Memphis World Memphis World Publishing Co. 1960-10-08 Stanley S. Scott MEMPHIS WORLD The South's Oldest and Leading colored Semi-Weekly Newspaper Published By MEMPHIS WORLD PUBLISHING CO. Every WEDNESDAY SATURDAY at 546 BEALE — Ph. JA. 6-4035 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 STANLEY S. SCOTT Managing Editor ROBERT MORRIS 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 these things against the interest of its readers. A Regrettable Controversy The skirmish between Dr. J. H. Jackson and Dr. Gardner C. Taylor over the presidency of the National Baptist Convention is deeply deplored by all lovers of orderly procession, especially as relates to religious bodies. The fact that such a grave question found its way into the courts is all the more unbecoming to what the Church really stands for and the cause it espouses. The National Baptist Convention is reputedly one of the largest religious organizations within the jurisdiction of our group and not only would it be a criteria in numbers, but should also afford a laudable pattern for lesser bodies in the general deportment of its affairs an dthat excellent opportunity for service within the province of its numerical strength. It is earnestly hoped that the question now up for settlement will find an amiable solution without disrupting the good offices of this institution. Ambition should never supersede those cardinal principles laid down by the great founder of the Christian faith and so handsomely outlined later by Saint Paul in one of his letters to the Ephesians. Let the Church set the example of harmony and peace. Why They Came There should be little doubt now why Nikita Khrushchev and Fidel Castro, and other communists, came to the United Nations session in New York. One could watch television recently, on the day on which President Eisenhower spoke, dictator Tito spoke, and several others, and see the reason quite plainly. The free publicity, and full coverage, which such dictators as Tito received in the United States is a way in which the communists are taking advantage of our democratic system. Take Nikita Khrushchev, for example. He came to the United States to visit President Eisenhower, his words were carried to all Americans in every corner of the country, and he was given tremendous publicity. He was extensively interviewed and quoted, and had a forum for his propaganda which he could not have improved upon had he arranged it himself. When it came President Eisenhower's turn to go to Russia, the invitation was withdrawn and President Eisenhower did not get to express his views to the Russian people—as had been promised. In other words, the communists are having a field day—in working on the American public, and attempting to influence American and world opinion. Democratic leaders, like President Eisenhower, have no chance to compete, by speaking to the people in communist nations, and therefore leaders like Khrushchev and Castro feel they have nothing to lose and might as well take advantage of the news coverage of every expression and opinion of the communist leaders. Congratulations To The Nigerians Nigeria is the newest of the African nations to win independence. A nation of 35 million, it boasts one-seventh of the population of the Dark Continent. This new federation emerges as the largest free nation in Africa. Some 250 tribes—differing in customs, languages and traditions—make up the new, independent nation, but they are embracing freedom with harmony, dignity, pride, and eagerness. It is gratifying that Nigeria, in taking its place among the nations of the world, has made the transition in a spirit of unity, oneness of purpose, indivisible and imbued with the determination to stand four square behind responsible government. Nigerians are striving to show the world that educated, trained and dedicated leadership can bury the suspicions and misunderstandings which Have brought discord, conflict and dissension to many new nations that have been handed the reins of self-government. Congratulations are due the Nigerians upon achieving full independence with amity and purpose. Brief Comments The world has always had people, and editors, who posed as if they know all the answers; it isn't so. The honest man knows few answers, but his opinion is often worth something. The usual wave of apple polishing is now being exhibited by those who seek to be "in" with candidates seeking public office. THAT'S A FACT TWO AMERICANS, GEORGE HAROO AND FRANK SAMUELSON, ARE THE ONLY PEOPLE WHO EVER ACTUALLY A BOAT ACROSS THE OF THE ATLANTIC OCEAN. IT HAPPENED IN 1897. WANT A MUSCLE? WHO DOESN'T! GIVE YOU THE MUSCLE WHICH ENABLES YOU TO PLAN THE FUTURE BECAUSE WHEN YOU INVEST IN BONDS YOU BUILD A RESERVE THAT WILL COME IN MIGHTY HANDY IN THE YEARS AHEAD. GET ON THE WHERE YOU WORK OR BUY BONDS AT YOUR THE HEAVIEST BIRTHWEIGHT FOR A CALF WAS RECORDED IN ENGLAND IN 1952 WHEN A 172 LB. BUSTER WAS BORN! LONG PULL TWO AMERICANS, GEORGE HAROO AND FRANK SAMUELSON, ARE THE ONLY PEOPLE WHO EVER ACTUALLY A BOAT ACROSS THE OF THE ATLANTIC OCEAN. IT HAPPENED IN 1897. WANT A MUSCLE? WHO DOESN'T! GIVE YOU THE MUSCLE WHICH ENABLES YOU TO PLAN THE FUTURE BECAUSE WHEN YOU INVEST IN BONDS YOU BUILD A RESERVE THAT WILL COME IN MIGHTY HANDY IN THE YEARS AHEAD. GET ON THE WHERE YOU WORK OR BUY BONDS AT YOUR THE HEAVIEST BIRTHWEIGHT FOR A CALF WAS RECORDED IN ENGLAND IN 1952 WHEN A 172 LB. BUSTER WAS BORN! MAKE A MUSCLE! TWO AMERICANS, GEORGE HAROO AND FRANK SAMUELSON, ARE THE ONLY PEOPLE WHO EVER ACTUALLY A BOAT ACROSS THE OF THE ATLANTIC OCEAN. IT HAPPENED IN 1897. WANT A MUSCLE? WHO DOESN'T! GIVE YOU THE MUSCLE WHICH ENABLES YOU TO PLAN THE FUTURE BECAUSE WHEN YOU INVEST IN BONDS YOU BUILD A RESERVE THAT WILL COME IN MIGHTY HANDY IN THE YEARS AHEAD. GET ON THE WHERE YOU WORK OR BUY BONDS AT YOUR THE HEAVIEST BIRTHWEIGHT FOR A CALF WAS RECORDED IN ENGLAND IN 1952 WHEN A 172 LB. BUSTER WAS BORN! BIG BABY! TWO AMERICANS, GEORGE HAROO AND FRANK SAMUELSON, ARE THE ONLY PEOPLE WHO EVER ACTUALLY A BOAT ACROSS THE OF THE ATLANTIC OCEAN. IT HAPPENED IN 1897. WANT A MUSCLE? WHO DOESN'T! GIVE YOU THE MUSCLE WHICH ENABLES YOU TO PLAN THE FUTURE BECAUSE WHEN YOU INVEST IN BONDS YOU BUILD A RESERVE THAT WILL COME IN MIGHTY HANDY IN THE YEARS AHEAD. GET ON THE WHERE YOU WORK OR BUY BONDS AT YOUR THE HEAVIEST BIRTHWEIGHT FOR A CALF WAS RECORDED IN ENGLAND IN 1952 WHEN A 172 LB. BUSTER WAS BORN! LETTERS TO THE Editor To the Editor: The first telecast of the "Great Debate" was an exciting event. Both candidates were exposed to the merciless lens for all interested Americans to see. I was impressed with the fact that Mr. Nixon seemed to be "metooing" to everything Senator Kennedy said. But significantly Nixon made no statement about the greatest moral question facing us, the rights of Negroes and other minorities. On this issue Jack Kennedy spoke without equivocation to a