Memphis World
Memphis World Publishing Co.
1956-08-15
Raymond F.Tisby

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Mr. Truman Brings The Crisis Closer
Mr. Truman at his late press conference Saturday did not
surprise the nation when he gave a nod to his old ally, W.
Averell Harriman for the nomination for the presidency of the
United States.
For Mr. Truman to have done otherwise would not have
been consistent with his former pattern of statesmanship. During
his administration, his utterances and leanings were in the direction 
of those of the man he now states will be the best man for
the presidency at this time.
Governor Harriman represents muchly the ideals of the
liberal wing of his party. He has always been on the side of
human justice and above all is typically and genuinely American
in principle and practice.
In the state house at Albany, he has stood shoulder to
shoulder to those illustrious men who went from that office to
the presidency before him. He belongs to the famous and wealthy
Harriman family of railroad thrift.
Mr. Harriman, more than any other prospect, would come
more nearly holding the northern Negro Democrats in line. Without 
this segment of support it would be unthinkable that the
Democrats could present even an interesting contest in this important 
and progressive age of Eisenhower.
It might also be interesting on the eve of this epochal convention 
that a Georgia born Negro is helping to spell out the
the platform upon which the candidate will run. He is Congressman 
William C. Dawson of Illinois. He was born in Albany,
Georgia just before the turn of the century.
The Democratic National Conversion convened Monday;
that convention will greatly personify the famous convention of a
decade ago which wrote among the important sentences embellishing 
history: "Twenty four for Underwood."
This is a particular crisis in the life of the Democratic Party.
It is of interest to the nation and the world because the country
at large, and including the deep South, will be brought face to
face with the question as to whether there can remain much
longer a loophole for any candidate to intimate that the people
retain a political option in voting at the poll for or against a legal
question already settled by the Supreme Court.

Looking At The Negro's Pocket Book
This is what Dr. George Gallop would do in a focus to indicate 
The Negro's politics. Says the well known pollster: "In short
the Negro still tends to base his politics on his pocketbook rather
than his race–and when the Negro thinks of his pocketbook, he
thinks Democratic."
It should not be expected that a public forum would take
issue with the statistics of a poll, which in all possibility was
scientifically arrived at, but its philosophy might throw it far out of
line if it would enter the field of unproven propaganda. The
Negro's pocketbook today is unprecedented in its bulge.
Business reports, as scientifically gotten as the Gallop polls
would show a startling conflict on the Negro's pocketbook in contrast 
to the Roosevelt regime, so sternly stressed by the poll takers
as still a controlling factor in the Negro's political religion.
The Negro remembers something of that Roosevelt prosperity
himself; he recalls that it had its rootings in long breadlines and
soup kitchens. He also recalls that when that much praised order
filled his stomach with regimented inflation, it finally receded
with a recurrance of the worst unemployment conditions ever
witnessed in the history of the world.
The mission of the poll might have had a sounder ring and
a more plausable appeal had it not referred to the Negro's pocketbook, 
when for the most during the celebrated administration in
which the poll would indicate that the Negro got a new political
religion, many of them had no pocketbooks. What they did have
were ration tickets, soup and rent script which aimed to keep
soul and body tickets in somewhat of a wet-nursing fashion.
But today the pocket book is not a sound issue because the
nation as a whole is experiencing an unprecedented prosperity.
Nearly everyone who wants to work and is qualified can find a
job. Of course, there is no doubt some people who are qualified
and willing to work but are temporarily unemployed.
So there seems to be a fallacy in this recent poll about the
Negro voter in relation to the two major political parties.

Resolving The Tallahassee Traffic Problem
The Tallahassee traffic situation, much resembling the flareup 
on the part of colored riders in Montgomery, Alabama, apparently 
is being resolved in an arbitration which might well be
stated as a move toward an amiable solution.
The Montgomery problem arose around the alleged mistreatment 
of a Miss Parks a seamstress who refused to move
out of her seat. The Tallahassee affair came out of a like treatment 
of two co-eds who boarded a bus near the college campus
for colored in that city.
In the Tallahassee affair the transit company according to
their own accounts was driven out of business.
The position of the Public Service Commission, bound by
Florida law made no contribution to the solution of such a grave
problem; rather the situation was intensified. The transit company
saw itself the lone loser in a tieup resulting from a sixty percent
loss of its riders and revenues, left carrying the bag and literally
on its own doorstep begging the riders to allow them to operate.
The buses began rolling a week ago in a compromise of the
seating and with two of the company's Negro maintenance employees 
upped as bus drivers.
It stems that this conformance at least beckoned the riders
back and for a time there appears to be somewhat of a peace
on the Tallahassee transit front.
The whole question might be amiably resolved and let it be
hoped that like situations in the making take a leaf from this
give and take pattern to the end of achieving the best solution
for all concerned.

