Memphis World Memphis World Publishing Co. 1951-04-06 Lewis O. Swingler MEMPHIS WORLD The South's Oldest and Leading Colored Semi-Weekly Newspaper Published by MEMPHIS WORLD PUBLISHING CO. Every TUESDAY and FRIDAY at 164 BEALE — Phone JA. 6-4030 Entered in the Post Office at Memphis, Tenn. as second-class mail under the Act of Congress, March 1, 1870 Member of SCOTT NEWSPAPER SYNDICATE W. A. Scott, II, Founder; C. A. Scott, General Manager LEWIS O. SWINGLER Editor A.G. SHIELDS, Jr Advertising Manager The MEMPHIS WORLD is an independent newspaper — non-sectarian and non-partisan, printing news unbiasedly and supporting those things it believes to be of interest to its readers and opposing those thing against the interest of its readers. SUBSCRIPTION RATES: Year $5.00 — 6 Months $3.00 — 3 Months $1.25 (In Advance) ROUTE SUPERVISORS: For any information concerning the distribution of THE WORLD, please contact one of your route supervisors, particularly the one in your respective district. Fooling The White Folks Every once in a while, some shrewd Negro with, his eyes on the white man's pocketbook, develops schemes to extract some of the "moola" (dollars) there from. The leading industrialists generally are listed as Number One Prospects. Columbus seems to be a fertile territory for this type of extractions. The scheme works like this: The money gatherer will go to a newspaper, stating what "a Garden of Eden" our southland is and how much hell the Negro is catching in the North. Now the strangest part of his statement is that a good bit of it is true. Of course he highly colors and exaggerates both sides of the picture. The white press glibly gives front page. Now, he consults his list of prospects who have read the article, goes to them showing them clippings station his ideals and how much he Is doing for good race relations, applauding his prospect for his generosity towards the Negro, criticizing the North on its treatment of the Negro and pityingly condemning the Negro for being so senseless and stupid as not to see things in the same prospective as he does. To make the story short, when the shrewd Brother, leaves he carries both a fat check and a letter of introduction which he will use in other cities on other persons who are interested in race relationship. This has happened often in Columbus and recently happened again. This is what is known as "Fooling The White Folks" and the slickers will continue the scheme as long as it "pays off." Manassas Events Knows Aline Jones, it seems as if you are getting late since Thomas Greene has chosen Evelyn Basby for his mate. Gilmore Daniels, what happened to you and L. Stewart? Was she too much chick for you or did S. Fallie take her love away? Well, Well, Well. Kennith McLin, you don't seem to, nave time for the girls or is it that the girls don't have time for you? (Right Barbara?) Alonzo Butler, what's wrong? The girls think that you are shy. Betty Jones, is your love for Clarence Engleberg true? Is it Blondine Hill that have you? L. N. Wilson can't seems to make Up her mind. Is it D. h. or E. M.? Helen Cleaves, can't you see that Norma Moore has Ervin Blair and that is for sho? B. T. James, who is the little chick that I see you with nowadays? You finally got yourself some one didn't you? Mary F. Brown, we all know that you have D. L. Pete. So why worry except that Ernestine is late Cora B. Dallas, so you have broken Nellie's heart by taking Ervin P. away from her. Laverne Johnson, you were sty ling Sunday nite with "your soldier friend. No matter how you style with him, no one can take the place of George Williams? So right. Essie Mae Brown, I saw you styling with N. Riggins. It seems as if your shyness has left you. Well Mary J. Ward, you had better gel yourself somebody. Looks like Laverne has George for good Well all reet. Edna M. Seay, don't worry about your old bow, you still have Lawrence Blackman to look to. Well Joyce Blair, what are you chick has stolen Morris Jenkins going to do? Bobby Savage is beating your time, you had better look out for (hot cakes) (cause) boy she can really fly (em). Florida Smith, you had better take a chance with Walter Stevenson because he's real wig.(salmon head). Well it seems as if the little cute heart and finally given him a chance. Well after all I win put you in the know, her name is, wall, here goes, as a matter of fact Is Edna Barbara Seay. Well all right. Johnnie Taylor, you were real gone Sunday nite. But Mr. Willie better get in the know or he will be a lost soul. Well all right Bobbie Savage, I suppose you had a real nice time at the Savoy or was it at the way lawk. The HEALTH FORUM World By DR. R. EARL BLAND There is a small but baffling group of diseases, comprising principally hay-fever, asthma, serum sickness and nettle rash, to which the general designation "allergic diseases" has been applied. An individual may be the victim of several of these diseases at the same time Allergic individuals from a relatively small group of persons