Memphis World
Memphis World Publishing Co.
1958-04-23
Thaddeus T. Stokes

MEMPHIS WORLD
AMERICA'S STANDARD RACE JOURNAL
The South's Oldest and Leading Colored Semi-Weekly Newspaper
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Circulation Manager
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against the interest of its readers.

Drawing False Conclusions
One common excuse we hear for not getting polio shots
is that "there's no reason to worry about polio any longer. Why,
these were less than 6,000 cases in the whole United States last
year." The person who says that is well-informed on statistics.
But the conclusion he draws, is dangerously incorrect.
Polio did drop off from 28,983 cases in 1955 to 15,400 in
1956 and then to 5,894 in 1957. But the principal reason for
the encouraging drop in incidence was the fact that millions
of Americans were taking advantage of the protection offered
by the Salk vaccine. Most of the cases recorded last year were
totally unnecessary, the result of failure to vaccinate.
It is difficult for some people to understand that they receive 
no protection whatever from their neighbor's vaccination.
The protected neighbor may not get the paralytic disease, but
he still is capable of passing the virus on to others. Lulled
into a false sense of security, the unvaccinated may walk the
streets with no more protection than those who fell victim to
the disease during the terrible polio epidemics of the pre-Salk
era.
Many parents who have been quick to insist upon vaccinations 
for their children of school age fail to realize that these
same children can still bring the disease into the home, where
it may find prime targets among infants and adults who have
not had the Salk shots.
No one can tell how widely the virus will be distributed
during the coming months. Certainly, you will not be able to
detect its presence in your community. There is only one way
to remove yourself and your children from the target area.
Go to your doctor—or to your polio vaccination clinic—and start
the three-shot series TODAY. Don't be among those unfortunate
people who waited until it was too late.

Foundation Of Our Medical Structure
In the long pull, it is obvious, the quality of medical care
in this country depends on the quality of its medical schools,
there are 83 of these schools—and they constitute the foundation
of our entire health and medical structure.
This fact points to the significance of Medical Education
Week, which is to be observed during the April 20-26 period.
As President Eisenhower has said: "In this great era of American 
medicine, it is fitting that we set aside a special week each
year to consider the work of our medical schools."
The primary job of these schools is to meet the demand for
highly qualified physicians. At the same time, they carry on
a wide range of other needed activities in the fields of teaching,
research, service and leadership. And today they must deal with
all manner of new challenges to the profession some growing
out of our constantly expanding fund of medical knowledge, and
some resulting from the mounting complexity of our civilization.
In the years ahead, all the authorities agree, it wilt be
necessary to substantially increase the number of physicians in
practice in this country. That need can be met only in part by
increasing the student bodies of the existing medical schools.
This means that new schools must be established, and plans to
that end ore now in being.
Finally, it should be pointed out that it cost more than $200
million to operate our medical schools in a late academic year,
and that only a small portion of the operating budget comes
from student tuition. The rest is supplied by physicians, medical
organizations, industry and foundations. And the schools need
for financial support, like their need for expanding facilities,
will continue to grow.

AFRICA, 1958
MONROVIA, LIBERIA: From a
sound economic foundation, the
new Africa will join and help the
other nations of the world to, under 
God, take charge and rule the
earth, making it a fit and decent
place for man to work out his
destiny.
This is the sound logic of history
and the irrefutable law of the universe. 
This is precisely why the
history and the future of Africa
is really destined to be a glorious
one. This is a good reason why the
plan and purpose of her despoillers
and exploiters must come to an end.
Justice in the universe is selfequalizing, 
and the end of divine
justice cannot be defeated. This
is marvelous and unique in the
political history of the world.
From the nations now emerging
of aggression. Of whom else can

this be said? Wherever the African
has been tried and given the opportunity, 
the qualities of mind
and intellect have proven themselves 
the equals and the best of any
in the world.
The world therefore needs the
Africans brain-power and his contributions 
to the problems which
baffle mankind. Most of all, the
world needs the African's goodwill, 
his fellowship and love for
which the entire world stands
bankrupt. Without this, there can
be no peace.
All of this Africa otters in
abundance as it comes from God
abundance, African wants to bless
without cost or price. With this
the United Nations and convert it
from a debating forum and propaganda 
sounding board into a world
brotherhood.
African not only feels that the
world owes her much, but that she
is a heavy debtor to the world. She
is anxious to discharge this obligation, 
Africa is richly endowed and

fully able to pay, however, she
demands that a bill of indebtedness 
be receipted in name.
African knows she has paid much
for which no receipt has been delivered, 
or even written in the records 
of nations. She has paid in
patience, loyally, sweat, and even
blood, without much ground for
confidence and hope for the future. 
Now she asks, in the Name
of God and humanity, to be given
recognition in the world court of
justices.
Next Week: "AFRICAN DON'T
KANT TO BE WHITE".