WOMEN WANTED

C. J SPRANGLE
c-o 545 Bedford Street,
Johnstown, Penn.


WASHINGTON. D. C.—
The
President's Committee on Government 
Contracts announced the appointment 
of two new members of
its staff.
They are John Y. Yoshino, formerly 
of Chicago and Alameda,
California, to be liaison representative 
to state and local governments,
private organizations and industry,
and George O. Butler, Washington
D. C. to the Director of Education
of the Committee Staff. Both men
have assumed their duties.
The Committee, of which Vice
President Richard Nixon is Chairman 
and Secretary of Labor James
P. Mitchell is Vice Chairman, is
charged with the elimination of discrimination 
because of race, religion 
or national origin in work done
under Government contract.
Mr. Yoshino had been associated
with the American Friends Service
Committee in Chicago, as director
of its Job Opportunities Program,
from 1954 until his appointment to
the President's Committee staff.
Mr. Butler comes to his Committee 
duties from the U. S. Department 
of Labor, where he has served
as a labor Economist.
Before joining the American
Friends service Committee, Mr.
Yoshino had been engaged in social
welfare and public assistance work
for the governments of Cook County, 
Illinois, and the State of Illinois,
and in personnel work for private
industry. He received a Master's Degree 
in social and industrial relations 
at Loyola University of Chicago, 
after graduating from the
Roosevelt University of Chicago
with a Bachelor's Degree in labor
relations.
Prior to 1942, when all JapaneseAmericans 
were evacuated from the
West Coast areas, Mr. Yoshino had
been in business in Alameda, California. 
His parents, Mr. and Mrs.
Y. Yoshino, still live in Alameda.
Mr. John Yoshino served in the
United States Army from 1943 until
late 1945.
Mr. Butler, a native of Washington, 
D. C. is President of the Dis
trict 
of Columbia Federation of
Civic Associations; Vice President
of the District of Columbia Industrial 
Unions Council; a Member of
the Board of the Washington Urban
League and consultant to the National 
Urban League. He was selected 
as "Man of the Year, 1955" by
the YMCA Council of the Washington 
Metropolitan Area.
Mr. Butler received his A. B. and
A. M. Degrees in Economics at Howard 
University in Washington and
took advance study at the University 
of Chicago. During World War
II he received the U. S. Army as
Occupational and Educational counsellor, 
after graduating from the
Adjutant General's School in that
subject.
He served as an instructor in Economics 
at Howard University from
1935 to 1940; Counsellor and Consultant 
to the American Youth
Commission of the American Council 
on Education in 1937, and has
served with the Department of Labor 
since the end of World War II,
except for two-year period beginning 
in 1951, when he served as
Chief of the Manpower Requirements 
Division of the National Production 
Authority.

MY WEEKLY
SERMON
REV. BLAIR T. HUNT,
PASTOR
MISSISSIPPI BLVD. CHRISTIAN
CHURCH, MEMPHIS

The text are words of a master
mind, Solomon, who prayed for
wisdom.
Soon a fine group of young people 
are to leave for college. We congratulate 
them and their homes.
Yes, go to college.
So many fine ambitious young
men and women cannot go to college. 
In this day of books, magazines, 
forums, radio and television,
one need not to lose heart if the privilege 
of entering college halls be
denied. He may climb if deprived
of college privileges, but the climbing 
will be more difficult. History
is filled with records of those who
have "come up through great tribulation." 
Say to your-self: "I can't
go to college like other boys and

girls, but if they beat me they will
have to work." Then with resolute
courage and purpose study books,
study people, and with hard study
of people and books you will come
out on top.
If I were going to college again,
I would select a small church college. 
There my chances to become
religiously acclimated are better.
There is no comradeship which the
overcrowded institution cannot
know. There individuality is stressed
as it cannot be in a larger group.
If I were going to college again.
I would consider the faculty rather
than the curriculum. The biggest
thing about any college is its faculty 
James A. Garfield said he would
rather spend six months on a log
with Mark Hopkins as his teacher
than six years in the best brick
and mortar university on the continent. 

If I were going to college again,
I would endeavor to fit in properly.
If I were going to college again,

I would take time for sufficient
sleep and recreation. I would aim
to have both a "sound mind and a
sound body". The body is the temple 
of the spirit and that temple
must be cared for.
Keep in touch with the home
folks, one never goes far astray
who keeps the lines tight that lead
from his heart back to heart of his
home folks.
Put nothing into your mouth that
will steal away your brain. Don't
forget to pray.
Don't squander your hard earned 
money on idle romances.
But this above all .. Keep Jesus
with you and it will follow as the
night the day happiness and success-are 
yours.
You are a shut casket of possibilities. 
Marvelous possibilities are
yours under the mastery of Jesus
Christ the great Rabbi, the great
master. The heights of success are
yours if you give Christ "the continents 
of your personalities rather
than the corners.
Whether you go to college or
remain at home studying books and
people, give Jesus Christ the reins
of your life. Remember you are becoming 
what you will be.

SERMONETTE BY REV.
BLAIR T. HUNT,
Pastor, Mississippi Boulevard
CHRISTIAN CHURCH
REV. BLAIR T. HUNT,
PASTOR
MISSISSIPPI BLVD. CHRISTIAN
CHURCH, MEMPHIS

The text are words of a master
mind, Solomon, who prayed for
wisdom.
Soon a fine group of young people 
are to leave for college. We congratulate 
them and their homes.
Yes, go to college.
So many fine ambitious young
men and women cannot go to college. 
In this day of books, magazines, 
forums, radio and television,
one need not to lose heart if the privilege 
of entering college halls be
denied. He may climb if deprived
of college privileges, but the climbing 
will be more difficult. History
is filled with records of those who
have "come up through great tribulation." 
Say to your-self: "I can't
go to college like other boys and

girls, but if they beat me they will
have to work." Then with resolute
courage and purpose study books,
study people, and with hard study
of people and books you will come
out on top.
If I were going to college again,
I would select a small church college. 
There my chances to become
religiously acclimated are better.
There is no comradeship which the
overcrowded institution cannot
know. There individuality is stressed
as it cannot be in a larger group.
If I were going to college again.
I would consider the faculty rather
than the curriculum. The biggest
thing about any college is its faculty 
James A. Garfield said he would
rather spend six months on a log
with Mark Hopkins as his teacher
than six years in the best brick
and mortar university on the continent. 