who over and over throughout their lives suffer from a few diseases to which the great majority mankind is not susceptible. It is generally believed that allergic individuals are those who are hypersensitive to certain proteins and that they experience an attack or one or more of the allergic group of diseases each time that a sufficient quantity of the specific protein conies in contact with their sensitive membranes, skin or enter their blood streams. Small amounts of these proteins which are contained in foods, pollen, dust gives rise to reactions in these allergic people. The pollens of the common trees, grasses and ragweed are the most usual offenders and they get the title of spring, summer and fall hayfever. Many of the victims experience itching and congestion of the eyes, sneezing and nasal discharge. Also itching inside the mouth. The symp tons vary a great deal during the day in severity, being usually worst in the morning. In most cases there are good days and bad days, though many individuals have to remain indoors throughout the entire season, many people experience asthmatic attacks in conjunction with their hayfever. Your physician is able to desensitize and aid you greatly against such seasonal attacks. Just Arrived! MADAM HAYDEN CHARACTER READER and BUSINESS ADVISOR If you are unhappy in your home or unlucky in your business dealings—this message is for you! Madam Hayden is tram New Orleans. She will tell your past as you alone know it; your present as it is; your future as it will be ... and calls you by your name! Gives lucky days and lucky numbers ... If you want guaranteed help, not promises, call and be convinced. Satisfaction, or your fee refunded. NO HOME CALLS MADE! Located 18 miles north of Memphis City limits on Highway 51 (4 miles north of Millington Air Base in Tipton County on Covington Road) Look for Hand Sign. MEALTIME MELODIES! By BELL BLAND You know, a long time ago many men searched long and far for the Fountain of youth. No doubt, they wanted to look and act young as long as they could. Do you? If you do, you can find one way to the fountain of youth by eating enough of the right kinds of food. Some people go so far as to say you are what you eat. Maybe they are right. Probably you can eat and be both youthful and pretty. Of course, such things as height, weight posture, eyesight, hair, skin and even your outlook on life are effected by what you eat. Check your diet if you want to have plenty of pep, bright eyes, lively hair, clear skin, good vision — and if you want to keep your pretty figure and live well long. It's a fact that something happens if you don't eat enough of the foods from the seven food groups. Nearly everyone knows that carbohydrates, either sugar or starches, make you fat when eaten between meals or as second helpings; and that proteins are found in such foods as meat, fish, eggs, milk and cheese. Vitamins get much publicity, but minerals are still mysterious enough to make eating to be pretty a big problem. If a fountain of youth should ever be discovered, it is likely to contain milk, because from milk you get minerals for properly, formed bones. Strong bones are needed for good posture. The way you stand, walk, hold your head and sit tells other people more about you than you would sometime like for them to know. The longer you look, the more you sec what meals do for posture. Even the deepest beauty of the natural world lies not in shining attire and color, but in order and meaning. When you make room for beauty in the supply of bone building minerals, you leave out the ugliness. Your teeth are pretty when you eat milk, cheese, butter and ice cream. Yet some people are so ashamed of their teeth that they cover their mouths when they laugh. (Incidentally, this is the last day of National Laugh Week). Good teeth help your appearance, all right. The minerals, vitamins and other substances in milk, cheese and butter keep your eyes and skin healthy, keep you free from colds, and give you plenty of pep. What is more woeful than the person who is always tired — too tired to work when there's work to be done, and too tired to play when it's time to Play. Foods high in iron are often left out by some homemakers because they prefer dainty foods such as sandwiches and salads in order to remain slender. Such food alone makes for a shortage" of iron, and this results in anemia — the lack of red blood. Your skin is colorless and there is a loss in weight and appetite. There is also shortness of breath. Some homemakers develop a wrinkled appearance and their hair gets gray very early. Eat eggs. spinach, lean meat, and especially liver. Any one in good health who eats a generous serving Of lean meat dally and at least four eggs a week is not likely to suffer for the want of iron in the diet. Eating foods with iron helps you to be pretty. Vegetables are equally important for beauty, minerals and vitamins. You hear much about night blindness. It's a eye disease. People with night blindness