Memphis World Memphis World Publishing Co. 1958-04-12 Thaddeus T. Stokes MEMPHIS WORLD AMERICAN'S STANDARD RACE JOURNAL The South's Oldest and Leading Colored Semi-Weekly Newspaper Published by MEMPHIS WORLD PUBLISHING CO. Every WEDNESDAY and SATURDAY at 546 BEALE — Ph. JA. 6-4030 Member of SCOTT NEWSPAPER SYNDICATE W. A. Scott, II, Founder; C. A. Scott General Manager Entered in the Post Office at Memphis, Tenn., as second-class mail under the Act of Congress, March 1, 1870 THADDEUS T. STOKES Managing Editor SMITH FLEMING Circulation Manager SUBSCRIPTION RATES: Year $5.00 — 6 Months $3.00 — 3 Months $1.50 (In Advance) The MEMPHIS WORLD is an independent newspaper — non-sectarian and non-partisan, printing news unbiasedly and supporting those things it believes to be of interest to its readers and opposing those things against the interest of its readers. Three Years Of Salk Vaccine Just three years ago this April the Salk vaccine was officially pronounced safe and effective and licensed for use by the U. S. Government. Since then, the polio picture in this country has undergone a radical change. Before the Salk vaccine we struggled with an erratic but mounting series of polio epidemics that reached their peak in 1952 with 57,897 cases. Last year, owing to widespread vaccinations; the number dropped to 5,894. By this time it is clear that the Salk vaccine, developed on grants from the National Foundation for Infantile Paralysis, is one of the triumphant milestones in the history of modern medical science. What, in the meantime, has happened to vaccination? The first year it was given mainly to grade school children —some 10 million of them. The second year it was made available to young persons up to 20 and expectant mothers, and some 35 million were injected. Last year a crash vaccination program directed at all persons under 40 added 20 million more, making a total of 65 million. A big job done in a remarkably short time. But not good enough. For Basil O'Connor, president of the National Foundation for Infantile Paralysis, warns us that, with 46 million Americans still unvaccinated, we may still have polio epidemics next summer. The answer? There is enough vaccine for everybody now, regardless of age. It's painless. It's inexpensive. It's effective protection against a lifetime of paralysis. We Can Count On The Weeklies The American Press states that: '... the continuation of country weeklies is one of the few things we can count upon in this troubled world." Here are some of the reasons why: People who read metropolitan dailies do so as a matter of duty in order to get the "big news." But, if they live in a suburban town or rural areas, they read their country weekly because they want to. It gives the local stories that mean something to their lives. Respected weeklies have survived every crisis which ever hit this country because merchants in small towns will continue to advertise in their local weekly come depression or prosperity. It is a sure way of bringing in customers. Circulation of weeklies is going up because there are more people living in the suburbs and in the country. Big city papers are doing well to keep even. More and more weeklies are being published successfully right in the heart of metropolitan cities to fill the insatiable demand of people for local and neighborhood news and advertisements of neighborhood stores. The nation's thousands of hometown newspapers are heading for their biggest period of growth, influence and responsibility. They are champions of the idea that the individual must own property and get ahead according to his ability in a free economy to retain the priceless right of political self determination under a representative form of government. The free press is our best defense against tyranny. Springtime Clean Up Time Every housewife welcomes the season when there is sufficient warmth for opening up the house for a breath of fresh air and the welcoming in of the balmy sunshine. This has been a long and eventful winter; practically ever since the late November days we have had here in the South a continuous winter. Now that the days of Spring are here, the duster, the broom and the paint brush might be enlisted in a general cleanup plan. Already among some of the housing projects there have been organized special volunteer cleanup squads. Some called them "the paper packing business," squads originally designed to pick up waste paper which creates unseemly sights about the premises. Now these squads have widened into general cleanup agencies which will inquire into the whole of making the premises more wholesome and inviting by giving them a face-lift in cleaning. In almost every neighborhood heavy investments have been made in home improvement; the populace has been alerted to making their particular portion of the settlement one of beauty. Flowers and shrubbery have been placed appropriately about the grounds and as the first tokens of jonquils and daffodils take their leave, the azaleas, roses and dogwoods are not far behind. So, make this and every week a cleanup week; make some improvement about your quarter if it's just a bucket full of paint. Every neighbor owes it to the neighborhood to invest in flowers, shrubbery and shade trees. To live in a fine community is an asset and there is a duty incumbent upon those who enjoy this facility to make a natural contribution in landscape, planting of flowers and shrubbery. Yes, at last it is spring; catch the step and do your part by the community in which you live by assisting in a general face-lifting program meant for all the people, even those who pass along your way. WISHING WELL Registered U. S. Patent Office. H is a pleasant little game that will give you a message every day. It is a numerical puzzle designed to spell out your fortune. Count