If I were going to college again,
I would endeavor to fit in properly.
If I were going to college again,

I would take time for sufficient
sleep and recreation. I would aim
to have both a "sound mind and a
sound body". The body is the temple 
of the spirit and that temple
must be cared for.
Keep in touch with the home
folks, one never goes far astray
who keeps the lines tight that lead
from his heart back to heart of his
home folks.
Put nothing into your mouth that
will steal away your brain. Don't
forget to pray.
Don't squander your hard earned 
money on idle romances.
But this above all .. Keep Jesus
with you and it will follow as the
night the day happiness and success-are 
yours.
You are a shut casket of possibilities. 
Marvelous possibilities are
yours under the mastery of Jesus
Christ the great Rabbi, the great
master. The heights of success are
yours if you give Christ "the continents 
of your personalities rather
than the corners.
Whether you go to college or
remain at home studying books and
people, give Jesus Christ the reins
of your life. Remember you are becoming 
what you will be.

Louisiana Sportsmanship
(FROM the N. Y. DAILY NEWS)
Gov. Earl Long signed a bill Monday which will forbid
racially mixed athletic events in his state of Louisiana. This,
says a gloomy Sugar Bowl official, will bar Louisiana from all
national collegiate championships. Louisiana State University's
1957 and 1958 football games with Wisconsin will have to be
canceled.
Also, Louisiana seems to have condemned itself to 100
percent minor league statue in track, basketball and boxing, and
to have barred the door to major league baseball exhibitions.
No matter how shuddery the thought may be to the Pelican
State's swamp folk, the fact remains that Negro athletes have
won top-notch rank in all those American sports.
Could it be that Louisiana's alleged sportsmen have pulled
a switch on the old adage, making it now read: "If you
can't lick'em, ban em?"

ATTENTION ALL CHURCHES!
FOR A CROWD GATHERING ATTRACTION
INVITE:

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Tenn. State

cept of government...based on the
quality and freedom of all citizens,
has enriched our nation and blessed 
the world. But the ultimate test
of our nation's strength and greatness 
lies in the intellectual and
spiritual character of her people,
not in her armaments alone."
In speaking of the areas of
American life in which graduates
by their study and training should
seek to serve in our enlarging cooperative 
society," that this period
in history "demands men of God
to lead the people into a new and
better world of brotherhood and
love. If we fail, moral and spiritual
bankruptcy will overtake us, and
selfishness and corruption will consume 
us all."

NAACP To

Alabama "has no absolute power to
exclude" an out-of-state corporation, 
the NAACP brief raises four
other points of law. The brief
holds that the amount of the fine
exceeds the courts power and is
so "excessive and arbitary as to
violate (the NAACP's) constitutional 
and statutory rights."
Further, the brief asserts, the
court's injunction "seeks to deny
and punish the petitioner and its
members for exercising rights of
free speech, freedom of association
and the right to petition for redress 
of grievances, all of violation
of the due process and equal protection 
clause of the Fourteenth
Amendment." Also, the brief points
out, the court's order to produce
the membership list "was abritrary
and in derogation of petitioners'
right to refuse to give evidence
which might tend to incriminate
it or its members."
In granting the Attorney General's 
demand for the membership
list, which the NAACP contends is
not-material to the cause of faction
the court "sanctioned the state to
conduct a fishing expedition in violation 
of petitioner's right," the
brief asserts.
The NAACP has expressed a willingness 
and desire to register and
has submitted to the court all of
the documents requested except
those which reveal the names and
address of Association members in
Alabama, the brief indicates.
Maintaining that "the contempt
is criminal in nature" since it was
assessed as punishment, the
NAACP petition asserts that "the
court only assess as a penalty a
fine of $50 or at most $100." The
court failed, the NAACP charges,
to "consider the amount of the defendant's 
financial resources, the
consequent seriousness of the burden 
to the particular defendant and
whether the refusal constituted the
only avenue by which a claimed
constitutional right could be preserved 
for review by a higher
court."
Conceding that state officials
may object to and question the wisdom 
of the NAACP program and
objective, the NAACP brief makes
it clear that "they cannot restrict
petitioner in its efforts to secure
this objective by persuasion and
through the courts. Members of
the petitioner corporation have
sought, under petitioner's aegis, to
exercise these rights."
The brief further charges that
"entire legislative and executive
slate machinery of Alabama is
committed to a frustration of the
rights of colored citizens of the
state to secure through the courts
and public opinion the elimination
of state-imposed burdens incident
to racial segregation."
And finally, the brief asserts that
under the Alabama rode the Association 
and its members are "subject 
to criminal penalty." Accordingly, 
"the state's request for the
names and addresses of petitioner's
members in the state would give
evidence to carry out criminal prosecution 
of petitioner, its officers
and its members. Under the state's
theory, therefore, the petitioner's
right to refuse to give such evidence 
is unquestioned, and the court
should have overruled the state's
motion for this reason."
Representing the Association in
the case before the Alabama State
Supreme Court were Robert L. Carter 
of New York the Association's
assistant special counsel: and
NAACP attorneys Arthur D. Shores
of Birmingham and Fred D. Gray
of Montgomery.