FIFTH OF A SERIES
MONROVIA, LIBERIA: From a
sound economic foundation, the
new Africa will join and help the
other nations of the world to, under 
God, take charge and rule the
earth, making it a fit and decent
place for man to work out his
destiny.
This is the sound logic of history
and the irrefutable law of the universe. 
This is precisely why the
history and the future of Africa
is really destined to be a glorious
one. This is a good reason why the
plan and purpose of her despoillers
and exploiters must come to an end.
Justice in the universe is selfequalizing, 
and the end of divine
justice cannot be defeated. This
is marvelous and unique in the
political history of the world.
From the nations now emerging
of aggression. Of whom else can

this be said? Wherever the African
has been tried and given the opportunity, 
the qualities of mind
and intellect have proven themselves 
the equals and the best of any
in the world.
The world therefore needs the
Africans brain-power and his contributions 
to the problems which
baffle mankind. Most of all, the
world needs the African's goodwill, 
his fellowship and love for
which the entire world stands
bankrupt. Without this, there can
be no peace.
All of this Africa otters in
abundance as it comes from God
abundance, African wants to bless
without cost or price. With this
the United Nations and convert it
from a debating forum and propaganda 
sounding board into a world
brotherhood.
African not only feels that the
world owes her much, but that she
is a heavy debtor to the world. She
is anxious to discharge this obligation, 
Africa is richly endowed and

fully able to pay, however, she
demands that a bill of indebtedness 
be receipted in name.
African knows she has paid much
for which no receipt has been delivered, 
or even written in the records 
of nations. She has paid in
patience, loyally, sweat, and even
blood, without much ground for
confidence and hope for the future. 
Now she asks, in the Name
of God and humanity, to be given
recognition in the world court of
justices.
Next Week: "AFRICAN DON'T
KANT TO BE WHITE".

WISHING WELL
Registered U. S. Patent Office.
H is a pleasant little game that will give you a message every
day. It is a numerical puzzle designed to spell out your fortune.
Count the letters in your first name. If the number of letters is 6 or
more, subtract 4. If the number is less than 6, add 3. The result is
your key number. Start at the upper left-hand corner of the rectangle 
and check every one of your key numbers, left to right. Then
read the message the letters under the checked figures give you.

SEEING and SAYING
By WILLIAM A. FOWLKES
Managing director Atlanta Daily world
BEHIND THE ALARMING "survey reports" on Negro crime in
Time Magazine are a lot of truths and half-truths. The latter
will be used to magnify the South's most "magnanimous" position 
that the Negro is to be set apart and kept from the firstclass 
things of African life.
—o—

—o—
NOT MANY years ago a famous baseball
star, asked what he did with his time between
regular training and playing season, remarked 
that he was a policeman in a certain Southern 
town and spent the winters "beating
"n- - - - rs heads."
Of course, the interviewee was promptly rebuked nationally, 
but he expressed a passing interpretation of what many
policemen in the South know to be their "first" duly—to watch,
harrass and arrest Negroes, while keeping them in "their district." 

—o—

—o—
AGAIN, however, there must be admission that there is too
much crime among our people.
This calls for a new emphasis in teaching in our homes,
our churches, our schools, and in our press. Our children must
be taught to be more temperate, slower to anger and more
respectful of the lives and property of other people.
We must give our boys and girls something to do, train
them to keep busy and to recreate wisely and well when there
is time from honest, profitable work. We must do something
about the total use of our youths' time. It is highly important
that our racial economy is improved.
—o—


Truths And Half-Truths
By WILLIAM A. FOWLKES
Managing director Atlanta Daily world
BEHIND THE ALARMING "survey reports" on Negro crime in
Time Magazine are a lot of truths and half-truths. The latter
will be used to magnify the South's most "magnanimous" position 
that the Negro is to be set apart and kept from the firstclass 
things of African life.
—o—

—o—
NOT MANY years ago a famous baseball
star, asked what he did with his time between
regular training and playing season, remarked 
that he was a policeman in a certain Southern 
town and spent the winters "beating
"n- - - - rs heads."
Of course, the interviewee was promptly rebuked nationally, 
but he expressed a passing interpretation of what many
policemen in the South know to be their "first" duly—to watch,
harrass and arrest Negroes, while keeping them in "their district." 