the letters in your first name. If the number of letters is 6 or more, subtract 4. If the number is less than 6, add 3. The result is your key number. Start at the upper left-hand corner of the rectangle and check every one of your key numbers, left to right. Then read the message the letters under the checked figures give you. Things You Should Know E. Simms CAMPBELL BORN IN ST. LOUIS, EDUCATED IN CHICAGO—WHILE ATTENDING ENGLEWOOD H.S., HE WON A CONTEST OF NEWSPAPER CARTOONS! HE WORKED IN THE POST OFFICE AND AS A DINING CAR WAITER TO PAY FOR HIS FURTHER EDUCATION AT LEWIS INSTITUTE, UNIV. OF CHICAGO AND CHICAGO ART INSTITUTE! TODAY HE IS CELEBRATE, ACCOMPLISHED AND ONE OF THE WORLD'S MOST WIDELY-SYNDICATED ARTISTS! CONTINENTAL FEATURES— BETWEEN THE LINES The writer was thrilled when our nation launched its second satellite. There was a surge of patriotism to feel that our country was not going to let the space race go by default. It was gratifying to have the assurance that we too have the know-how in this pressing matter of conquering space, a matter that will grow graver as time flies on. But when we consider the size of the satellite we launched, which weighed merely three and a quarter pounds, and that of the Russians, which weighed 112 pounds, we are not a little depressed. If the difference in weight, is even a rough measure of the difference In knowhow, we have reasons to be seriously concerned. Apparently, we are behind in the air missile race and the great question demands seriousness and weighty answers. More than once has the writer wondered if it is possible for democracy to keep pace with a dictatorship. In a democracy politics must be played over every vital issue. Let us take the current recession. The Republicans are minimizing the depressed economic state of the nation and insist on calling it a mere "recession" even though there are signs that it parallels the status of our country in 1929 when the proverbial bottom dropped out of things. Only the coming of a Franklin Delano Roosevelt saved the country from chaos and disaster. Unfortunately, we have no Franklin D. Roosevelt on the political horizon, as of now.... And so the Republicans are minimizing the critical situation and President Eisenhower's political line sounds distressingly like that of Hoover on the brink of a near national disaster. On the other hand the Democrats are making matters look as bad as possible. They are bent on capitalizing on the serious situation to make sure that the Democrats send another president to the White House. It is difficult to know just what the truth of the matter is As politics is being played with the economic situation facing the nation, so it is being played in the matter of school integration. It is difficult to know just what men think on the matter, so prone are they to let their honest opinions be submerged in political interests. As this column has emphasized on many occasions, there are many offices being offered to those who favor segregation; and the great game of politics means nothing unless it can get men elected. The segregationists of the South are really sitting pretty for in the game of politics they are on the inside of political affairs. It is going to take a power-not seen at present-to dislodge the segregationists. Politicians of the South will advocate segregation as long as it guarantees their election to public office. That is the great game of politics. But the import of this release is to stimulate the question. What will Russia do with the world and to the world while we are playing politics? If a thing needs doing in Russia it is so ordered. Strangely enough even in our democracy we employ dictator methods in the crisis. In war times centralized power seems to be the answer and so we empower our President to act with dictatorial powers-and we usually get the job. done. As soon as the emergency passes, we return to the decentralization of power while the dictators keep their powers indefinitely. With culture cycles getting shorter and with the world being conditioned by electronics the question may well be asked is there not a perpetual emergency in the land that demands the perpetual centralization of powers after some formula. It is doubtful whether a country of decentralized powers can compete with one of centralized powers. When Russia amps out of a decimation by the Russian armies in World War II, when she was wellnigh blotted out and assumes the scientific ascendancy in so short a a time under a dictatorship, it is high time that we consider whether we can afford the luxury of playing politics when our national survival is at stake. In the last analysis it is not what we want to do, or like to do, but what we MUST do to be saved. Playing Politics The writer was thrilled when our nation launched its second satellite. There was a surge of patriotism to feel that our country was not going to let the space race go by default. It was gratifying to have the assurance that we too have the know-how in this pressing matter of conquering space, a matter that will grow graver as time flies on. But when we consider the size of the satellite we launched, which weighed merely three and a quarter pounds, and that of the Russians, which weighed 112 pounds, we are not a little depressed. If the difference in weight, is even a rough measure of the difference In knowhow, we have reasons to be seriously concerned. Apparently, we are behind in the air missile race and the great question demands seriousness and weighty answers. More than once has the writer wondered if it is possible for democracy to keep pace with a dictatorship. In a democracy politics must be played over every vital issue. Let us take the current recession. The Republicans are minimizing the depressed economic state of the nation and insist