can't see very well at night. This is especially important for people driving or working at night. The chances are accidents, and you can hardly be pretty all scarred up. The lack of vitamin A in butter, cream, whole milk, egg yolks and green and yellow vegetables causes night blindness. Eat some of them raw. Vegetables contain roughage, and roughage, is the part of food you don't digest. Why should you eat roughage, when you can't digest it? It does seem silly, but it's true. You should eat it to help eliminate wasteproducts in the body. Good elimination is essential for good health and good looks — especially a clear skin and a pleasing expression. Eat the peelings or skins of fresh raw fruit and vegetables. If more people would eat foods this way, the laxative manufacturers would have less business. Why buy laxatives when you get the same substances naturally in food. There are other substances in fruit that help you, too. A long time ago a doctor did some experimenting with sailors who went on long voyages. They developed scurvy — their gums got sore, their teeth fell out and their joints got so sore they couldn't walk. The sick sailors were given lime juice each day. Soon they recovered. Now if you want to wear an attractive smile, eat fruit — especially grapefruit and oranges. You need muscle food, too, to make you pretty—meat, fish, poultry and cheese. Not that you want to be the strong woman in a circus, or a lady wrestler, or even a Maggie with Jiggs, but you would like to swim well, dance gracefully maybe, play tennis and have strength left with which to do your house work. Most of these activities require muscles. So eat your meat — it helps! In spite of the Lone Ranger, Sky King or Superman, the nest breakfast cereal is rolled oats. It's whole grain or enriched cereals that effeet your disposition — keep you from being nervous, cross and jumpy. Eating cereal will really help you have a sunny disposition. If you wish to remain slender, keep a speaking acquaintance only with starches and sweets. You need not eat a pint of ice cream, an average serving will do. It takes a whole lot of exercising to get rid of overeating. You would take one hour of steady dancing to check off a piece of layer cake: and it takes a half-hour of bicycling to burn up a soft drink. Whether it's you or others — slim, plump or just right, follow the "Guide to Good Eating" and you will be: As cooly refreshing as a dish of ice, cream. As crisp as a head of lettuce, As sweet as a banana. As self-contained as an egg. As sharp as a piece of cheese. As dependable as a loaf of bread. And as smooth as butter. MART OF THOUGHT Days are common, all alike, like beads on a string — and then there comes one which is different. It begins like every other day; the same routine with minor annoyances and notes of cheer. The Sun shines just as brightly, and all is well — until the telephone rings. Perhaps it has rung several times before but this time you know that it will be bad news. You slowly lift the receiver and in one cataclysmic moment a tornado strikes in the storm of your life. The telephone has brought pleasant news too of course — an invitation out for an evening of fun an emergency call, that saved a life, a jackpot of prizes won or a loved one just calling to say 'hello' but along with this good news it has been the conveyance of more unpleasant news than any other method of communication. Ill news that ordinarily would take hours or days is so speedy now. There is something ominous about the little black instrument. Nice that they do them in color too. Friendships are broken via telephone. Something sad about a broken friendship, especially one without explanation. Just a telephone call severing the tie. Most connections are made seconds after the number is dialed and we accept it so matter-of-factly but the switchboard is the setting of much behind the scene drama. Just such as that which occurred late one afternoon not too long age when a man from upstate New York went to Manhattan for treatment from an oculist. Leaving the office he entered a drugstore and had his prescription filled, several hours later the pharmacist discovered that the man had picked up the wrong bo. He hurriedly checked the prescription then phoned the doctor who had written it, and explained what had happened. The doctor knew that he had instructed the patient to use the treatment Just before retiring and the medicine he carried, if used as eye drops, would render him totally and permanently sightless, maybe death. He knew the address of the patient so he placed a call to his hometown. It was a remote town in the Catskills with a peculiar partyline system common to that vicinity. After about an hour the operator finally reached the man's home only to be told that he was spending the night at a hotel somewhere in New York City. There are nearly five hundred hotels in N. Y. C. but when the gravity of the situation was learned, the operator was placed on special detail and proceeded