—o—

—o—
AGAIN, however, there must be admission that there is too
much crime among our people.
This calls for a new emphasis in teaching in our homes,
our churches, our schools, and in our press. Our children must
be taught to be more temperate, slower to anger and more
respectful of the lives and property of other people.
We must give our boys and girls something to do, train
them to keep busy and to recreate wisely and well when there
is time from honest, profitable work. We must do something
about the total use of our youths' time. It is highly important
that our racial economy is improved.
—o—


Arkansas Police Kills Fleeing Man
A white Arkansas policeman, who
said lie fired in self defense, shot
and killed a Negro suspect here
last week.
Killed was Rubie G. Mack, who
was shot through the heart by

Patrolman A. M. Briley, and died
instantly. He was shot while trying 
to flee the premises of the
George Washington Carver School.
No explanation was given as to
what he was doing at the school.
According to Patrolman Priley,
he was riding in a cruising car
when he noticed Mack near the
school. Mack began running, said
Briley, and continued to do so,
despite his command to halt. Briley 
said he then fired several shots
in the air. Mack ran a few more
yards, then stopped, turning on
Briley with a pocket knife. It was
then that he fired, Briley said. A
28-year-old- man on the scene
during the shooting, collaborated
Briley's story.
53,000 Americans were injured in
car-bicycle mishaps in 1957.

Recipe of the Week
by Louise R. Prothro
PET MILK HOME ECONOMIST
Strawberries — and all the good
things made from them — have always 
seemed special to me. Even
now, when frozen strawberries are
available all year round, they still
seem one or the best dessert treats
of all.
Take my Strawberry Marshmallow
Pie made with Pet Evaporated
Milk, for instance. It's just about
the prettiest, most delicious pie you
ever saw or taste! It look like pink
whipped cream, with bits of bright
red berries sprinkled all through.
And it taste luscious... creamy
rich, with wonderful fresh-straw
berry 
flavor in every bit. Of course,
it is a rich pie, because it's made
with double-rich Bet Milk — Pet
Milk, melted together with marshmallows, 
to make a creamy base..
whipped Pet Milk, folded in, to
make it fluffy-light. You can make
it with fresh berries or frozen berries, 
and the result will be perfect.
But be sure to make it with Pet
Milk, the only form of milk that
makes such a rich, delicious pie!
Now, here's my recipe. I hope you'll
surprise your family with Strawberry 
Marshmallow Pie soon, because 
I know, they'll lave it!
1 cup graham cracker crumbs
1-4 cup melted butter
32 marshmallows
1 cup Pet Evaporated Milk
1 teaspoon grated lemon rind
1-4 cup lemon juice
1-4 cup water
1 quant slice, fresh strawberries
(see note)
Mix crumb with butter. Press in
bottom and on sides of a 9-inch
pie pan. Chill until needed. Put
marshmallows and 1-3 cup of the
milk into a heavy quart saucepan
Stir over low heat until marshmallows 
are just melted. Take off
heat and stir in lemon rind, lemon

juice and water. Chill until slightly
thicken than unbeatten egg white.
Meanwhile, chill the remaining 2-3
cup of the milk in ice tray until
almost frozen around edges. Then
whip in a cold quart bowl with
rotary beater of electric beater at
high speed, until stiff. Fold into
thickened marshmallow mixture.
Fold in strawberries. Put into crumb
crust. Chill until firm, about 3 hours
Keep chilled until ready to serve.
NOTE: The contents of a 10-oz.
pkg. frozen strawberries, thawed, 
can replace first strawberries, 
if the 1-4 cup water is
omitted.

STRAWBERRY MARSHMALLOW
PIE
by Louise R. Prothro
PET MILK HOME ECONOMIST
Strawberries — and all the good
things made from them — have always 
seemed special to me. Even
now, when frozen strawberries are
available all year round, they still
seem one or the best dessert treats
of all.
Take my Strawberry Marshmallow
Pie made with Pet Evaporated
Milk, for instance. It's just about
the prettiest, most delicious pie you
ever saw or taste! It look like pink
whipped cream, with bits of bright
red berries sprinkled all through.
And it taste luscious... creamy
rich, with wonderful fresh-straw
berry 
flavor in every bit. Of course,
it is a rich pie, because it's made
with double-rich Bet Milk — Pet
Milk, melted together with marshmallows, 
to make a creamy base..
whipped Pet Milk, folded in, to
make it fluffy-light. You can make
it with fresh berries or frozen berries, 
and the result will be perfect.
But be sure to make it with Pet
Milk, the only form of milk that
makes such a rich, delicious pie!
Now, here's my recipe. I hope you'll
surprise your family with Strawberry 
Marshmallow Pie soon, because 
I know, they'll lave it!
1 cup graham cracker crumbs
1-4 cup melted butter
32 marshmallows
1 cup Pet Evaporated Milk
1 teaspoon grated lemon rind
1-4 cup lemon juice
1-4 cup water
1 quant slice, fresh strawberries
(see note)
Mix crumb with butter. Press in
bottom and on sides of a 9-inch
pie pan. Chill until needed. Put
marshmallows and 1-3 cup of the
milk into a heavy quart saucepan
Stir over low heat until marshmallows 
are just melted. Take off
heat and stir in lemon rind, lemon

