Memphis World
Memphis World Publishing Co.
1956-08-04
Raymond F. Tisby

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The Eighty-Fourth Is Dead — Long Live
The Eighty-Fifth
The Congresses of recent history would involve many phases
of political and civic changes that have inured to our social
relations. These tributaries entering into the great stream making
for the fatherhood of God and the brotherhood of man, are the
direct reactions of those forward minded ones who realize that
the country of itself must be first in a pattern of peace and world
relations of goodwill.
Taking off at the instance of an epochal message from President 
Eisenhower, breathing those essential "musts" by which the
nation would march into the realization of its powerful possibilities, 
the address caught up the spirit of forward thinkers of both
parties to bring into enactment many civic reforms.
On the frontier of peace, that agile person and world character, 
John Foster Dulles, one of the arms of the President must be
credited with the peace side of the ledger. Through his good
offices and courageous leadership the Congress lost much of the
partisan spirit which appertains in those strategic places where
political thrift is in the offing. He was able to enlist at the outset, 
such a personage of the statesman calibre, Senator Walter F.
George, who, with his rich storehouse of knowledge of finance
and foreign affairs, forgot party lines and partisan politics to
give his best for the good of the country in its most critical stage
of a cold war.
Early in the stages of the Congress, the President emphasized
again and again, those Civil Rights essentials by which the country 
was to keep its place at the head of progressive nations. The
Congress addressed itself to that portion of the President's message 
dealing with the right to vote, the security of citizens and
the bringing of justice nearer the underprivileged by enlarging the
powers of the Judicial Department in the set up of an agency
to deal in conjunction with that Department. This in the main
would afford citizens the rights to go directly into federal court
without having to forego the stays and technical evasions involved 
in state courts.
The closing days of the Congress saw the President's Civil
Rights bill have on inning. First passing the House, it met another
fate on its way through the Senate and finally to the country and
the people it sought to serve.
Its drag along the corridors of legislation though was not
without that rich opportunity of a high exposure of those who
would in an hour of peril, play politics with one of the nation's
basic essentials. The antics of those who gave a full play in the
role of its defeat, in order to charge the whole affair a political
gesture on the part of its sincere sponsors, will not be forgotten
when the ballots are being made up for this November. While the
bill in the end was defeated, it nevertheless was far from being
a lost cause. The sincerity of its sponsors will be brightened as the
campaign progresses, and their faith will be rewarded by the
voters of this country who long and do pray for a lasting peace.
Comes next January there will be new faces on the scene,
these will come from the verdict of those who looked on at the
84th. There will be a renewed demand on the part of the people
for the enactment of that legislation which will enhance the
opportunities of the country in its struggle for a world peace
through a just civic and social reality at home; the 85th., therefore
will be a new breath from the people, and beyond a doubt will
address itself in a renewed emphasis on the home front means
for political, economic and social freedom for those who would
preach abroad for a world peace and finer relations.
So, the 84th., is dead — Long live the 85th.

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To the Editor
Everyone in America today is
concerned with what is happening
in the South. The racial unreast
has created a stirring problem and
has brought into focus some very
interesting developments.
The Imperial Council of the Ancient 
Egyptian Arabic Order Nobles
of the Mystic Shrin while not a
political organization, and with no
desire whatsoever to become ambroiled 
in the sectional battles,
has determined that there are
areas in which it could play an important 
role to secure our racial
progress. We think we made an important 
contribution when we set
out to make our funds available
to Negro banks, mainly in the embattled 
South. The first phase of
that program began last June 1
with our slogan "FAITH IN NEGRO 
ENTERPRISE" day being
stressed by Shriners and Daughters
of Isis across the nation.
To get the story across of what
both these organizations believed,
we called on the newspapers. You
did a FINE job, and our slogan
gathered another meaning. Editorally 
and otherwise, newspaper
throughout the nations responded
to our FINE day efforts.
The press, particularly your
newspaper, aided nobly. You did
a herculean job. We have been
overwhelmed from the national
response to our idea of a FINE
Day. We cannot praise too highly
the remarkable contribution your
paper played in the effort. We can,
however, say loudly, THANKS, and
let you know that you can depend
upon us to ever sing the praises of
the Negro newspapers for the aid
given in our accomplishment of
a worth while protect.
With best wishes,
Booker T. Alexander
Imperial Potentate.

