Memphis World Memphis World Publishing Co. 1958-02-26 Thaddeus T. Stokes MEMPHIS WORLD AMERICAN'S STANDARD RACE JOURNAL The South's Oldest and Leading Colored Semi-Weekly Newspaper Published by MEMPHIS WORLD PUBLISHING CO. Every WEDNESDAY and SATURDAY at 546 BEALE — Ph. JA. 6-4030 Member of SCOTT NEWSPAPER SYNDICATE W. A. Scott, II, Founder; C. A. Scott General Manager Entered in the Post Office at Memphis, Tenn., as second-class mail under the Act of Congress, March 1, 1870 THADDEUS T. STOKES Managing Editor SMITH FLEMING Circulation Manager SUBSCRIPTION RATES: Year $5.00 — 6 Months $3.00 — 3 Months $1.50 (In Advance) The MEMPHIS WORLD is an independent newspaper — non-sectarian and non-partisan, printing news unbiasedly and supporting those things it believes to be of interest to its readers and opposing those things against the interest of its readers. Are You Fit To Drive? You may have a good driving safety record and feel you are in excellent health. Even so, there are cirmumstances under which you're not fit to drive. That finding comes from the American Medical Association, and is elaborated in a new pamphlet. Here are some of the things that make a driver dangerous. Emotional upsets. If you can't keep your mind on the wheel and off your worries, you shouldn't be behind the wheel. Driver's attitude. Some drivers feel the other fellow is always wrong; some are aggressive and intolerant. They need to grow up—to become mature. Sleepiness Dozing is not restricted to night driving. On long trips the driver should rest every two hours and drinks coffee or cold to stay alert. Medicines. Some medicines, including sedatives tranquilizers, cold tablets, etc., may dull reflexes or impair coordination, Stimulants may make a person nervous. Consult your doctor about the side effect of drugs. Other hazards listed in the AMA pamphlet include faulty vision. Certain nerve and heart disorders, diabetes, old age— and, of course, drinking. All of these conditions can result in special hazards—all require preventive measures. It's a case where knowing ourselves and acting accordingly could produce a heartening drop in highway carriage. Negro History Week Carried Out In Big Way It is gratifying in the manner that Negro History Week was duly observed. Negro History is a great cause and the interest stimulated in the surveys and research reached high expectations. Surely Dr. Carter G. Woodson, the late pioneer and leading light in this cause would have been happy to see the farflung celebrations in the various schools colleges commemorating the occasion. The report comes that even elementary schools in the far rurals were refreshed in the contributions of our people to the cause of a great country we all love. Negro History is rightfully, world history, it has made its indenture wherever civilization abounds. Thusly, the idea which sprang as a small acorn in the hearts of men like Carter G. Woodson, has grown into a great oak. It will stand tall in the forest of world achievements and those contributions that have come forth to make a people and a nation proud. THE CHRISTIAN LIFE Psalm 16:8 — "I have set the Lord away before me: because He is at my right hand I shall not be moved The Christian life is very simple if properly understood. It may be reduced to one single truth. It must be nothing less and can be nothing more than the relization of the presence or God in daily life Psalm 16:8 is an illustration of this It is golden with relization of God as a present Reality leading to Future Glory. God is real now and never. We must take in consideration. The Christian Church from the beginning has grown in extent and power as result of preaching. Jesus himself was the greatest of all preachers we must realize the fact that, our religion came through a Man who 2.000 years ago impresses upon the minds of his contemporaries through sermons. The required effort of Christianity is personal Surrender put the Lord before you always. Paul emphasizes the importance of preaching. How can people belive, he asks, if they have not heard the truth, and how shall they hear the truth without preaching? And from the preacher's standpoint, how shall he preach unless he be sent? The thought immediately occurs to us that because Gad is all powerful. He could sweep sin aside and tell us not to worry about it no more, but in doing this God would violate all the requirements of justice and righteouness. It cost God something to forgive our sins, It costs him suffering and death of His only begotten Son, Whom He permitted to become incarnate in the flesh in order that men might be saved. And this plan which God had for saving our souls is what Paul designates as the mystery and the preaching of that mystery is the preaching of the gospel Some of Us ask how is Christianity to be obtained?: (a) By faith introducing us to God's Presence. (b) His salvation first. (a) Faith-fellowship-Faithfulness (b) Begin each day with God. A Word To The Wives, New Program For Homemakers "A Word To The Wives" is the title of the new program for homemakers slated January 17 on WKNO-TV. Channel 10. The 30-minute series appearing at 8:30 on Friday evenings deals with many of the problems of the modern homemaker and their solutions. Special emphasis will be given to nutrition, education, and marketing. Featured personality of the show, is Mrs. Cora Lamond, who is hostess of the series, interviewing guests and introducing Mrs. Viola McCain, agent in consumer information and marketing with the Agricultural Extension Service, of the University of Tennessee, who appears regularly on "A Word To The Wives". Guests on the show are authorities on a variety of subjects ranging from flower arranging to dental care. Mrs. Lamond received her home economic training at Delta State Teacher's College where she graduated with a B. S. degree in 1943, after holding the Gooch Scholarship for three years. She is presently completing