juice and water. Chill until slightly
thicken than unbeatten egg white.
Meanwhile, chill the remaining 2-3
cup of the milk in ice tray until
almost frozen around edges. Then
whip in a cold quart bowl with
rotary beater of electric beater at
high speed, until stiff. Fold into
thickened marshmallow mixture.
Fold in strawberries. Put into crumb
crust. Chill until firm, about 3 hours
Keep chilled until ready to serve.
NOTE: The contents of a 10-oz.
pkg. frozen strawberries, thawed, 
can replace first strawberries, 
if the 1-4 cup water is
omitted.

Strawberry Marshmallow Pie
by Louise R. Prothro
PET MILK HOME ECONOMIST
Strawberries — and all the good
things made from them — have always 
seemed special to me. Even
now, when frozen strawberries are
available all year round, they still
seem one or the best dessert treats
of all.
Take my Strawberry Marshmallow
Pie made with Pet Evaporated
Milk, for instance. It's just about
the prettiest, most delicious pie you
ever saw or taste! It look like pink
whipped cream, with bits of bright
red berries sprinkled all through.
And it taste luscious... creamy
rich, with wonderful fresh-straw
berry 
flavor in every bit. Of course,
it is a rich pie, because it's made
with double-rich Bet Milk — Pet
Milk, melted together with marshmallows, 
to make a creamy base..
whipped Pet Milk, folded in, to
make it fluffy-light. You can make
it with fresh berries or frozen berries, 
and the result will be perfect.
But be sure to make it with Pet
Milk, the only form of milk that
makes such a rich, delicious pie!
Now, here's my recipe. I hope you'll
surprise your family with Strawberry 
Marshmallow Pie soon, because 
I know, they'll lave it!
1 cup graham cracker crumbs
1-4 cup melted butter
32 marshmallows
1 cup Pet Evaporated Milk
1 teaspoon grated lemon rind
1-4 cup lemon juice
1-4 cup water
1 quant slice, fresh strawberries
(see note)
Mix crumb with butter. Press in
bottom and on sides of a 9-inch
pie pan. Chill until needed. Put
marshmallows and 1-3 cup of the
milk into a heavy quart saucepan
Stir over low heat until marshmallows 
are just melted. Take off
heat and stir in lemon rind, lemon

juice and water. Chill until slightly
thicken than unbeatten egg white.
Meanwhile, chill the remaining 2-3
cup of the milk in ice tray until
almost frozen around edges. Then
whip in a cold quart bowl with
rotary beater of electric beater at
high speed, until stiff. Fold into
thickened marshmallow mixture.
Fold in strawberries. Put into crumb
crust. Chill until firm, about 3 hours
Keep chilled until ready to serve.
NOTE: The contents of a 10-oz.
pkg. frozen strawberries, thawed, 
can replace first strawberries, 
if the 1-4 cup water is
omitted.

LETTERS TO THE
Editor
To The Editor:
Here-with I have attached to
this note a program that I witnessed 
last Sunday, at the Keel
Avenue School for Handicapped
Children. Although it was well attended, 
and there was standing
room only. I wish more people
could have seen these children with
almost every handicap imaginable,
yet they smiled, and went through
the routine with little or no assistance 
in the performance of
their parts on the program.
To see this was enough to bring
tears to the eyes of the most
hardened criminal. It brought to
my mind their expression, "What
has God wrought." Some of these
children may never be normal, some
may never walk, the limbs of their
little bodies will never reach the
peak of perfection, the little girls
may never be able to skip and
jump rope, nor will the little boys
be able to run and play baseball.
But the work of this school and
its principal and teachers with these
handicapped children should never
be over looked by the general public 
of Memphis and surrounding
territories. I must call your attention 
to some of the outstanding
parts, of the program, not withstanding, 
they were all good, "God
bless their little souls" I particularly 
noticed that their was no handicap 
in their little souls" I particularly 
noticed that there was no
handicap in their voices, nor their
memory, which was demonstrated in
the songs they sang, the poetry
they recited and the choral speaking 
group. And they even had "an
Easter Parade. I noticed a little
girl in blue who seemed to be having 
a good time. And a little boy
who was dressed to perfection as he
showed of his manly attire.
If I remember correctly only a
few years ago, there wasn't such a
school for our children, and the
burden and responsibility of such
children were soley on the shoulders 
of their parents, but through
the far sightness of our Memphis
Board of Education, Memphis
Broadcasting company, Radio Stations 
such a school was opened in
1955 and with transportation. Too
much credit cannot be given to
these agencies, and workers and
supporters of such an institution.
It stands for a new life to hundreds 
of children in helping to prepare 
them for life's work and a
credit to society. So to the principal, 
Mrs. Alma Rhoulac Boothe,
keep up the good work, is an injustice 
to yourself not to attend
the next Keel Avenue School Program. 