nationwide audience. FRANK MCCALLISTER Chicago, Ill. Communication On the Nixon, Kennedy "Great Debate" To the Editor: The first telecast of the "Great Debate" was an exciting event. Both candidates were exposed to the merciless lens for all interested Americans to see. I was impressed with the fact that Mr. Nixon seemed to be "metooing" to everything Senator Kennedy said. But significantly Nixon made no statement about the greatest moral question facing us, the rights of Negroes and other minorities. On this issue Jack Kennedy spoke without equivocation to a nationwide audience. FRANK MCCALLISTER Chicago, Ill. EDITOR'S NOTE: To the Editor: The first telecast of the "Great Debate" was an exciting event. Both candidates were exposed to the merciless lens for all interested Americans to see. I was impressed with the fact that Mr. Nixon seemed to be "metooing" to everything Senator Kennedy said. But significantly Nixon made no statement about the greatest moral question facing us, the rights of Negroes and other minorities. On this issue Jack Kennedy spoke without equivocation to a nationwide audience. FRANK MCCALLISTER Chicago, Ill. Democratic Leaders Are Reminded Of Statements To The Editor: "Is Senator Kennedy too young and inexperienced to be President?" Mrs. Eleanor Roosevelt, wife of former President Franklin D. Roosevelt, said he was. That was before the Los Angeles Democratic convention when she was pulling for Stevenson. Shortly after Kennedy's nomination, he made a flying pilgrimage to Hyde Park, New York to see her. After a lovefeast he made his peace with her and now she is singing his praises from the house top. Before the convention Harry Truman, former President, also said Senator Kennedy was too young and inexperienced for the presidency. That was when he was boosting for Symington. He was emphatic about Kennedy claiming that too much money was being spent on the Wisconsin and West Virginia primaries in his behalf and that the convention was being rigged for him. He was so angry about it he announced he would not attend the convention, although he was a delegate from Missouri. Then on August 20th Senator Kennedy made, another flying trip, this time to Independence, Missouri to see Mr. Truman. There they met privately in the Truman Library "kissed and made up" and now Harry is for him 100 per cent. Why all these sudden changes? How can they conscientiously indorse Senator Kennedy's candidacy today after branding him immature and inexperienced for the presidency? It is evident they are out to elect a Democrat for President regardless of his qualifications. C.C. BUCKINGHAM St. Louis, Missouri Our Christ Violence Missing schools with whites. Dollarway this year became Arkansas's tenth desegregated school district in the state's first peaceful school opening since September 1956. At least two additional Delaware districts admitted Negroes to previously all-white schools. State officlais did not know if more districts than Seaford and Newport desegregated for the first time. Two Oklahoma districts, Wewoka and Sapulpa, desegregated voluntarily, chiefly for financial reasons, as they had announced previously. Raeign and Chapel Hill, N. C., opened their first desegregated classes. Yancey County has until Oct. 13 to desegregate its high schools. It would be the state's tenth desegregated district and the first in North Carolina under a court order. In Tennessee two additional districts, Knoxville and surrounding Knox County, announced desegregation plans. However, no Negroes applied in the county schools. Davidson County schools, in suburban Nashville, have until Oct. 19 to file a desegregation plan with federal court. In New Orleans, Louisiana of ficial took no further action to intervene as four of the five members of the Orleans Parish school board planned to desegregate the public schools Nov. 14 under federal court order. Last year, Southern Education Reporting Service recorded 19 new districts admitting Negroes with whites during the first month of school. According to the best estimates available this early in the school year, the 17 -state region has 6,676 districts, 2,834 of them bi-racial. The enrollment includes about 10,123554 whites and 3,095,345 Negroes. Approximately 183,104 Negroes are attending schools with whites this session, as compared to the 181,020 reported last spring. The 768 districts with some degree of desegregation have almost three million whites and about 600,000 WILLIAN PEARSON'S rousing bestseller on politics From the novel published by St. Martin's Press Inc. Copyright C 1959, by William Pearson. Distributed by King Features Syndicate. Is it possible that Polly Hoffman might be wondering why , her awkward suitor, who has sought her company so often never seems to get around to fundamentals? It is. Bob Vinquist reflected about himself, ridiculous that a man of thirty lacks the self-confidence to propose." Bob is caught between loyalties to two men in the same city who are seeking the Democratic nomination for governor of their state, one of the men being Polly's father, judge Sam Hoffman. The other is District Attorney Dan Callahan, under whom Bob is Assistant D. A. Bob likes both men, who are fencing with each other about their aspirations. The rivals an to be judge and prosecutor in a headline murder trial... BOB VINQUIST, entering the gh-ceilinged reception room, could see through to the inner office where the District Attorney, brows knit, massive shoulders hunched, black hair and ill-fitting suit rumpled, was delightedly absorber in giving a demonstration of the threeshell game to one of his investigators. Looking up, Dan Callahan roared a welcome. "Roberto! I've got a new trick. Step right up and I'll show you how we fleeced them in the good old days before the NRA." Dan glanced exuberantly from Bob to the investigator, Mickey Beers, then back to the three walnut shells and the rubber pea on the cluttered oak work table. "Now this here pea happens to be named senator Alex S. Simon. In case you didn't know, the middle initial stands for Simple. Okay, Simple goes under the center shell. We move it forward. We move the other two shells forward. So, We move them back. Now, Where's Simple?" "At the Hotel Dome, Dan, I just beard," Bob said, deadpan. Dan stopped, startled. "Why would Simon be in town now?" He limped to the dust-streaked window, scanning the Rowton skyline as if it held Delphic answers, then shouted to his secretary, "See if you can get Simon. At the Dome." He winked. "It's like love, Roberto. Somebody's always got to make the first move." Dan walked with a limp, Bob had learned even before he first met him, because of an artificial leg—a souvenir from services in Italy during World War II. After the war, Dan, in his middle thirties and supporting a wife and three children, attended Rowton University. When he had his degree he became an insurance investigator. At