removed from Automats and ten-cent stores and queer encounters on dark streets. She left her cap in a guestroom and combed her hair by mellow lamplight that hardly reached the cloudy mirror in the carved frame. She saw a wan girl, dressed in gray with the dull shine of old silver, a brilliant blob of crimson at her throat gathering up all the rays of muffled light and casting them back at the beholder in a flash like fire. "Perhaps I shouldn't have worn it, after all," she thought as she went down the leisurely curve of the great staircase. At the door she paused. Lamplight fell on a small group before a fireplace where applewood purred softly as it smouldered. Beyond the tall room was vast and shadowy, the ceiling lost to view, in substantial as a room in a dream. Aunt Caroline sat in a wheel chair. Though the room was stifling, a thin, silky Bellagio blanket, striped red and blue, lay across her frail knees. One hand rested on a slender, ebony stick that David Larch had carried with evening dress. Her thin, white hair was parted in the middle and drawn to a small knot on the nape of her neck—the Pysche knot of her youth. The blue eyes, so famous in their day for size and brilliance, Were pale and shrunken now, the flesh around them dark as a fading bruise. Her nose had sharpened to a point as her flesh wasted away arid there was a bluish tinge to lips clamped together in an unnatural line over false teeth. Her dress was an icy blue, frosted with fine, white lace—an old woman's dress with flowing sleeves and a high neckline. Half lost in the misty folds of lace were the splendid Greville sapphires, a necklace and two bracelets, David Larch's wedding present to his bride of long ago. This extreme old age was not living at all. It was the beginning of the long, slow, cruel process called dying. Already Caroline was like a royal mummy decked in the funeral jewels that would pay its passage through purgatory. And then she spoke. "Come in, Sara. Don't stand there staring at us." The beautiful voice alone was unchanged—as deep, as clear, as rich and various in tone as ever. In Caroline Larch it would be the last thing to go, only with breath itself. On the other side of ah inlaid card table sat a slender, quiet man almost as old as Caroline. His white hair was still thick. A silvery beard, shaped to a neat point, gave his age a kind of jauntiness. Black eyes, startling under white brows were like a bird's, so small, round and bright they seemed innocent of pity. "You remember my old friend Dickson Clive? My favorite niece, Dick—Sara Dacre." He had risen before Sara could protest His brow was stately, his smile charming. A little apart from the others, on a small, French sofa, sat Edna Creel, Caroline's nurse and companion. Knitting needles flashed incessantly in her busy fingers, adding stitch after stitch to a baby's sock, pausing only when she put out one hand to jerk another length of pink yarn from the ball in the knitting bag on her arm. All her movements were curt and angular; her smile capable rather than pleasant. Her face was lean and well cut, but her body had begun to thicken and there was a firmness about her waist that suggested strict corseting. For so many years she had played the mother to elderly children of wealth that everything she said or did was set in a hard mould ot pseudomaternity — crisply kind, reliably devoted, but somehow lacking the warmth and tenderness of a more normal relation. Caroline had once summed up her companion: "Life has beaten Edna, but she's one of those heroines who doesn't know when she's beaten." There was no quiet despair in her, but rather a loud determined cheerfulness. "Edna, bring up another chair for my niece. Sara, we missed you at dinner. What is this unpleasant business that delayed you?" "It's a long story." Sara saw playing cards on the table. "Don't let me interrupt your game." "We haven't started yet." Clive spoke so suddenly, Sara turned her head sharply in his direction. "We're still waiting for Greg Sallust, who is going to make up a fourth and—careful, Miss Dacre! You're about to lose your pendant!" That sharp turn of the head had disengaged the simple hook and eye clasp. Sara felt a swift, snaky slither against her skin as the fine chain slid away from her throat. She was leaning forward so the pendant fell clear of her skirt. Clive was on his feet already. He caught it before it reached the floor. His reflexes were those of a younger man. "Whew!" He shook his head, smiled ruefully. Sara managed to stammer "Thank you," and held out her hand. She was glad of an excuse to drop her eyes as she bent her head to fasten the chain at the nape of the neck. Aunt Caroline's ancient cavalier had assumed the ruby was real. Every line of his face, every movement of his body had shown alert anxiety and more —the awe of a man who thinks be sees several hundred thousand dollars slipping unheeded from a lady's neck. SYNOPSIS In a ten rent store on Firth Avenue, New York. Sara Dacre had unwittingly bought the "Fire or India" ruby. To dodge police, Moxon had ingeniously selected this fabulous treasure on the jewelry counter there but before he could carry out his plan to retrieve it death claimed him. While making this purchase Sarah Dacre unexpectedly met her neighbor. Gerry Hone and had accompanied him to a cafeteria where in the milling crowd. Hone somehow disappeared. A cat-like Oriental man ried to be friendly with Sarah in the cafeteria, and as she walked home, a man with limping footsteps followed her. Moxon had served in the China-Burma-India theater of the war and afterward had turned to criminal pursuits. On her way uptown to visit tier Aunt Caroline that evening the dime stoic ruby pendant hung about her neck. Sarah was approached by a strange man who courteously offered her a lift in his car. She refused it politely. IN 1884, WHEN Caroline Dacre married David Larch at the age of 18, the Dacre clan was scandalizod. "Not even a wolf of Wall Street—just a jackal," said Grandfather Dacre, "Men like that may make money, Caroline, but they cannot hold oh to it. If only you were a sensible girl, like Daisy Spencer! She's marrying the son of my old Harvard classmate, Dickson Clive. You know where you are with people like the Clives. They'll never be rich and they'll never be poor. But Grandfather Dacre was