SHRINE LEADER EXPRESSES
THANKS
To the Editor
Everyone in America today is
concerned with what is happening
in the South. The racial unreast
has created a stirring problem and
has brought into focus some very
interesting developments.
The Imperial Council of the Ancient 
Egyptian Arabic Order Nobles
of the Mystic Shrin while not a
political organization, and with no
desire whatsoever to become ambroiled 
in the sectional battles,
has determined that there are
areas in which it could play an important 
role to secure our racial
progress. We think we made an important 
contribution when we set
out to make our funds available
to Negro banks, mainly in the embattled 
South. The first phase of
that program began last June 1
with our slogan "FAITH IN NEGRO 
ENTERPRISE" day being
stressed by Shriners and Daughters
of Isis across the nation.
To get the story across of what
both these organizations believed,
we called on the newspapers. You
did a FINE job, and our slogan
gathered another meaning. Editorally 
and otherwise, newspaper
throughout the nations responded
to our FINE day efforts.
The press, particularly your
newspaper, aided nobly. You did
a herculean job. We have been
overwhelmed from the national
response to our idea of a FINE
Day. We cannot praise too highly
the remarkable contribution your
paper played in the effort. We can,
however, say loudly, THANKS, and
let you know that you can depend
upon us to ever sing the praises of
the Negro newspapers for the aid
given in our accomplishment of
a worth while protect.
With best wishes,
Booker T. Alexander
Imperial Potentate.

Dr. M. L. King

articles since he catapulted to
world fame through his leadership
in one of the most significant struggles 
of our times, this one is perhaps 
the fullest and best written'
that has appeared in first-class
print on the young leader. It appraises 
the movement which Dr.
King leads, traces its history and
interprets it in its world and local
significance. It also gives an intimate 
biographical sketch of the
youthful admirer of Mathatma
Ghandi, who has made love a weapon 
for the deliverance of an oppressed 
people. This article commends 
itself to the reading of
everyone.
The father of Young Dr. King,
Dr. M. L. King, Sr. also a Morehouse 
alumnus and trustee, is pastor 
of Atlanta's Ebenezer Baptist
Church.

24 Negro

burg county, South Carolina were
asked, as a condition of employment
this fall, to sign affidavits which
included the following questions:
"Do you favor integration of races 
in schools? Are you satisfied with
your work and the schools as they
are now maintained? Do you feel
that you would be happy in an integrated 
school system, knowing
that parents and students alike do
not favor this system?

Negro Teachers Must

much talk about moderation on
the part of President Eisenhower,
Adlai Stevenson, and others, although 
moderation is part of the
directive of the Supreme Court.
Dr. Mays refused to hazard a
guess as to how long segregation
would last in the deep South. "Desegregation 
is being delayed not
only because of organized resistance, 
but became some Negroes, more
than we want to admit, want it delayed 
for economic reasons." Citing
the integration of the armed forces,
Dr. Mays said that integration
could take place as soon as the
people at the top make up their
minds, but that, as in the case of
the ballot and transportation, the
nitiative must come from the Negro 
himself.
Congress to prevent civil rights
legislation were the measures
amed by Dr. Mays.
"A part of this program is to
mear the Negro," he said. "By emphasizing 
the homicide rate, common-law 
marriages, incidence of
general disease, and illiteracy, all
played up to point up the fact that
we are not ready for an integrated
society without admitting that segregation 
is responsible in part for
the situation."
successful, Dr. Mays said, Any
rosegregationist can get his views
heard, the North is being silenced
as a result of a guilt complex arising 
from emphasis on race riots and
inequalities in the North, the
NAACP is being harassed. Negroes
are becoming afraid, and there is

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Challenge For Dr. Mays
&copyright; 1955, by Elizabeth Seifert, Reprinted by permission of the publisher, 
Dodd, Mead & Co., Inc. Distributed by King Features Syndicate.
Priscilla Paige, who looks like
Laurer Jacall, is in Apalachicola.
Florida to claim an unexpected bequest 
from a great-aunt. Her realistic
writer-friend Rita is with her. Enroute 
to see Attorney Todd a fisherman 
searches the car while they are
in a restaurant and a distinguishedlooking 
man observes all three of
them with puzzling interest. Todd
seems relieved when the girls agree
to his keeping the key to Priscilla's
newly bequeathed Lookout House but
he suggests a tour of it for the next
morning Now, the distinguishedlooking 
stranger is showing interest
in the girls again.
"DON'T SUPPOSE you know
who the two girls are?" the
distinguished-looking man asked
the restaurant cashier.
"Tourists, I reckon, just stopping 
for lunch. Interested?"
"Curious," the man said. "I just
wondered about them. Not sisters,
too different looking." His eyes
moved over the people in the restaurant. 
"The older one looked
Spanish, don't you think?"
The girl said, "Mr. Duval,
you're always asking about people. 
Every time you come in here,
you act like you're looking for
someone. Are you?"
Bill Duval smiled. "There's not
much to do around here. You get
to wondering about people."
"Why don't you get on with
writing that book?"
"Have to absorb atmosphere,
you know. So many books have
been written about Apalachicola,
I want to do mine a little differently." 