night he went to law school. None of the Democratic politicians in Rowton had taken him seriously when he announced, a few years out of law school, that he was going to seek the nomination for District Attorney, but he spent almost every evening for the full year before that campaign introducing himself to precinct workers. After obtaining the nomination, he campaigned tirelessly, overwhelming his Republi can opponent. Not too many of the same politicians had been taking his interest in the governorship seriously, and perhaps this was the way Dan wanted it. Like the amateur magician he was, he traded on surprise. Now he shouted to his secretary again, "Better listen in on what Simon says. Take everything down." In a happy aside, he added. "We might be talking Roosevelt principles." Mickey Been said, "I have to shove, Boss." "Sure, sure," Dan set down and pounced on the phone when the buzz came. "Hello, hello, Alex? I heard you were in, I got spies everywhere...." Bob visualized the whitehaired septuagenarian Senator slouched, tieless and coatless, in a brocaded armchair of the Presidential Suite, nibbling his favorite pistachios like a squirrel and exchanging careful ambiguities with this forty-sevenyear-old District Attorney who, when Alex Simon ran for office the first time, had yet to draw the breath of life. Dan said, "I'm at your service, Alex, at your service ..." The phone went back on its hook. "Wants to see me right away," Dan said. He shrugged, and his green eyes were briefly self-mocking. "I can guess what he wants, too, Wants to keep me out of trying for the Democratic nomination. We'll nibble pistachios while he slips a knife between my shoulder blades. We'll be talking about Roosevelt principles or modem Republicanism or some damn gibberish, and then I'll suddenly feel blood raining down my back." Elated, Bob said, "Only a man who's made up his mind to run could talk that way. So hallelujah, and congratulations. When did you finally decide, Dan?" "Hell, Roberto, was there ever any real doubt about it? Once the Hart case got hot?" Dan played restlessly with the walnut shells. "Success in politics is ninety per cent a lucky accident, some crazy chain of events that plucks you out of nowhere and shoots you to the top. Well, now I've got my lucky accident. The Hart ease. Sure, murder eases are a dime a dozen, and so are crusading district attorneys, but how often do you find a situation when the defendant's a favorite nephew of an ex-Governor, and the ex-Governor's stupid enough to try to put in the fix? The papers love one like this. So just because an ex-Governor's nephew got into an immortal love affair with his secretary and felt the urge to knock of" his wife, the man who prosecutes him becomes a statewide figure." "If you get a conviction!" "Now, that's a devil of an attitude for a bright young prosecutor to take." Dan pushed a hand through his tangled black hair. "Just remember that if I don't get a conviction, the papers will say our ex-Governor friend did put in the fix. That I held back on key evidence." "And if you do get a conviction, old man Hart will be making a career of trying to stop you cold at the state nominating convention. He'll hold the conviction of his nephew against you as long as he lives." "I'll take my chances. You don't seed a machine behind you in politics any more. Not old Charlie Hart's machine, and not any other machine, including Alex Simon's. Because this is the ago of the celebrity in entertainment, in business, in politics. Celebrities write their own tickets. Roberto, the Hart case is a chance to put my name in ights. I'll never have one like it again." He slapped his big hands on the table. "Besides, I'm not going in with my flanks uncovered. I've got a meeting with Matt Keenan of the tonight." "Keenan! What's he want?" "It's a frightening precedent, but I don't think he wants anything. Of course, that has to be qualified. Anybody in politics wants I've even heard of a few wild-eyed misfits who Just want good government And how Matt hates Simon! But who's he got to choose from? No Republican, not in this state. The fact we have one now is a fluke. So it's Hoffman or me ... or possibly some downstate Democrat. An inspiring roster! We've all got the itch, only one of us can win. Matt, bless him, thinks it might be me." "Hell, he must think you behave in some of the things be does." "Oh, sure. And I don't try too hard to disillusion him. I blush to admit it, but along with my basic principles, I got ambitions." Dan looked up quickly. "Want to tag along tonight?" "Can't. I'm meeting Polly Hoffman. Which reminds me. When I was downstairs a moment ago, the Judge proposed a Hoffman-Callahan ticket. He also said Simon had heart trouble. So he thinks Simon might resign his Senate seat pretty soon. He said he'd appoint you if he was Governor." "Roberto, there's one thing I've never heard of, and that's a U. S. Senator giving up his seat. When they go out, they're carried out. Potomac fever. They'll hang the man who invents a pill to cure it. Come on, I'll take you with me to Simon's. Ever met him?" "Not personally." "All right, I'll introduce you to a man who's been at the public trough for fifty years, and you'll soon agree that Barnum was right. There's a voter born every minute." Dan lifted the middle walnut shell. "I'll be damned, Simple's gone." A FEVER in the BLOOD From the novel published by St. Martin's Press Inc. Copyright C 1959, by William Pearson. Distributed by King Features Syndicate. Is it possible that Polly Hoffman might be wondering why , her awkward suitor, who has sought her company so often never seems to get around to fundamentals? It is. Bob Vinquist reflected about himself, ridiculous that a man of thirty lacks the self-confidence to propose." Bob is caught between loyalties to two men in the same city who are seeking the Democratic nomination for governor of their state, one of the men being Polly's father, judge Sam Hoffman. The other is District Attorney Dan Callahan, under whom Bob is Assistant D. A. Bob likes both men, who are fencing with each other about their aspirations. The rivals an to be judge and prosecutor in a headline murder trial... BOB VINQUIST, entering the gh-ceilinged reception room, could see through to the inner office where the District Attorney, brows knit, massive shoulders hunched, black hair and ill-fitting suit rumpled, was delightedly absorber in giving a demonstration of the threeshell game to one of his investigators. Looking up, Dan Callahan roared a welcome. "Roberto! I've got a new trick. Step right up and I'll show you how we fleeced them in the good old days before the NRA." Dan glanced exuberantly from Bob to the investigator, Mickey Beers, then back to the three walnut shells and the rubber pea on the cluttered oak work table. "Now this here pea happens to be named senator Alex S. Simon. In