J. D. WILLIAMS

Praises Program For
Handicapped Children
To The Editor:
Here-with I have attached to
this note a program that I witnessed 
last Sunday, at the Keel
Avenue School for Handicapped
Children. Although it was well attended, 
and there was standing
room only. I wish more people
could have seen these children with
almost every handicap imaginable,
yet they smiled, and went through
the routine with little or no assistance 
in the performance of
their parts on the program.
To see this was enough to bring
tears to the eyes of the most
hardened criminal. It brought to
my mind their expression, "What
has God wrought." Some of these
children may never be normal, some
may never walk, the limbs of their
little bodies will never reach the
peak of perfection, the little girls
may never be able to skip and
jump rope, nor will the little boys
be able to run and play baseball.
But the work of this school and
its principal and teachers with these
handicapped children should never
be over looked by the general public 
of Memphis and surrounding
territories. I must call your attention 
to some of the outstanding
parts, of the program, not withstanding, 
they were all good, "God
bless their little souls" I particularly 
noticed that their was no handicap 
in their little souls" I particularly 
noticed that there was no
handicap in their voices, nor their
memory, which was demonstrated in
the songs they sang, the poetry
they recited and the choral speaking 
group. And they even had "an
Easter Parade. I noticed a little
girl in blue who seemed to be having 
a good time. And a little boy
who was dressed to perfection as he
showed of his manly attire.
If I remember correctly only a
few years ago, there wasn't such a
school for our children, and the
burden and responsibility of such
children were soley on the shoulders 
of their parents, but through
the far sightness of our Memphis
Board of Education, Memphis
Broadcasting company, Radio Stations 
such a school was opened in
1955 and with transportation. Too
much credit cannot be given to
these agencies, and workers and
supporters of such an institution.
It stands for a new life to hundreds 
of children in helping to prepare 
them for life's work and a
credit to society. So to the principal, 
Mrs. Alma Rhoulac Boothe,
keep up the good work, is an injustice 
to yourself not to attend
the next Keel Avenue School Program. 

J. D. WILLIAMS

Some Vance Street

quently complained that the young
moochers worry them an their job
at Roberson's Super Market grill,
said Saturday that they are now
having "less trouble" with the young
bummers. A number of the child
beggers had been loitering in and
around the store bumming pennies
from patrons.
Another complaint has also developed 
in the Vance Ave. district
for the umpteenth time. Residents
are concerned about "the noise that
Platter Party" bunch makes every
Thursday night.
"The language that those children 
use is disgraceful", and a resident 
Friday. The "Platter Party" is
sponsored by Radio Station WLOK
every Thursday night at Abe
Scharff YMCA. When the Teenagers 
who attend leave the dance,
some og them head southbound on
Lauderdale toward Mississippi yelling 
and uttering profanity and lowrating 
each other's parents by call
ing 
them vile names.
For the residents to the area,
awakened by the ruckus every
Thursday night, the uttering of
profanity by the teen-agers is comparatively 
mild. Last year the
youngsters were fighting among
themselves, snatching trolleys off
No. 4 Walker Ave. buses, and
throwing rocks at passing cars. Two
years ago the delinquents were using 
knives frequently and were
hitting innocent bystanders over
the head with beer bottles.
Leaders, in the area fearful that
a new gain of hoodlums is on the
way up, are still standing idly by
and letting the delinquents "run
the place".

COMPARATIVELY MILD

quently complained that the young
moochers worry them an their job
at Roberson's Super Market grill,
said Saturday that they are now
having "less trouble" with the young
bummers. A number of the child
beggers had been loitering in and
around the store bumming pennies
from patrons.
Another complaint has also developed 
in the Vance Ave. district
for the umpteenth time. Residents
are concerned about "the noise that
Platter Party" bunch makes every
Thursday night.
"The language that those children 
use is disgraceful", and a resident 
Friday. The "Platter Party" is
sponsored by Radio Station WLOK
every Thursday night at Abe
Scharff YMCA. When the Teenagers 
who attend leave the dance,
some og them head southbound on
Lauderdale toward Mississippi yelling 
and uttering profanity and lowrating 
each other's parents by call
ing 
them vile names.
For the residents to the area,
awakened by the ruckus every
Thursday night, the uttering of
profanity by the teen-agers is comparatively 
mild. Last year the
youngsters were fighting among
themselves, snatching trolleys off
No. 4 Walker Ave. buses, and
throwing rocks at passing cars. Two
years ago the delinquents were using 
knives frequently and were
hitting innocent bystanders over
the head with beer bottles.
Leaders, in the area fearful that
a new gain of hoodlums is on the
way up, are still standing idly by
and letting the delinquents "run
the place".