work on her Master's degree in education at Memphis Stale University. She is married to John F. Lamond. Jr. management analyst at Mallory Air Force Depot, and is the mother of three children. Mrs. McCain, holds a B. S. degree George Peabody College, Nashville, taught school in Fayette County before joining the Agriculture Extension Service in Madison County Jackson, Tenn. Later she became Home Demonstration Agent and served in this capacity for five years before coming to Memphis in 1954. On "A Word To The Wives she will discuss the best buys of the week and give market bulletins. WISHING WELL Registered U. S. Patent Office. HERE 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. GAY GALS — The "Gay Gals" are busy with the decorations for their coming "Gay Ganza Dance" on feb. 28 of Curries Club Tropicana starting at 10 p.m. Left to right are: Rose Carolyn New, Marcelene Turner, Elmer T. John son and Emma J. Turner. Other members are: Gertrude (Squeaky) Davis, Barbara Ann Brown, Clover J. Somerville, Edna Thomas, Jean House, Dorothy Phillips, Eva Kate Gaines and Julia Doggett. Can't Stop Integration, Department Of Justice Says The Justice Department Friday declared it could not suspend integration at Central High School in Little Rock, Ark.. where a school board earlier Thursday held a hearing on a suspended white youth. The Justice Department said it had no authority to intervene in a federal court move. The Little Rock school board petitioned a have integration halted pending a clear definition of the "deliberate speed" phrase in the U. S. Supreme Court's public school desegregation order. The Little Rock School Board held a meeting Friday morning on the suspension of 16-year-old Sammie Dean Parker who was put cut Monday for distributing cards which proclaimed: "One down, eight to go." The crack was aimed at Minnig Jean Brown, one of nine Negroes enrolled at the school in September, who was expelled Monday for reasons not yet disclosed by the board. It was reported, however, that she had been involved in several racial incidents. The board barred the girl's lawyer, Amis Guthridge and newsmen from the closed meeting. Guthridge threatened to file malfcasanee charges against the board if sammie dean is not reinstated. The board was also scheduled to hear the case of Howard cooper who was also suspended Monday for parading the card. Minnie Brown id expected to enroll in the New Lincoln School in New Yolk City. She accepted a $1.050 scholarship to the private institution. Eight Negroes are still attending Central High Which has been under federal troop protection since September 25. The petition which asked an indefinaite stay of integration at the school, was signed by all members of the school board and by School Superintendent. Virgil Blossom. The petition asked that "the plan of integration, heretofore ordered by the court be realistically reconsidered in the light of existing conditions." It was reportedly presented on the recommendation of 24 top business and civic leaders. Auto Victims Critical father. He said he was returning home after visiting a girl friend. He was, being held on charges of the death of his sister. Funeral services, for his sister Mary, were conducted Sunday afternoon by Rev. John S. Howard, pastor of New Life Baptist Church, in Coldwater, Miss. Born in Coldwater, the teenager was brought to Memphis about two years ago by her parents. Among survivors aside from her parents and brother's, are: A sister, Linda Fay, three brothers Lavern, Therman, and O'Neal her maternal grandparents, Mr. and Mrs. Joe Sorrel and her maternal, grandparents Rev. and Mrs. Jim B. Dandridge of Coldwater. GO BY BUS IT'S CONVENIENT - FAST - SAFE NO TRAFFIC OR PARKING PROBLEM THE MEMPHIS STREET RAILWAY CO. SEEING and SAYING BY WILLIAM A. FOWLKES Managing Editor — Atlanta Daily World NOBODY EVER likes all that William Faulkner, the Mississippi-born, Nobel Prize-winning author says. As in his Hovels, Faulkner attempts to picture the South as it is and to solve, by suggestion some of its complex problems. Last week Faulkner cast a barb into Southern thinking that neither Negroes nor whites will agree with — totally but which ought to set a lot of people to thinking and acting if they are sincere in solving the race problem. Of course, Mr. Faulkner must have known that there are many, many Negroes who measure arms fully with "the best while man." There are admittedly too many of our folk who lack those perfectionist qualities, outlined by Mr. Faulkner, and they need the attention of the best in the South and the best in the nation. THERE MUST BE a lot of teaching on the Negro's side. There must also be a lot of teaching of the sharing of the responsibilities of democracy to white Americans. We are living side by side and working side by side under one of the greatest governments on Earth. I believe that Negro leadership everywhere will accept the responsibility of lessertrained folk, along with white leadership. We need to get down to the task of teaching those responsibilities right now. However, Mr. Faulkner, the lesson of responsibilities of equality is not a one-way street! It's No One-Way Street BY WILLIAM A. FOWLKES Managing Editor — Atlanta Daily World NOBODY EVER likes all that William Faulkner, the Mississippi-born, Nobel Prize-winning author says. As in his Hovels, Faulkner attempts to picture the South as it is and to solve, by suggestion some of its complex problems. Last week Faulkner cast a barb into Southern thinking that neither Negroes nor whites will agree with — totally but which ought to set a lot of people to thinking and acting if they are sincere in solving the race problem. Of course, Mr. Faulkner must have known that there are many, many Negroes who measure arms fully with "the best while man." There are admittedly too many of our folk who lack those perfectionist qualities, outlined by Mr. Faulkner, and they need the