Memphis World
Memphis World Publishing Co.
1957-01-09
Raymond F. Tisby

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Rule 22 Provides For Minority Control
From now on, and possibly to the adjournment of the current 
session of Congress, our readers will hear much of Senate
Rule 22. In that we all might get better acquainted with this
spectacle as well as its consorts — who would make what was
meant an American principle, a barrier to the American expression 
of free government at the behest of free people.
Rule 22 is that highly prized concept of "unlimited debate"
on a question not pleasing a minority who envisioned that there
are not enough votes to allow the American test come to pass
on a measure.
Rule 22 might be classed as the Raven; the one Poe lamented 
of in his famous poem when he said —
"Take thy beak from out my heart
Take thy form from off my door."
Southerners have found it the one refuge to which they can
fly in time of trouble, — when the rights of free people are
gasping for a chance; when measures meant for the declaration
that a new day of free people demands a new day of free and
unlimited circulation on the part of all people, hurl their forms
across the challenge of history.
Rule 22 was possibly made famous through the Bilbos, John
Sharp Williams and others too well known of this generation who
disgraced the Senate in what was termed as a silly talkafest,
that weapon of the minority in defeating what is possibly majority 
expression on a measure.
Rule 22 is threatened just now with its old adversary, cloture; 
something, many of the law-making bodies regret to implement. 
It would take a two-third vote to successfully challenge this
pet resource for those whose strategy is to survive through some
form of minority control.
It is plainly seen that an un-Democratic motive lies beneath
any such structure where a bare 33 Senators can veto the wishes
of 63.
The recent poll taken by the Gallop Institute of Public Opinion 
would disclose that the majority in the country is against Rule
22, which is self-suggestive that there is a wholesale desire for
the activation of a Democracy. The poll also showed that the
highest score against the change of this rule comes up from
the Southern States, where it is well and widely known that a
position of positiveness on the part of the South, rather than a
negative attitude would not have netted this painful result.
The late Senator Taft's position back in 1953 was the effect
that argument in favor of the basic issues would be more effective
than against the rule itself. Several night sessions were held in
1953 and while this was a heavy taxation on the physical
strength of the Senators, it was the one way to wear down a
condition based purely upon a motive to effect minority rule
which is un-Democratic and a two edged sword, sufficient to work
in a destructive fashion.
Important questions like the Suez Canal situation and the
drive for order in the Middle East, all might some day be at the
sufferance of this 33 minority, opt to spring into a talkafest at
any instance.
Be it said here and now, as to the President's Civil Rights
legislation, it is believed that it will be passed when the gesture
is posed and the word passed along. Senator Knowland, Republican 
Senate leader, has indicated this and with a liberal wing of
such men as Senator Lausche of Ohio, there need be any fears
of peril for the Rights program.
Therefore, it is fortunate at this, time the insistence for change
of the rule is high above the fog-belt of party politics: It is the
arrival of the nation at the cross-road where it must speak its
sanction for or against majority rule, the heart-throb of the
Republic.

South Studies Plan
For Handling Bias

Meanwhile, said Southern-School
News, one additional school district 
(Norman, Okla.) has been desegregated, 
bringing to 672 the num
ber of districts which have begun
or accomplished the desegregation
process. Some 3,000 more rmain
segregated.
The types of legislation to be introduced 
and the affected states include: 

Pupil assignment - Tennessee,
Texas and Arkansas.
Compulsory attendance law revision 
- Georgia, Texas and possibly
Maryland.
Tuition grants for private education 
— Texas.
Restrictions on or investigation
of the National Association for the
Advancement of Colored People —
Georgia Texas and Florida.
Reference requirement, for college 
admission — Alabama.
"Free choice" of schools — Tennessee. 

Legislators in Missouri, Maryland
and Delaware, Where desegregation
is under way, were expected to get
bills designed to hasten the process. 