The girl took change from another 
customer, then turned back
to Bill Duval. "No kiddin', Mr.
Duval. Are you really writing a
book? You're always riding
around in that red car—and you
fish so much. Thought maybe
you were having a vacation and
were joking about the book." She
took care of another customer,
then turned back to him. "No use
looking out that door hoping to
see that girl in the red pants.
They're probably down about
Carrabelle by now."
Bill was smiling. "You're mistaken 
there. At least, their green
Dodge is parked in front of the
Gibson Hotel. I think I'll go down
that way."
When Bill Duval reached the
hotel the green car was not there.
He went inside and took a stool
at the little bar that was screened
off from the lobby. He asked for
time-rickey, then said noncha
lantly 
to the man behind the bar.
"Thought I saw more guests
coming in. From Connecticut,
weren't they?"
"Connecticut?" The man went
over and looked at the register.
"Nope. Nobody from Connecticut
registered. Maybe you mean
those two girls who came in
awhile ago. But they're from
New York."
"Oh. New York?"
"Yeah." The man looked at the
register again. "Heard the older
one call the other girl Priscilla.
Here it is, Priscilla Paige. The
other . . . Hmm. It's a queer
name and I don't know how to
pronounce it. Z-e-r-i-t-a Lambert." 

"Zerita." Bill Duval turned the
glass in his hands absently.
"Sounds Spanish, wouldn't you
say?"
"Sort of," the man agreed.
"That other girl didn't call her
that, though. I remember she
was saying Rita."
"That's short for Zerita. Do
they plan to be here for awhile?"
"The older one said they might
want the room for one night,
maybe longer, that she'd let me
know tomorrow. Guess they're
travelers, restin' up. It's a long
way from New York."
"I didn't see their car outside."
"They sent the car across the
street to the service station to be
washed and serviced. They asked
me where they could get a nice
steak, and I told them to go over
to Maud's. They're dressing now,
I guess."
"I see." Bill finished his drink
and slapped some change on the
counter.
He went out on the long porch
that surrounded the hotel on two
sides and sat down in a rocking
chair, wondering if he would have
to wait long before the girls
came down. In view of what the
man had said, they would probably 
go to Maud's for dinner. If
they were from New York, why
did the car they were driving
have a Connecticut tag? And if
they were from Connecticut, why
had they registered from New
York? When Red Gallagher had
hung around their car, as though
interested, that girl with the odd
name, Zerita, had come out and
picked up a notebook from the
front seat. He hadn't noticed it
lying there. Could Gallagher have
put it there? He opened a small

notebook and made a notation
just as the two girls came out
Immediately he picked, up a
magazine and began idly turning
the pages, apparently absorbed,
but alert to their conversation.
"Rita, let's go over and see it
the car's ready." Priscilla looked
up and down the street "It's a
strange-looking little town, isn't
it? Foreign looking. Doesn't the
sun look pretty shining through
those palm fronds? It's almost
down, and I'm getting hungry
again. How about that steak?"
"He said to go across the long
bridge over there and that just
on the other side we'd find Maud's
Tavern."
"I'm sure we won't have to
wait long," Priscilla said, as they
went down the steps and across
the street to the service station.
Bill Duval wrote in his little
book—They don't know the town,
that's apparent. One of them said
they wouldn't have long to wait.
Were they talking about the car
or something else? He turned
back a page and read what he
had last written there—Alvarez
was talking to that shrimp fisherman 
soon after the man looked
the green Dodge over. And he's
driven by here twice. I'll watch
and see if they make contact.
The car was ready. Priscilla
and Rita turned across the long
bridge, the water on either side
flame colored from the setting
sun. The air had turned cool with
approaching night.
"After all, it's November," Rita
said. "We should have known it
would get cooler after dark. Next
time we'll know to bring a coat.
It's really gorgeous, isn't it?" Her
eyes scanned the pink and gold
water. The sun was a red disc
above the horizon, shooting up
spears of flame.
"It's beautiful!" Priscilla said.
"Did you ever see such a sunset?
I'm enjoying this so much, Rita.
Of course I'm tired, but it's a
pleasant tiredness . . . Rita, did
you notice that man there on the
porch at the hotel? The redBuick 
man, I mean. He didn't
even see us this time."
"I think he did. His indifference
was a little too deliberate. Almost
any man would have given us the
courtesy of an appraising glance.
That man doesn't belong around
here, I'm sure of that ... We're
almost across the bridge. Look
for Maud's Tavern."