wrong. David Larch, his wits honed and tempered by early poverty, weathered all financial storms and even after he died, in 1940, his widow was able to go on living in the handsome town house. There seemed to be only one flaw in her life—she and David were childless. On the other hand, after 1929 Dickson Clive was forced to turn his taste for art into money by becoming a dealer. Now, many years a widower, his only son dead in the last war, he was one of a halfdozen elderly men who dropped in at Caroline Larch's for an evening of dinner and bridge—the last survivor of her many beaux. There was a Gallic flavor about the house David built for Caroline in the nineties—chaste, gray stone, wintry as a Parisian street scene by Vlaminck or Utrillo, and tall, grilled casements. Once you crossed the threshold, you stepped into a fragment of the Edwardian world, preserved as miraculously as a fly in amber. Caroline never left the house now. Its climate, airless, warm and equable as a womb, had become as necessary to her as the shell to the tortoise. She could no longer go up and down stairs. The ground floor music room had been turned into a bedroom for her and her companion, Miss Creel, slept In an adjoining dressing room. Everyone inside the house was old. Even Stevens, who opened the door for Sara this evening, exposed a white head to the night air and shut the door carefully with hands that trembled. For the first time Sara breathed the hothouse air with a sense homecoming and relief. She even felt grateful for the stout lock on an the old-fashioned door. In this fortress of security that resisted time itself, she would be safe. She was a thousand light years removed from Automats and ten-cent stores and queer encounters on dark streets. She left her cap in a guestroom and combed her hair by mellow lamplight that hardly reached the cloudy mirror in the carved frame. She saw a wan girl, dressed in gray with the dull shine of old silver, a brilliant blob of crimson at her throat gathering up all the rays of muffled light and casting them back at the beholder in a flash like fire. "Perhaps I shouldn't have worn it, after all," she thought as she went down the leisurely curve of the great staircase. At the door she paused. Lamplight fell on a small group before a fireplace where applewood purred softly as it smouldered. Beyond the tall room was vast and shadowy, the ceiling lost to view, in substantial as a room in a dream. Aunt Caroline sat in a wheel chair. Though the room was stifling, a thin, silky Bellagio blanket, striped red and blue, lay across her frail knees. One hand rested on a slender, ebony stick that David Larch had carried with evening dress. Her thin, white hair was parted in the middle and drawn to a small knot on the nape of her neck—the Pysche knot of her youth. The blue eyes, so famous in their day for size and brilliance, Were pale and shrunken now, the flesh around them dark as a fading bruise. Her nose had sharpened to a point as her flesh wasted away arid there was a bluish tinge to lips clamped together in an unnatural line over false teeth. Her dress was an icy blue, frosted with fine, white lace—an old woman's dress with flowing sleeves and a high neckline. Half lost in the misty folds of lace were the splendid Greville sapphires, a necklace and two bracelets, David Larch's wedding present to his bride of long ago. This extreme old age was not living at all. It was the beginning of the long, slow, cruel process called dying. Already Caroline was like a royal mummy decked in the funeral jewels that would pay its passage through purgatory. And then she spoke. "Come in, Sara. Don't stand there staring at us." The beautiful voice alone was unchanged—as deep, as clear, as rich and various in tone as ever. In Caroline Larch it would be the last thing to go, only with breath itself. On the other side of ah inlaid card table sat a slender, quiet man almost as old as Caroline. His white hair was still thick. A silvery beard, shaped to a neat point, gave his age a kind of jauntiness. Black eyes, startling under white brows were like a bird's, so small, round and bright they seemed innocent of pity. "You remember my old friend Dickson Clive? My favorite niece, Dick—Sara Dacre." He had risen before Sara could protest His brow was stately, his smile charming. A little apart from the others, on a small, French sofa, sat Edna Creel, Caroline's nurse and companion. Knitting needles flashed incessantly in her busy fingers, adding stitch after stitch to a baby's sock, pausing only when she put out one hand to jerk another length of pink yarn from the ball in the knitting bag on her arm. All her movements were curt and angular; her smile capable rather than pleasant. Her face was lean and well cut, but her body had begun to thicken and there was a firmness about her waist that suggested strict corseting. For so many years she had played the mother to elderly children of wealth that everything she said or did was set in a hard mould ot pseudomaternity — crisply kind, reliably devoted, but somehow lacking the warmth and tenderness of a more normal relation. Caroline had once summed up her companion: "Life has beaten Edna, but she's one of those heroines who doesn't know when she's beaten." There was no quiet despair in her, but rather a loud determined cheerfulness. "Edna, bring up another chair for my niece. Sara, we missed you at dinner. What is this unpleasant business that delayed you?" "It's a long story." Sara saw playing cards on the table. "Don't let me interrupt your game." "We haven't started yet." Clive spoke so suddenly, Sara turned her head sharply in his direction. "We're still waiting for Greg Sallust, who is going to make up a fourth and—careful, Miss Dacre! You're about to lose your pendant!" That sharp turn of the head had disengaged the simple hook and eye clasp. Sara felt a swift, snaky slither against her skin as the fine chain slid away from her throat. She was leaning forward so the pendant fell clear of her skirt. Clive was on his feet already. He caught it before it reached the floor. His reflexes were those of a younger man. "Whew!" He shook his head, smiled ruefully. Sara managed to stammer "Thank you," and held out her hand. She was glad of an excuse to drop her eyes as she bent her head to fasten the chain at the nape of the