attention of the best in the South and the best in the nation. THERE MUST BE a lot of teaching on the Negro's side. There must also be a lot of teaching of the sharing of the responsibilities of democracy to white Americans. We are living side by side and working side by side under one of the greatest governments on Earth. I believe that Negro leadership everywhere will accept the responsibility of lessertrained folk, along with white leadership. We need to get down to the task of teaching those responsibilities right now. However, Mr. Faulkner, the lesson of responsibilities of equality is not a one-way street! Ike Turner Furner Annn Mae was former band secretary and "a girl friend with whom I lived," Turner declared. He said the woman suddenly left. "When I woke up Monday she was none." he said, and "$290 was gone With her." Turner claries that since Anna Mae left his house, Smith has been hounding him. Ambassador Padmore Flies To Liberia Liberian Ambassador George A Padmore left the country by plane Tuesday for consultations in Monrovia, Liberia. The ambassador is accompanied by his mother-in-law, Mrs. Florence MaiGames wiles, sister of the late Liberian Chief Justice Louis Arthur Grimes. Mrs. Wiles has been visiting the Padmores Mrs. Padmores returned to Washington last week following a four-week Business trip to Liberia. MEMPHIS WORLD Want Ad Information Call JA. 6-4030 BYRD TRANSFER COMPANY — FEMALE HELP WANTED OFFICE SPACE FOR RENT BOOTHS FOR RENT FURNISHED ROOMS SCHOOLS PERSONAL KNOW YOUR LIBRARY by MAUDDEAN THOMPSON SEWARD Graphology is the scientific study of character expression in handwriting. It starts with Of personality, The personality manifests itself in every kind of numan expression, especially in infinitely fine movements of the hand which guide the pen. Movements point to certain urges, and it is this combination of urges which may be found in handwriting, as distinct from the purely motive power. To give an example, if one finds a stiff, angular handwriting, one immediately gains the impression of stiffness. But it is possible that this is a personality which, with the utmost energy, was able to bridle a rich emotionalism? Whatsoever a man does, feels, senses or thinks will leave an imprint on his individuality. Since handwriting is one of the most important expressions thereof, the individuality must be reflected in the formation of each letter, and word, relating to its cause and motivation. Grand and eloquent gestures, when found together with a right ward slant, reveal a generous approach toward others. Soft and gracious movements with large and rounded letters reveal the affectionate person who tends to avoid struggle and conflict, but likes to fit in smoothly by contrast, the writer with angular connections is prone to fight for his goal and to overcome obstacles. The sharp movements resulting in angularity discloses ago the writer's consistent working habits and endurance, as well as stubborness and rigidity of feeling. The letter with a rounded top, which is almost a concealing stroke, belong to the person who will not comeout into the open but will try to cover his actions behind a front of artificeality. The threadlike connections give the impression of running awa This also shows that the writer is evading something; at one time he cannot face himself, at another, he cannot avoid breaking any promise because of his weak or evasive character. How do you write? Your Friends? Call by the Cossitt Libfary at Vance and Lauderdale and pick up your copy of THE KEY TO HANDWRITING ANALYSIS by Marcuse. It is interesting. USES OF GRAPHOLOGY by MAUDDEAN THOMPSON SEWARD Graphology is the scientific study of character expression in handwriting. It starts with Of personality, The personality manifests itself in every kind of numan expression, especially in infinitely fine movements of the hand which guide the pen. Movements point to certain urges, and it is this combination of urges which may be found in handwriting, as distinct from the purely motive power. To give an example, if one finds a stiff, angular handwriting, one immediately gains the impression of stiffness. But it is possible that this is a personality which, with the utmost energy, was able to bridle a rich emotionalism? Whatsoever a man does, feels, senses or thinks will leave an imprint on his individuality. Since handwriting is one of the most important expressions thereof, the individuality must be reflected in the formation of each letter, and word, relating to its cause and motivation. Grand and eloquent gestures, when found together with a right ward slant, reveal a generous approach toward others. Soft and gracious movements with large and rounded letters reveal the affectionate person who tends to avoid struggle and conflict, but likes to fit in smoothly by contrast, the writer with angular connections is prone to fight for his goal and to overcome obstacles. The sharp movements resulting in angularity discloses ago the writer's consistent working habits and endurance, as well as stubborness and rigidity of feeling. The letter with a rounded top, which is almost a concealing stroke, belong to the person who will not comeout into the open but will try to cover his actions behind a front of artificeality. The threadlike connections give the impression of running awa This also shows that the writer is evading something; at one time he cannot face himself, at another, he cannot avoid breaking any promise because of his weak or evasive character. How do you write? Your Friends? Call by the Cossitt Libfary at Vance and Lauderdale and pick up your copy of THE KEY TO HANDWRITING ANALYSIS by Marcuse. It is interesting. Klansmen record and his old nickname of "Catfish." At one point he declared "Hodges wants to become vice-president, but he'll never do it because Frank Clement, (the Governor of Tennessee) who is a bigger nor lover than Hodges, wants to become vice