SYNOPSIS
&copyright; 1955, by Elizabeth Seifert, Reprinted by permission of the publisher, 
Dodd, Mead & Co., Inc. Distributed by King Features Syndicate.
Priscilla Paige, who looks like
Laurer Jacall, is in Apalachicola.
Florida to claim an unexpected bequest 
from a great-aunt. Her realistic
writer-friend Rita is with her. Enroute 
to see Attorney Todd a fisherman 
searches the car while they are
in a restaurant and a distinguishedlooking 
man observes all three of
them with puzzling interest. Todd
seems relieved when the girls agree
to his keeping the key to Priscilla's
newly bequeathed Lookout House but
he suggests a tour of it for the next
morning Now, the distinguishedlooking 
stranger is showing interest
in the girls again.
"DON'T SUPPOSE you know
who the two girls are?" the
distinguished-looking man asked
the restaurant cashier.
"Tourists, I reckon, just stopping 
for lunch. Interested?"
"Curious," the man said. "I just
wondered about them. Not sisters,
too different looking." His eyes
moved over the people in the restaurant. 
"The older one looked
Spanish, don't you think?"
The girl said, "Mr. Duval,
you're always asking about people. 
Every time you come in here,
you act like you're looking for
someone. Are you?"
Bill Duval smiled. "There's not
much to do around here. You get
to wondering about people."
"Why don't you get on with
writing that book?"
"Have to absorb atmosphere,
you know. So many books have
been written about Apalachicola,
I want to do mine a little differently." 

The girl took change from another 
customer, then turned back
to Bill Duval. "No kiddin', Mr.
Duval. Are you really writing a
book? You're always riding
around in that red car—and you
fish so much. Thought maybe
you were having a vacation and
were joking about the book." She
took care of another customer,
then turned back to him. "No use
looking out that door hoping to
see that girl in the red pants.
They're probably down about
Carrabelle by now."
Bill was smiling. "You're mistaken 
there. At least, their green
Dodge is parked in front of the
Gibson Hotel. I think I'll go down
that way."
When Bill Duval reached the
hotel the green car was not there.
He went inside and took a stool
at the little bar that was screened
off from the lobby. He asked for
time-rickey, then said noncha
lantly 
to the man behind the bar.
"Thought I saw more guests
coming in. From Connecticut,
weren't they?"
"Connecticut?" The man went
over and looked at the register.
"Nope. Nobody from Connecticut
registered. Maybe you mean
those two girls who came in
awhile ago. But they're from
New York."
"Oh. New York?"
"Yeah." The man looked at the
register again. "Heard the older
one call the other girl Priscilla.
Here it is, Priscilla Paige. The
other . . . Hmm. It's a queer
name and I don't know how to
pronounce it. Z-e-r-i-t-a Lambert." 

"Zerita." Bill Duval turned the
glass in his hands absently.
"Sounds Spanish, wouldn't you
say?"
"Sort of," the man agreed.
"That other girl didn't call her
that, though. I remember she
was saying Rita."
"That's short for Zerita. Do
they plan to be here for awhile?"
"The older one said they might
want the room for one night,
maybe longer, that she'd let me
know tomorrow. Guess they're
travelers, restin' up. It's a long
way from New York."
"I didn't see their car outside."
"They sent the car across the
street to the service station to be
washed and serviced. They asked
me where they could get a nice
steak, and I told them to go over
to Maud's. They're dressing now,
I guess."
"I see." Bill finished his drink
and slapped some change on the
counter.
He went out on the long porch
that surrounded the hotel on two
sides and sat down in a rocking
chair, wondering if he would have
to wait long before the girls
came down. In view of what the
man had said, they would probably 
go to Maud's for dinner. If
they were from New York, why
did the car they were driving
have a Connecticut tag? And if
they were from Connecticut, why
had they registered from New
York? When Red Gallagher had
hung around their car, as though
interested, that girl with the odd
name, Zerita, had come out and
picked up a notebook from the
front seat. He hadn't noticed it
lying there. Could Gallagher have
put it there? He opened a small

notebook and made a notation
just as the two girls came out
Immediately he picked, up a
magazine and began idly turning
the pages, apparently absorbed,
but alert to their conversation.
"Rita, let's go over and see it
the car's ready." Priscilla looked
up and down the street "It's a
strange-looking little town, isn't
it? Foreign looking. Doesn't the
sun look pretty shining through
those palm fronds? It's almost
down, and I'm getting hungry
again. How about that steak?"
"He said to go across the long
bridge over there and that just
on the other side we'd find Maud's
Tavern."
"I'm sure we won't have to
wait long," Priscilla said, as they
went down the steps and across
the street to the service station.
Bill Duval wrote in his little
book—They don't know the town,
that's apparent. One of them said
they wouldn't have long to wait.
Were they talking about the car
or something else? He turned
back a page and read what he
had last written there—Alvarez
was talking to that shrimp fisherman 
soon after the man looked
the green Dodge over. And he's
driven by here twice. I'll watch
and see if they make contact.
The car was ready. Priscilla
and Rita turned across the long
bridge, the water on either side
flame colored from the setting
sun. The air had turned cool with
approaching night.
"After all, it's November," Rita
said. "We should have known it
would get cooler after dark. Next
time we'll know to bring a coat.
It's really gorgeous, isn't it?" Her
eyes scanned the pink and gold
water. The sun was a red disc
above the horizon, shooting up
spears of flame.
"It's beautiful!" Priscilla said.
"Did you ever see such a sunset?
I'm enjoying this so much, Rita.
Of course I'm tired, but it's a
pleasant tiredness . . . Rita, did
you notice that man there on the
porch at the hotel? The redBuick 
man, I mean. He didn't
even see us this time."
"I think he did. His indifference
was a little too deliberate. Almost
any man would have given us the
courtesy of an appraising glance.
That man doesn't belong around
here, I'm sure of that ... We're
almost across the bridge. Look
for Maud's Tavern."