neck. Aunt Caroline's ancient cavalier had assumed the ruby was real. Every line of his face, every movement of his body had shown alert anxiety and more —the awe of a man who thinks be sees several hundred thousand dollars slipping unheeded from a lady's neck. CHAPTER NINE In a ten rent store on Firth Avenue, New York. Sara Dacre had unwittingly bought the "Fire or India" ruby. To dodge police, Moxon had ingeniously selected this fabulous treasure on the jewelry counter there but before he could carry out his plan to retrieve it death claimed him. While making this purchase Sarah Dacre unexpectedly met her neighbor. Gerry Hone and had accompanied him to a cafeteria where in the milling crowd. Hone somehow disappeared. A cat-like Oriental man ried to be friendly with Sarah in the cafeteria, and as she walked home, a man with limping footsteps followed her. Moxon had served in the China-Burma-India theater of the war and afterward had turned to criminal pursuits. On her way uptown to visit tier Aunt Caroline that evening the dime stoic ruby pendant hung about her neck. Sarah was approached by a strange man who courteously offered her a lift in his car. She refused it politely. IN 1884, WHEN Caroline Dacre married David Larch at the age of 18, the Dacre clan was scandalizod. "Not even a wolf of Wall Street—just a jackal," said Grandfather Dacre, "Men like that may make money, Caroline, but they cannot hold oh to it. If only you were a sensible girl, like Daisy Spencer! She's marrying the son of my old Harvard classmate, Dickson Clive. You know where you are with people like the Clives. They'll never be rich and they'll never be poor. But Grandfather Dacre was wrong. David Larch, his wits honed and tempered by early poverty, weathered all financial storms and even after he died, in 1940, his widow was able to go on living in the handsome town house. There seemed to be only one flaw in her life—she and David were childless. On the other hand, after 1929 Dickson Clive was forced to turn his taste for art into money by becoming a dealer. Now, many years a widower, his only son dead in the last war, he was one of a halfdozen elderly men who dropped in at Caroline Larch's for an evening of dinner and bridge—the last survivor of her many beaux. There was a Gallic flavor about the house David built for Caroline in the nineties—chaste, gray stone, wintry as a Parisian street scene by Vlaminck or Utrillo, and tall, grilled casements. Once you crossed the threshold, you stepped into a fragment of the Edwardian world, preserved as miraculously as a fly in amber. Caroline never left the house now. Its climate, airless, warm and equable as a womb, had become as necessary to her as the shell to the tortoise. She could no longer go up and down stairs. The ground floor music room had been turned into a bedroom for her and her companion, Miss Creel, slept In an adjoining dressing room. Everyone inside the house was old. Even Stevens, who opened the door for Sara this evening, exposed a white head to the night air and shut the door carefully with hands that trembled. For the first time Sara breathed the hothouse air with a sense homecoming and relief. She even felt grateful for the stout lock on an the old-fashioned door. In this fortress of security that resisted time itself, she would be safe. She was a thousand light years removed from Automats and ten-cent stores and queer encounters on dark streets. She left her cap in a guestroom and combed her hair by mellow lamplight that hardly reached the cloudy mirror in the carved frame. She saw a wan girl, dressed in gray with the dull shine of old silver, a brilliant blob of crimson at her throat gathering up all the rays of muffled light and casting them back at the beholder in a flash like fire. "Perhaps I shouldn't have worn it, after all," she thought as she went down the leisurely curve of the great staircase. At the door she paused. Lamplight fell on a small group before a fireplace where applewood purred softly as it smouldered. Beyond the tall room was vast and shadowy, the ceiling lost to view, in substantial as a room in a dream. Aunt Caroline sat in a wheel chair. Though the room was stifling, a thin, silky Bellagio blanket, striped red and blue, lay across her frail knees. One hand rested on a slender, ebony stick that David Larch had carried with evening dress. Her thin, white hair was parted in the middle and drawn to a small knot on the nape of her neck—the Pysche knot of her youth. The blue eyes, so famous in their day for size and brilliance, Were pale and shrunken now, the flesh around them dark as a fading bruise. Her nose had sharpened to a point as her flesh wasted away arid there was a bluish tinge to lips clamped together in an unnatural line over false teeth. Her dress was an icy blue, frosted with fine, white lace—an old woman's dress with flowing sleeves and a high neckline. Half lost in the misty folds of lace were the splendid Greville sapphires, a necklace and two bracelets, David Larch's wedding present to his bride of long ago. This extreme old age was not living at all. It was the beginning of the long, slow, cruel process called dying. Already Caroline was like a royal mummy decked in the funeral jewels that would pay its passage through purgatory. And then she spoke. "Come in, Sara. Don't stand there staring at us." The beautiful voice alone was unchanged—as deep, as clear, as rich and various in tone as ever. In Caroline Larch it would be the last thing to go, only with breath itself. On the other side of ah inlaid card table sat a slender, quiet man almost as old as Caroline. His white hair was still thick. A silvery beard, shaped to a neat point, gave his age a kind of jauntiness. Black eyes, startling under white brows were like a bird's, so small, round and bright they seemed innocent of pity. "You remember my old friend Dickson Clive? My favorite niece, Dick—Sara Dacre." He had risen before Sara could protest His brow was stately, his smile charming. A little apart from the others, on a small, French sofa, sat Edna Creel, Caroline's nurse and companion. Knitting needles flashed incessantly in her busy fingers, adding stitch after stitch to a baby's sock, pausing only when she put out one hand to jerk another length of pink yarn from the ball in the knitting bag on her arm. All her movements