president too." WAYNE D. OVERHOLSER'S DESPERATE MAN new Western thriller ©1956, 1957. Wayne D. Overholser From the novel published by The Macmillan Co. Distributed by King Features Syndicate. Dave Munro lives at the Big Ten lanch in dillon's Park with his other, Oil, his mother and his father, Joe. Joe Munro had bought the Big Ten three years ago from Herb Jason's widow. Herb had been shot to death. Dave is in love with Kitsy Nordine, and Gil loves her older sister Bess. Dave and his, father go into Buhl to see Cameron Runyan, absentee owner of the Rafter 3. they are afraid of trouble with Vic Toll, his lough foreman. At Runyan's hotel Dave and Joe are accosted by sammy Blue a gunslinger. Blue threatens to shoot them if they try to see Runsan, and is prevented by the hotel clerk. Runyan, with Mort, another gunman, takes Joe and Dave to his room, Runyan offers to buy the Big Ten at a good price, but refuses to interfere with Vic Toll. Joe refuses to sell and they leave. As they walk across the street, they hear Blue call out, "Munro!" Drawing as they turn, Joe kills Mort and Dave smashes Blue's gun arm. Witnesses swear it was self-defense. The next day. Dave, seeking Bess s permission to marry Kitsy, finds the floor closed In his face. Dave goes to see Elder Smith and is surprised when Vic Tell rides up. Vic threatens the Elder and warns him not to start trouble. At a meeting of the ranchers, Kitsy tells Dave she saw Vic Toll kissing her sister, Bess. At the meeting, the ranchers decide not to sell out to Cameron. Kitsy and Bes have a fight, and Bess refuses to permit her to sec Dave. BY MONDAY enough of the snow had gone off Campbell Mountain so that we were able to get back to our wood chopping. My lather, his patience finally worn out, shook Gil awake before sunup. "You're not going hunting today. We've got a winter's supply of wood to get off the mountain and we've got to do it before it snows again. Roll out now. You're going to help." He did, too. For once Ma didn't say a word. This time Gil fooled me. He stayed with us an week and didn't come up with a lame back or sore throat or one of the other dodges he'd used in the past He didn't go over to see Bess in the evenings, either. Maybe he was too tired, but maybe there was another reason, too. If Bess really was interested in Vic Toll, she wouldn't have any time for Gil. But how Bess felt about Gil was the least of my worries. I had Kitsy to think about. If the situation between her and Bess was as bad as Shorty Quinn had said, it couldn't go on. There was bound to be a blowup. It started to rain oh Saturday afternoon, just a mild drizzle, but by night we were thoroughly soaked. We changed our clothes when we got home, Pa milked, and when he came back to the house Ma had a hot supper ready for us. I went to bed a few minutes later. A long day with a crosscut and a maul and wedge is enough to wear out any man. I think I went to sleep at once. Sometime during the night I was aware that the guinea hens were making a racket. The next thing I knew someone was tapping on my window. Scared, I rolled out of bed, then I heard Kitsy's voice, "Dave. Wake up." This was the last thing I expected. I got a match off the bureau, scratched it into life, and held the flame against the glass. Startled by the match flame, she Jumped back. I heard her muffled voice. "Don't light a lamp. Come outside." I got into my shirt and pulled on my pants and boots, all the time wondering what had happened to make her do this. I grabbed my slicker and Stetson off a nail on the kitchen wall and went outside. We crossed the yard to the barn. We went in and I shut the door and lighted the lantern. Kitsy was in my arms at once, crying, "Dave. Dave, I just can't get along without you." I kissed her, her arms hugging me with all her fierce young strength. When, she drew her head back, I saw that she had been crying. "I'm running away," Kitsy said, "and you've got to go with me. We'll get married in Buhl. We'll get jobs. We'll make out, Dave. I know we will." I was shocked, I was scared. We'd talked about getting married, but marriage had always been a distant thing. Now it was right here, and I knew I wasn't ready for it. "Well talk about it tomorrow," I said. "I'll put your horse up and you come into the house. I'll have Ma fix a bed in the front room on the couch and—" "No," she cried. "We're leaving. Now. We can get to Buhl by noon tomorrow and we'll get married." Her hands were gripping the front of my coat, her mouth a determined line. I said, "We just can't jump into it like this. We haven't got any money..." "Yes, we have," she cut in. "I took all there was in the house." "How much have you got?" She stared at the ground. "Thirty-two dollars. But—but you have some, don't you?" I laughed. There wasn't anything funny about this, but still I laughed. It was so crazy. "Do you know how much I've got?" Twelve dollars! How long do you think we could live on forty-four dollars? We'd have to come back home with our tails dragging. We can't do it, Kitsy. We've got to wait." "I'm done waiting," she said. "I've stood a lot off Bess, I won't stand any more. She won't let me see you. Not even at church. I con't go to the turkey snoot. No parties. No dances. I'm almost eighteen. She's bossed me around all my life, and I'm not going to stand It any longer." "What was your fight over?" "I told her I saw her kissing Vic Toll and I said she was selling us out I told her I knew she was going to marry Toll and then Rafter 3 would have the toe hold in the park they've wanted all this time. I said she'd sold her saddle, and then she got mad and hit me." "She didn't deny that she was going to marry Toll?" "She didn't say anything. Just slapped me and I slapped her back. She said she was going to make me go to school in Denver. She wasn't going to have me marrying a —- a pauper like you." That made me mad. Kitsy knew it would. I stared at her, feeling