CHAPTER 5
&copyright; 1955, by Elizabeth Seifert, Reprinted by permission of the publisher, 
Dodd, Mead & Co., Inc. Distributed by King Features Syndicate.
Priscilla Paige, who looks like
Laurer Jacall, is in Apalachicola.
Florida to claim an unexpected bequest 
from a great-aunt. Her realistic
writer-friend Rita is with her. Enroute 
to see Attorney Todd a fisherman 
searches the car while they are
in a restaurant and a distinguishedlooking 
man observes all three of
them with puzzling interest. Todd
seems relieved when the girls agree
to his keeping the key to Priscilla's
newly bequeathed Lookout House but
he suggests a tour of it for the next
morning Now, the distinguishedlooking 
stranger is showing interest
in the girls again.
"DON'T SUPPOSE you know
who the two girls are?" the
distinguished-looking man asked
the restaurant cashier.
"Tourists, I reckon, just stopping 
for lunch. Interested?"
"Curious," the man said. "I just
wondered about them. Not sisters,
too different looking." His eyes
moved over the people in the restaurant. 
"The older one looked
Spanish, don't you think?"
The girl said, "Mr. Duval,
you're always asking about people. 
Every time you come in here,
you act like you're looking for
someone. Are you?"
Bill Duval smiled. "There's not
much to do around here. You get
to wondering about people."
"Why don't you get on with
writing that book?"
"Have to absorb atmosphere,
you know. So many books have
been written about Apalachicola,
I want to do mine a little differently." 

The girl took change from another 
customer, then turned back
to Bill Duval. "No kiddin', Mr.
Duval. Are you really writing a
book? You're always riding
around in that red car—and you
fish so much. Thought maybe
you were having a vacation and
were joking about the book." She
took care of another customer,
then turned back to him. "No use
looking out that door hoping to
see that girl in the red pants.
They're probably down about
Carrabelle by now."
Bill was smiling. "You're mistaken 
there. At least, their green
Dodge is parked in front of the
Gibson Hotel. I think I'll go down
that way."
When Bill Duval reached the
hotel the green car was not there.
He went inside and took a stool
at the little bar that was screened
off from the lobby. He asked for
time-rickey, then said noncha
lantly 
to the man behind the bar.
"Thought I saw more guests
coming in. From Connecticut,
weren't they?"
"Connecticut?" The man went
over and looked at the register.
"Nope. Nobody from Connecticut
registered. Maybe you mean
those two girls who came in
awhile ago. But they're from
New York."
"Oh. New York?"
"Yeah." The man looked at the
register again. "Heard the older
one call the other girl Priscilla.
Here it is, Priscilla Paige. The
other . . . Hmm. It's a queer
name and I don't know how to
pronounce it. Z-e-r-i-t-a Lambert." 

"Zerita." Bill Duval turned the
glass in his hands absently.
"Sounds Spanish, wouldn't you
say?"
"Sort of," the man agreed.
"That other girl didn't call her
that, though. I remember she
was saying Rita."
"That's short for Zerita. Do
they plan to be here for awhile?"
"The older one said they might
want the room for one night,
maybe longer, that she'd let me
know tomorrow. Guess they're
travelers, restin' up. It's a long
way from New York."
"I didn't see their car outside."
"They sent the car across the
street to the service station to be
washed and serviced. They asked
me where they could get a nice
steak, and I told them to go over
to Maud's. They're dressing now,
I guess."
"I see." Bill finished his drink
and slapped some change on the
counter.
He went out on the long porch
that surrounded the hotel on two
sides and sat down in a rocking
chair, wondering if he would have
to wait long before the girls
came down. In view of what the
man had said, they would probably 
go to Maud's for dinner. If
they were from New York, why
did the car they were driving
have a Connecticut tag? And if
they were from Connecticut, why
had they registered from New
York? When Red Gallagher had
hung around their car, as though
interested, that girl with the odd
name, Zerita, had come out and
picked up a notebook from the
front seat. He hadn't noticed it
lying there. Could Gallagher have
put it there? He opened a small