COURT PERMITS
FISHING EXPEDITION

Alabama "has no absolute power to
exclude" an out-of-state corporation, 
the NAACP brief raises four
other points of law. The brief
holds that the amount of the fine
exceeds the courts power and is
so "excessive and arbitary as to
violate (the NAACP's) constitutional 
and statutory rights."
Further, the brief asserts, the
court's injunction "seeks to deny
and punish the petitioner and its
members for exercising rights of
free speech, freedom of association
and the right to petition for redress 
of grievances, all of violation
of the due process and equal protection 
clause of the Fourteenth
Amendment." Also, the brief points
out, the court's order to produce
the membership list "was abritrary
and in derogation of petitioners'
right to refuse to give evidence
which might tend to incriminate
it or its members."
In granting the Attorney General's 
demand for the membership
list, which the NAACP contends is
not-material to the cause of faction
the court "sanctioned the state to
conduct a fishing expedition in violation 
of petitioner's right," the
brief asserts.
The NAACP has expressed a willingness 
and desire to register and
has submitted to the court all of
the documents requested except
those which reveal the names and
address of Association members in
Alabama, the brief indicates.
Maintaining that "the contempt
is criminal in nature" since it was
assessed as punishment, the
NAACP petition asserts that "the
court only assess as a penalty a
fine of $50 or at most $100." The
court failed, the NAACP charges,
to "consider the amount of the defendant's 
financial resources, the
consequent seriousness of the burden 
to the particular defendant and
whether the refusal constituted the
only avenue by which a claimed
constitutional right could be preserved 
for review by a higher
court."
Conceding that state officials
may object to and question the wisdom 
of the NAACP program and
objective, the NAACP brief makes
it clear that "they cannot restrict
petitioner in its efforts to secure
this objective by persuasion and
through the courts. Members of
the petitioner corporation have
sought, under petitioner's aegis, to
exercise these rights."
The brief further charges that
"entire legislative and executive
slate machinery of Alabama is
committed to a frustration of the
rights of colored citizens of the
state to secure through the courts
and public opinion the elimination
of state-imposed burdens incident
to racial segregation."
And finally, the brief asserts that
under the Alabama rode the Association 
and its members are "subject 
to criminal penalty." Accordingly, 
"the state's request for the
names and addresses of petitioner's
members in the state would give
evidence to carry out criminal prosecution 
of petitioner, its officers
and its members. Under the state's
theory, therefore, the petitioner's
right to refuse to give such evidence 
is unquestioned, and the court
should have overruled the state's
motion for this reason."
Representing the Association in
the case before the Alabama State
Supreme Court were Robert L. Carter 
of New York the Association's
assistant special counsel: and
NAACP attorneys Arthur D. Shores
of Birmingham and Fred D. Gray
of Montgomery.

STATE MACHINERY BIASED

Alabama "has no absolute power to
exclude" an out-of-state corporation, 
the NAACP brief raises four
other points of law. The brief
holds that the amount of the fine
exceeds the courts power and is
so "excessive and arbitary as to
violate (the NAACP's) constitutional 
and statutory rights."
Further, the brief asserts, the
court's injunction "seeks to deny
and punish the petitioner and its
members for exercising rights of
free speech, freedom of association
and the right to petition for redress 
of grievances, all of violation
of the due process and equal protection 
clause of the Fourteenth
Amendment." Also, the brief points
out, the court's order to produce
the membership list "was abritrary
and in derogation of petitioners'
right to refuse to give evidence
which might tend to incriminate
it or its members."
In granting the Attorney General's 
demand for the membership
list, which the NAACP contends is
not-material to the cause of faction
the court "sanctioned the state to
conduct a fishing expedition in violation 
of petitioner's right," the
brief asserts.
The NAACP has expressed a willingness 
and desire to register and
has submitted to the court all of
the documents requested except
those which reveal the names and
address of Association members in
Alabama, the brief indicates.
Maintaining that "the contempt
is criminal in nature" since it was
assessed as punishment, the
NAACP petition asserts that "the
court only assess as a penalty a
fine of $50 or at most $100." The
court failed, the NAACP charges,
to "consider the amount of the defendant's 
financial resources, the
consequent seriousness of the burden 
to the particular defendant and
whether the refusal constituted the
only avenue by which a claimed
constitutional right could be preserved 
for review by a higher
court."
Conceding that state officials
may object to and question the wisdom 
of the NAACP program and
objective, the NAACP brief makes
it clear that "they cannot restrict
petitioner in its efforts to secure
this objective by persuasion and
through the courts. Members of
the petitioner corporation have
sought, under petitioner's aegis, to
exercise these rights."
The brief further charges that
"entire legislative and executive
slate machinery of Alabama is
committed to a frustration of the
rights of colored citizens of the
state to secure through the courts
and public opinion the elimination
of state-imposed burdens incident
to racial segregation."
And finally, the brief asserts that
under the Alabama rode the Association 
and its members are "subject 
to criminal penalty." Accordingly, 
"the state's request for the
names and addresses of petitioner's
members in the state would give
evidence to carry out criminal prosecution 
of petitioner, its officers
and its members. Under the state's
theory, therefore, the petitioner's
right to refuse to give such evidence 
is unquestioned, and the court
should have overruled the state's
motion for this reason."
Representing the Association in
the case before the Alabama State
Supreme Court were Robert L. Carter 
of New York the Association's
assistant special counsel: and
NAACP attorneys Arthur D. Shores
of Birmingham and Fred D. Gray
of Montgomery.