MEMPHIS WORLD



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PLAN DENTAL MEETING—
Members of the Western 
Pennsylvania Dental Society who met with
the National Dental Association Executive Board
and officers to complete scientific, exhibit and
social plans for the August 3-7 convention in
Pittsburgh.
Sitting left to right, Doctors B. O. Holland,
W. C. Waller, H. R. Primas, Jr., U. W. Williams,
Earl Childs, C. C. Blow. Standing left to right,
Doctors R. T. Anderson, Myron Tale, J. K. Lewis,
William Watson, R. C. Bolden, W. M. Cuthbert,
Oliver King.
National Dental Association officials 
attending the meeting:
president, Harry T. Penn, Roanoke,
Va.; Charles E. Williams, president
-Elect, Chicago, Ill.; H. Medley
Priffitt, Vice President, Helena,
Ark.; E. N. Jackson, secretaryTreasurer, 
Charlottesville, Va.; H.

Cicero Edwards assistant secretary,
Washington, D. C.
Executive Board Members are:
R. Q. Venson, chairman, Memphis,
R. Layne, vice chairman, St. Louis,
Mo.; W. E. McKissack, Jackson,
Tenn.; U. W. Williams, Pittsburgh,
Pa.; W. H. Williamson, Idabel,
Okla.; DeWit Walton, Macon, Ga.
Also in attendance, Floyd Baker,

Philadelphia, Pa.; and Edward L.
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Ala.; director of exhibits, George
West, Jr., Memphis; Millard R.
Dean, director of publicity, Washington, 
D. C., and Sargeant-atArms 
J. C. Carr Washington,
D. C.

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DESPERATE MAN
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.
I SAT BY the fire a long time
that evening after the others
had gone to sleep, trying to think
of some way out of this without
forcing a battle. I thought everybody 
was asleep, but after a while
Johnny Strong got up from where
he'd been lying with his head on
his saddle and squatted beside me
at the fire.
"Better go to bed, Dave," he
said. "You ain't finding no answers 
here."
"Thought maybe I would, if I
stayed here long enough." I said.
"No, you won't," Johnny said.
"But there's one thing you've got
to do. We're like a rooster with
his head chopped off; just flopping 
around. Come morning,
you've got to start giving orders."
I looked at him in the firelight
that flickered on his dark, bony
face. I remembered he'd ridden
for Rafter 3 years ago. He had
the same tough, competent way
about him that characterized the
cowboys who rode for Vic Toll
now. But there was a difference.
He'd been gentled by a wife and
baby, and I was sure that nobody
would ever gentle Toll.
"I can't, Johnny," I said. "I'm
only twenty years old. I can't tell
men like you and Frank what to
do."
"Yes, you can," Johnny said.
"Remember the day your pa was
killed and I told you that you had
a lot of Joe Munro in you? That
was seven months ago. You've
got a lot more now than you had
then. I've seen it grow, Dave."
I shook my head. "Give me ten
years, Johnny."
"You haven't got ten years.
You haven't got ten days. I ain't
sure you've even got ten hours!
This is now, Dave, Cut off the
head of a snake and he ain't
gonna do you no hurt. That's the
way it is with Rafter 3."
"You want me to jump Toll?"
I asked.
"No he'd kill you. He'd kill any
of us. I've seen him use his fists
and rveaeen him draw a gun.
Frank Dance is as strong as a
stud horse, but Toll would minder 
him. That's what he wants
Dave. He'll try to bait us into
doing the wrong thing."
"I guess I'm just not bright
enough to see what you're driving
at," I said.
"I don't know myself," he admitted. 
"If I had any answers,
I'd sure, tell you. I just know two
things. You've got to figure out
the right thing to do and you've

got to keep us from doing the
wrong thing, or we'll get massacred." 