were curt and angular; her smile capable rather than pleasant. Her face was lean and well cut, but her body had begun to thicken and there was a firmness about her waist that suggested strict corseting. For so many years she had played the mother to elderly children of wealth that everything she said or did was set in a hard mould ot pseudomaternity — crisply kind, reliably devoted, but somehow lacking the warmth and tenderness of a more normal relation. Caroline had once summed up her companion: "Life has beaten Edna, but she's one of those heroines who doesn't know when she's beaten." There was no quiet despair in her, but rather a loud determined cheerfulness. "Edna, bring up another chair for my niece. Sara, we missed you at dinner. What is this unpleasant business that delayed you?" "It's a long story." Sara saw playing cards on the table. "Don't let me interrupt your game." "We haven't started yet." Clive spoke so suddenly, Sara turned her head sharply in his direction. "We're still waiting for Greg Sallust, who is going to make up a fourth and—careful, Miss Dacre! You're about to lose your pendant!" That sharp turn of the head had disengaged the simple hook and eye clasp. Sara felt a swift, snaky slither against her skin as the fine chain slid away from her throat. She was leaning forward so the pendant fell clear of her skirt. Clive was on his feet already. He caught it before it reached the floor. His reflexes were those of a younger man. "Whew!" He shook his head, smiled ruefully. Sara managed to stammer "Thank you," and held out her hand. She was glad of an excuse to drop her eyes as she bent her head to fasten the chain at the nape of the neck. Aunt Caroline's ancient cavalier had assumed the ruby was real. Every line of his face, every movement of his body had shown alert anxiety and more —the awe of a man who thinks be sees several hundred thousand dollars slipping unheeded from a lady's neck. Judge Boyd colleges would be completely desegregated. After hearing the arguments Judge Boyd ruled in favor of the reverse stair step plan of the state board of education. "The plan here proposed to open the doors of state supported institutions of higher learning to academically qualified Negro students a year at a time from graduate level down is certainly a reasonable good faith start toward full compliance and implementation of the governing constitutional principles announced by the Supreme Court," Judge Boyd concluded. He described the general collegiate desegregation plan as "a feasible, adequate and sound solution of this whole problem" and added that "the court cannot agree at all that the plan is an evasive method to circumvent the decisions of the Supreme Court." A battery of six Negro attorneys, including Z. Alexander Looby of Nashville, Robert Carter, special NAACP counsel from New York City and Memphians H. T. Lockard, J. F. Estes, A. W. Willis, Jr., and B. L. Hooks, arguing in behalf of the five youths, asked for immediate desegregation pointing but that other decisions on integration since the Supreme Court mandate have held that Negroes were entitled to immediate admission to public colleges and felt that approval of the plan could set a precedent in the south for others to follow. Arguing for the state's plan were Atty. General George McCahdless, Solicitor General Allison B Humphreys and Advocate General Nat Tipton. In the state's argument Atty. General McCandless admitted that the "era of integration is inevitable" but asserted that the plan would bring about a "frictionless" change. State's counsel also argued that immediate integration of state colleges could lead to possible loss of accredation by an "unbridled" influx of Negro enrollees and further place the college in an impossible financial position because the state legislature already has appropriated their heeds until 1957. Witnesses for the state included MSC president Jack Smith, commissioner of education and charman of the state board of education Quill E. Cope and W. E. Turner, coordinator of the division of instruction for the state department of education. Attorneys for Elijah Noel, Joseph McGhee, Ruth Booker Van Hook, Mardest Knowles and Nellie Peoples Whitson, who though victors in the case are not eligible for admittance since they are all undergraduates, announced they would appeal Judge Boyd's ruling on the gradual desegregation plan. The attorneys have a maximum of 10 days after the judgment is entered to file a motion for a new trial and if the motion is denied, they have another 30 days to file notice of appeal. The case, if appealed, will be heard at the Sixth Circuit Court of Appeals. The plan, ruled on by Judge Boyd, applies to Memphis State College, Austin Peay at Clarksville, Middle Tennesse State at Murfreesboro, Tennessee, Polytechnic Institute at Cookeville and East Tennessee State at Johnson City. The University of Tennessee at Knoxville does not come under the board's Jurisdiction, but is expected to adopt a similar plan. Negro applicants desiring to do graduate study are eligible to make application now for the second term of the above named schools Memphis state College second semester begins Feb. 1 while at the other institutions the second term begins a month earlier on Jan. 1. Since the adoption of the plan one Negro has filed for admission, to a state college. The Rev. W. N. Daniel, who earlier was refused admission has reapplied for admis sion to Austin Peay State College at Clarksville While the state's plan does not apply to elementary and high schools the ruling by Judge Boyd knocked the props from under local school boards who have heretofore refused admission to Negroes because the state laws had not been invalidated. Since school segregation is no longer lawful in Tennessee many school boards will be faced with the problem of working out plans for Negro admittance into all public elementary and high schools and in connection with this Judge Boyd recommended that two Negro educators, Blair T. Hunt, principal of Booker Washington high school, and Hollis Price, president of LeMoyne College and "other interested persons" meet with Memphis public school Supt. Ernest Ball to work out plans for Memphis schools. NOT EVASIVE colleges would be completely desegregated. After hearing the arguments Judge Boyd ruled in favor of the reverse stair step