Seek End Of Racial
Unrest In Rhodesia
In an effort to arrive at
ways and means to reduce racial
tension in Northern Rhodesia,
white and Negro leaders in this
British-protected territory met last
week to thrash out the problem.
In a state of almost constant turmoil 
due to a series of Negro strikes
in the copper mines and boycotts
of white and East Indian owned
shops, the Northern Rhodesian area
has had little peace.
Six strikes have been called by
the Northern Rhodesian African

Mineworkers Union since June 1.
Negro rioting at Kitwe broke out
last Saturday night, but had no
connection with the strikes

S O U T H E R N
FORWARDING CO.
MR. C. L. BARNES, President
728 Alston Avenue WH. 8-2786

ENCHANTED HARBOR
BY DOROTHY WORLEY
 1956 by Dorothy Worley, Reprinted by permission of the publisher, Avalon Books,
Distributed by King Features Syndicate.
Priscilla Paige, is bored with her
job in New York office, yet doesn't
want to get marries. An opportunity
to escape presents itself in a trip to
Apalachicola. Florida, to settle the
estate left unexpectedly to her by a
great-aunt. Priscilla's friend–older,
wiser Rita Lambert–drives with her
to claim the mysterious mansion.
Lookout House, which is rumored
haunted and has a secret passage.
They decide to keep the purpose of
their visit to themselves because
three strange men seein curiously interested. 
They are Bill Duval, who
says he is a writer; Red Gallagher
a fisherman, and Luis Alvarez, a
wealthy yachtsman. Priscilla takes a
midnight drive and finds Bill Duval
trailing her. Next morning Attorney
Todd takes the two girls to the old
mansion.
PRISCILLA and Rita stopped
behind Mr. Todd's car and sat
looking at the ancient house. It
was a huge house, many-galleried,
weather-beaten, but not unattractive. 
The windows were long and
shuttered, a shutter hanging here
and there. There was a Captain's
walk, and the house was surrounded 
by a tall iron fence on
top of a foot-high brick wall.
Huge oaks and magnolias crowded 
into the tangled garden. Heavy
columns supported an upper gallery. 
Windows reached to the
floor. A brick walk led from the
entrance gates to the broad steps.
Bricks were missing, grass growing 
in the spaces.
Priscilla said, "If it could only
talk, what tales it could tell! And
it does look sort of haunted,
doesn't it?"
"It certainly looks lonely and
deserted," Rita said.
"What on earth will I do with
the house if I can't sell it Rita?
It's monstrous!"
"You'll sell. Somebody will buy
it for some purpose–and of
course the sooner the better.
Looks like a rambling hotel." Her
eyes moved over the grounds.
"Must have really been a show
place at one time, but I can
understand why Mr. Todd said it
would be difficult to find a purchaser." 

Mr. Todd joined them. "It looks
just as it did the first time I saw
it and folk say it's looked the
same for fifty years. Course the
shades used to be up, and grass
and weeds were cut."
"It's the loneliest-looking place
I ever saw," said Priscilla. "Even
a ghost would be lone-some there."
Mr. Todd led the way up the
creaking steps and unlocked the
heavy doors. It was dim and cool
inside and smelled of mold and
dust, mice and rotting wood. He
raised a few shades, opened shutters, 
revealing a thick, brownish