case you didn't know, the middle initial stands for Simple. Okay, Simple goes under the center shell. We move it forward. We move the other two shells forward. So, We move them back. Now, Where's Simple?" "At the Hotel Dome, Dan, I just beard," Bob said, deadpan. Dan stopped, startled. "Why would Simon be in town now?" He limped to the dust-streaked window, scanning the Rowton skyline as if it held Delphic answers, then shouted to his secretary, "See if you can get Simon. At the Dome." He winked. "It's like love, Roberto. Somebody's always got to make the first move." Dan walked with a limp, Bob had learned even before he first met him, because of an artificial leg—a souvenir from services in Italy during World War II. After the war, Dan, in his middle thirties and supporting a wife and three children, attended Rowton University. When he had his degree he became an insurance investigator. At night he went to law school. None of the Democratic politicians in Rowton had taken him seriously when he announced, a few years out of law school, that he was going to seek the nomination for District Attorney, but he spent almost every evening for the full year before that campaign introducing himself to precinct workers. After obtaining the nomination, he campaigned tirelessly, overwhelming his Republi can opponent. Not too many of the same politicians had been taking his interest in the governorship seriously, and perhaps this was the way Dan wanted it. Like the amateur magician he was, he traded on surprise. Now he shouted to his secretary again, "Better listen in on what Simon says. Take everything down." In a happy aside, he added. "We might be talking Roosevelt principles." Mickey Been said, "I have to shove, Boss." "Sure, sure," Dan set down and pounced on the phone when the buzz came. "Hello, hello, Alex? I heard you were in, I got spies everywhere...." Bob visualized the whitehaired septuagenarian Senator slouched, tieless and coatless, in a brocaded armchair of the Presidential Suite, nibbling his favorite pistachios like a squirrel and exchanging careful ambiguities with this forty-sevenyear-old District Attorney who, when Alex Simon ran for office the first time, had yet to draw the breath of life. Dan said, "I'm at your service, Alex, at your service ..." The phone went back on its hook. "Wants to see me right away," Dan said. He shrugged, and his green eyes were briefly self-mocking. "I can guess what he wants, too, Wants to keep me out of trying for the Democratic nomination. We'll nibble pistachios while he slips a knife between my shoulder blades. We'll be talking about Roosevelt principles or modem Republicanism or some damn gibberish, and then I'll suddenly feel blood raining down my back." Elated, Bob said, "Only a man who's made up his mind to run could talk that way. So hallelujah, and congratulations. When did you finally decide, Dan?" "Hell, Roberto, was there ever any real doubt about it? Once the Hart case got hot?" Dan played restlessly with the walnut shells. "Success in politics is ninety per cent a lucky accident, some crazy chain of events that plucks you out of nowhere and shoots you to the top. Well, now I've got my lucky accident. The Hart ease. Sure, murder eases are a dime a dozen, and so are crusading district attorneys, but how often do you find a situation when the defendant's a favorite nephew of an ex-Governor, and the ex-Governor's stupid enough to try to put in the fix? The papers love one like this. So just because an ex-Governor's nephew got into an immortal love affair with his secretary and felt the urge to knock of" his wife, the man who prosecutes him becomes a statewide figure." "If you get a conviction!" "Now, that's a devil of an attitude for a bright young prosecutor to take." Dan pushed a hand through his tangled black hair. "Just remember that if I don't get a conviction, the papers will say our ex-Governor friend did put in the fix. That I held back on key evidence." "And if you do get a conviction, old man Hart will be making a career of trying to stop you cold at the state nominating convention. He'll hold the conviction of his nephew against you as long as he lives." "I'll take my chances. You don't seed a machine behind you in politics any more. Not old Charlie Hart's machine, and not any other machine, including Alex Simon's. Because this is the ago of the celebrity in entertainment, in business, in politics. Celebrities write their own tickets. Roberto, the Hart case is a chance to put my name in ights. I'll never have one like it again." He slapped his big hands on the table. "Besides, I'm not going in with my flanks uncovered. I've got a meeting with Matt Keenan of the tonight." "Keenan! What's he want?" "It's a frightening precedent, but I don't think he wants anything. Of course, that has to be qualified. Anybody in politics wants I've even heard of a few wild-eyed misfits who Just want good government And how Matt hates Simon! But who's he got to choose from? No Republican, not in this state. The fact we have one now is a fluke. So it's Hoffman or me ... or possibly some downstate Democrat. An inspiring roster! We've all got the itch, only one of us can win. Matt, bless him, thinks it might be me." "Hell, he must think you behave in some of the things be does." "Oh, sure. And I don't try too hard to disillusion him. I blush to admit it, but along with my basic principles, I got ambitions." Dan looked up quickly. "Want to tag along tonight?" "Can't. I'm meeting Polly Hoffman. Which reminds me. When I was downstairs a moment ago, the Judge proposed a Hoffman-Callahan ticket. He also said Simon had heart trouble. So he thinks Simon might resign his Senate seat pretty soon. He said he'd appoint you if he was Governor." "Roberto, there's one thing I've never heard of, and that's a U. S. Senator giving up his seat. When they go out, they're carried out. Potomac fever. They'll hang the man who invents a pill to cure it. Come on, I'll take you with me to Simon's. Ever met him?" "Not personally." "All right, I'll introduce you to a man who's been at the public trough for fifty years, and you'll soon agree that Barnum was right. There's a voter born every minute." Dan lifted the middle walnut shell. "I'll be damned, Simple's gone." WHAT HAS HAPPENED From the novel published by St. Martin's Press Inc. Copyright C 1959, by William Pearson. Distributed by King Features Syndicate. Is it possible that Polly Hoffman might be wondering why , her awkward suitor, who has sought her company so often never seems to get around to fundamentals? It is. Bob Vinquist reflected about himself, ridiculous that a man of thirty lacks the self-confidence to propose." Bob is caught between loyalties to two men in the same city who are seeking the Democratic nomination for governor of their state, one of the men being Polly's father, judge Sam Hoffman. The other is District Attorney