plan of the state board of education. "The plan here proposed to open the doors of state supported institutions of higher learning to academically qualified Negro students a year at a time from graduate level down is certainly a reasonable good faith start toward full compliance and implementation of the governing constitutional principles announced by the Supreme Court," Judge Boyd concluded. He described the general collegiate desegregation plan as "a feasible, adequate and sound solution of this whole problem" and added that "the court cannot agree at all that the plan is an evasive method to circumvent the decisions of the Supreme Court." A battery of six Negro attorneys, including Z. Alexander Looby of Nashville, Robert Carter, special NAACP counsel from New York City and Memphians H. T. Lockard, J. F. Estes, A. W. Willis, Jr., and B. L. Hooks, arguing in behalf of the five youths, asked for immediate desegregation pointing but that other decisions on integration since the Supreme Court mandate have held that Negroes were entitled to immediate admission to public colleges and felt that approval of the plan could set a precedent in the south for others to follow. Arguing for the state's plan were Atty. General George McCahdless, Solicitor General Allison B Humphreys and Advocate General Nat Tipton. In the state's argument Atty. General McCandless admitted that the "era of integration is inevitable" but asserted that the plan would bring about a "frictionless" change. State's counsel also argued that immediate integration of state colleges could lead to possible loss of accredation by an "unbridled" influx of Negro enrollees and further place the college in an impossible financial position because the state legislature already has appropriated their heeds until 1957. Witnesses for the state included MSC president Jack Smith, commissioner of education and charman of the state board of education Quill E. Cope and W. E. Turner, coordinator of the division of instruction for the state department of education. Attorneys for Elijah Noel, Joseph McGhee, Ruth Booker Van Hook, Mardest Knowles and Nellie Peoples Whitson, who though victors in the case are not eligible for admittance since they are all undergraduates, announced they would appeal Judge Boyd's ruling on the gradual desegregation plan. The attorneys have a maximum of 10 days after the judgment is entered to file a motion for a new trial and if the motion is denied, they have another 30 days to file notice of appeal. The case, if appealed, will be heard at the Sixth Circuit Court of Appeals. The plan, ruled on by Judge Boyd, applies to Memphis State College, Austin Peay at Clarksville, Middle Tennesse State at Murfreesboro, Tennessee, Polytechnic Institute at Cookeville and East Tennessee State at Johnson City. The University of Tennessee at Knoxville does not come under the board's Jurisdiction, but is expected to adopt a similar plan. Negro applicants desiring to do graduate study are eligible to make application now for the second term of the above named schools Memphis state College second semester begins Feb. 1 while at the other institutions the second term begins a month earlier on Jan. 1. Since the adoption of the plan one Negro has filed for admission, to a state college. The Rev. W. N. Daniel, who earlier was refused admission has reapplied for admis sion to Austin Peay State College at Clarksville While the state's plan does not apply to elementary and high schools the ruling by Judge Boyd knocked the props from under local school boards who have heretofore refused admission to Negroes because the state laws had not been invalidated. Since school segregation is no longer lawful in Tennessee many school boards will be faced with the problem of working out plans for Negro admittance into all public elementary and high schools and in connection with this Judge Boyd recommended that two Negro educators, Blair T. Hunt, principal of Booker Washington high school, and Hollis Price, president of LeMoyne College and "other interested persons" meet with Memphis public school Supt. Ernest Ball to work out plans for Memphis schools. INTEGRATION INEVITABLE colleges would be completely desegregated. After hearing the arguments Judge Boyd ruled in favor of the reverse stair step plan of the state board of education. "The plan here proposed to open the doors of state supported institutions of higher learning to academically qualified Negro students a year at a time from graduate level down is certainly a reasonable good faith start toward full compliance and implementation of the governing constitutional principles announced by the Supreme Court," Judge Boyd concluded. He described the general collegiate desegregation plan as "a feasible, adequate and sound solution of this whole problem" and added that "the court cannot agree at all that the plan is an evasive method to circumvent the decisions of the Supreme Court." A battery of six Negro attorneys, including Z. Alexander Looby of Nashville, Robert Carter, special NAACP counsel from New York City and Memphians H. T. Lockard, J. F. Estes, A. W. Willis, Jr., and B. L. Hooks, arguing in behalf of the five youths, asked for immediate desegregation pointing but that other decisions on integration since the Supreme Court mandate have held that Negroes were entitled to immediate admission to public colleges and felt that approval of the plan could set a precedent in the south for others to follow. Arguing for the state's plan were Atty. General George McCahdless, Solicitor General Allison B Humphreys and Advocate General Nat Tipton. In the state's argument Atty. General McCandless admitted that the "era of integration is inevitable" but asserted that the plan would bring about a "frictionless" change. State's counsel also argued that immediate integration of state colleges could lead to possible loss of accredation by an "unbridled" influx of Negro enrollees and further place the college in an impossible financial position because the state legislature already has appropriated their heeds until 1957. Witnesses for the state included MSC president Jack Smith, commissioner of education and charman of the state board of education Quill E. Cope and W. E. Turner, coordinator of the division of instruction for the state department of education. Attorneys for Elijah