coating of dust over everything.
Curtains hung, fragile and brittle
with dust. There was a square
piano with most of the Ivories
missing. All the furniture was
heavy, richly carved, very beautiful. 
Priscilla was thinking that
room could not be found for it in
a modern home. Chandeliers
which had held candles in longago 
days were dusty and flyspecked; 
upholstery was faded
and worn. There was a huge
grandfather clock, old albums,
pictures.
They opened drawers, discovering 
heavy dull silver, good china,
yellowed linens.
Rita said, "Let's look around
this time, Priscilla. Then decide
later what you should do with it.
There's no use trying to decide
right now. Some of these pieces
will bring a lot of money."
They spent almost an hour going 
from room to room, upstairs
and down, and when they were
down again, Mr. Todd said briskly, 
"I'll just lock up. When you
decide what you're going to do,
we'll come back. You can be
thinking about it."
"We won't take any more of
your time Mr. Todd," Rita said
agreeably. "Leave the key with
us and we'll look around a little
more. I saw a sign down the
street advertising antiques. They
might be interested in some of
these things."
Mr. Todd's hesitation was so
apparent that Rita was sure he
didn't want them to have the key.
He turned it over reluctantly,
suggesting that they drop it by
his office, to which Rita made no
reply. She did ask if he could
send someone to cut the grass
and clean the grounds and give
the place a better appearance before 
putting it on the market.
They were still there an hour
later when Mr. Todd returned.
His voice was worried. "I talked
to several boys, but they all turned 
me down. Word has got
around that the place is haunted
and it's going to be hard to get
any of them to work here."
"Then how can we get the
place cleaned up?"
"I'll keep looking Frankly," he
hesitated, "if you take my advice,
you'll not bother about it. Won't
really make any difference when
it comes in a sale."
Mr. Todd had been gone only a
few minutes when a boy of about
fourteen came to the door. He
had met Mr. Todd. He said that
he would be willing to work outside 
but wouldn't clean inside,
"because it was haunted."
Priscilla laughed, which was a
mistake. The boy said evenly,
"Tain't nothin' to laugh about."
"That's right," Rita said in a
friendly voice. "But we don't
know much about such things.
Won't you tell us why it's
haunted?"
The boy-shifted from one foot
to the other, his eyes moving
over the gaunt old house. "Don't
know 'zackly why. It jes' is.
Lights move around in one of
those windows upstairs. And people 
hear voices, whisperin' like."
Priscilla said, "I'll surely accept 
the first offer. The place is
giving me the creeps."
"Power of suggestion," Rita
said. "I wouldn't say sell it because 
it's haunted, but sell because 
it's the only sensible thing
to do. Let's decide what you want
to do with the furniture, or better 
still, why not turn the whole
thing over to Mr. Todd to handle
with some real estate firm?"
They were preparing to lock
the door when Rita said, "Wait
a minute. I'm not sure that I
locked the back door."
She went back, found the door
locked, and had turned to go
when she saw a roll of bills on
the floor–new, crisp, and shiny.
Wonderingly she picked the roll
up and examined it. Twenty-five
twenty-dollar bills under a rubber 
band. Had Mr. Todd dropped
it there? If so, and he had missed 
it, he certainly must be upset
by now. She would have to telephone 
him.
"Look, Priscilla, did you drop
this?"
Priscilla looked at the roll of
bills and gasped. "Heavens, no!
I never carry that much cash.
Where did it come from?"
"I found it on the floor by the
back door. I wonder why we
didn't see it before."
Priscilla giggled. "Well, if the
place is haunted with greenbacks, 
maybe I'd better not sell
after all."
"Mr. Todd must have dropped
it."
"He must have. How else would
it have got there? That's new
money and no one's been inside
for a long time, he said. How
much is it?"
"Twenty-five twenty-dollar
bills."
"Glory be!" Priscilla exclaimed.
"Rita, what if Mr. Todd says it
isn't his?"
"It has to be his; there's no
other explanation. Let's go and
telephone him."


SYNOPSIS
BY DOROTHY WORLEY
 1956 by Dorothy Worley, Reprinted by permission of the publisher, Avalon Books,
Distributed by King Features Syndicate.
Priscilla Paige, is bored with her
job in New York office, yet doesn't
want to get marries. An opportunity
to escape presents itself in a trip to
Apalachicola. Florida, to settle the
estate left unexpectedly to her by a
great-aunt. Priscilla's friend–older,
wiser Rita Lambert–drives with her
to claim the mysterious mansion.
Lookout House, which is rumored
haunted and has a secret passage.
They decide to keep the purpose of
their visit to themselves because
three strange men seein curiously interested. 
They are Bill Duval, who
says he is a writer; Red Gallagher
a fisherman, and Luis Alvarez, a
wealthy yachtsman. Priscilla takes a
midnight drive and finds Bill Duval
trailing her. Next morning Attorney
Todd takes the two girls to the old
mansion.
PRISCILLA and Rita stopped
behind Mr. Todd's car and sat
looking at the ancient house. It
was a huge house, many-galleried,
weather-beaten, but not unattractive. 
The windows were long and
shuttered, a shutter hanging here
and there. There was a Captain's
walk, and the house was surrounded 
by a tall iron fence on
top of a foot-high brick wall.
Huge oaks and magnolias crowded 
into the tangled garden. Heavy
columns supported an upper gallery. 
Windows reached to the
floor. A brick walk led from the
entrance gates to the broad steps.
Bricks were missing, grass growing 
in the spaces.
Priscilla said, "If it could only
talk, what tales it could tell! And
it does look sort of haunted,
doesn't it?"
"It certainly looks lonely and
deserted," Rita said.
"What on earth will I do with
the house if I can't sell it Rita?
It's monstrous!"
"You'll sell. Somebody will buy
it for some purpose–and of
course the sooner the better.
Looks like a rambling hotel." Her
eyes moved over the grounds.
"Must have really been a show
place at one time, but I can
understand why Mr. Todd said it
would be difficult to find a purchaser." 

Mr. Todd joined them. "It looks
just as it did the first time I saw
it and folk say it's looked the
same for fifty years. Course the
shades used to be up, and grass
and weeds were cut."
"It's the loneliest-looking place
I ever saw," said Priscilla. "Even
a ghost would be lone-some there."
Mr. Todd led the way up the
creaking steps and unlocked the
heavy doors. It was dim and cool
inside and smelled of mold and
dust, mice and rotting wood. He
raised a few shades, opened shutters, 
revealing a thick, brownish