to call one after the other. To further com plicate the matter the patient had After more than three hundred calls and several shifts of operators the right hotel was contacted — but John Smith of Avon. N. Y. had checked out thirty minutes before. It was about nine-thirty then and all hope was abandoned when the desk clerk called to say that a bellhop had heard the man say that he was going to spend the night with his sister. Another call was placed to Avon to get the sister's phone number but the wife did not know it. However she did know her name. The alert operator secured the num ber and the curtain descended on the drama when the sister listened to a quick explanation on the telephone and ran through the bedroom into the bathroom where the man stood with one hand poised in midair to discharge the lethal drops into his eyes. Afraid to cry out for fear of frightening him into squeezing the vacuum, she knocked the dropper and bottle from his hands into the basin. The man looked sadly at the liquid flowing own the drain and said rather dejectedly "Oh Sister, my eyes, My Eyes!" To which she replied with relief "Thank God, you stilt have them." The next time you are impatient, with an operator because she is a little slow to ring or answer you call, remember that she is there to give you service and she is a friend as close as your fingertip. Isn't America a wonderful country, where so much time and effort will be expended to save the eyesight of on of its citizens? I must admit that the man was not a Negro and probably would not happen to save you or me. But I am sure you will agree that it was a fine gesture an that democracy is a fine thing if it would just work for all people. BE AWARE Be aware of the happenings given by the Student Council oh April 20. You will hear more about it on and on. OXIDINE RELIEVES MALARIAL MISERY because It is a SPECIFIC TREATMENT for the REAL CAUSE of aches and points in back, and chills and fever due to Malaria. You can get OXIDINE of your drug Store. Regular size 75c, large economy size $1.25. CRAZY WATER CO., INC., W. Te By: ELIZABETH DALY Copyright,1950, by Elizabeth Daly Distributed by King Features Syndicate "What was Mrs. Deane Coldfield's first name! Something fatal—Lorelel" Gamadge asked. "Serene." "What? No! Wonderful. Serene, fatal and terrible." "It was an old family name, I believe. You really must see the portrait; the bonnet, the bustle and the parasol. And that smile." "You must see Garthwain's." "Oh. I often have; Olympian." "Have you ever seen his wife's? She had a bonnet, and a bustle, and a parasol, too. But—it doesn't seem fair." "I didn't think I should ever be laughing at all this." "Best thing in the world for you, but we must get back to the grimmer side of It again before we drop it for tonight. Who among the Coldfields needed a substantial sum of money about a year, ago? The deal was swung in England last March." "I don't know. I do know that none of them went abroad." "Remember that we've definitely decided on an agent. And what a trusted one! Who among the Coldfields may have needed money? You always look uncomfortable when you're deceiving me," said Gamadge. "I can find out by elimination. Ames? He's living, on an annuity and they don't stretch. Not Ames, you think." "Mr. Garnadge, how can I guess wildly?" "Easy, Let's see—Ira isn't making much money, and he's in a business where money is always welcome. Doesn't fill the bill? Too much family piety?" "I can't imagine Ira—" "Susan is marrying all kinds of money—" "And they give her everything." "Your sister-in-law; not a Coldfield, and she leads her own life. Can she do that on her housekeeping allowance? Ah, she's the one." "It's only that she's always complaining about wanting more, but she wouldn't know anything about those letters. She hasn't the knowledge, or the interest—" "Never underrate the frivolous. They can do things that would amaze you. Well, I'm inclined to agree with you—that's a dead end for the present" Now about the poisonings—and I may remark that it was splendid news for the poisoner, that you'd come home from Dalgren's to accuse someone unspecified of homicidal mania You didn't know a thing. I bet the poisoner would have been glad to take your word and let you go, but couldn't step out of line to say so. About the poisonings: I suppose you've been over ' that ground again and again." "Yea, Everything." "So there's no means of knowing who dispensed the stuff the first time? Or the night of the attempt on you?" "No, none at all. I left Glen with Ma light on, in bed readingThe lemonade was in a glass on his bedside table, and anybody could have come in to say goodnight." "And kindly put his capsule into the glass for him, and added the three others?" "I suppose so." "How about that soup of yours?" "The kitchen-maid left the tray in the hall, and went back downstairs to get something she'd forgotten. She told me so. She Isn't very good at trays, she only obliges on Agnes's day off." "And that's a dead end