Southern School News is published 
here under direction of a group
of southern newspaper editors and
educators as a nonpartisan, factfinding 
agency.
The publication noted that, despite 
the U. S. Supreme Court decisions 
against school segregation,
eight southern legislatures had
adopted 107 measures — 84 of them
last year — since 1954 in an effort 
to retain, segregation.
Calling, attention to the increase
in legal activity over the school
issue, Southern School News, noted
that higher courts have affirmed
for the first time desegregation
orders against two school districts
in Virginia and said that "observers 
of the region saw a major

legal issue growing out of the arrest 
of 16 pro-segregationists at
Clinton, Tenn., on charges of contempt 
of court as federal officials
moved to back up an injunction."
A state-by-state summary of major 
developments wollows:
ALABAMA — University of Alabama 
trustees, facing contempt proceedings 
for the expulsion of Miss
Autherine Lucy last year, continued 
their search for a successor to
Dr O. C. Carmichael as president
of the university, a task apparently
complicated by the Lucy case
Meanwhile, violence flared as buses
were desegregated in Montgomery
and a leader in the bus boycott
broadened the scope of Negroes' efforts 
to include voting, parks and
education.
ARKANSAS — The General Assembly 
prepared for its second session 
since the 1954 desegregation
decisions with apparently little to
consider in the school segregationdesegregation 
matter except to implement 
the nullification and pupil
assignment measures adopted by
referendum in November, Economic
factors were described as the main
consideration in desegregating the
Bentonville schools, disclosed for
the first time last month, and attorneys 
for the Little Rock school
board said the plan to desegregate
there in 1957 was not affected by
the referendum-adopted measures.
DELAWARE — School district
reorganization possibly a means of
facilitating desegregation, will be
an issue in the 1957 General Assembly. 
An attorney for the NAACP
in the eight desegregation cases
pending in federal district court
asked that sections of the defense
pleadings predicting violence of
segregation is ended be stricken as
"insufficient in law."
DISTRICT OF COLUMBIA —
Arguments were renewed over the

congressional subcommittee investigation 
of District schools after
the subcommittee majority issued
its report and recommended a return 
to segregated schools. The report 
was attacked by the two minority 
members as dealing "with
sord'd headline items almost entirely". 

FLORIDA — A desegregation suit
in Dade County (Miami) was dismissed 
from federal court for the
second time because of a lack of a
fractual, controversial situation.
Another suit attacking the new
state segregation laws still is pending 
Meanwhile the new Pupil placement 
Law, adopted in July, was
described as beneficial in that it
has required teachers and principals 
to learn more about the home
background of the students.
GEORGIA — Dr. Harmon W.
Caldwell, chancellor of the Georgia 
university system, testified in
a case brought to win admittance
of a Negro to the University of
Georgia law school that henceforth
his policy would be to consider as
eligible any Negro who was academically 
qualified. The case now
hings on whether Horace Ward, the
plaintiff, was denied admission because 
of race or scholastic qualificatlons. 
Meanwhile the NAACP
made its records available to Georgia 
tax examiners after the Atlanta
branch president was jailed (for
two hours) and a $25,000 fine was
levied in a contempt case against
the organization.
KENTUCKY — Federal district
court orders in desegregation cases
involving Clay and Sturgis called
for desegregation plans to be submitted 
to the court by Feb 4, but
ruled out the "immediate" deseglegation 
sought by the NAACP. In
Lousville, a young segregationist
from Detroit was denied admission
to the city schools: Supt. Omer
Carmichael, who was praised by
President Eisenhower for desegregation 
there was criticized by a
teachers union official as being
"anti-integration."
LOUISIANA — New legal weapons 
designed to remove Negroes
from state-supported universities
and colleges (some 200 attended
four of seven state institutions during 
1956 were to be used this
month. Preparations were made for
hearing on Jan. 9 the appeal from
the district court ruling ordering
desegregation of Orleans parish
schools.
MARYLAND — The first appeal
of a local school board's decision
which had barred a Negro pupil
from a school ended with the school
board rescinding its original decision 
and admitting the student,
as the second such case moved up
to the State Board of Education.
Baltimore, meanwhile found that
8o'of its schools had mixed classes
as compared to 50 last year.
MISSISSIPPI — Segregation was
still intact at all levels and no suits
had been filed as 1956 ended. The
state's Negro-white equalization
program was stepped up under a de
cision by the state supreme court
holding that final authority for approving 
school district reorganization 
plans rest with the state Board
of Education.
MISSOURI — Kansas City desegregation 
continued "smoothly" and
quietly after a minor flareup and
threatened student strike last
spring, the Commission on Human
Relations reported. In Webster
Groves, a controversy with some
segregation - desegregation lacets
continued over whether the St. Louis
suburban community should build
one junior high school or two.
NORTH CAROINA — A still
attacking pro-segregation legisla
tion 
adopted last year was filed in
Caswell County as legislators prepared 
for the 1957 regular session
with the possibility that the 1955
Pupil Placement Act might be reviewed. 