Noel, Joseph McGhee, Ruth Booker Van Hook, Mardest Knowles and Nellie Peoples Whitson, who though victors in the case are not eligible for admittance since they are all undergraduates, announced they would appeal Judge Boyd's ruling on the gradual desegregation plan. The attorneys have a maximum of 10 days after the judgment is entered to file a motion for a new trial and if the motion is denied, they have another 30 days to file notice of appeal. The case, if appealed, will be heard at the Sixth Circuit Court of Appeals. The plan, ruled on by Judge Boyd, applies to Memphis State College, Austin Peay at Clarksville, Middle Tennesse State at Murfreesboro, Tennessee, Polytechnic Institute at Cookeville and East Tennessee State at Johnson City. The University of Tennessee at Knoxville does not come under the board's Jurisdiction, but is expected to adopt a similar plan. Negro applicants desiring to do graduate study are eligible to make application now for the second term of the above named schools Memphis state College second semester begins Feb. 1 while at the other institutions the second term begins a month earlier on Jan. 1. Since the adoption of the plan one Negro has filed for admission, to a state college. The Rev. W. N. Daniel, who earlier was refused admission has reapplied for admis sion to Austin Peay State College at Clarksville While the state's plan does not apply to elementary and high schools the ruling by Judge Boyd knocked the props from under local school boards who have heretofore refused admission to Negroes because the state laws had not been invalidated. Since school segregation is no longer lawful in Tennessee many school boards will be faced with the problem of working out plans for Negro admittance into all public elementary and high schools and in connection with this Judge Boyd recommended that two Negro educators, Blair T. Hunt, principal of Booker Washington high school, and Hollis Price, president of LeMoyne College and "other interested persons" meet with Memphis public school Supt. Ernest Ball to work out plans for Memphis schools. PLANS APPEAL colleges would be completely desegregated. After hearing the arguments Judge Boyd ruled in favor of the reverse stair step plan of the state board of education. "The plan here proposed to open the doors of state supported institutions of higher learning to academically qualified Negro students a year at a time from graduate level down is certainly a reasonable good faith start toward full compliance and implementation of the governing constitutional principles announced by the Supreme Court," Judge Boyd concluded. He described the general collegiate desegregation plan as "a feasible, adequate and sound solution of this whole problem" and added that "the court cannot agree at all that the plan is an evasive method to circumvent the decisions of the Supreme Court." A battery of six Negro attorneys, including Z. Alexander Looby of Nashville, Robert Carter, special NAACP counsel from New York City and Memphians H. T. Lockard, J. F. Estes, A. W. Willis, Jr., and B. L. Hooks, arguing in behalf of the five youths, asked for immediate desegregation pointing but that other decisions on integration since the Supreme Court mandate have held that Negroes were entitled to immediate admission to public colleges and felt that approval of the plan could set a precedent in the south for others to follow. Arguing for the state's plan were Atty. General George McCahdless, Solicitor General Allison B Humphreys and Advocate General Nat Tipton. In the state's argument Atty. General McCandless admitted that the "era of integration is inevitable" but asserted that the plan would bring about a "frictionless" change. State's counsel also argued that immediate integration of state colleges could lead to possible loss of accredation by an "unbridled" influx of Negro enrollees and further place the college in an impossible financial position because the state legislature already has appropriated their heeds until 1957. Witnesses for the state included MSC president Jack Smith, commissioner of education and charman of the state board of education Quill E. Cope and W. E. Turner, coordinator of the division of instruction for the state department of education. Attorneys for Elijah Noel, Joseph McGhee, Ruth Booker Van Hook, Mardest Knowles and Nellie Peoples Whitson, who though victors in the case are not eligible for admittance since they are all undergraduates, announced they would appeal Judge Boyd's ruling on the gradual desegregation plan. The attorneys have a maximum of 10 days after the judgment is entered to file a motion for a new trial and if the motion is denied, they have another 30 days to file notice of appeal. The case, if appealed, will be heard at the Sixth Circuit Court of Appeals. The plan, ruled on by Judge Boyd, applies to Memphis State College, Austin Peay at Clarksville, Middle Tennesse State at Murfreesboro, Tennessee, Polytechnic Institute at Cookeville and East Tennessee State at Johnson City. The University of Tennessee at Knoxville does not come under the board's Jurisdiction, but is expected to adopt a similar plan. Negro applicants desiring to do graduate study are eligible to make application now for the second term of the above named schools Memphis state College second semester begins Feb. 1 while at the other institutions the second term begins a month earlier on Jan. 1. Since the adoption of the plan one Negro has filed for admission, to a state college. The Rev. W. N. Daniel, who earlier was refused admission has reapplied for admis sion to Austin Peay State College at Clarksville While the state's plan does not apply to elementary and high schools the ruling by Judge Boyd knocked the props from under local school boards who have heretofore refused admission to Negroes because the state laws had not been invalidated. Since school segregation is no longer lawful in Tennessee many school boards will be faced with the problem of working out plans for Negro admittance into all public elementary and high schools and in connection with this Judge Boyd recommended that two Negro educators, Blair T. Hunt, principal of Booker Washington high school, and Hollis Price, president of LeMoyne College and "other interested persons" meet with Memphis public school Supt. Ernest Ball to work out