He got up and walked away.
He hadn't helped much, unless
jointing out what the wrong
thing was. He'd done that, maybe
without even knowing it. Before
we left the park. I thought that
we had to promote a fight it Toll
didn't. Now I was convinced that
was exactly what Toll wanted
and expected us to do.
But Vic Toll, for all of his being 
a legend, was flesh and blood.
He could be whipped. He could be
killed. But how? When I finally
lay down to sleep. I still didn't
have the answer.
We were standing in front of
the hotel the new morning when
Rafted 3 rode into town, and I
was forcibly reminded of all the
things I had thought about the
night before. Toll riding in front,
completely ignored us. So did his
men. That was part of the game
We weren't worth noticing.
But you couldn't help noticing
Vic Toll any more than an insignificant 
bit of steel can help being
drawn to a powerful magnet. He
must have finished growing ten
years ago, but every time I saw
turn he looked bigger and more
formidable than he had the time
before, his great chin more powerful, 
his hooked nose more domineering. 

The courtroom wasn't large,
and we weren't able to sit together 
in a block as we had
hoped. Ed Veach was up in front
with Si Beam. I knew, then, that
what I had suspected all the time
was true. He'd been keeping
Beam under cover.
Toll led his men into the courtroom 
a minute or two after we
sat down. He went right up the
aisle to the front. The two rows
on the left were filled, but that
didn't stop Toll. He said, "We'll
take these seats," and I'll be
hanged if every one of those men
didn't get up and let Rafter 3
have them. I glanced at Johnny
Strong, who nodded at me. Everything 
he'd said the night before
was confirmed by this one bullying 
act.
Gil was in the front row a
couple of seats from Veach. Bess
and her lawyer, Judson, sat at a
table on the other side of the
railing. As I expected, Bess
hadn't prettied up for the occasion. 
But she sat straight-backed,
holding her head high and proud,
and to me she was a strong,
handsome woman. In her way she

was just as formidable as Vic
Toll. I couldn't help thinking what
A couple they would have made.
The judge entered the courtroom 
from his chambers and
stalked to his desk. He said, his
voice tremendous for so small a
man; "The court of this judicial
district is now in session. First
case is the State versus Bess Nordine. 
The defendant is charged
with the larceny of one steer belonging 
to the Rafter 3 ranch
owned by Cameron Runyan."
He paused, and drawing a longbarreled 
revolver from his waistband, 
laid it on the desk. Ed
Veach said that was what he
might do, but I hadn't believed it.
There was something ludicrous
about the whole thing, but no one
laughed. The first man who
laughed would have been held in
contempt, and I was sure Brundage 
would have made it stick.
Johnny Strong and I were in
the back, so I was unable to see
the faces of any of out friends,
but I could see the backs of their
heads, their necks, and their
shoulders. Every one of those
men was gripped by a muscular
tension that was a sort of paralysis. 
Then I looked down at my
hands, clenched so tightly the
knuckles were white.
I wasn't any better than Frank
Dance and Riley MacKay and the
rest. Johnny Strong, sitting beside 
me, was no different. We
were all thinking the same thing,
I knew: that Bess Nordine had
become more than the defendant
in this trial; she was a symbol of
all we had fought for and were
still fighting for.
But it was more even than
that. Here it was, pinned down
in this little courtroom: our
future, our lives, our property,
and even our rights as citizens.
Either Vic Toll made a mockery
of law, or Bess went free. To me
if was that simple.
"I want to say a few things before 
this trial gets under way,"
Brundage said. "My court is
never a formal one. The reason
is simple: justice is often lost
among legal technicalities. Our
criminal laws are designed to protect 
the innocent as well as
society in general. My duty is to
see that this purpose is carried
out."


CHAPTER 30
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.
I SAT BY the fire a long time
that evening after the others
had gone to sleep, trying to think
of some way out of this without
forcing a battle. I thought everybody 
was asleep, but after a while
Johnny Strong got up from where
he'd been lying with his head on
his saddle and squatted beside me
at the fire.
"Better go to bed, Dave," he
said. "You ain't finding no answers 
here."
"Thought maybe I would, if I
stayed here long enough." I said.
"No, you won't," Johnny said.
"But there's one thing you've got
to do. We're like a rooster with
his head chopped off; just flopping 
around. Come morning,
you've got to start giving orders."
I looked at him in the firelight
that flickered on his dark, bony
face. I remembered he'd ridden
for Rafter 3 years ago. He had
the same tough, competent way
about him that characterized the
cowboys who rode for Vic Toll
now. But there was a difference.
He'd been gentled by a wife and
baby, and I was sure that nobody
would ever gentle Toll.
"I can't, Johnny," I said. "I'm
only twenty years old. I can't tell
men like you and Frank what to
do."
"Yes, you can," Johnny said.
"Remember the day your pa was
killed and I told you that you had
a lot of Joe Munro in you? That
was seven months ago. You've
got a lot more now than you had
then. I've seen it grow, Dave."
I shook my head. "Give me ten
years, Johnny."
"You haven't got ten years.
You haven't got ten days. I ain't
sure you've even got ten hours!
This is now, Dave, Cut off the
head of a snake and he ain't
gonna do you no hurt. That's the
way it is with Rafter 3."
"You want me to jump Toll?"
I asked.
"No he'd kill you. He'd kill any
of us. I've seen him use his fists
and rveaeen him draw a gun.
Frank Dance is as strong as a
stud horse, but Toll would minder 
him. That's what he wants
Dave. He'll try to bait us into
doing the wrong thing."
"I guess I'm just not bright
enough to see what you're driving
at," I said.
"I don't know myself," he admitted. 
"If I had any answers,
I'd sure, tell you. I just know two
things. You've got to figure out
the right thing to do and you've