OKLAHOMA. — Norman White
schools accepted two Negro students 
at the high school level in
September bringing to 183 the num
ber of Oklahoma districts having
begun desegregation, it was learned
during December. A nose count in
Oklahoma City, largest school district 
in the state, found that 7 per
cent of the city's 48.116 while students 
and 15 per cent Of the 6,534
Negro children were in mixed classes. 

SOUTH CAROLINA — A White
high school band director was severly 
beaten by a group of hooded
men who accused him of having
made a pro-integration speech.
Otherwise, racial tensions on the
eve of the 1957 legislative session
were considerably less than a year
ago. No new major legislation on
the segregation-desegregaton question 
was expected. The U. S. Fourth
Circuit Court in a decision ordering
hearing of a Columbia transportation 
suit linked bus cases with the
education cases by ruling that the
Brown and Boiling cases "left no
doubt that the separate but equal
doctrine had been generally repudiated." 

TENNESSEE — New outbreaks of
violence at Clinton led to the arrest 
of 16 pro-segregationists under
a federal court order and the temproary 
closing of the school. Tennessee 
legislators prepared for the
1957 session which will receive proposals 
for pupil assignment laws
"free choice" selection of schools
and measures to leave to the local
boards the questions of when and
how to end compulsory segregation.
Associates of Gov. Frank clement
said the administration would introduce 
a program of its own.
TEXAS — A federal judge in
Dallas, holding that the Supreme
Court school segregation decision
were based on "modern psychological 
knowledge" rather than law
ruled for a second time that Dallas
schools need not be desegregated
at the present. Still another desegregation 
suit was filed in Houston,
the nation's largest segregated
school district. Eleven measures and
a constitutional amendment bearing 
on the segregation-desegregation 
issue were expected to be introduced 
in the state legislature.
VIRGINIA — The U. S. Fourth
Circuit Court affirmed district
court orders calling for an end to
segregation in Charlottesville and
Arlington County schools. As the
Pupil Assignment Board authorized
by the legislature last summer went
int cooperation state officials and
financiers undertook to show investors 
that Virginia school bonds
are in no way affected by antiintegration 
legislation.
WEST VIRGINIA — Of 13 colleges 
and universities responding
to questionnaires, eight reported
declines in Negro enrollment, four
reported increases and one reported 
no change.

REVIEWING
THE NEWS
BY WILLIAM GORDON
Managing Editor
Atlanta Daily World
If Salem, Massachusetts stands out for anything at all, it's
for its famous "witch hunts," the horrible persecutions as a result
of superstition and fear.
Someday, someone will write a history of the old South, and
one should not be surprised if superstition is found to be at the
base of many of its ills.
It was the usual cold and cloudy New England winter day
when we visited Salem. There were many historical sights that
took us back to the days of the classroom, but what stood out
most in my mind was the small photograph of the judges' chambers 
dangling loosely on the wall of an old building.
"This is where many of the decisions were decided," the
guide told us. She was talking about the witch trials.
"But the climax "came," the guide said, "when a close relative 
of the judge was charged with practicing witchcraft." This
practically broke up the famous witch trials of Salem. And so
the story goes.
Whether it be witch hunting, or the antics of the Ku Klux
Klan, all evil movements will eventually die, many on their own
momentum.
Kesselmon writes in his book, All Manner of Men, that
mob violence once prevailed in New York City, almost to the degree 
of the old South. Mob violence continued until a similar
case, to that of the Salem incident, emerged to bring shame on
the "right people." Those who usually create the "Frankenstein"
are often struck down by its might. And history has a way of
repeating itself.
The other day a White Citizens Council headquarters building
in Clinton, Tennessee was bombed. The story of Klan beatings
among whites is still clear in the minds of many Klan beatings
of several white newspaper reporters in North Carolina eventually
threw national attention on this hale group. The result was that the
Klan put itself in the outlaw columns and even die hard segregationists 
saw the validity of curbing its power.
Hate, superstition and fear, just don't work together for
any substantial good. The shootings and the bombings in Alabama 
are going on with little effort to halt them. Obviously, the
people who foster such methods are themselves, cowards, representing 
the extreme, frustrated, and confused portion of a community, 
slow to conform. But the great evil here is not entirely
in the ignorant and superstitious, but more so in those who stand
by and permit the ignorant to operate. With this in effect, we
can be sure of one final solution, the same as the judge in Salem
or the people in New York who permitted mob violence. The
monster, created through neglect will eventually revenge itself —
not against Negroes or other minorities, but against those who
permit mob rule to operate. The time has come when it is not so
far from Salem to the deep South.