Dan Callahan, under whom Bob is Assistant D. A. Bob likes both men, who are fencing with each other about their aspirations. The rivals an to be judge and prosecutor in a headline murder trial... BOB VINQUIST, entering the gh-ceilinged reception room, could see through to the inner office where the District Attorney, brows knit, massive shoulders hunched, black hair and ill-fitting suit rumpled, was delightedly absorber in giving a demonstration of the threeshell game to one of his investigators. Looking up, Dan Callahan roared a welcome. "Roberto! I've got a new trick. Step right up and I'll show you how we fleeced them in the good old days before the NRA." Dan glanced exuberantly from Bob to the investigator, Mickey Beers, then back to the three walnut shells and the rubber pea on the cluttered oak work table. "Now this here pea happens to be named senator Alex S. Simon. In case you didn't know, the middle initial stands for Simple. Okay, Simple goes under the center shell. We move it forward. We move the other two shells forward. So, We move them back. Now, Where's Simple?" "At the Hotel Dome, Dan, I just beard," Bob said, deadpan. Dan stopped, startled. "Why would Simon be in town now?" He limped to the dust-streaked window, scanning the Rowton skyline as if it held Delphic answers, then shouted to his secretary, "See if you can get Simon. At the Dome." He winked. "It's like love, Roberto. Somebody's always got to make the first move." Dan walked with a limp, Bob had learned even before he first met him, because of an artificial leg—a souvenir from services in Italy during World War II. After the war, Dan, in his middle thirties and supporting a wife and three children, attended Rowton University. When he had his degree he became an insurance investigator. At night he went to law school. None of the Democratic politicians in Rowton had taken him seriously when he announced, a few years out of law school, that he was going to seek the nomination for District Attorney, but he spent almost every evening for the full year before that campaign introducing himself to precinct workers. After obtaining the nomination, he campaigned tirelessly, overwhelming his Republi can opponent. Not too many of the same politicians had been taking his interest in the governorship seriously, and perhaps this was the way Dan wanted it. Like the amateur magician he was, he traded on surprise. Now he shouted to his secretary again, "Better listen in on what Simon says. Take everything down." In a happy aside, he added. "We might be talking Roosevelt principles." Mickey Been said, "I have to shove, Boss." "Sure, sure," Dan set down and pounced on the phone when the buzz came. "Hello, hello, Alex? I heard you were in, I got spies everywhere...." Bob visualized the whitehaired septuagenarian Senator slouched, tieless and coatless, in a brocaded armchair of the Presidential Suite, nibbling his favorite pistachios like a squirrel and exchanging careful ambiguities with this forty-sevenyear-old District Attorney who, when Alex Simon ran for office the first time, had yet to draw the breath of life. Dan said, "I'm at your service, Alex, at your service ..." The phone went back on its hook. "Wants to see me right away," Dan said. He shrugged, and his green eyes were briefly self-mocking. "I can guess what he wants, too, Wants to keep me out of trying for the Democratic nomination. We'll nibble pistachios while he slips a knife between my shoulder blades. We'll be talking about Roosevelt principles or modem Republicanism or some damn gibberish, and then I'll suddenly feel blood raining down my back." Elated, Bob said, "Only a man who's made up his mind to run could talk that way. So hallelujah, and congratulations. When did you finally decide, Dan?" "Hell, Roberto, was there ever any real doubt about it? Once the Hart case got hot?" Dan played restlessly with the walnut shells. "Success in politics is ninety per cent a lucky accident, some crazy chain of events that plucks you out of nowhere and shoots you to the top. Well, now I've got my lucky accident. The Hart ease. Sure, murder eases are a dime a dozen, and so are crusading district attorneys, but how often do you find a situation when the defendant's a favorite nephew of an ex-Governor, and the ex-Governor's stupid enough to try to put in the fix? The papers love one like this. So just because an ex-Governor's nephew got into an immortal love affair with his secretary and felt the urge to knock of" his wife, the man who prosecutes him becomes a statewide figure." "If you get a conviction!" "Now, that's a devil of an attitude for a bright young prosecutor to take." Dan pushed a hand through his tangled black hair. "Just remember that if I don't get a conviction, the papers will say our ex-Governor friend did put in the fix. That I held back on key evidence." "And if you do get a conviction, old man Hart will be making a career of trying to stop you cold at the state nominating convention. He'll hold the conviction of his nephew against you as long as he lives." "I'll take my chances. You don't seed a machine behind you in politics any more. Not old Charlie Hart's machine, and not any other machine, including Alex Simon's. Because this is the ago of the celebrity in entertainment, in business, in politics. Celebrities write their own tickets. Roberto, the Hart case is a chance to put my name in ights. I'll never have one like it again." He slapped his big hands on the table. "Besides, I'm not going in with my flanks uncovered. I've got a meeting with Matt Keenan of the tonight." "Keenan! What's he want?" "It's a frightening precedent, but I don't think he wants anything. Of course, that has to be qualified. Anybody in politics wants I've even heard of a few wild-eyed misfits who Just want good government And how Matt hates Simon! But who's he got to choose from? No Republican, not in this state. The fact we have one now is a fluke. So it's Hoffman or me ... or possibly some downstate Democrat. An inspiring roster! We've all got the itch, only one of us can win. Matt, bless him, thinks it might be me." "Hell, he must think you behave in some of the things be does." "Oh, sure. And I don't try too hard to disillusion him. I blush to admit it, but along with my basic principles, I got ambitions." Dan looked up quickly. "Want to tag along tonight?" "Can't. I'm meeting Polly Hoffman. Which reminds me. When I was downstairs a moment ago, the Judge proposed a Hoffman-Callahan ticket. He also said Simon had heart trouble. So he thinks Simon might resign his Senate seat pretty soon. He said he'd appoint you if he was Governor." "Roberto, there's one thing I've never heard of, and that's a U. S. Senator giving up his seat. When they go out, they're carried out. Potomac fever. They'll hang the man who invents a pill to cure it. Come on, I'll take you with me to Simon's. Ever met him?" "Not