absolutely helpless, I wasn't aware of anything else. guess, or I would have heard the door open. Barney Lux said, "You dog! I told you to stay away from her." I whirled. Kitsy screamed. Lux was standing in the doorway, Bess behind him. I drove at Lux, but I didn't reach him. He had a gun in his hand. He raised it and brought the barrel down in a hard blow that ripped past my left ear and struck me on the shoulder. I went down on my knees into the barn litter. The pain was so excruciating I couldn't hold back the groan that came through my tight lips. I thought my collarbone was broken. Kitsy screamed again and lunged at Lux. He stepped aside and she stumbled past him. Bess caught her and held her. "You've got to come home, Kitsy. I can't let you do this." I got on ray feel and swung from my knees. The blow never landed. Lux hit me with his fist and knocked me down. "That's enough, Barney," Bess said. "Come on. We've got what we came for." But Lux didn't move. He stood grinning down at me. Again I got up. I tried, but my blow was short He knocked me down with his fist again, and after that it seemed to me I was paralyzed. I wasn't unconscious. I could see and hear, but I couldn't move. Bess said, "Barney, I told you not to hit him again." Kitsy wasn't, struggling any more. She was crying. Bess pulled her out of the doorway. That was the last I saw of her. The next morning Shorty Quinn came over. He said Bess and Kitsy had left for Denver. ©1956, 1957. Wayne D. Overholser From the novel published by The Macmillan Co. Distributed by King Features Syndicate. SYNOPSIS ©1956, 1957. Wayne D. Overholser From the novel published by The Macmillan Co. Distributed by King Features Syndicate. Dave Munro lives at the Big Ten lanch in dillon's Park with his other, Oil, his mother and his father, Joe. Joe Munro had bought the Big Ten three years ago from Herb Jason's widow. Herb had been shot to death. Dave is in love with Kitsy Nordine, and Gil loves her older sister Bess. Dave and his, father go into Buhl to see Cameron Runyan, absentee owner of the Rafter 3. they are afraid of trouble with Vic Toll, his lough foreman. At Runyan's hotel Dave and Joe are accosted by sammy Blue a gunslinger. Blue threatens to shoot them if they try to see Runsan, and is prevented by the hotel clerk. Runyan, with Mort, another gunman, takes Joe and Dave to his room, Runyan offers to buy the Big Ten at a good price, but refuses to interfere with Vic Toll. Joe refuses to sell and they leave. As they walk across the street, they hear Blue call out, "Munro!" Drawing as they turn, Joe kills Mort and Dave smashes Blue's gun arm. Witnesses swear it was self-defense. The next day. Dave, seeking Bess s permission to marry Kitsy, finds the floor closed In his face. Dave goes to see Elder Smith and is surprised when Vic Tell rides up. Vic threatens the Elder and warns him not to start trouble. At a meeting of the ranchers, Kitsy tells Dave she saw Vic Toll kissing her sister, Bess. At the meeting, the ranchers decide not to sell out to Cameron. Kitsy and Bes have a fight, and Bess refuses to permit her to sec Dave. BY MONDAY enough of the snow had gone off Campbell Mountain so that we were able to get back to our wood chopping. My lather, his patience finally worn out, shook Gil awake before sunup. "You're not going hunting today. We've got a winter's supply of wood to get off the mountain and we've got to do it before it snows again. Roll out now. You're going to help." He did, too. For once Ma didn't say a word. This time Gil fooled me. He stayed with us an week and didn't come up with a lame back or sore throat or one of the other dodges he'd used in the past He didn't go over to see Bess in the evenings, either. Maybe he was too tired, but maybe there was another reason, too. If Bess really was interested in Vic Toll, she wouldn't have any time for Gil. But how Bess felt about Gil was the least of my worries. I had Kitsy to think about. If the situation between her and Bess was as bad as Shorty Quinn had said, it couldn't go on. There was bound to be a blowup. It started to rain oh Saturday afternoon, just a mild drizzle, but by night we were thoroughly soaked. We changed our clothes when we got home, Pa milked, and when he came back to the house Ma had a hot supper ready for us. I went to bed a few minutes later. A long day with a crosscut and a maul and wedge is enough to wear out any man. I think I went to sleep at once. Sometime during the night I was aware that the guinea hens were making a racket. The next thing I knew someone was tapping on my window. Scared, I rolled out of bed, then I heard Kitsy's voice, "Dave. Wake up." This was the last thing I expected. I got a match off the bureau, scratched it into life, and held the flame against the glass. Startled by the match flame, she Jumped back. I heard her muffled voice. "Don't light a lamp. Come outside." I got into my shirt and pulled on my pants and boots, all the time wondering what had happened to make her do this. I grabbed my slicker and Stetson off a nail on the kitchen wall and went outside. We crossed the yard to the barn. We went in and I shut the door and lighted the lantern. Kitsy was in my arms at once, crying, "Dave. Dave, I just can't get along without you." I kissed her, her arms hugging me with all her fierce young strength. When, she drew her head back, I saw that she had been crying. "I'm running away," Kitsy said, "and you've got to go with me. We'll get married in Buhl. We'll get jobs. We'll make out, Dave. I know we will." I was shocked, I was scared. We'd talked about getting married, but marriage had always been a distant thing. Now it was right here, and I knew I wasn't ready for it. "Well talk about it tomorrow," I said. "I'll put your horse up and you come into the house. I'll have Ma fix a bed in the front room on the couch and—" "No," she cried. "We're leaving. Now. We can get to Buhl by noon