on calling it a mere "recession" even though there are signs that it parallels the status of our country in 1929 when the proverbial bottom dropped out of things. Only the coming of a Franklin Delano Roosevelt saved the country from chaos and disaster. Unfortunately, we have no Franklin D. Roosevelt on the political horizon, as of now.... And so the Republicans are minimizing the critical situation and President Eisenhower's political line sounds distressingly like that of Hoover on the brink of a near national disaster. On the other hand the Democrats are making matters look as bad as possible. They are bent on capitalizing on the serious situation to make sure that the Democrats send another president to the White House. It is difficult to know just what the truth of the matter is As politics is being played with the economic situation facing the nation, so it is being played in the matter of school integration. It is difficult to know just what men think on the matter, so prone are they to let their honest opinions be submerged in political interests. As this column has emphasized on many occasions, there are many offices being offered to those who favor segregation; and the great game of politics means nothing unless it can get men elected. The segregationists of the South are really sitting pretty for in the game of politics they are on the inside of political affairs. It is going to take a power-not seen at present-to dislodge the segregationists. Politicians of the South will advocate segregation as long as it guarantees their election to public office. That is the great game of politics. But the import of this release is to stimulate the question. What will Russia do with the world and to the world while we are playing politics? If a thing needs doing in Russia it is so ordered. Strangely enough even in our democracy we employ dictator methods in the crisis. In war times centralized power seems to be the answer and so we empower our President to act with dictatorial powers-and we usually get the job. done. As soon as the emergency passes, we return to the decentralization of power while the dictators keep their powers indefinitely. With culture cycles getting shorter and with the world being conditioned by electronics the question may well be asked is there not a perpetual emergency in the land that demands the perpetual centralization of powers after some formula. It is doubtful whether a country of decentralized powers can compete with one of centralized powers. When Russia amps out of a decimation by the Russian armies in World War II, when she was wellnigh blotted out and assumes the scientific ascendancy in so short a a time under a dictatorship, it is high time that we consider whether we can afford the luxury of playing politics when our national survival is at stake. In the last analysis it is not what we want to do, or like to do, but what we MUST do to be saved. NO ROOSEVELT ON HORIZON The writer was thrilled when our nation launched its second satellite. There was a surge of patriotism to feel that our country was not going to let the space race go by default. It was gratifying to have the assurance that we too have the know-how in this pressing matter of conquering space, a matter that will grow graver as time flies on. But when we consider the size of the satellite we launched, which weighed merely three and a quarter pounds, and that of the Russians, which weighed 112 pounds, we are not a little depressed. If the difference in weight, is even a rough measure of the difference In knowhow, we have reasons to be seriously concerned. Apparently, we are behind in the air missile race and the great question demands seriousness and weighty answers. More than once has the writer wondered if it is possible for democracy to keep pace with a dictatorship. In a democracy politics must be played over every vital issue. Let us take the current recession. The Republicans are minimizing the depressed economic state of the nation and insist on calling it a mere "recession" even though there are signs that it parallels the status of our country in 1929 when the proverbial bottom dropped out of things. Only the coming of a Franklin Delano Roosevelt saved the country from chaos and disaster. Unfortunately, we have no Franklin D. Roosevelt on the political horizon, as of now.... And so the Republicans are minimizing the critical situation and President Eisenhower's political line sounds distressingly like that of Hoover on the brink of a near national disaster. On the other hand the Democrats are making matters look as bad as possible. They are bent on capitalizing on the serious situation to make sure that the Democrats send another president to the White House. It is difficult to know just what the truth of the matter is As politics is being played with the economic situation facing the nation, so it is being played in the matter of school integration. It is difficult to know just what men think on the matter, so prone are they to let their honest opinions be submerged in political interests. As this column has emphasized on many occasions, there are many offices being offered to those who favor segregation; and the great game of politics means nothing unless it can get men elected. The segregationists of the South are really sitting pretty for in the game of politics they are on the inside of political affairs. It is going to take a power-not seen at present-to dislodge the segregationists. Politicians of the South will advocate segregation as long as it guarantees their election to public office. That is the great game of politics. But the import of this release is to stimulate the question. What will Russia do with the world and to the world while we are playing politics? If a thing needs doing in Russia it is so ordered. Strangely