got to keep us from doing the
wrong thing, or we'll get massacred." 

He got up and walked away.
He hadn't helped much, unless
jointing out what the wrong
thing was. He'd done that, maybe
without even knowing it. Before
we left the park. I thought that
we had to promote a fight it Toll
didn't. Now I was convinced that
was exactly what Toll wanted
and expected us to do.
But Vic Toll, for all of his being 
a legend, was flesh and blood.
He could be whipped. He could be
killed. But how? When I finally
lay down to sleep. I still didn't
have the answer.
We were standing in front of
the hotel the new morning when
Rafted 3 rode into town, and I
was forcibly reminded of all the
things I had thought about the
night before. Toll riding in front,
completely ignored us. So did his
men. That was part of the game
We weren't worth noticing.
But you couldn't help noticing
Vic Toll any more than an insignificant 
bit of steel can help being
drawn to a powerful magnet. He
must have finished growing ten
years ago, but every time I saw
turn he looked bigger and more
formidable than he had the time
before, his great chin more powerful, 
his hooked nose more domineering. 

The courtroom wasn't large,
and we weren't able to sit together 
in a block as we had
hoped. Ed Veach was up in front
with Si Beam. I knew, then, that
what I had suspected all the time
was true. He'd been keeping
Beam under cover.
Toll led his men into the courtroom 
a minute or two after we
sat down. He went right up the
aisle to the front. The two rows
on the left were filled, but that
didn't stop Toll. He said, "We'll
take these seats," and I'll be
hanged if every one of those men
didn't get up and let Rafter 3
have them. I glanced at Johnny
Strong, who nodded at me. Everything 
he'd said the night before
was confirmed by this one bullying 
act.
Gil was in the front row a
couple of seats from Veach. Bess
and her lawyer, Judson, sat at a
table on the other side of the
railing. As I expected, Bess
hadn't prettied up for the occasion. 
But she sat straight-backed,
holding her head high and proud,
and to me she was a strong,
handsome woman. In her way she

was just as formidable as Vic
Toll. I couldn't help thinking what
A couple they would have made.
The judge entered the courtroom 
from his chambers and
stalked to his desk. He said, his
voice tremendous for so small a
man; "The court of this judicial
district is now in session. First
case is the State versus Bess Nordine. 
The defendant is charged
with the larceny of one steer belonging 
to the Rafter 3 ranch
owned by Cameron Runyan."
He paused, and drawing a longbarreled 
revolver from his waistband, 
laid it on the desk. Ed
Veach said that was what he
might do, but I hadn't believed it.
There was something ludicrous
about the whole thing, but no one
laughed. The first man who
laughed would have been held in
contempt, and I was sure Brundage 
would have made it stick.
Johnny Strong and I were in
the back, so I was unable to see
the faces of any of out friends,
but I could see the backs of their
heads, their necks, and their
shoulders. Every one of those
men was gripped by a muscular
tension that was a sort of paralysis. 
Then I looked down at my
hands, clenched so tightly the
knuckles were white.
I wasn't any better than Frank
Dance and Riley MacKay and the
rest. Johnny Strong, sitting beside 
me, was no different. We
were all thinking the same thing,
I knew: that Bess Nordine had
become more than the defendant
in this trial; she was a symbol of
all we had fought for and were
still fighting for.
But it was more even than
that. Here it was, pinned down
in this little courtroom: our
future, our lives, our property,
and even our rights as citizens.
Either Vic Toll made a mockery
of law, or Bess went free. To me
if was that simple.
"I want to say a few things before 
this trial gets under way,"
Brundage said. "My court is
never a formal one. The reason
is simple: justice is often lost
among legal technicalities. Our
criminal laws are designed to protect 
the innocent as well as
society in general. My duty is to
see that this purpose is carried
out."


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