tomorrow and we'll get married." Her hands were gripping the front of my coat, her mouth a determined line. I said, "We just can't jump into it like this. We haven't got any money..." "Yes, we have," she cut in. "I took all there was in the house." "How much have you got?" She stared at the ground. "Thirty-two dollars. But—but you have some, don't you?" I laughed. There wasn't anything funny about this, but still I laughed. It was so crazy. "Do you know how much I've got?" Twelve dollars! How long do you think we could live on forty-four dollars? We'd have to come back home with our tails dragging. We can't do it, Kitsy. We've got to wait." "I'm done waiting," she said. "I've stood a lot off Bess, I won't stand any more. She won't let me see you. Not even at church. I con't go to the turkey snoot. No parties. No dances. I'm almost eighteen. She's bossed me around all my life, and I'm not going to stand It any longer." "What was your fight over?" "I told her I saw her kissing Vic Toll and I said she was selling us out I told her I knew she was going to marry Toll and then Rafter 3 would have the toe hold in the park they've wanted all this time. I said she'd sold her saddle, and then she got mad and hit me." "She didn't deny that she was going to marry Toll?" "She didn't say anything. Just slapped me and I slapped her back. She said she was going to make me go to school in Denver. She wasn't going to have me marrying a —- a pauper like you." That made me mad. Kitsy knew it would. I stared at her, feeling absolutely helpless, I wasn't aware of anything else. guess, or I would have heard the door open. Barney Lux said, "You dog! I told you to stay away from her." I whirled. Kitsy screamed. Lux was standing in the doorway, Bess behind him. I drove at Lux, but I didn't reach him. He had a gun in his hand. He raised it and brought the barrel down in a hard blow that ripped past my left ear and struck me on the shoulder. I went down on my knees into the barn litter. The pain was so excruciating I couldn't hold back the groan that came through my tight lips. I thought my collarbone was broken. Kitsy screamed again and lunged at Lux. He stepped aside and she stumbled past him. Bess caught her and held her. "You've got to come home, Kitsy. I can't let you do this." I got on ray feel and swung from my knees. The blow never landed. Lux hit me with his fist and knocked me down. "That's enough, Barney," Bess said. "Come on. We've got what we came for." But Lux didn't move. He stood grinning down at me. Again I got up. I tried, but my blow was short He knocked me down with his fist again, and after that it seemed to me I was paralyzed. I wasn't unconscious. I could see and hear, but I couldn't move. Bess said, "Barney, I told you not to hit him again." Kitsy wasn't, struggling any more. She was crying. Bess pulled her out of the doorway. That was the last I saw of her. The next morning Shorty Quinn came over. He said Bess and Kitsy had left for Denver. ©1956, 1957. Wayne D. Overholser From the novel published by The Macmillan Co. Distributed by King Features Syndicate. CHAPTER 11 ©1956, 1957. Wayne D. Overholser From the novel published by The Macmillan Co. Distributed by King Features Syndicate. Dave Munro lives at the Big Ten lanch in dillon's Park with his other, Oil, his mother and his father, Joe. Joe Munro had bought the Big Ten three years ago from Herb Jason's widow. Herb had been shot to death. Dave is in love with Kitsy Nordine, and Gil loves her older sister Bess. Dave and his, father go into Buhl to see Cameron Runyan, absentee owner of the Rafter 3. they are afraid of trouble with Vic Toll, his lough foreman. At Runyan's hotel Dave and Joe are accosted by sammy Blue a gunslinger. Blue threatens to shoot them if they try to see Runsan, and is prevented by the hotel clerk. Runyan, with Mort, another gunman, takes Joe and Dave to his room, Runyan offers to buy the Big Ten at a good price, but refuses to interfere with Vic Toll. Joe refuses to sell and they leave. As they walk across the street, they hear Blue call out, "Munro!" Drawing as they turn, Joe kills Mort and Dave smashes Blue's gun arm. Witnesses swear it was self-defense. The next day. Dave, seeking Bess s permission to marry Kitsy, finds the floor closed In his face. Dave goes to see Elder Smith and is surprised when Vic Tell rides up. Vic threatens the Elder and warns him not to start trouble. At a meeting of the ranchers, Kitsy tells Dave she saw Vic Toll kissing her sister, Bess. At the meeting, the ranchers decide not to sell out to Cameron. Kitsy and Bes have a fight, and Bess refuses to permit her to sec Dave. BY MONDAY enough of the snow had gone off Campbell Mountain so that we were able to get back to our wood chopping. My lather, his patience finally worn out, shook Gil awake before sunup. "You're not going hunting today. We've got a winter's supply of wood to get off the mountain and we've got to do it before it snows again. Roll out now. You're going to help." He did, too. For once Ma didn't say a word. This time Gil fooled me. He stayed with us an week and didn't come up with a lame back or sore throat or one of the other dodges he'd used in the past He didn't go over to see Bess in the evenings, either. Maybe he was too tired, but maybe there was another reason, too. If Bess really was interested in Vic Toll, she wouldn't have any time for Gil. But how Bess felt about Gil was the least of my worries. I had Kitsy to think about. If the situation between her and Bess was as bad as Shorty Quinn had said, it couldn't go on. There was bound to be a blowup. It started to rain oh Saturday afternoon, just a mild drizzle, but by night we were thoroughly soaked. We changed our clothes when we got home, Pa milked, and when he came back to the house Ma had a hot supper ready for us. I went to bed a few minutes later. A long day with a crosscut and a maul and wedge is enough to wear