enough even in our democracy we employ dictator methods in the crisis. In war times centralized power seems to be the answer and so we empower our President to act with dictatorial powers-and we usually get the job. done. As soon as the emergency passes, we return to the decentralization of power while the dictators keep their powers indefinitely. With culture cycles getting shorter and with the world being conditioned by electronics the question may well be asked is there not a perpetual emergency in the land that demands the perpetual centralization of powers after some formula. It is doubtful whether a country of decentralized powers can compete with one of centralized powers. When Russia amps out of a decimation by the Russian armies in World War II, when she was wellnigh blotted out and assumes the scientific ascendancy in so short a a time under a dictatorship, it is high time that we consider whether we can afford the luxury of playing politics when our national survival is at stake. In the last analysis it is not what we want to do, or like to do, but what we MUST do to be saved. THE GREAT GONE The writer was thrilled when our nation launched its second satellite. There was a surge of patriotism to feel that our country was not going to let the space race go by default. It was gratifying to have the assurance that we too have the know-how in this pressing matter of conquering space, a matter that will grow graver as time flies on. But when we consider the size of the satellite we launched, which weighed merely three and a quarter pounds, and that of the Russians, which weighed 112 pounds, we are not a little depressed. If the difference in weight, is even a rough measure of the difference In knowhow, we have reasons to be seriously concerned. Apparently, we are behind in the air missile race and the great question demands seriousness and weighty answers. More than once has the writer wondered if it is possible for democracy to keep pace with a dictatorship. In a democracy politics must be played over every vital issue. Let us take the current recession. The Republicans are minimizing the depressed economic state of the nation and insist on calling it a mere "recession" even though there are signs that it parallels the status of our country in 1929 when the proverbial bottom dropped out of things. Only the coming of a Franklin Delano Roosevelt saved the country from chaos and disaster. Unfortunately, we have no Franklin D. Roosevelt on the political horizon, as of now.... And so the Republicans are minimizing the critical situation and President Eisenhower's political line sounds distressingly like that of Hoover on the brink of a near national disaster. On the other hand the Democrats are making matters look as bad as possible. They are bent on capitalizing on the serious situation to make sure that the Democrats send another president to the White House. It is difficult to know just what the truth of the matter is As politics is being played with the economic situation facing the nation, so it is being played in the matter of school integration. It is difficult to know just what men think on the matter, so prone are they to let their honest opinions be submerged in political interests. As this column has emphasized on many occasions, there are many offices being offered to those who favor segregation; and the great game of politics means nothing unless it can get men elected. The segregationists of the South are really sitting pretty for in the game of politics they are on the inside of political affairs. It is going to take a power-not seen at present-to dislodge the segregationists. Politicians of the South will advocate segregation as long as it guarantees their election to public office. That is the great game of politics. But the import of this release is to stimulate the question. What will Russia do with the world and to the world while we are playing politics? If a thing needs doing in Russia it is so ordered. Strangely enough even in our democracy we employ dictator methods in the crisis. In war times centralized power seems to be the answer and so we empower our President to act with dictatorial powers-and we usually get the job. done. As soon as the emergency passes, we return to the decentralization of power while the dictators keep their powers indefinitely. With culture cycles getting shorter and with the world being conditioned by electronics the question may well be asked is there not a perpetual emergency in the land that demands the perpetual centralization of powers after some formula. It is doubtful whether a country of decentralized powers can compete with one of centralized powers. When Russia amps out of a decimation by the Russian armies in World War II, when she was wellnigh blotted out and assumes the scientific ascendancy in so short a a time under a dictatorship, it is high time that we consider whether we can afford the luxury of playing politics when our national survival is at stake. In the last analysis it is not what we want to do, or like to do, but what we MUST do to be saved. Claflin Appoints second semester include Dr. George W. Hunter, who is a consultant to the Division of Natural Science, and Dr. LO Shu Fu, professor in the Department of social Science. A graduate of Lincoln University and Columbia University, Dr. Hunter received his doctorate from Pennsylvania State University. Dr. Fu received her M.A. degree from the National Peking University in China, and earned the Ph.D. degree at Chicago University. Miss Laura E. Jenkins, secretary to the Dean, received her A. B. degree from Clark College, Atlanta, Ga. Recession onto the air as often as the television companies would let me on. I would keep it Up until I would have the United States understanding that it is their pocketbook, first