coating of dust over everything.
Curtains hung, fragile and brittle
with dust. There was a square
piano with most of the Ivories
missing. All the furniture was
heavy, richly carved, very beautiful. 
Priscilla was thinking that
room could not be found for it in
a modern home. Chandeliers
which had held candles in longago 
days were dusty and flyspecked; 
upholstery was faded
and worn. There was a huge
grandfather clock, old albums,
pictures.
They opened drawers, discovering 
heavy dull silver, good china,
yellowed linens.
Rita said, "Let's look around
this time, Priscilla. Then decide
later what you should do with it.
There's no use trying to decide
right now. Some of these pieces
will bring a lot of money."
They spent almost an hour going 
from room to room, upstairs
and down, and when they were
down again, Mr. Todd said briskly, 
"I'll just lock up. When you
decide what you're going to do,
we'll come back. You can be
thinking about it."
"We won't take any more of
your time Mr. Todd," Rita said
agreeably. "Leave the key with
us and we'll look around a little
more. I saw a sign down the
street advertising antiques. They
might be interested in some of
these things."
Mr. Todd's hesitation was so
apparent that Rita was sure he
didn't want them to have the key.
He turned it over reluctantly,
suggesting that they drop it by
his office, to which Rita made no
reply. She did ask if he could
send someone to cut the grass
and clean the grounds and give
the place a better appearance before 
putting it on the market.
They were still there an hour
later when Mr. Todd returned.
His voice was worried. "I talked
to several boys, but they all turned 
me down. Word has got
around that the place is haunted
and it's going to be hard to get
any of them to work here."
"Then how can we get the
place cleaned up?"
"I'll keep looking Frankly," he
hesitated, "if you take my advice,
you'll not bother about it. Won't
really make any difference when
it comes in a sale."
Mr. Todd had been gone only a
few minutes when a boy of about
fourteen came to the door. He
had met Mr. Todd. He said that
he would be willing to work outside 
but wouldn't clean inside,
"because it was haunted."
Priscilla laughed, which was a
mistake. The boy said evenly,
"Tain't nothin' to laugh about."
"That's right," Rita said in a
friendly voice. "But we don't
know much about such things.
Won't you tell us why it's
haunted?"
The boy-shifted from one foot
to the other, his eyes moving
over the gaunt old house. "Don't
know 'zackly why. It jes' is.
Lights move around in one of
those windows upstairs. And people 
hear voices, whisperin' like."
Priscilla said, "I'll surely accept 
the first offer. The place is
giving me the creeps."
"Power of suggestion," Rita
said. "I wouldn't say sell it because 
it's haunted, but sell because 
it's the only sensible thing
to do. Let's decide what you want
to do with the furniture, or better 
still, why not turn the whole
thing over to Mr. Todd to handle
with some real estate firm?"
They were preparing to lock
the door when Rita said, "Wait
a minute. I'm not sure that I
locked the back door."
She went back, found the door
locked, and had turned to go
when she saw a roll of bills on
the floor–new, crisp, and shiny.
Wonderingly she picked the roll
up and examined it. Twenty-five
twenty-dollar bills under a rubber 
band. Had Mr. Todd dropped
it there? If so, and he had missed 
it, he certainly must be upset
by now. She would have to telephone 
him.
"Look, Priscilla, did you drop
this?"
Priscilla looked at the roll of
bills and gasped. "Heavens, no!
I never carry that much cash.
Where did it come from?"
"I found it on the floor by the
back door. I wonder why we
didn't see it before."
Priscilla giggled. "Well, if the
place is haunted with greenbacks, 
maybe I'd better not sell
after all."
"Mr. Todd must have dropped
it."
"He must have. How else would
it have got there? That's new
money and no one's been inside
for a long time, he said. How
much is it?"
"Twenty-five twenty-dollar
bills."
"Glory be!" Priscilla exclaimed.
"Rita, what if Mr. Todd says it
isn't his?"
"It has to be his; there's no
other explanation. Let's go and
telephone him."


CHAPTER 8
BY DOROTHY WORLEY
 1956 by Dorothy Worley, Reprinted by permission of the publisher, Avalon Books,
Distributed by King Features Syndicate.
Priscilla Paige, is bored with her
job in New York office, yet doesn't
want to get marries. An opportunity
to escape presents itself in a trip to
Apalachicola. Florida, to settle the
estate left unexpectedly to her by a
great-aunt. Priscilla's friend–older,
wiser Rita Lambert–drives with her
to claim the mysterious mansion.
Lookout House, which is rumored
haunted and has a secret passage.
They decide to keep the purpose of
their visit to themselves because
three strange men seein curiously interested. 
They are Bill Duval, who
says he is a writer; Red Gallagher
a fisherman, and Luis Alvarez, a
wealthy yachtsman. Priscilla takes a
midnight drive and finds Bill Duval
trailing her. Next morning Attorney
Todd takes the two girls to the old
mansion.
PRISCILLA and Rita stopped
behind Mr. Todd's car and sat
looking at the ancient house. It
was a huge house, many-galleried,
weather-beaten, but not unattractive. 
The windows were long and
shuttered, a shutter hanging here
and there. There was a Captain's
walk, and the house was surrounded 
by a tall iron fence on
top of a foot-high brick wall.
Huge oaks and magnolias crowded 
into the tangled garden. Heavy
columns supported an upper gallery. 
Windows reached to the
floor. A brick walk led from the
entrance gates to the broad steps.
Bricks were missing, grass growing 
in the spaces.
Priscilla said, "If it could only
talk, what tales it could tell! And
it does look sort of haunted,
doesn't it?"
"It certainly looks lonely and
deserted," Rita said.
"What on earth will I do with
the house if I can't sell it Rita?
It's monstrous!"
"You'll sell. Somebody will buy
it for some purpose–and of
course the sooner the better.
Looks like a rambling hotel." Her
eyes moved over the grounds.
"Must have really been a show
place at one time, but I can
understand why Mr. Todd said it
would be difficult to find a purchaser." 