out any man. I think I went to sleep at once. Sometime during the night I was aware that the guinea hens were making a racket. The next thing I knew someone was tapping on my window. Scared, I rolled out of bed, then I heard Kitsy's voice, "Dave. Wake up." This was the last thing I expected. I got a match off the bureau, scratched it into life, and held the flame against the glass. Startled by the match flame, she Jumped back. I heard her muffled voice. "Don't light a lamp. Come outside." I got into my shirt and pulled on my pants and boots, all the time wondering what had happened to make her do this. I grabbed my slicker and Stetson off a nail on the kitchen wall and went outside. We crossed the yard to the barn. We went in and I shut the door and lighted the lantern. Kitsy was in my arms at once, crying, "Dave. Dave, I just can't get along without you." I kissed her, her arms hugging me with all her fierce young strength. When, she drew her head back, I saw that she had been crying. "I'm running away," Kitsy said, "and you've got to go with me. We'll get married in Buhl. We'll get jobs. We'll make out, Dave. I know we will." I was shocked, I was scared. We'd talked about getting married, but marriage had always been a distant thing. Now it was right here, and I knew I wasn't ready for it. "Well talk about it tomorrow," I said. "I'll put your horse up and you come into the house. I'll have Ma fix a bed in the front room on the couch and—" "No," she cried. "We're leaving. Now. We can get to Buhl by noon tomorrow and we'll get married." Her hands were gripping the front of my coat, her mouth a determined line. I said, "We just can't jump into it like this. We haven't got any money..." "Yes, we have," she cut in. "I took all there was in the house." "How much have you got?" She stared at the ground. "Thirty-two dollars. But—but you have some, don't you?" I laughed. There wasn't anything funny about this, but still I laughed. It was so crazy. "Do you know how much I've got?" Twelve dollars! How long do you think we could live on forty-four dollars? We'd have to come back home with our tails dragging. We can't do it, Kitsy. We've got to wait." "I'm done waiting," she said. "I've stood a lot off Bess, I won't stand any more. She won't let me see you. Not even at church. I con't go to the turkey snoot. No parties. No dances. I'm almost eighteen. She's bossed me around all my life, and I'm not going to stand It any longer." "What was your fight over?" "I told her I saw her kissing Vic Toll and I said she was selling us out I told her I knew she was going to marry Toll and then Rafter 3 would have the toe hold in the park they've wanted all this time. I said she'd sold her saddle, and then she got mad and hit me." "She didn't deny that she was going to marry Toll?" "She didn't say anything. Just slapped me and I slapped her back. She said she was going to make me go to school in Denver. She wasn't going to have me marrying a —- a pauper like you." That made me mad. Kitsy knew it would. I stared at her, feeling absolutely helpless, I wasn't aware of anything else. guess, or I would have heard the door open. Barney Lux said, "You dog! I told you to stay away from her." I whirled. Kitsy screamed. Lux was standing in the doorway, Bess behind him. I drove at Lux, but I didn't reach him. He had a gun in his hand. He raised it and brought the barrel down in a hard blow that ripped past my left ear and struck me on the shoulder. I went down on my knees into the barn litter. The pain was so excruciating I couldn't hold back the groan that came through my tight lips. I thought my collarbone was broken. Kitsy screamed again and lunged at Lux. He stepped aside and she stumbled past him. Bess caught her and held her. "You've got to come home, Kitsy. I can't let you do this." I got on ray feel and swung from my knees. The blow never landed. Lux hit me with his fist and knocked me down. "That's enough, Barney," Bess said. "Come on. We've got what we came for." But Lux didn't move. He stood grinning down at me. Again I got up. I tried, but my blow was short He knocked me down with his fist again, and after that it seemed to me I was paralyzed. I wasn't unconscious. I could see and hear, but I couldn't move. Bess said, "Barney, I told you not to hit him again." Kitsy wasn't, struggling any more. She was crying. Bess pulled her out of the doorway. That was the last I saw of her. The next morning Shorty Quinn came over. He said Bess and Kitsy had left for Denver. ©1956, 1957. Wayne D. Overholser From the novel published by The Macmillan Co. Distributed by King Features Syndicate. Voter Registration Set In Los Angeles Under the direction of the legislative, committee of the Los Angeles Branch of the NAACP, working units in live assembly districts have been set up to increase the registration of voters in local, state and national elections. Leadership Supports Court Ruling, NAACP "Negro leadership in Atlanta stands ready at all times to discuss with anybody constructive and intelligent ways to make Georgia a law abiding rather than a law defying state," a statement released here Saturday declared. The statement, released by a group of Atlanta ministers, and bearing signatures of persons representing Atlanta's leadership, was part of a declamation of unity and support of the National Association for the Advancement of Colored People. The statement announced reaffirmation of the 1954 decision of the U. S. Supreme Court in outlawing racial segregation in public schools. The ministers said they were, proud to stand with the NAACP, an organization which only recently received the endorsement of J. Ddgar Hoover, Chief of the Federal Bureau of Investigation. The statement said Hoover endorsed the NAACP "as a loyal American institution and whose national convention each year has been addressed by either the President of our nation or one of his official representatives." The signers