notebook and made a notation
just as the two girls came out
Immediately he picked, up a
magazine and began idly turning
the pages, apparently absorbed,
but alert to their conversation.
"Rita, let's go over and see it
the car's ready." Priscilla looked
up and down the street "It's a
strange-looking little town, isn't
it? Foreign looking. Doesn't the
sun look pretty shining through
those palm fronds? It's almost
down, and I'm getting hungry
again. How about that steak?"
"He said to go across the long
bridge over there and that just
on the other side we'd find Maud's
Tavern."
"I'm sure we won't have to
wait long," Priscilla said, as they
went down the steps and across
the street to the service station.
Bill Duval wrote in his little
book—They don't know the town,
that's apparent. One of them said
they wouldn't have long to wait.
Were they talking about the car
or something else? He turned
back a page and read what he
had last written there—Alvarez
was talking to that shrimp fisherman 
soon after the man looked
the green Dodge over. And he's
driven by here twice. I'll watch
and see if they make contact.
The car was ready. Priscilla
and Rita turned across the long
bridge, the water on either side
flame colored from the setting
sun. The air had turned cool with
approaching night.
"After all, it's November," Rita
said. "We should have known it
would get cooler after dark. Next
time we'll know to bring a coat.
It's really gorgeous, isn't it?" Her
eyes scanned the pink and gold
water. The sun was a red disc
above the horizon, shooting up
spears of flame.
"It's beautiful!" Priscilla said.
"Did you ever see such a sunset?
I'm enjoying this so much, Rita.
Of course I'm tired, but it's a
pleasant tiredness . . . Rita, did
you notice that man there on the
porch at the hotel? The redBuick 
man, I mean. He didn't
even see us this time."
"I think he did. His indifference
was a little too deliberate. Almost
any man would have given us the
courtesy of an appraising glance.
That man doesn't belong around
here, I'm sure of that ... We're
almost across the bridge. Look
for Maud's Tavern."


MEALTIME MELODIES
By LEODA GAMMON
There are cheese, mild and delicate 
in flavor or sharp and pungent 
that you can serve for dessert. 

Fruit and cheese is a favorite
combination with many people.
Mildly - flavored 
Provolone
Cheest, combines
well with wedges
of juicy pears. It
is smoked to a
mellow smooth
cheese, light in
color and with a
delicate flavor.
For those who
prefer a slightly 
more flavorful
cheese, there is
brick cheese.
Brick is one of the few cheeses of
America origin. It has a mild,
somewhat sweet flavor and is a
little pungent. Brick is softer than
cheddar cheese, but slices well
without crumbling. Grapes are served 
frequently with this cheese.
If you like to mix and blend

cheese flavors and herbs, you'll
enjoy this combination – Herb
Cheese Spread. Serve it right from
the crock with crisp crackers and
tart fruit jelly.
1 1-4 cup Blue Cheese, mashed
with a fork
1 cup Cottage Cheese, finely
seived
1 cup grated Gouda Cheese
1 cup Sour cream
2 tablespoons minced chives
1-4 teaspoon tarragon
6 tablespoons dry sherry
Mix all ingredients together in
a bowl, until smooth and creamy.
Then pour into a crock or earthen
pot. Cover tightly and store in
refrigerator for 4. to 5 days before 
serving.
Makes about 2 cups.
Apple Pie and cheese are a new
taste treat when Leiderkranz
Cheese is served on the pie. Just
place a piece of cheese on a wedge
of hot apple pie and let it melt.
This tantalizing dessert combination 
is reserved for those who enjoy 
a soft cvheese, with a pungent
flavor and aroma.

CHEESE FOR DESSERT
By LEODA GAMMON
There are cheese, mild and delicate 
in flavor or sharp and pungent 
that you can serve for dessert. 

Fruit and cheese is a favorite
combination with many people.
Mildly - flavored 
Provolone
Cheest, combines
well with wedges
of juicy pears. It
is smoked to a
mellow smooth
cheese, light in
color and with a
delicate flavor.
For those who
prefer a slightly 
more flavorful
cheese, there is
brick cheese.
Brick is one of the few cheeses of
America origin. It has a mild,
somewhat sweet flavor and is a
little pungent. Brick is softer than
cheddar cheese, but slices well
without crumbling. Grapes are served 
frequently with this cheese.
If you like to mix and blend

cheese flavors and herbs, you'll
enjoy this combination – Herb
Cheese Spread. Serve it right from
the crock with crisp crackers and
tart fruit jelly.
1 1-4 cup Blue Cheese, mashed
with a fork
1 cup Cottage Cheese, finely
seived
1 cup grated Gouda Cheese
1 cup Sour cream
2 tablespoons minced chives
1-4 teaspoon tarragon
6 tablespoons dry sherry
Mix all ingredients together in
a bowl, until smooth and creamy.
Then pour into a crock or earthen
pot. Cover tightly and store in
refrigerator for 4. to 5 days before 
serving.
Makes about 2 cups.
Apple Pie and cheese are a new
taste treat when Leiderkranz
Cheese is served on the pie. Just
place a piece of cheese on a wedge
of hot apple pie and let it melt.
This tantalizing dessert combination 
is reserved for those who enjoy 
a soft cvheese, with a pungent
flavor and aroma.