of all; more han that, it is their safety." The President said grimly: "I don't care just who is against this thing. It just happens I have got a little bit more experience in military organization and the direction of unified forces than anyone else on the active list." The President said that the continued climb of prices despite mounting unemployment "is not an extraordinary phenomenon" but a normal "part of the business cycle." He commented, however, that "it is a thing which you would hope would not be occurring." Church Segregation's A Baptist church in Rocky Mount, N. C., says Esquire, has taken the ultimate step by declaring itself to be a segregated church now and forever. A section of its constitution has been rewritten to read: "The membership of this church shall be composed of white persons who have given evidence of regeneration..." Dr. Shrader quotes a prominent Lutheran: "Our responsibility is preaching the word and offering them (colored people) salvation. It is not our responsibility to cat with them or to sit with them or to worship with them." An Episcopal vestryman: "This race question is merely one more facet of the Communist inspired plan to undermine our nation." The Yale professor says the race issue has created three distinct classes of ministers: 1. Those who interpret compulsory segregation not only as the correct social custom, but as being blessed by the Christian faith. This class is definitely in the minority. 2. Ministers who believe that segregation violates human dignity as well as the spirit of Christ, and who, believing this, have proclaimed it from their pulpits. 3. Ministers, and by far the largest class, who hate segregation in every form and believe it to be directly opposed to the will of God and the spirit of Christ, but who, instead of openly defying the practice, have decided for the time being to remain quiet and com promise with existing conditions. Dr. Shrader says this class remains quiet for two reasons: To speak out would be to run afoul of their congregation, thereby losing their pastorate and prestige. Secondly, convinced that segregation is an evil thing, they work quietly in small groups with children and young people, teaching them what the application of the love of Christ means. But for every person working for an end to church segregation, the Esquire article says there are dozens working just as hard to maintain it. 'Of all the dark and tragic periods of church history (and there have been many)," says Dr. Shrader, "this is the church's saddest hour." ULTIMATE STEP A Baptist church in Rocky Mount, N. C., says Esquire, has taken the ultimate step by declaring itself to be a segregated church now and forever. A section of its constitution has been rewritten to read: "The membership of this church shall be composed of white persons who have given evidence of regeneration..." Dr. Shrader quotes a prominent Lutheran: "Our responsibility is preaching the word and offering them (colored people) salvation. It is not our responsibility to cat with them or to sit with them or to worship with them." An Episcopal vestryman: "This race question is merely one more facet of the Communist inspired plan to undermine our nation." The Yale professor says the race issue has created three distinct classes of ministers: 1. Those who interpret compulsory segregation not only as the correct social custom, but as being blessed by the Christian faith. This class is definitely in the minority. 2. Ministers who believe that segregation violates human dignity as well as the spirit of Christ, and who, believing this, have proclaimed it from their pulpits. 3. Ministers, and by far the largest class, who hate segregation in every form and believe it to be directly opposed to the will of God and the spirit of Christ, but who, instead of openly defying the practice, have decided for the time being to remain quiet and com promise with existing conditions. Dr. Shrader says this class remains quiet for two reasons: To speak out would be to run afoul of their congregation, thereby losing their pastorate and prestige. Secondly, convinced that segregation is an evil thing, they work quietly in small groups with children and young people, teaching them what the application of the love of Christ means. But for every person working for an end to church segregation, the Esquire article says there are dozens working just as hard to maintain it. 'Of all the dark and tragic periods of church history (and there have been many)," says Dr. Shrader, "this is the church's saddest hour." THREE CLASSES A Baptist church in Rocky Mount, N. C., says Esquire, has taken the ultimate step by declaring itself to be a segregated church now and forever. A section of its constitution has been rewritten to read: "The membership of this church shall be composed of white persons who have given evidence of regeneration..." Dr. Shrader quotes a prominent Lutheran: "Our responsibility is preaching the word and offering them (colored people) salvation. It is not our responsibility to cat with them or to sit with them or to worship with them." An Episcopal vestryman: "This race question is merely one more facet of the Communist inspired plan to undermine our nation." The Yale professor says the race issue has created three distinct classes of ministers: 1. Those who interpret compulsory segregation not only as the correct social custom, but as being blessed by the Christian faith. This class is definitely in the minority. 2. Ministers who believe that segregation violates human dignity as well as the spirit of Christ, and who, believing this, have proclaimed it from their pulpits. 