personally." "All right, I'll introduce you to a man who's been at the public trough for fifty years, and you'll soon agree that Barnum was right. There's a voter born every minute." Dan lifted the middle walnut shell. "I'll be damned, Simple's gone." CHAPTER 2 From the novel published by St. Martin's Press Inc. Copyright C 1959, by William Pearson. Distributed by King Features Syndicate. Is it possible that Polly Hoffman might be wondering why , her awkward suitor, who has sought her company so often never seems to get around to fundamentals? It is. Bob Vinquist reflected about himself, ridiculous that a man of thirty lacks the self-confidence to propose." Bob is caught between loyalties to two men in the same city who are seeking the Democratic nomination for governor of their state, one of the men being Polly's father, judge Sam Hoffman. The other is District Attorney Dan Callahan, under whom Bob is Assistant D. A. Bob likes both men, who are fencing with each other about their aspirations. The rivals an to be judge and prosecutor in a headline murder trial... BOB VINQUIST, entering the gh-ceilinged reception room, could see through to the inner office where the District Attorney, brows knit, massive shoulders hunched, black hair and ill-fitting suit rumpled, was delightedly absorber in giving a demonstration of the threeshell game to one of his investigators. Looking up, Dan Callahan roared a welcome. "Roberto! I've got a new trick. Step right up and I'll show you how we fleeced them in the good old days before the NRA." Dan glanced exuberantly from Bob to the investigator, Mickey Beers, then back to the three walnut shells and the rubber pea on the cluttered oak work table. "Now this here pea happens to be named senator Alex S. Simon. In case you didn't know, the middle initial stands for Simple. Okay, Simple goes under the center shell. We move it forward. We move the other two shells forward. So, We move them back. Now, Where's Simple?" "At the Hotel Dome, Dan, I just beard," Bob said, deadpan. Dan stopped, startled. "Why would Simon be in town now?" He limped to the dust-streaked window, scanning the Rowton skyline as if it held Delphic answers, then shouted to his secretary, "See if you can get Simon. At the Dome." He winked. "It's like love, Roberto. Somebody's always got to make the first move." Dan walked with a limp, Bob had learned even before he first met him, because of an artificial leg—a souvenir from services in Italy during World War II. After the war, Dan, in his middle thirties and supporting a wife and three children, attended Rowton University. When he had his degree he became an insurance investigator. At night he went to law school. None of the Democratic politicians in Rowton had taken him seriously when he announced, a few years out of law school, that he was going to seek the nomination for District Attorney, but he spent almost every evening for the full year before that campaign introducing himself to precinct workers. After obtaining the nomination, he campaigned tirelessly, overwhelming his Republi can opponent. Not too many of the same politicians had been taking his interest in the governorship seriously, and perhaps this was the way Dan wanted it. Like the amateur magician he was, he traded on surprise. Now he shouted to his secretary again, "Better listen in on what Simon says. Take everything down." In a happy aside, he added. "We might be talking Roosevelt principles." Mickey Been said, "I have to shove, Boss." "Sure, sure," Dan set down and pounced on the phone when the buzz came. "Hello, hello, Alex? I heard you were in, I got spies everywhere...." Bob visualized the whitehaired septuagenarian Senator slouched, tieless and coatless, in a brocaded armchair of the Presidential Suite, nibbling his favorite pistachios like a squirrel and exchanging careful ambiguities with this forty-sevenyear-old District Attorney who, when Alex Simon ran for office the first time, had yet to draw the breath of life. Dan said, "I'm at your service, Alex, at your service ..." The phone went back on its hook. "Wants to see me right away," Dan said. He shrugged, and his green eyes were briefly self-mocking. "I can guess what he wants, too, Wants to keep me out of trying for the Democratic nomination. We'll nibble pistachios while he slips a knife between my shoulder blades. We'll be talking about Roosevelt principles or modem Republicanism or some damn gibberish, and then I'll suddenly feel blood raining down my back." Elated, Bob said, "Only a man who's made up his mind to run could talk that way. So hallelujah, and congratulations. When did you finally decide, Dan?" "Hell, Roberto, was there ever any real doubt about it? Once the Hart case got hot?" Dan played restlessly with the walnut shells. "Success in politics is ninety per cent a lucky accident, some crazy chain of events that plucks you out of nowhere and shoots you to the top. Well, now I've got my lucky accident. The Hart ease. Sure, murder eases are a dime a dozen, and so are crusading district attorneys, but how often do you find a situation when the defendant's a favorite nephew of an ex-Governor, and the ex-Governor's stupid enough to try to put in the fix? The papers love one like this. So just because an ex-Governor's nephew got into an immortal love affair with his secretary and felt the urge to knock of" his wife, the man who prosecutes him becomes a statewide figure." "If you get a conviction!" "Now, that's a devil of an attitude for a bright young prosecutor to take." Dan pushed a hand through his tangled black hair. "Just remember that if I don't get a conviction, the papers will say our ex-Governor friend did put in the fix. That I held back on key evidence." "And if you do get a conviction, old man Hart will be making a career of trying to stop you cold at the state nominating convention. He'll hold the conviction of his nephew against you as long as he lives." "I'll take my chances. You don't seed a machine behind you in politics any more. Not old Charlie Hart's machine, and not any other machine, including Alex Simon's. Because this is the ago of the celebrity in entertainment, in business, in politics. Celebrities write their own tickets. Roberto, the Hart case is a chance to put my name in ights. I'll never have one like it again." He slapped his big hands on the table. "Besides, I'm not going in with my flanks uncovered. I've got a meeting with Matt Keenan of the tonight." "Keenan! What's he want?" "It's a frightening precedent, but I don't think he wants anything. Of course, that has to be qualified. Anybody in politics wants I've even heard of a few wild-eyed misfits who Just want good government And how Matt hates Simon! But who's he got to choose from? No Republican, not in this state. The fact we have one now is a fluke. So it's Hoffman or me ... or possibly some downstate Democrat. An inspiring