too." He got up, locked the envelope to a file, and came back to hold out his hand. "Forget it till tomorrow." She took his hand and let him help her to her feet. "Forget Mark Garthwain and Grandmother Goldfield?" "You have my permission to think of them," said Gamadge, "and I shall probably meet them in my dreams. Aren't you feeling as I am—a little weighed down by this top secret?. I am, I can tell you. Four people know it: you and I and the murderer, and the agent. That agent. Well, we'll leave him until tomorrow, but I wish I had information sufficient to allow, me to get him out of bed." "Wouldn't he be in England?" "Oh, no he's an intimate trusted friend. He's here." Junior, yawning and stretching, followed them out of the office. But he went into his act as soon as they reached the hall, and bounded in front of them up the stairs. "He doesn't really like the elevator," said Garnadge. "He all but catches himself in the door. We let him think it's out of commission." Miss Mullins the nursery governess had had too many employers—most of them fairly young people, of course—to be surprised when she found. Mrs. Gamadge and guest in Miss Mullins" chintzhung, room on. Friday morning, letting down the hem of one or Mrs. Gamadge's dresses. She wasn't surprised when Mrs. Gamadge casually told her that Mrs. Coldfield's bags hadn't come. When Mr. Gamadge came in and took Mrs. Coldfield's fingerprints, and then wiped her fingers off with cleaning tissue and gasoline. Miss Mullins didn't, bat an eye. The Gamadges were very nice, and it didn't matter, to Miss Mul lins that they ate their meals wherever they happened to sit down and treated their animals like people." The little, boy seemed normal. She assured Mrs. Coldfield that she had a very comfortable cot in the nursery and she helped with the letdown nem: pressed it with her electric tron. "Those, black suede pumps will do," said Mrs. Gamadge, "and you could wear my little black hat." After a while Mr. Gamadge came Back. He said. "Just as I thought. Junior might as well have taken a polishing-mitt to it." "Don't put all the blame on him," protested Mrs. Coldfield. "I did ray share. But you didn't— you never touched it except by the edges, even when it was on the floor." "He's conditioned," said Mrs. Gamadge. "He can't pick up a piece of paper normally any more. He can hardly deals pack of cards." When Miss Mullins had gone out of the room. Clara said, "We're going out now to try hotels." "I'm on my way too. Back for lunch? I'll need my cliem's assistance this afternoon." "Take the car." said Clara. "We'll do better on foot." Half an hour later Gamadge climbed the stairs to Hall's place of business. Albert cose to greet him, looking anxious. "It's all right," Gamadge assured, him. "No chance of any trouble now." That's good: but I think he's forgotten about it anyway." Albert pushed open one of the folding-doors: J. Hall was having his elevenses, coffee and a bun: he looked around the back of his chair. "This time," said Gamadges, "I only want some information." "And why must I supply it?" asked Hall testily. "Because you're in the book and manuscript trade, and you're an Englishman." "I've only been naturalized forty years, that's so." Gamadge laughed. He came and sat down on the leather chair opposite Hall, and lighted a cigaret"I'm very much interested in the Garthwain discovery." "Oh indeed?" Hall stared. "Only now? It's been no secret for months." "You see? No secret to you. but I'm still-gaping since I read Ranley's article in the " Albert came in and found it to a tottering heap of pamphlets and catalogues. Then he went out, closed the doors behind him, and could be heard tapping faintly on a typewriter. CHAPTER FIFTEEN By: ELIZABETH DALY Copyright,1950, by Elizabeth Daly Distributed by King Features Syndicate "What was Mrs. Deane Coldfield's first name! Something fatal—Lorelel" Gamadge asked. "Serene." "What? No! Wonderful. Serene, fatal and terrible." "It was an old family name, I believe. You really must see the portrait; the bonnet, the bustle and the parasol. And that smile." "You must see Garthwain's." "Oh. I often have; Olympian." "Have you ever seen his wife's? She had a bonnet, and a bustle, and a parasol, too. But—it doesn't seem fair." "I didn't think I should ever be laughing at all this." "Best thing in the world for you, but we must get back to the grimmer side of It again before we drop it for tonight. Who among the Coldfields needed a substantial sum of money about a year, ago? The deal was swung in England last March." "I don't know. I do know that none of them went abroad." "Remember that we've definitely decided on an agent. And what a trusted one! Who among the Coldfields may have needed money? You always look uncomfortable when you're deceiving me," said Gamadge. "I can find out by elimination. Ames? He's living, on an annuity and they don't stretch. Not Ames, you think." "Mr. Garnadge, how can I guess wildly?" "Easy, Let's see—Ira isn't making much money, and