From Salem To The Deep South...
BY WILLIAM GORDON
Managing Editor
Atlanta Daily World
If Salem, Massachusetts stands out for anything at all, it's
for its famous "witch hunts," the horrible persecutions as a result
of superstition and fear.
Someday, someone will write a history of the old South, and
one should not be surprised if superstition is found to be at the
base of many of its ills.
It was the usual cold and cloudy New England winter day
when we visited Salem. There were many historical sights that
took us back to the days of the classroom, but what stood out
most in my mind was the small photograph of the judges' chambers 
dangling loosely on the wall of an old building.
"This is where many of the decisions were decided," the
guide told us. She was talking about the witch trials.
"But the climax "came," the guide said, "when a close relative 
of the judge was charged with practicing witchcraft." This
practically broke up the famous witch trials of Salem. And so
the story goes.
Whether it be witch hunting, or the antics of the Ku Klux
Klan, all evil movements will eventually die, many on their own
momentum.
Kesselmon writes in his book, All Manner of Men, that
mob violence once prevailed in New York City, almost to the degree 
of the old South. Mob violence continued until a similar
case, to that of the Salem incident, emerged to bring shame on
the "right people." Those who usually create the "Frankenstein"
are often struck down by its might. And history has a way of
repeating itself.
The other day a White Citizens Council headquarters building
in Clinton, Tennessee was bombed. The story of Klan beatings
among whites is still clear in the minds of many Klan beatings
of several white newspaper reporters in North Carolina eventually
threw national attention on this hale group. The result was that the
Klan put itself in the outlaw columns and even die hard segregationists 
saw the validity of curbing its power.
Hate, superstition and fear, just don't work together for
any substantial good. The shootings and the bombings in Alabama 
are going on with little effort to halt them. Obviously, the
people who foster such methods are themselves, cowards, representing 
the extreme, frustrated, and confused portion of a community, 
slow to conform. But the great evil here is not entirely
in the ignorant and superstitious, but more so in those who stand
by and permit the ignorant to operate. With this in effect, we
can be sure of one final solution, the same as the judge in Salem
or the people in New York who permitted mob violence. The
monster, created through neglect will eventually revenge itself —
not against Negroes or other minorities, but against those who
permit mob rule to operate. The time has come when it is not so
far from Salem to the deep South.


JOIN THE
MARCH OF DIMES
IN JANUARY

POLIO: UNFINISHED
BUSINESS
MARCH
OF DIMES

JANUARY

ON THE REEL

By Rev. Taschereau Arnold

"I hear a mob is going to attack
your service tonight." the police
chief of Albehas said to me. "I
have come to tell you not to hold
the service."
Keeping the peace is your business, 
I answered Holding the service 
is mine. I don't know what
you are going to do about your
business, but I am going to hold
the meeting, which is a privilege
granted by the Brazilian constitution. 

If you put Senor Roberto in jail,
I will hold the service, said one of
the believers standing near by. The
police chief walked off, completely
baffled.
We held the service as planned.
About 25 people tried to break up
the meeting. But when the congregation 
of 500 paid no attention
to them, they wandered off with
threats of more severe perseent on
in the future.
Three days later I received a telegrain 
from Albehas asking me to
return with my plane to carry a
sick woman to the hospital. The
woman had been one of the leaders
of the persecution. All during the
flight she did not raise her eyes
from the floor of the plane. But
when she stepped out in Mossoro,
she said simply, "Thank you, Senor 
Roberto."
There was no persecution in "Al
behas 
after that.
From Flying Missionaries by
Robert R. Stanley.
To become a Christian, one must
repent and believe. In other words,
one must feel sorry for his sins and

be willing to change his way of
life. Then he must confess these
sins to God and ask for forgiveness. 
He then must be willing to
believe n God and have faith in
Him.
When a person becomes a Christian, 
he should obey God's Word
and do all in his power to live by
the teachings of Jesus.
A Christian is kind, cheerful,
considerate, and is always ready to
help others. A Christian is a person 
who puts God first in his life
A good Christian obeys God's
Word found in James 1:22. He
not only hears. God's Word but
helps to spread it. But a Christian
does not have to be a missionary
preacher, etc. to spread the gospel. 
He can do so by giving generously 
and regularly to the church
of his time, money and efforts. A
good Christian can also spread the
Word by setting a Christian example 
for others by letting them
see that there is a great difference 
in those who have accepted
Christ as their Saviour and those
who haven't.
Last, but not least, a Christian is
an assured person—a person who,
in-having great faith in God, is
assured of eternal life. "Whosoever
believeth in him should not perish
but have everlasting life." John 3:
16.