3. Ministers, and by far the largest class, who hate segregation in every form and believe it to be directly opposed to the will of God and the spirit of Christ, but who, instead of openly defying the practice, have decided for the time being to remain quiet and com promise with existing conditions. Dr. Shrader says this class remains quiet for two reasons: To speak out would be to run afoul of their congregation, thereby losing their pastorate and prestige. Secondly, convinced that segregation is an evil thing, they work quietly in small groups with children and young people, teaching them what the application of the love of Christ means. But for every person working for an end to church segregation, the Esquire article says there are dozens working just as hard to maintain it. 'Of all the dark and tragic periods of church history (and there have been many)," says Dr. Shrader, "this is the church's saddest hour." 3 Year Term out that Sumpter Walked into a tavern in the 1500 Block Ashland Ave. on Feb. 20 and told the waitress, "This is a stick-up. Do you have $5000?" It was further added that the man ran when a male employee entered. For a weapon, it was testified that Sumpter brandished a smoking pipe with, a metal stem which he used to rake a revolver. Editor fired For 17, was ousted by the council on a 29-2 vote Student Council President. Ted Kendall said the disputed article was "presenting a distorted view of the beliefs of the students of the college." Funeral Sat. In California For Blayton Sr.'s Mother Mrs. Mattie E. Ayers, 85, mother of J. B. Blavton, Sr., owner Radio Station WERD and President of Mutual Federal, will be funeralized Saturday, in Los Angeles, California. Time for the funeral is 1 p.m. Mrs. Ayers, who was in apparent good health, died Tuesday. She was the mother of 12 children, seven of whom survive her. Among her surviving children are Dr. James B. Blayton, of Williamsburg, Va., and Benjamin Blayton, druggist. Mr. Blayton plans to attend the funeral, and will leave Atlanta this afternoon. Any expressions may be sent to him at 1127 E. 46th Street in Los Angeles. MEMPHIS WORLD BYRD TRANSFER COMPANY — FEMALE HELP WANTED OFFICE SPACE FOR RENT FURNISHED ROOMS SCHOOLS FOR RENT Suit Seeks renewal of his passport and to direct Mr. Dulles to renew his passport upon the same terms as are applicable to American citizens generally. The complaint, filed through William M. Kunstler, an attorney of New York City, states that Mr. Worthy was refused his passport by Mr. Dulles last March 24 because he had used his passport to travel to and in Red China and Hungary and because he would not feel obligated to restrict his travel abroad, if his passport were renewed, despite geographical limitations placed in the passport. The State Department, the complaint stated, also refused to renew the passport on the ground that Worthy's activities abroad would be "prejudicial to the orderly conduct of foreign relations of the United States." Worthy, who visited Communist China and Hungary in 1956 and 1957 despite the State Department ban on travel to those countries, has sought renewal of his passport for over a year. Mr. Worthy entered China on Dec. 24, 1956. He remained there for a period of six weeks. Leaving China on Feb. 2, 1957, to return to the United States, he stopped in Hungary, arriving there on Feb. 8, 1957, and leaving the next day. He arrived back in the United States on Feb. 10, 1957. With his passport due to expire on March 4, 1957, Worthy applied on Feb. 25, 1957, for its renewal, stating in his application that a passport was necessary to the practice of his profession. Miss Frances G. Knight, director of the Passport Office, denied his application on March 29, 1957. After Worthy appeared at an informal hearing the Passport Office stuck to its original ruling basing its action upon findings that he had misused his passport, that he would continue to misuse it if it were renewed, and that his travel to China was contrary to known and existing United States foreign policy. On appeal, Secretary Dulles last March 24 notified Worthy of his decision to deny his renewal application. This paved the way for his bringing suit to compel the renewal of his passport. Mr. Worthy alleges that the actions of the Secretary have interfered with the practice of his profession and have resulted in financial injury to him because most countries to which he would normally travel in pursuit of his profession require a passport for entry, stay or transit. The refusal to renew his passport, he charges, "has made him a prisoner in his own country." Worthy denies the State Department's charge that he misused his passport to enter China and Hungary. He states that a passport was not required by either country as "a condition of entry, stay, travel in or departure." DESPERATE MAN WAYNE D. OVERHOLSER'S new Western thriller © 1956, 1957, Wayne D. Overholser, From the novel published by The Macmillan Co. Distributed by King Features Syndicate. A RAFTER 3 cowboy found Barney Lux's body and reported it to Vic Toll, who took word to Veach. Toll naturally would deny any knowledge of the hanging, but I suspected Veach was convinced Toll was responsible for it. The sheriff wouldn't know that Lux had been spying and murdering for Rafter 3, and Toll wouldn't tell him that, either. At least that's the way I figured it, and Veach's nervousness convinced me I was right. He acted like a man who was afraid held find the truth and would have to arrest someone he didn't want to. He left the park, apparently as confused as he was after the murders of my father and Elder Smith. The body of course, was brought to the park and we had a funeral. I didn't like the idea of burying Lux in the same cemetery with my father and Elder Smith, but it would have aroused suspicion if I'd raised the point. After Barney Lux's funeral, we forgot the whole business—or appeared to forget it, although I doubt that any of us did. Gil decided to go to work for