he's in a business where money is always welcome. Doesn't fill the bill? Too much family piety?" "I can't imagine Ira—" "Susan is marrying all kinds of money—" "And they give her everything." "Your sister-in-law; not a Coldfield, and she leads her own life. Can she do that on her housekeeping allowance? Ah, she's the one." "It's only that she's always complaining about wanting more, but she wouldn't know anything about those letters. She hasn't the knowledge, or the interest—" "Never underrate the frivolous. They can do things that would amaze you. Well, I'm inclined to agree with you—that's a dead end for the present" Now about the poisonings—and I may remark that it was splendid news for the poisoner, that you'd come home from Dalgren's to accuse someone unspecified of homicidal mania You didn't know a thing. I bet the poisoner would have been glad to take your word and let you go, but couldn't step out of line to say so. About the poisonings: I suppose you've been over ' that ground again and again." "Yea, Everything." "So there's no means of knowing who dispensed the stuff the first time? Or the night of the attempt on you?" "No, none at all. I left Glen with Ma light on, in bed readingThe lemonade was in a glass on his bedside table, and anybody could have come in to say goodnight." "And kindly put his capsule into the glass for him, and added the three others?" "I suppose so." "How about that soup of yours?" "The kitchen-maid left the tray in the hall, and went back downstairs to get something she'd forgotten. She told me so. She Isn't very good at trays, she only obliges on Agnes's day off." "And that's a dead end too." He got up, locked the envelope to a file, and came back to hold out his hand. "Forget it till tomorrow." She took his hand and let him help her to her feet. "Forget Mark Garthwain and Grandmother Goldfield?" "You have my permission to think of them," said Gamadge, "and I shall probably meet them in my dreams. Aren't you feeling as I am—a little weighed down by this top secret?. I am, I can tell you. Four people know it: you and I and the murderer, and the agent. That agent. Well, we'll leave him until tomorrow, but I wish I had information sufficient to allow, me to get him out of bed." "Wouldn't he be in England?" "Oh, no he's an intimate trusted friend. He's here." Junior, yawning and stretching, followed them out of the office. But he went into his act as soon as they reached the hall, and bounded in front of them up the stairs. "He doesn't really like the elevator," said Garnadge. "He all but catches himself in the door. We let him think it's out of commission." Miss Mullins the nursery governess had had too many employers—most of them fairly young people, of course—to be surprised when she found. Mrs. Gamadge and guest in Miss Mullins" chintzhung, room on. Friday morning, letting down the hem of one or Mrs. Gamadge's dresses. She wasn't surprised when Mrs. Gamadge casually told her that Mrs. Coldfield's bags hadn't come. When Mr. Gamadge came in and took Mrs. Coldfield's fingerprints, and then wiped her fingers off with cleaning tissue and gasoline. Miss Mullins didn't, bat an eye. The Gamadges were very nice, and it didn't matter, to Miss Mul lins that they ate their meals wherever they happened to sit down and treated their animals like people." The little, boy seemed normal. She assured Mrs. Coldfield that she had a very comfortable cot in the nursery and she helped with the letdown nem: pressed it with her electric tron. "Those, black suede pumps will do," said Mrs. Gamadge, "and you could wear my little black hat." After a while Mr. Gamadge came Back. He said. "Just as I thought. Junior might as well have taken a polishing-mitt to it." "Don't put all the blame on him," protested Mrs. Coldfield. "I did ray share. But you didn't— you never touched it except by the edges, even when it was on the floor." "He's conditioned," said Mrs. Gamadge. "He can't pick up a piece of paper normally any more. He can hardly deals pack of cards." When Miss Mullins had gone out of the room. Clara said, "We're going out now to try hotels." "I'm on my way too. Back for lunch? I'll need my cliem's assistance this afternoon." "Take the car." said Clara. "We'll do better on foot." Half an hour later Gamadge climbed the stairs to Hall's place of business. Albert cose to greet him, looking anxious. "It's all right," Gamadge assured, him. "No chance of any trouble now." That's good: but I think he's forgotten about it anyway." Albert pushed open one of the folding-doors: J. Hall was having his elevenses, coffee and a bun: he looked around the back of his chair. "This time," said Gamadges, "I only want some information." "And why must I supply it?" asked Hall testily. "Because you're in the book and manuscript trade, and you're an Englishman." "I've only been naturalized forty years, that's so." Gamadge laughed. He came and sat down on the leather chair opposite Hall, and lighted a cigaret"I'm very much interested in the Garthwain