"THANK YOU,
SENOR ROBERTO"

By Rev. Taschereau Arnold

"I hear a mob is going to attack
your service tonight." the police
chief of Albehas said to me. "I
have come to tell you not to hold
the service."
Keeping the peace is your business, 
I answered Holding the service 
is mine. I don't know what
you are going to do about your
business, but I am going to hold
the meeting, which is a privilege
granted by the Brazilian constitution. 

If you put Senor Roberto in jail,
I will hold the service, said one of
the believers standing near by. The
police chief walked off, completely
baffled.
We held the service as planned.
About 25 people tried to break up
the meeting. But when the congregation 
of 500 paid no attention
to them, they wandered off with
threats of more severe perseent on
in the future.
Three days later I received a telegrain 
from Albehas asking me to
return with my plane to carry a
sick woman to the hospital. The
woman had been one of the leaders
of the persecution. All during the
flight she did not raise her eyes
from the floor of the plane. But
when she stepped out in Mossoro,
she said simply, "Thank you, Senor 
Roberto."
There was no persecution in "Al
behas 
after that.
From Flying Missionaries by
Robert R. Stanley.
To become a Christian, one must
repent and believe. In other words,
one must feel sorry for his sins and

be willing to change his way of
life. Then he must confess these
sins to God and ask for forgiveness. 
He then must be willing to
believe n God and have faith in
Him.
When a person becomes a Christian, 
he should obey God's Word
and do all in his power to live by
the teachings of Jesus.
A Christian is kind, cheerful,
considerate, and is always ready to
help others. A Christian is a person 
who puts God first in his life
A good Christian obeys God's
Word found in James 1:22. He
not only hears. God's Word but
helps to spread it. But a Christian
does not have to be a missionary
preacher, etc. to spread the gospel. 
He can do so by giving generously 
and regularly to the church
of his time, money and efforts. A
good Christian can also spread the
Word by setting a Christian example 
for others by letting them
see that there is a great difference 
in those who have accepted
Christ as their Saviour and those
who haven't.
Last, but not least, a Christian is
an assured person—a person who,
in-having great faith in God, is
assured of eternal life. "Whosoever
believeth in him should not perish
but have everlasting life." John 3:
16.

WHAT IT MEANS TO BE
A CHRISTIAN

By Rev. Taschereau Arnold

"I hear a mob is going to attack
your service tonight." the police
chief of Albehas said to me. "I
have come to tell you not to hold
the service."
Keeping the peace is your business, 
I answered Holding the service 
is mine. I don't know what
you are going to do about your
business, but I am going to hold
the meeting, which is a privilege
granted by the Brazilian constitution. 

If you put Senor Roberto in jail,
I will hold the service, said one of
the believers standing near by. The
police chief walked off, completely
baffled.
We held the service as planned.
About 25 people tried to break up
the meeting. But when the congregation 
of 500 paid no attention
to them, they wandered off with
threats of more severe perseent on
in the future.
Three days later I received a telegrain 
from Albehas asking me to
return with my plane to carry a
sick woman to the hospital. The
woman had been one of the leaders
of the persecution. All during the
flight she did not raise her eyes
from the floor of the plane. But
when she stepped out in Mossoro,
she said simply, "Thank you, Senor 
Roberto."
There was no persecution in "Al
behas 
after that.
From Flying Missionaries by
Robert R. Stanley.
To become a Christian, one must
repent and believe. In other words,
one must feel sorry for his sins and

be willing to change his way of
life. Then he must confess these
sins to God and ask for forgiveness. 
He then must be willing to
believe n God and have faith in
Him.
When a person becomes a Christian, 
he should obey God's Word
and do all in his power to live by
the teachings of Jesus.
A Christian is kind, cheerful,
considerate, and is always ready to
help others. A Christian is a person 
who puts God first in his life
A good Christian obeys God's
Word found in James 1:22. He
not only hears. God's Word but
helps to spread it. But a Christian
does not have to be a missionary
preacher, etc. to spread the gospel. 
He can do so by giving generously 
and regularly to the church
of his time, money and efforts. A
good Christian can also spread the
Word by setting a Christian example 
for others by letting them
see that there is a great difference 
in those who have accepted
Christ as their Saviour and those
who haven't.
Last, but not least, a Christian is
an assured person—a person who,
in-having great faith in God, is
assured of eternal life. "Whosoever
believeth in him should not perish
but have everlasting life." John 3:
16.