plans for Memphis schools. FIRST TO APPLY colleges would be completely desegregated. After hearing the arguments Judge Boyd ruled in favor of the reverse stair step plan of the state board of education. "The plan here proposed to open the doors of state supported institutions of higher learning to academically qualified Negro students a year at a time from graduate level down is certainly a reasonable good faith start toward full compliance and implementation of the governing constitutional principles announced by the Supreme Court," Judge Boyd concluded. He described the general collegiate desegregation plan as "a feasible, adequate and sound solution of this whole problem" and added that "the court cannot agree at all that the plan is an evasive method to circumvent the decisions of the Supreme Court." A battery of six Negro attorneys, including Z. Alexander Looby of Nashville, Robert Carter, special NAACP counsel from New York City and Memphians H. T. Lockard, J. F. Estes, A. W. Willis, Jr., and B. L. Hooks, arguing in behalf of the five youths, asked for immediate desegregation pointing but that other decisions on integration since the Supreme Court mandate have held that Negroes were entitled to immediate admission to public colleges and felt that approval of the plan could set a precedent in the south for others to follow. Arguing for the state's plan were Atty. General George McCahdless, Solicitor General Allison B Humphreys and Advocate General Nat Tipton. In the state's argument Atty. General McCandless admitted that the "era of integration is inevitable" but asserted that the plan would bring about a "frictionless" change. State's counsel also argued that immediate integration of state colleges could lead to possible loss of accredation by an "unbridled" influx of Negro enrollees and further place the college in an impossible financial position because the state legislature already has appropriated their heeds until 1957. Witnesses for the state included MSC president Jack Smith, commissioner of education and charman of the state board of education Quill E. Cope and W. E. Turner, coordinator of the division of instruction for the state department of education. Attorneys for Elijah Noel, Joseph McGhee, Ruth Booker Van Hook, Mardest Knowles and Nellie Peoples Whitson, who though victors in the case are not eligible for admittance since they are all undergraduates, announced they would appeal Judge Boyd's ruling on the gradual desegregation plan. The attorneys have a maximum of 10 days after the judgment is entered to file a motion for a new trial and if the motion is denied, they have another 30 days to file notice of appeal. The case, if appealed, will be heard at the Sixth Circuit Court of Appeals. The plan, ruled on by Judge Boyd, applies to Memphis State College, Austin Peay at Clarksville, Middle Tennesse State at Murfreesboro, Tennessee, Polytechnic Institute at Cookeville and East Tennessee State at Johnson City. The University of Tennessee at Knoxville does not come under the board's Jurisdiction, but is expected to adopt a similar plan. Negro applicants desiring to do graduate study are eligible to make application now for the second term of the above named schools Memphis state College second semester begins Feb. 1 while at the other institutions the second term begins a month earlier on Jan. 1. Since the adoption of the plan one Negro has filed for admission, to a state college. The Rev. W. N. Daniel, who earlier was refused admission has reapplied for admis sion to Austin Peay State College at Clarksville While the state's plan does not apply to elementary and high schools the ruling by Judge Boyd knocked the props from under local school boards who have heretofore refused admission to Negroes because the state laws had not been invalidated. Since school segregation is no longer lawful in Tennessee many school boards will be faced with the problem of working out plans for Negro admittance into all public elementary and high schools and in connection with this Judge Boyd recommended that two Negro educators, Blair T. Hunt, principal of Booker Washington high school, and Hollis Price, president of LeMoyne College and "other interested persons" meet with Memphis public school Supt. Ernest Ball to work out plans for Memphis schools. Till Murder Still Top Issue With Communists The murder of Emmett Louis Till, 14-year-old Chicago boy whose body was recovered from a Mississippi river, continues, to furnish fodder for Communist propaganda machines. The Communists also are playing up two other Mississippi murders which have gone unpunished, the denial of the right to colored people to vote in Mississippi, and defiance by southern states of the United States Supreme Court decision against segregated public schools. In a monitored broadcast beamed in Spanish to Latin America, the Prague radio on October 10 said: "A few days ago the Spanish paper Arriba published a photograph of the Sumner, Mississippi, courthouse, where the murderers of the Negro child Till were being tried. The photograph tried to give the impression that Complete equality exists between the whites and the colored in Mississippi. "What is the truth about the murder of the American Negro child? One hundred thousand people slowly filed by the body of the 14-yearold child, Emmett Louis Till, at a funeral parlor. This child had disappeared from home a week before. "The mother of the dead child appealed to all Americans to help her clear up the case. She asked for the punishment of those who had killed her child. "Till had come from Chicago to Mississippi to spend a week with his uncle. A car stopped one morning in front of the uncle's home and from it issued three men and a woman armed with pistols. The child was dragged from his bed and taken away. "Nothing more was heard about the child until some fisherman fished his body but of the river. He had been beaten, shot, tied, and thrown into the water. "The State of Mississippi was not the murderer of this child. The murderer was the Ku Klux Klan organization, which is trying to control this part of the South. However, the murder of Till is not the first bestial crime committed in the South. "During the recent election campaign in Mississippi, terror was used in order to prevent the colored people from voting. The Ku Klux Klan killed