discovery." "Oh indeed?" Hall stared. "Only now? It's been no secret for months." "You see? No secret to you. but I'm still-gaping since I read Ranley's article in the " Albert came in and found it to a tottering heap of pamphlets and catalogues. Then he went out, closed the doors behind him, and could be heard tapping faintly on a typewriter. HEADLINES & BYLINES By SILAS P. WASHINGTON "Two teen deed boarding school students waylaid their superintend ent last night and shot him to death, then hunted out a school chum they accused of tattling and killed him. "Powell, who Was orphaned at three years of age when his father killed his mother and then committed suicide, said his room-mate angered him by reporting slight rule Infractions to the superintendent." A news item in the March 14 issue of THE KNOXVILLE JOURNAL. I left Memphis on the Tennessean I. on Tuesday for Newport. R. night, Mar. is 13 As a custom of traveling, some of the male passengers met in the smoking room and began conversing with each other. Just as I approached them the group say something interesting. This particular person, that is, the one who was speaking) was saying that he had a pretty good idea about the source of juvenile Delinquency. That caused me to to stop and listen. He had been a student at A. and I. State College at Nashville, he related, and was also a member of student group which has investigated a specific number of actual cases of the evil mentioned. In every case that the guilty individual came from a disorganized home. His conclusion was that the disorganized home was the cause of juvenile delinquency. At that point Interrupted with the observation that I felt that his conclusion was a little too sweeping; that although I was in accord with, the high positive correlation between juvenile delinquency and the disorganized home. I could not wholly believe that such a relationship could completely justify the statement that the disorganized home is the sole cause of the evil. He finally agreed with that, but Bald that he contended that you will generally and a disorganized home wherever you find a case of juvenile delinquency. This young man, who was Ancerson J. Petty, Jr., of Moulton, Alabama was on his way home. Then too, he had seen service over seas. Also present was Mr. W. S Ford, the porter on the train. He is an "old-timer" on that run; and we had conversed with each other many times before. In addition, there were, present two soldiers One was Pvt. Douglas Cameron of the 254th Truck Co., Camp Pickett. Va. The other was Cpl. Samuel Lee of Memphis, enroute to Fort Meade in Maryland. Private Douglas Cameron was born in Texas, and was returning from a furlough home. He was obviously quite young and had not been in the service too long. He said that his mother was a school tach er. Corporal Lee carried a pass which stated that he was proficient in both maintenance and operation of the 16mm. and 35mm. sound projectors listed. And, those entered were: Ampro, Bell and the R. C. A. Victor. Also listed were: SVE film strip projectors und reproducers. Lee's credentials were so interesting that I asked how he began his career in the audio visual field. He gave the credit to Mr. Barrasso of the Palace Theatre on Beale Avenue. As things stand now, this young man seems to have a very good setup In army with considerable opportunity to earn extra money on the outside as well. In fact, he re-entered the army because of life Tack of opportunity in civilian life. He has been a sergeant, out was "busted" for some minor irregularity; most likely, he will get his rating back soon. Now back, to our main idea. At the time that Petty made his observation concerning juvenile delinquency I produced our latest copy of the WORLD calling attention to my article on the evils of divorce and indicating that our conversation was lined with disorganized homes. Then Petty, Mr. Ford, and Corporal Lee read the article. All said that it was apropos and a good article as well. Quite naturally, I was grateful for those remarks. Mr. Ford added "I have read other articles of yours also." This congenial relationship lasted as long as we ware together. It may seem strange; yet, all of us seemed like old acquaintances by the time we had to part. Also, all on the trip expressed a desire of seeing one another again soon. There was also present a Mrs. Bonner, wife of a former Washington WARRIOR gridiron star and sister in law of Mr. Walter Bon ner, a former football star of LeMoyne College. Even more of a coincidence to me was the appearance of the above news item in the next morning's edition of THE KNOXVILLE JOURNAL. Keep in mind the fact that we concluded, the night before that a disorganized home Almost invariably accompanied every case of juvenile delinquency. It was therefore rather significant to me to see that one of the teen age murderers was orphaned at an early age as a consequence of a disorganized home. * A new way of living! 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