Farmers Must File

tural labor is January 31, 1957. The
return must show the name, social
security number, and wages paid
every employee whose cash wages
amounted to $100 or more.
Tax return forms are mailed out
about January 1 to those who have
previously registered with the District 
Director as agricultural employers. 
Farmers who must make
these tax returns and have not yet
written for the proper forms should
write immediately to the District
Directior of Internal Revenue at
Nashville, Tenn., in order to be sure
of getting the report filed before
the January 31 deadline.

M. W. Weathers

garet Cartrell of Detroit.
Also four grandchildren, including 
local public relations man Luke
J. Weathers and Mrs. Billie Jean
Williams of Memphis and two
grandchildren in Detroit.
Other survivors include seven
great grandchildren, five sisters and
three brothers. The R. E. Fox Funeral 
Home was in charge.

Jackie Robinson

the first Negro ever to play in the
majors when Branch Rickey
brought him up to the Dodger
varsity.
In his major league career, Robinson 
compiled a batting average
of 311. His initial position was at
first base but later he played second, 
third and spent some time in
the outfield.
His best year was in 1949 when
he led the National League with
a 342 batting average. He also
drove in 124 runs and was voted
the league's most valuable player.
In adition, he stole 37 bases that
season.
In the 1956 season he batted 275
in 117 games and stole 12 bases.

THE BLONDE
DIED DANCING
by KELLEY ROOS

Connie Barton's suspicions were
aroused by her husband Steve's
clumsy excuses for his regular Wednesday 
night absences. She trailed
him to a private dance studio and
then realized he was taking dance
lessons as a pleasant surprise for her.
Keeping herself unnoticed. Connie
watched the door of the Studio till
Steve left, and went in for a private
word with his teacher. She found the
instructor. Anita Farrell,  on
the floor—shot dead. In the corpse's
hand was a paper silhouette of self. 
Confused, Connie's first thought
was to cover up for Steven. She
grabbed the silhouette and the appointment 
book at the unattended
reception desk outside and 
to confront Steve. She had to believe
his assertions of innocence.
Police promptly got the  of
all Miss Farrell's pupils and began
checking to identify the 7 p. m. Wednesday 
waltzer. When Lieut. BOlling
asked Steve his lesson time. Steve
said 3 o'clock Saturday. From the
stolen appointment book Steve took
the lesson time of a Ralph Tolley
whom Boiling hasn't contacted—
Using the name Hester Frost, and
with a plan in mind to save Slave.
Connie got Miss Farrell's teaching
job. Connie noticed a ventilator in
the ceiling of Studio K—the 
room—and set about exploring the
possibility of the gunshot having
come from there. While up on a catwalk 
over the false ceiling, she heard
from the studio next (o hers a man
and a girl arguing whether he should
chance going to "Rhinebeck Place."
That is where the late Miss Farrel"
lived, at No. 11.
Connie phones Steve and tells him I
to meet her there. When she arrives
she spies a determined young man in
a hurry.
The young man bounced past
me, his heels beating a frenetic 
rhythm on the sidewalk. He
was a good looking kid, but at
the moment his face was clouded
with trouble. It wasn't a face
built for that. This boy looked
as though he should have been
laughing it up with the crowd at
the corner drug store back home.
I hoped my hunch was wrong;
as I watched him over my shoulder 
I hoped he would turn into
one of the other houses on the
block. But it was Anita Farrell's
apartment house he went into.
I hurried back to number 11.
As I entered the vestibule the
inside door was just settling back
into its frame. I re-opened it an
inch or two and listened. Footsteps 
were thudding on the stair
carpeting. They stopped, and I
heard a strong, rough voice say,
"Where you headed son?"
The next voice was the one I
had heard from the catwalk
over the Crescent School. My
hunch had been right; this young
man had just hurried down here
from the studio next to mine.
What d'ya mean, where am I
headed?" he said. "Who are
you?"
"I work for the city, son.
Police department."
"The police . . . what, are, you
doing here?"
"Haven't you any idea?"
"No . . ."
"Where you headed, son?"
"To see some friends of mine,"
the young man said. He spoke
easily. If he had anything to be
nervous about, he wasn't showing 
it. "They live on the top
floor, I just dropped in to say
hello."
"What's the name of your
friends?"
"Martin. Janie and Ed Martin."
"Martin. There's nobody named