the Negro priest (preacher) George (The Rev. Walter W. Lee) because he proved that he had paid his poll tax and thus was free to vote. "Several days later, members of the Ku Klux Klan murdered (Lamar) smith, for carrying a list of eligible colored voters. "Reactionary circles in Mississippi Georgia, and South Carolina intend to maintain the Negroes in slavery. These circles oppose the Supreme Court's order on racial integration of schools. The Mississippi legislature has amended the Constitution and has suppressed public education. Deserted Mother bridge and the underpass along serpentine weaving, bumpy road along the I. C. tracks pass the boxcar settlement of raidroad workcrs to a settlement of reconverted day coaches in what is called by the residents as the "I. C. Junction Shop Yards." Here One will find plucky Mrs. Almary Hudson and her brood of seven children eking out a living desoite tremendous circumstances. "Home" for the Hudsons is a holey, reconverted day coach. There is no water, ho lights, no toilet facilities. There are three beds, two without mattresses. There is very little food in the "cupboard", but there is an abundance of courage! Mrs. Hudson, 36, despite an injured leg daily treks off to the cotton fields nearby, accompanied by her seven children. Ida Mae, 11; Leondra, 9, George. 7. Althea. 6. Albert Lee, 4; David, 2 and Ollie, 3 months, in an effort to earn enough to take care of her children. The children are unable to attend school since on most days while Mrs. Hudson is in the field, the older children must care for the younger ones Even if some on the children were permitted to go to school them is a matter of transportation, clothing and food. Mrs. Hudson, admirably proud, hestitantly admitted that she needs food to tide them over the winter, she would appreciate old clothing, discarded mattresses and bed clothins In short she will appreciate anything that is given to her, but most of all she wants a decent place to raise her kids or at least the opportunity to give her children a chance to get an education. We are asking all our readers who would like to donate articles of clothing, bed-clothing, food or funds to aid Mrs. Hudson and her seven children to call the Memphis World at 8-4030 or send their contributions to "Mary Hudson Fund, c-o Memphis World, 164 Beale, Memphis, Tennessee." Please give today! Mrs. Sewell Dies her kind sweet manner, was an expert seamstress. Burial was in New Park Cemetery. She is survived by three sisters and a brother, Mrs. Angle O. Posey, Mrs. Annie B Finley of Memphis, Mrs. Erma Fleming of Roxie, Miss, and Mr. Uriah Bland, Sr. also of Memphis. Pres. Contracts man of the board of the Radio Corporation of America. Henry Cabot Lodge, Jr., United States Ambassador to the United Nations, will be the dinner meeting speaker. In addition to members of the Cabinet who will address the conference, also attending will be Secretary of the Treasury George H. Humphrey, Attorney General Herbert Brownell, Jr., Postmaster General Arthur E. Summerfield, Secretary of Agriculture Ezra T. Benson and Secretary of Health, Education, and Welfare Marion B. Folsom. Brownell Hits Hatemongers, Sees New Era In one of the strongest civil rights speeches by a member of the Eisenhower Cabinet, Mr. Brownell declared that although "it has been 92 years since the Emancipation Proclamation was issued, we are just beginning to make that concept of equality assume practical reality. "We are coming to the realization that there are bloodier punishments than segregation, but few more degrading." No nation, he said, "can afford to have its component groups hostile toward one another. People who live in a state of tension and suspicion cannot use their energy and talents constructively." Mr. Brownell told the annual dinner of Interfaith Movement, Inc. that "a small crust of freedom to a few" will not sustain the American way of life. He appealed to states and individuals to join in matting freedom a "living reality" and create "a golden age of civil rights." Commenting on the Supreme Court ban on school segregation, he said: "Continuing federal interest remains in the implementation of the court's findings. When children, in the innocence of mind and purity of heart, come to know that free Public schools and playgrounds mean exactly that, the state has translated a philosophic vacuum into a living Constitution." "If tolerance cannot be found in the schools and churches, in the shop and in the market place it will nowhere be found. It will not exist." Mr. Brownell said the Federal government is determined in the civil rights field "to apply the full force of law wherever and whenever it is permissible to do so." The Attorney General said responsible government officials believe that in this field "complacency can never be substituted for forceful interest. Bishop Calls For Change Of Heart In Miss. The Rt. Rev. W. J. Wells, senior bishop of the African Methodist Episcopal. Zion Church, told a capacity audience at Metropolitan AME Church that a change of heart is what Mississippi heeds to improve race relations. "Unless you change the hearts of these people, you can do little to help the situation," he said." Bishop Walls, who was presented to the congregation by the pastor. Dr. Joseph D. Cauthen, was guest speaker at services marking the close of the worship phase of the celebration of the 79th anniversary of the church. The closing program of the anniversary was a Fellowship Hour and brief program on Monday. "You will not have prosperity unless you build for God," the bishop said. He stressed the role of farming in the early civilized nations, and told how those who served God were blessed. The bishop stressed the value of a religion of love. "You don't get much out of a religion of fear," he said. "It's the religion of love that counts," he added. The church leader advised against expecting too much through legislation, agitation or even court decilons to improve conditions among white and colored people in the South. He called attention to how those opposed to civil rights for Negroes are associating the struggle for equality and freedom for Negroes with the Community move ment Communist movement. He said he had been branded a leftist, because of his work for civil rights; criminal because of his ideas on Negro freedom and equality.