HERB CHEESE SPREAD
By LEODA GAMMON
There are cheese, mild and delicate 
in flavor or sharp and pungent 
that you can serve for dessert. 

Fruit and cheese is a favorite
combination with many people.
Mildly - flavored 
Provolone
Cheest, combines
well with wedges
of juicy pears. It
is smoked to a
mellow smooth
cheese, light in
color and with a
delicate flavor.
For those who
prefer a slightly 
more flavorful
cheese, there is
brick cheese.
Brick is one of the few cheeses of
America origin. It has a mild,
somewhat sweet flavor and is a
little pungent. Brick is softer than
cheddar cheese, but slices well
without crumbling. Grapes are served 
frequently with this cheese.
If you like to mix and blend

cheese flavors and herbs, you'll
enjoy this combination – Herb
Cheese Spread. Serve it right from
the crock with crisp crackers and
tart fruit jelly.
1 1-4 cup Blue Cheese, mashed
with a fork
1 cup Cottage Cheese, finely
seived
1 cup grated Gouda Cheese
1 cup Sour cream
2 tablespoons minced chives
1-4 teaspoon tarragon
6 tablespoons dry sherry
Mix all ingredients together in
a bowl, until smooth and creamy.
Then pour into a crock or earthen
pot. Cover tightly and store in
refrigerator for 4. to 5 days before 
serving.
Makes about 2 cups.
Apple Pie and cheese are a new
taste treat when Leiderkranz
Cheese is served on the pie. Just
place a piece of cheese on a wedge
of hot apple pie and let it melt.
This tantalizing dessert combination 
is reserved for those who enjoy 
a soft cvheese, with a pungent
flavor and aroma.

The Church Qualifications
By Rev. E. C. Tippett
"If this definition of the term
"Church" is correct, it is manifest
that membership is preceded by
important qualifications. These
qualifications may be considered as
moral ceremonial. All moral qualifications 
are embraced in regeneration 
with its attendants repentance 
and faith. Already discussed,
it is obvious that the purpose of
church organization 
can be carried 
into effect
by regenerated
persons alone.
Those who become 
members of
a church must
first have exercised 
repentance
toward God and
faith toward our
Lord Jesus Christ.
They are called to be Saints and
must walk worthy of their vocation
wherewith they are called.
Baptism is the ceremonial qualification 
for church membership.
There can according to the scripture 
be no visible church without
"baptism" and observance of this
ordinance is the believers' first
public act of obedience to Christ.
Regeneration repentance and faith
are private matters between God
and the soul. They involve internal
piety, but of this piety, there must

be an external manification which
is made in Baptism.
The penitent, regenerated believer 
is baptized into the name of the
"Father and of the Son and of the
Holy Spirit." Every true believer
can and will witness the fact that
there is a visible symbolic expression 
of a new relationship to the
three persons of the Godhead and
relationship entered into in repentance, 
faith and regeneration as
baptism will be the topic of a distinct 
chapter. It is briefly referred
to here.

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Brothers Drown
In Small Pond
Two
young brothers were pronounced
dead by a physician last Sunday
after they drowned while swimming
in a small pond just south of here.
The bodies of James Edward Van
Buren, 10, and Willie B. Van Buren,
7, were recovered by members of
the Canton Fire Department within
a few minutes after they were called 
to the scene of the tragedy.
The mishap was discovered when
a third brother, not identified,
brought the boys' clothes home and
was asked by the mother where
they were.
"Oh, they are in the pond", the
youngster replied.

British Fear
Propaganda
From Egypt
British 
officials serving in the government 
of Northern Nigeria are concerned 
over the penetration of the
region by Egyptian propaganda.
Anxiety also is felt over the organization 
of a breakaway group
of the Northern Emirs (Arab chieftains), 
who wish to detach the 17
million Moslems from the British
Federation of Nigeria and associate
with the Sudan and Egypt.
This is known to be a part of the
dream of Premier Nasser of Egypt,
of an association of Arab states
stretching from the Persian Gulf
down each coast of Africa. Such an
alignment would go as far as Nigeria 
in the West and Zanzibar in
the east.
Despite a denial that the Northern 
People's Party, the Government
party, is trying to join the Arab
bloc, disturbing reports have been
made to the British Colonial Office 
in London from Lagos on the
changing attitude of Northern
Emirs. In 1953 they and other Northern 
leaders resisted the idea of early
regional self-government.