roster! We've all got the itch, only one of us can win. Matt, bless him, thinks it might be me." "Hell, he must think you behave in some of the things be does." "Oh, sure. And I don't try too hard to disillusion him. I blush to admit it, but along with my basic principles, I got ambitions." Dan looked up quickly. "Want to tag along tonight?" "Can't. I'm meeting Polly Hoffman. Which reminds me. When I was downstairs a moment ago, the Judge proposed a Hoffman-Callahan ticket. He also said Simon had heart trouble. So he thinks Simon might resign his Senate seat pretty soon. He said he'd appoint you if he was Governor." "Roberto, there's one thing I've never heard of, and that's a U. S. Senator giving up his seat. When they go out, they're carried out. Potomac fever. They'll hang the man who invents a pill to cure it. Come on, I'll take you with me to Simon's. Ever met him?" "Not personally." "All right, I'll introduce you to a man who's been at the public trough for fifty years, and you'll soon agree that Barnum was right. There's a voter born every minute." Dan lifted the middle walnut shell. "I'll be damned, Simple's gone." S. C. State College Head Addresses FHA Meeting The third session of the annual meeting of the New Farmers of America was held Wed. at Municipal Auditorium. Over 1,400 members of NFA., supervisors and visitors are attending the sessions. Dr. B. C, Turner, president of South Carolina State College, addressed the group, declaring: "The NFA has not only imparted knowledge and skills in this field of agriculture, but has also instilled in its members good character habits of industry, thrift, a devotion to principles of christianity and of good citizenship. Our boys must be trained to meet the changing political, social and economic conditons of the world. There is a great need for trained leadership and those of you who will finish college have a moral obligaton aind responsbility to furnish leadership which only people of good character and sound training can give to society." Carl Davis Brumfield, 20, a graduate of the O. W. Dillon High School. Kentwood. La., and a member of the Dillon Chapter of the New Farmer of America was named winner of the NFA's national award for outstanding achievement in Dairy Farming. He was presented a check for $200 from the Future Farmers of America Foundation, Inc. Two winners of sectional Dairy Farming awards received Foundation checks of $100 each. They are James H. Green, 16, Carver Regional High School, Rapidan, Va., and Dale L. Davis, 18, Tennessee Valley High School, Hillsboro, Ala. Addison Magee, 17, a member of the Washington Parish High School Chapter of the New Farmer of America, Franklinton, La., was named the winner of the New Farmers of America National Farm and Home Improvement Award. He received a check for $200. Two sectional winners who were given $100 each were Herman Cobbs, 18, of Susie Gbson High School, Bedford, Va., and Clarence Donaldson, of Madison County Training School, Madison, Fla. Solomon Sanders, 16. Quincy, Fla., received a $200 check to winning NFA's national Soil and Water Management Award. Sectional Soil and Water Management winners were Arthur Lee Warren, 17, Route 3, Tyler, Texas, and Edward Hill Richardson, 18 of Trevillians, Va. Theodore Samuel, 18, of Macon County Training School, Roba, Ala., was named winner of the NFA National Farm Electrification Award, receiving a $200 check. William Edward Coleman, 17, of Bethune High School, Halifax, Va., and Willie Johnson, 19, of Moton High School, Marionna, Ark., received $100 sectional electrifcation awards. The degree of Honorary Superior Farmer was awarded to: R. D. Anderson, State Oirector of Vocational Education, Columbia S., C.; G. C. Norman, Program Specialist, State Department of Education, Tallahassee, Fla.; Dr. B. C. Turner, President, South Carolina State College, Orangeburg, S. C. Anthony J. Collins, Teacher of Vocational Agriculture, Jonesville, La.; R. F. Faucette Teacher of Vocational Agriculture, Cotton Plant, Ark.; Henry J. Ladd, Teacher of Vocational Agriculture, Montezuma, Ga.; Isaac Rogers, Teacher of Vocational Agriculture, Enfield, N. C. and Josephus R. Taylor, Teacher of Vocational Agriculture, Conway, S. C. Delivering the major address to the young agricultural leaders Tuesday night, an official of the Goodyear Tire and Rubber Company of Akron, Ohio, Russell De Young, congratulated the youth on choosing farming as a career. Mr. Young, who is president of the FFA Foundation Donors, Inc., told the young men they had chosen a "basic" field in which to devote their lives. "It is not an overstatement," he said, "to say that agriculture is the basic element in all lfe .... and it is on the farm that the most respected of all American characteristics is born, the virture of individual initiative." Red China's zeal annoys Russians. WANTED · 100 more Agents, 10 District Supervisors and 3 Assistant National Directors to distribute Negro history books by Negro authors, and other books of interest to Negro families. EXCLUSIVE TERRITORY GIVEN Good agents can earn from $25 to $100 per day. All agents trained and given detailed instructions. · Call or Write Rev. William Coke 1043 Alaska Street Memphis 7, Tennessee Phone BR. 4-5542 Panel Discussion Highlights Avery Chapel's Women's Day Annual Women's Day will be observed at the Avery Chapel AME Church Sunday, Oct. 9 when the theme will be; Woman's Responsbility in a Changing Society." Mrs. Viola Ware of the New Taylor AME Church will be the guest speaker at 11 a. m. Mrs. Willa McWilliams Walker is scheduled to be the moderator of a panel discussion at 3:30 p. m. when a special program will be held. Several guest soloists will stag. The public is invited. Mrs. Hattie Harrison is chairman for the days actvities. Rev. Loyce Patrick is pastor of the church. Two Pro-Lumumba country following last month's expulsions of Russian and Czech diplomats. Leopoldville officials ordered a census of the European population of the capital because of fear that Communist agents may have slipped back into the city. Police Wednesday checked identities of residents of all hotels and a number of apartments in the search for possible Red agents. Nigerian Curate For London's 'Parish Church' London's "parish church of all the world," St. Martin's -in-the- Fields, made famous by the B. B. C.'s overseas broadcasts of its services, has now the added distinction of a Nigerian curate. The Rev. Samuel Johnson was born in Lagos, Nigeria, thirty years ago. He left his country for England in 1949, bent on becoming an engineer. He studied for a year at Leicester Technical College, then moved to London for further study, supporting himself by part-time work in a factory and as a Porter at a railroad station. But since "there had always been something at the back of my mind about entering church service since I was a boy," Mr. Johnson explains, it was not long