Mr. Todd joined them. "It looks
just as it did the first time I saw
it and folk say it's looked the
same for fifty years. Course the
shades used to be up, and grass
and weeds were cut."
"It's the loneliest-looking place
I ever saw," said Priscilla. "Even
a ghost would be lone-some there."
Mr. Todd led the way up the
creaking steps and unlocked the
heavy doors. It was dim and cool
inside and smelled of mold and
dust, mice and rotting wood. He
raised a few shades, opened shutters, 
revealing a thick, brownish

coating of dust over everything.
Curtains hung, fragile and brittle
with dust. There was a square
piano with most of the Ivories
missing. All the furniture was
heavy, richly carved, very beautiful. 
Priscilla was thinking that
room could not be found for it in
a modern home. Chandeliers
which had held candles in longago 
days were dusty and flyspecked; 
upholstery was faded
and worn. There was a huge
grandfather clock, old albums,
pictures.
They opened drawers, discovering 
heavy dull silver, good china,
yellowed linens.
Rita said, "Let's look around
this time, Priscilla. Then decide
later what you should do with it.
There's no use trying to decide
right now. Some of these pieces
will bring a lot of money."
They spent almost an hour going 
from room to room, upstairs
and down, and when they were
down again, Mr. Todd said briskly, 
"I'll just lock up. When you
decide what you're going to do,
we'll come back. You can be
thinking about it."
"We won't take any more of
your time Mr. Todd," Rita said
agreeably. "Leave the key with
us and we'll look around a little
more. I saw a sign down the
street advertising antiques. They
might be interested in some of
these things."
Mr. Todd's hesitation was so
apparent that Rita was sure he
didn't want them to have the key.
He turned it over reluctantly,
suggesting that they drop it by
his office, to which Rita made no
reply. She did ask if he could
send someone to cut the grass
and clean the grounds and give
the place a better appearance before 
putting it on the market.
They were still there an hour
later when Mr. Todd returned.
His voice was worried. "I talked
to several boys, but they all turned 
me down. Word has got
around that the place is haunted
and it's going to be hard to get
any of them to work here."
"Then how can we get the
place cleaned up?"
"I'll keep looking Frankly," he
hesitated, "if you take my advice,
you'll not bother about it. Won't
really make any difference when
it comes in a sale."
Mr. Todd had been gone only a
few minutes when a boy of about
fourteen came to the door. He
had met Mr. Todd. He said that
he would be willing to work outside 
but wouldn't clean inside,
"because it was haunted."
Priscilla laughed, which was a
mistake. The boy said evenly,
"Tain't nothin' to laugh about."
"That's right," Rita said in a
friendly voice. "But we don't
know much about such things.
Won't you tell us why it's
haunted?"
The boy-shifted from one foot
to the other, his eyes moving
over the gaunt old house. "Don't
know 'zackly why. It jes' is.
Lights move around in one of
those windows upstairs. And people 
hear voices, whisperin' like."
Priscilla said, "I'll surely accept 
the first offer. The place is
giving me the creeps."
"Power of suggestion," Rita
said. "I wouldn't say sell it because 
it's haunted, but sell because 
it's the only sensible thing
to do. Let's decide what you want
to do with the furniture, or better 
still, why not turn the whole
thing over to Mr. Todd to handle
with some real estate firm?"
They were preparing to lock
the door when Rita said, "Wait
a minute. I'm not sure that I
locked the back door."
She went back, found the door
locked, and had turned to go
when she saw a roll of bills on
the floor–new, crisp, and shiny.
Wonderingly she picked the roll
up and examined it. Twenty-five
twenty-dollar bills under a rubber 
band. Had Mr. Todd dropped
it there? If so, and he had missed 
it, he certainly must be upset
by now. She would have to telephone 
him.
"Look, Priscilla, did you drop
this?"
Priscilla looked at the roll of
bills and gasped. "Heavens, no!
I never carry that much cash.
Where did it come from?"
"I found it on the floor by the
back door. I wonder why we
didn't see it before."
Priscilla giggled. "Well, if the
place is haunted with greenbacks, 
maybe I'd better not sell
after all."
"Mr. Todd must have dropped
it."
"He must have. How else would
it have got there? That's new
money and no one's been inside
for a long time, he said. How
much is it?"
"Twenty-five twenty-dollar
bills."
"Glory be!" Priscilla exclaimed.
"Rita, what if Mr. Todd says it
isn't his?"
"It has to be his; there's no
other explanation. Let's go and
telephone him."


Blames Movie
For Holdups
Relating 
to Sheriff John E. Walters
how he came upon the idea of using
a hood to cover his head and face
when he allegedly held up two couples 
in a "lovers lane" near Sedgefield 
here, an 18-year-old youth last
week said "I saw it in a movie."
He said the name of the movie
was "Six Bridges to Cross," a Hollywood 
version of the Brinks payroll 
holdup in which the bandits
wore white hoods with slits cut
only for their eyes.
The lad, Robert Russell Crump
of Groometown Road, reportedly
used such a hood. It was dark green
and apparently hand-sewn, cut
from a woman's blouse.

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