Bess, and I hired Kip Dance again. We were deep in the work of the busiest season of the year. We had to plant the spring crops. Because the weather turned abnormally hot and dry, we had to flood our hay meadows. Then spring roundup, of course. Everyone seemed to be satisfied with the calf crop except Matt Colohan. It ran about 95 per cent for moat of us, and we could look forward to a good beef gather in the fall. If cattle prices stayed up, we'd have the best year since Pa had bought the Big Ten. Kitsy knew this was me busiest time of year and she understood why my letters were shorter and more infrequent than usual. For the same reason, I suppose, she postponed writing a letter she'd been wanting to write since late April when she'd had her eighteenth birthday. In June I received it. Dearest Dave, , Kitsy It was the longest letter Kitsy had ever written me, and the most important. I knew, without her saying it in words, that if I failed her now, she'd be done with me. Funny how you come to a time like this when you know that everything you want, that all your future, depends on what you do. June was no time for a vacation but... Well, Kip would just have to manage. What would I use for money? I still had my $12, and there was a little over $100 left from the sale of the steers last fall. Not enough. Besides the railroad tickets and price of meals on the tram. I had to have enough to buy clothes, pay the preacher in Denver, pay a hotel bill, and pay for the meals we would have together. I rode into Frank Dance's Diamond 8, not really expecting to get the money. I didn't tell Frank why I had to have it. Just said I needed $100. He looked at me quite awhile, then walked into the house and came back and handed me ten gold eagles. "I ain't gonna ask you what you're gonna do with it," he said. "I'll just take your word that you need it." "I'll make out a note," I said. "I've got some four-year-olds—" "Your Word's good enough for me, Dave," he said. I rode away, thinking how everything had changed in a little over six months. I'd been afraid of marriage that night Kitsy got me out of bed. I wasn't now. I felt good when 1 thought about it. Everything was going to be all right. When I got home I asked Ma. to fix something for me to eat and to put up a lunch. I said I needed all the money that was in the house. She gave me a questioning glance, but she didn't put the question into words. I got my $12: she brought the steer money, and the little that she had accumulated from the sale of butter and eggs. Not much because she'd given Gil all she had when he left. When I picked up my lunch. Ma asked, "Know when you'll be back?" "No. Three, four days maybe." "Can you tell me where you're going?" "Rock Springs." I couldn't tell her any more than that. "Goodbye." "Good-bye, Dave," she said. I saddled the brown gelding my father used to ride. He had more bottom than my bay, and the ride to Rock Springs was a long, hard one. Just as I mounted I saw Si Beam turn into our lane from the county road. I had the Winchester in the boot and my revolver on my hip, and I had a sudden, crazy urge to shoot the peddler right off the seat of his rig. But I didn't I rode down the lane to meet him. Before he could say howdy, I yelled: "Si, back up to the road! I don't know why you're here, but it isn't for any good. Go on. Get!" "What have I done; Dave?" "You brought Cameron Runyan's offer. I don't know what string you're playing this time, but I'm guessing you're still Runyan's errand boy. You'd better go someplace where he's popular." He didn't say another word. He backed up until he reached the county road and then turned upriver. I didn't wait to see where he was headed. I made the fastest ride to Rock Springs I ever made, getting off my horse and running part of the time so he wouldn't play out on me. I checked at the depot for the departure time of the next Denver train, left my horse in a livery stable, got cleaned up in a barber shop, and bought my store suit, white shirt, and tie. I barely made the train. CHAPTER 26 WAYNE D. OVERHOLSER'S new Western thriller © 1956, 1957, Wayne D. Overholser, From the novel published by The Macmillan Co. Distributed by King Features Syndicate. A RAFTER 3 cowboy found Barney Lux's body and reported it to Vic Toll, who took word to Veach. Toll naturally would deny any knowledge of the hanging, but I suspected Veach was convinced Toll was responsible for it. The sheriff wouldn't know that Lux had been spying and murdering for Rafter 3, and Toll wouldn't tell him that, either. At least that's the way I figured it, and Veach's nervousness convinced me I was right. He acted like a man who was afraid held find the truth and would have to arrest someone he didn't want to. He left the park, apparently as confused as he was after the murders of my father and Elder Smith. The body of course, was brought to the park and we had a funeral. I didn't like the idea of burying Lux in the same cemetery with my father and Elder Smith, but it would have aroused suspicion if I'd raised the point. After Barney Lux's funeral, we forgot the whole business—or appeared to forget it, although I doubt that any of us did. Gil decided to go to work for Bess, and I hired Kip Dance again. We were deep in the work of the busiest season of the year. We had to plant the spring crops. Because the weather turned abnormally hot and dry, we had to flood our hay meadows. Then spring roundup, of course. Everyone seemed to be satisfied with the calf crop except Matt Colohan. It ran about 95 per cent for moat of us, and we could look forward to a good beef gather in the fall. If cattle prices stayed up, we'd have the best year since Pa had bought the Big Ten. Kitsy knew this was me busiest time of year and she understood why my letters were shorter and more infrequent