before his ambition shifted. He knew St. Martin's -in -the Fields from the B. B. C. broadcasts, and went there as soon as he arrived in London. "I was made very welcome by the Vicar," Mr. Johnson recalls. "He was the Rev. Lewis Merwyn Charles - Edwards, who is now the Bishop of Worcester. With the Vicar's help I decided to forget about engineering and study theology instead." Mr. Johnson entered Lichfield Theological College in 1951, became a deacon in 1955, a priest in 1956 and since then has served in Whitechapel, London, Sanbury - on Thames and St. Paul's Lisson Grove, London. The present Vicar of St. Martin's, the Rev. Sidney Austin Williams, expressed his delight at having Mr. Johnson join him. "I have known and liked him tremendously for some years," he said, upon receiving news of the appointment. He pointed out that there has always been a very strong connection between St. Martin's and West Africa. WEST AFRICAN LINK London's "parish church of all the world," St. Martin's -in-the- Fields, made famous by the B. B. C.'s overseas broadcasts of its services, has now the added distinction of a Nigerian curate. The Rev. Samuel Johnson was born in Lagos, Nigeria, thirty years ago. He left his country for England in 1949, bent on becoming an engineer. He studied for a year at Leicester Technical College, then moved to London for further study, supporting himself by part-time work in a factory and as a Porter at a railroad station. But since "there had always been something at the back of my mind about entering church service since I was a boy," Mr. Johnson explains, it was not long before his ambition shifted. He knew St. Martin's -in -the Fields from the B. B. C. broadcasts, and went there as soon as he arrived in London. "I was made very welcome by the Vicar," Mr. Johnson recalls. "He was the Rev. Lewis Merwyn Charles - Edwards, who is now the Bishop of Worcester. With the Vicar's help I decided to forget about engineering and study theology instead." Mr. Johnson entered Lichfield Theological College in 1951, became a deacon in 1955, a priest in 1956 and since then has served in Whitechapel, London, Sanbury - on Thames and St. Paul's Lisson Grove, London. The present Vicar of St. Martin's, the Rev. Sidney Austin Williams, expressed his delight at having Mr. Johnson join him. "I have known and liked him tremendously for some years," he said, upon receiving news of the appointment. He pointed out that there has always been a very strong connection between St. Martin's and West Africa. Brighton Girl Gets $400 Scholarship Miss Helen L. Woodward, a recent graduate of Brighton high school in Brighton, Ala., has entered Tuskegee Institute with a $400 academic scholarship. She was among 13 freshmen receiving more than $5,000 in scholarships. The students were chosen on the basis of their exceptional high school records and the Cooperative Intercollegiate Test sponsored by the United Negro College Fund. According to Dr. Robert D. Reid, dean of students, the scholarship will be renewed each year the student maintains a "B" average. The scholarships were given in varying amounts of $300 to $600. Other recipients of the scholarships are: Evelyn Alexander, Tampa, Fla., physical education; Eva R. Baker, Ridgeland, S. C. mathematics; Grady S. Canada, Dadeville, Ala.; mechanical engineering; Sarah E. Clay, Tampa, Fla., nursing; Craig M. Dexter, "Mobile, Ala., chemistry; Mary L. Dozier, Childersburg, Ala., nursing; Robert E. Jones, Houston, Tex., chemistry; Roosevelt Lewis, Mobile, Ala., chemistry; Ed Massey, Dolomite, Ala., mechanical engineering; Evelyn Montgomery, Chattanooga, Tenn., biology; and Sara A. Samuels, Anniston, Ala., secondary education. Use It Or Lose It By REV. LOUISE LYNOM The theme expresses a definite statement, they all may be . The question is asked how can we be a one. We can be as one very easily in Jesus Christ Our unity is in Christ, our Lord. The fold is one yet there is a diversity of sheep. The green pas ture which nourishes these sheep is the word of God. In reading a story, read of a young lady passing a YMCA building. In passing she saw the inscription of John 17:21. That they all may be one." The YMCA seeks to give meaning to universal brotherhood in Jesus Christ. Christian brotherhood transcends all barriers. It does not know groups, races, levels of society, nationalities, or denominations. Let us all as Christians come together as one in Jesus Christ. PRAYER: Our Father, through the divine love of Thy spirit, we pray for the reality of Christ's love in our hearts. Show us the beauty and sweetness, of his love through Jesus Christ, Amen. THEY ALL MAY BE ONE By REV. LOUISE LYNOM The theme expresses a definite statement, they all may be . The question is asked how can we be a one. We can be as one very easily in Jesus Christ Our unity is in Christ, our Lord. The fold is one yet there is a diversity of sheep. The green pas ture which nourishes these sheep is the word of God. In reading a story, read of a young lady passing a YMCA building. In passing she saw the inscription of John 17:21. That they all may be one." The YMCA seeks to give meaning to universal brotherhood in Jesus Christ. Christian brotherhood transcends all barriers. It does not know groups, races, levels of society, nationalities, or denominations. Let us all as Christians come together as one in Jesus Christ. PRAYER: Our Father, through the divine love of Thy spirit, we pray for the reality of Christ's love in our hearts. Show us the beauty and sweetness, of his love through Jesus Christ, Amen. Guitarist To Open KC Lyceum Series KNOXVILLE, Tenn. Alirio Diaz, Classic Guitarist, will open Knoxville Collage's Lyceum Series November 11, at MacMillan Chapel, 8:15 P. M. His North American debut was in 1959 under the patronage of the Ministry of Education of Venezuela. His program will include South American, Spanish and Classic composers. Each year Knoxville College, through its Lyceum Committee, presents outstanding artists in a series of programs as a non-profit making culutral venture. The 1960-61 Series consists of instrumental and vocal music, drama and a spectacle on strings. The series will also include Llord's Puppets, a unique concert marionette theatre, February 17; The Cleveland Play House, doing "Doctor Faustis," April 8; and Georgia Oavis, contralto, May 5. Season tickets are now on sale for .00. Call Knoxville College 69588 for information. Bi-Racial Group Holds First Meeting Fort Lauderdale's bi-racial group met Monday night and mapped plans study libraries and court room procedures. It is Broward County's initial city sponsored biracial committee. The group will meet monthly. Sub-groups have been set up to report on court and libraries procedures. GO L&N For family travel and individual round trips PHONE: JA 6-4101 LOUISVILLE & NASHVILLE L&N RAILROAD TENNESSEE STATE LIBRARY AND ARCHIVE State Library Division