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Judge To Decide
On Desegregation
In Arlington
Judge Albert V. Bryan in Federal
District Court here Monday said
he expects to decide "within the
next day or two" whether the Arlington 
County School Board must
begin desegregating its schools this
fall.
After listening to five hours of
argument on a motion to dismiss,
Judge Bryan indicated that a formal 
trial may not be necessary. If
the motion to dismiss is denied, a
decree may be entered for the parents 
and their school-age children
who sued to compel the Arlington
County School Board to comply
with the Supreme Court decision
outlawing racial segregation in public 
schools.
The suit was brought on behalf
of these parents and children,
white and colored, by the NAACP.
Attorney General J. Lindsay Almond, 
Jr., representing the State
of Virginia, argued that the State
"must eliminate the factor of race
intermixture and amalgamation by
resort to some other and different
system within the framework of
law."
He asked for dismissal of the
suit as "premature" on the ground
that the persons bringing it had
not first sought relief through state
administrative procedures.
Oliver W. Hill of Richmond, an
NAACP attorney, replied that to
have done so would have been a
"vain thing" since "it is a matter
of common knowledge that all authorities 
of Virginia will use all
lawful means possible to prevent
any desegregation."
Mr. Hill vigorously attacked
various moves made by the State
in an effort to maintain segregated 
schools. It is true, he said, the
Virginia General Assembly will
meet Aug. 27, "but it's certainly
evident that the Governor is not

going to ask them to do anyg
to ease segregation."
In calling the special session,
Gov. Thomas B. Stanley said he
would ask the General Asembly
to authorize the withholding of
public funds from any desegregated 
school district in Virginia.
Exhausting state administrative
remedies, as suggested by Almond,
Hill said, would simply be a timeconsumin 
gand vain attempt by
the plaintiffs "to get what the
(Supreme) Court has already said
they are entitled to."

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Burn Crosses
On College
Campus
Two
crosses, one burned on the Davidson 
College campus and the other
set afair in the pard of a private
home here, were reported last week
by Davidson County polic.
Three Negroes one attending a
summer institute at the College,
where a makeshift cross was burned 
on the campus in front of Duke
dormitory, the dorm houses 22 students 
participating in an international 
relations seminar.
The four-week session they are
attending is sponsored by the American 
Friends Service Committee.
The other cross was burned during 
the night in the yard of a
Davidson Negro home and was not
discovered until the following
morning.

G U N

Booker T. and Rosetta Miller, 934
Lenow, a boy Theodore.
Carnashal and Emmerean Jackson, 
2067 Hubert, a girl, Beverly
Lynn.
Obie and Rosie Cornelius, 2601
Carnes, a boy, Reginald.
James E. and Johnnie Weathers,
725 Mississippi, a girl.
Failes and Gladys Young, 950
McDowell, a girl, Gladys Ann.
Walter G. and Annette Vann, 2637
Pershing Rd., a girl, Audrey Marie.
George L. and Bertha Shepherd,
539 Harahan Rd., a boy, George,
Lee Jr.
Elmer A. and Lorine Stewart, 1879
Keltner, a girl, Everlena.
L. C. and Florence Phillips, 2724
Select, a boy, L. C. Jr.
Johnnie L. and Lois Dickerson,
648 Wellington, twins, Kevin and
Keith Alvin.
Alonzo R. and Louise Longstreet,
310 Dixie Rd., a girl, Vicki Lynn.
John H. and Maggie Freeman,
1003 Texas, a boy, Kenneth Bernard. 

Arthur D. and Odessa Wilkins
1442 Valse, a boy, Arthur Douglas.
Clarence E. and Inell Johnson, 710

Wilson Rd., a boy, Terry Lee.
William H. and Carlee Brown,
357 Decatur, a girl, Pamela Anita.
Autry and Mary Brantley, 23 N.
Orleans, boy.
Joseph and Lenora Hobbs, 601
Georgia, a boy, Cleotha.
Lee H. and Annie Mays, 1718 Rayner, 
a girl, Carmen Terea.
Sammie L. and Herrietta Travis,
785 Saxon a girl, Frankie Louise.
Douglas and Irene Aldridge, 2484
Winnona, a boy, Gary.
Thomas C. and Lucy Thompson,
1469 Minnie, a boy, Michael Ray.
Horace and Ruby Watkins, 763
Tanglewood, a boy, Leon.

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Charles N. Terrell (1), popular 
south Memphis civic and church leader, now employed as
the first and only Negro salesman with the Hammond Organ
Studio at 2184 Union, presents the sales contract for the purchase
of a new Hammond organ to the Rev. W. P. Scott (3rd), pastor
of the Tree of Life Baptist Church, 38 W. Colorado. Looking on are
E. D. Williams, D. S. Williams, J. Thomas and church organist
Mrs. Mary Hill. The church will observe annual Men's Day Sunday.
Churches interested in purchasing a Hammond organ are advised
to call Mr. Terrell at the studio, BR. 2-1691, or at his residence
(357 W. Fields), WH. 2-3621. The studio will give free instructions
to church organists.

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