than usual. For the same reason, I suppose, she postponed writing a letter she'd been wanting to write since late April when she'd had her eighteenth birthday. In June I received it. Dearest Dave, , Kitsy It was the longest letter Kitsy had ever written me, and the most important. I knew, without her saying it in words, that if I failed her now, she'd be done with me. Funny how you come to a time like this when you know that everything you want, that all your future, depends on what you do. June was no time for a vacation but... Well, Kip would just have to manage. What would I use for money? I still had my $12, and there was a little over $100 left from the sale of the steers last fall. Not enough. Besides the railroad tickets and price of meals on the tram. I had to have enough to buy clothes, pay the preacher in Denver, pay a hotel bill, and pay for the meals we would have together. I rode into Frank Dance's Diamond 8, not really expecting to get the money. I didn't tell Frank why I had to have it. Just said I needed $100. He looked at me quite awhile, then walked into the house and came back and handed me ten gold eagles. "I ain't gonna ask you what you're gonna do with it," he said. "I'll just take your word that you need it." "I'll make out a note," I said. "I've got some four-year-olds—" "Your Word's good enough for me, Dave," he said. I rode away, thinking how everything had changed in a little over six months. I'd been afraid of marriage that night Kitsy got me out of bed. I wasn't now. I felt good when 1 thought about it. Everything was going to be all right. When I got home I asked Ma. to fix something for me to eat and to put up a lunch. I said I needed all the money that was in the house. She gave me a questioning glance, but she didn't put the question into words. I got my $12: she brought the steer money, and the little that she had accumulated from the sale of butter and eggs. Not much because she'd given Gil all she had when he left. When I picked up my lunch. Ma asked, "Know when you'll be back?" "No. Three, four days maybe." "Can you tell me where you're going?" "Rock Springs." I couldn't tell her any more than that. "Goodbye." "Good-bye, Dave," she said. I saddled the brown gelding my father used to ride. He had more bottom than my bay, and the ride to Rock Springs was a long, hard one. Just as I mounted I saw Si Beam turn into our lane from the county road. I had the Winchester in the boot and my revolver on my hip, and I had a sudden, crazy urge to shoot the peddler right off the seat of his rig. But I didn't I rode down the lane to meet him. Before he could say howdy, I yelled: "Si, back up to the road! I don't know why you're here, but it isn't for any good. Go on. Get!" "What have I done; Dave?" "You brought Cameron Runyan's offer. I don't know what string you're playing this time, but I'm guessing you're still Runyan's errand boy. You'd better go someplace where he's popular." He didn't say another word. He backed up until he reached the county road and then turned upriver. I didn't wait to see where he was headed. I made the fastest ride to Rock Springs I ever made, getting off my horse and running part of the time so he wouldn't play out on me. I checked at the depot for the departure time of the next Denver train, left my horse in a livery stable, got cleaned up in a barber shop, and bought my store suit, white shirt, and tie. 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To compliment such a hearty main dish as Baked Herb Rice serve it with a make-your-own salad of fresh sliced tomatoes and crisp vegetable relishes. Hot rolls with plenty of butter and a fruit sundae or your favorite simple dessert will complete a quick, easy and delicious meal. 1 cup rice 5 cups milk 1 teaspoon salt 4 tablespoons butter 2 tablespoons flour l-2 cup minced parsley 2 tablespoons chopped onions. 1-8 teaspoon marjoram 1-8 teaspoon basil 1-2 pound shredded American Cheddar cheese Wash rice in cold running water, until clear; drain. Combine rice, 3 cups milk and salt; cover. Cook over boiling water 1 hour, or until rice is tender Melt butter; blend in flour, gradually add remaining 2 cups milk. Cook, stirring constantly, until smooth and thickened. Add rice, parsley, onion, marjoram and basil. Place 1-2 of mixture in greased 2 quart casserole; sprinkle with l-2 of shredded cheese. Add remaining rice mixture; top with remaining cheese. Bake in moderate oven, 375, 25 minutes. 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To compliment such a hearty main dish as Baked Herb Rice serve it with a make-your-own salad of fresh sliced tomatoes and crisp vegetable relishes. Hot rolls with plenty of butter and a fruit sundae or your favorite simple dessert will complete a quick, easy and delicious meal. 1 cup rice 5 cups milk 1 teaspoon salt 4 tablespoons butter 2 tablespoons flour l-2 cup minced parsley 2 tablespoons chopped onions. 1-8 teaspoon marjoram 1-8 teaspoon basil 1-2 pound shredded American Cheddar cheese Wash rice in cold running water, until clear; drain. Combine rice, 3 cups milk and salt; cover. Cook over boiling water 1 hour, or until rice is tender Melt butter; blend in flour, gradually add remaining 2 cups milk. Cook, stirring constantly, until smooth and thickened. Add rice, parsley, onion, marjoram and basil. Place 1-2 of mixture in greased 2 quart casserole; sprinkle with l-2 of shredded cheese. Add remaining rice mixture; top with remaining cheese. Bake in moderate oven, 375, 25 minutes. Serve immediately. Makes 6 servings. Golden Gleams How seldom we weigh our neighbor in the same balance withourselves.—Thomas A. Kempis. "Do other men, for they would do you." That's the first business precept. All others are counterfeits.—Dickens. The Japanese say, "Pinch yourself and know how others feel."—La Fontaine.