affirmed the following: "We, the undersigned have noticed in the public press reports which tend to create the impression that Negro leadership is divided on the question of securing the basic rights of Negro citizens. "We wish to make it clear that there is absolute, full and complete agreement among all responsible Negroes on the question of the Negro's right to full citizenship everywhere in our country. "As Negro citizens, both loyal and responsible, we believe the Supreme Court's decision of May 17, 1954 is right and just and that this decision should be implemented now as it relates to any and all public facilities. The time is always right to do right. It is anly the doing of wrong which has no right tune. "We further believe in the National Association for the Advancement of Colored People which for nearly a half century has been a symbol of the United States, gle to live up to Its ideal of freedom and full domocracy far all. "In bearing the brunt of the struggle of Negroes and other minorities for full and equal citizenship, it is helping this country sell to the rest of the world the idea that democracy is better than any other political order. "Our prayer is that all who believe in justice and righteousness will join us in this fight to Save our country." Nixon Warns should have if they are to deal intelligently with the great issues of our time arising out of science." Gaither said "the strength of American Education" is the premary factor in the future "progress and security" of the U. S. and the free world. The Ford Foundation Board chairman added: "The American corporation... has a duty., a social responsibilty to provide financial aid to education." Carr answered critics who charge that the American educational system is too full of "frills" is too easy on students and that it isn't turning put enough scientists. The NEA official said more children are studying science and mathematics than ever before, that it is the nation's adults who need to "toughen up" and that while the U. S. has produced 35 Nobel Prize winners in science in the past halfcentury, Russia has only come up with two. When the former Harlem Globetrotter star came to Melrose from LeMoyne College in September of 1955, he mapped plans for turning Melrose into a formidable outfit in basketball. Unlike its powerful grid counterpart which was dominating the league at the time and which the Melrose cage team was noted for its perennial last-place finishes. Lewis virtually changed that overnight. In the 1956 season Lewis pint-sized squad managed a fourth place 4-6 finish. His quintet also annexed the E. A. Harroll Invitational Basketball Tournament during the seasons half-way mark at Millington, Tenn. The next year (1957) Melrose's record rocketed to 8-4 and a second-place impasse wish the Manassas Tigers. In pre-season December, Lewis' Cats were successful in snaring their second tournament title in a year, winning the Forrest City (Ark.) Invitational tourney crown. If Coach Lewis was forced to delay defeating Booker T. Washington, until 1959, only Jake Peacock's Lester Lions have another chance to prevent the Warriors from putting a 65-game victory skein into mothballs. The Lions go against the BTW constituency this evening (Tuesday) at Binghampton to close out the 1958 season. Does not include WashingtonMelrose game which was scheduled for yesterday (Monday) Does not include Melrose BTW game played Monday. 8 Memphis Amateur Boxers In Chicago Golden Glove Tourney Eight amateur boxers of Memphis are taking part in the Golden Gloves tournament in Chicago this week. The fighters reached the Chicago tournament by way of the eleminations at Jackson, Tenn. and advanced to the Paducah, Ky. qualifying tourney. They won seven or eight championships at Paducah. The fighters, coached by Roscoe Williams and his assistant Herbert Hill left Friday for Paducah, where they were joined by other members of the team and left for Chicago Saturday. The fighters are entered in the Golden Gloves tourney us the Jackson, Tenn. Team. The Memphis boys ore Sidney Hastings, flyweight; Thomas Davis, bantamweight; Clayton "Pal" Moore, featherweight; Aaron Hack ett, lightweight; Willie Herrington, welterweight; James Webb, middleweight; Everett Garrett, light heavyweight; and Elijah Wallace, heavyweight. Three of the boxers were unopposed, in the qualifying tournament in Paducah. They are Wallace, Hastings and Davis, while the others won decisive victories, although Herrington lost a close decision in the final bout, but was so impressive, he was named to the Chicago tourney. It is recalled that last year, two Memphis boys, featherweight Brown McGhee, former Booker T. Washington student, and Joe Hemphill former Hamilton student, fighting for the Montgomery, Ala. team won national Golden Gloves championships. Jackie Robinson On Tour Of Southern States Jackie Robinson, the former major league baseball star and member of the national Board of Directors of the National Association for the Advancement of Colored People, will address a series of NAACP meetings in Louisiana, Mississippi and Florida, Gloster B. Current, director of branches, announced today. Mr. Robinson begins his tour wth a luncheon meeting in New Orleans on Feb. 16, at which time he will appeal for life memberships in the Association. That night he will address a mass meeting kicking off the annual membership memosso campaign of of the New Orleans branch of which Arthur J. Chapital is president. On Sunday, Feb. 16, he addressed a state-wide rally in Jackson, MisS., under auspices of the Mississippi State Conference of N. A. A. C. P. branches. The following Sunday, Feb. 23, he will be the principal speaker at a similar N. A. A. C. P. meeting in Tampa, Fla. While in New Orleans, Mr. Robinson will be the guest speaker at a dinner meeting of the Fullbackers Club of Dillard University. This Is The Man To See For Quick Cash COME IN OR CALL