Martin lives in this building."
"Sure they do . . . 9 Rhinebeck
Place. That's what they told
me over the phone."
This isn't 9, son. It's 11."
"Oh, sorry ..."
I let the door swing closed. I
hurried out of the vestibule of
number 11 and into the vestibule
of number 9. The name Martinwas 
not under any of the mailboxes. 
I kept moving until I
was safely in the vestibule of
number 7, but my precaution
was needless. The young man
didn't think it necessary because
of the cop to go through the
motion of visiting the phantom
Martins. He breezed right past
number 9 on his way toward
Christopher Street.
I set out after him. I knew
now that the apartment he was
interested in was Anita Farrell's.
The first step in discovering why
would be to find out who this
young man was. He turned left
on Christopher toward Sheridan
Square. I went as far as Christopher, 
then stopped, realizing
that I mustn't follow him.
He hadn't expected to find a
policeman on duty at Anita's
apartment. I hadn't either.
There was a possibility that
Steve would make the same mistake. 
I would have to wait for
him here, warn him against blundering 
into the police as the
young man had.
I was beginning to worry about
what was taking Steve so long
when a cab pulled up to the
curb and stopped. The driver
leaned out at me.
"You Mrs. Barton?"
"Yes."
"Hop in. Your husband sent me
to pick you up."
"Pick me up . . . where is
he?"
"At the Feather Club. If he's
gone when you get there, you're
to ask the bartender for a message." 

I didn't get this at all. "Was
my husband sober?"
"Far as I could tell."
"Where was he when you saw
him?"
"Outside the Feather Club. I
was parked there. What's wrong
. . . don't you want me to take
you to him?"
Well . . . yes, I suppose so."
I got into the cab. "This is nice
of you, thanks."
"It's an easy ten bucks. Thank
you."
Ten dollars. That was important 
money in our family. So
it was important that I Join
Steve at the Feather Club. I
hoped it was more important
than finding out who the young
man in Anita's place was, and
why he was there.
The Feather Club was a tourist
trap on Seventh Avenue below
Sheridan Square. It was too early
in the evening for the nearly
naked ladies whose blown-up pictures 
decorated the front of the
joint to be in action. I got out
of the cab and headed for the
silver door between the girls.
Steve stepped out of it to meet
me. He drew me to one side.
"Connie, the guy's inside."
"What guy?"
"The one we're looking for."
"But, Steve, how do you
know?"
"He was down at Rhinebeck
Place . . ."
"You've been there already?"
"Sure, and he was hanging
around number 11. Then he got
into the yard behind it from
Greenwich Street, but something
scared him away . . ."
"The cops," I said. "There's a
cop on duty there."
"Oh," Steve said.
"And anyway, he isn't the one
1 phoned you about. My guy
was there, too. And the cops
scared him away."
"What?"
"Yes. That's a real popular
spot, Anita's apartment."
"Tell me about your guy."
I told him about my guy, and
I said, "Now you tell me about
your guy."
"I've told you all I know. Except 
that I followed him here...
he's here now."
"We've got to know more."
"Yes. Connie, I may be prejudiced, 
but I think he'd just love
to tell you all about himself."
"Oh? Oh, yes." I had forgotten 
I Was a blonde. I got out my
lipstick. "Describe him for me."
He's at the bar . . . sitting
right in front of the cash
register."
"Don't go far away, Steve."
"Don't worry about that."
I waltzed into the Feather
Club, spotted the cash register
and climbed up on a stool two
down from the man in front of
it. The bartender accosted me. I
ordered a sherry. I looked in the
mirror at Steve's man. He was
looking at a lusty redhead at the
far end of the bar. I had competition. 

My first impression of the man
was that he was proud of himself. 
He liked his looks, the cut
of his clothes, the debonaire way
he smoked his king sized, filter
tipped cigarette. Actually, he
was handsome after a rather
blatant fashion. I couldn't tell
how tall he was, but he was
slender, dark, and he had big
brown eyes, bedroom eyes, a bedroom 
with a Hollywood sized bed
in it. It was with surprise that
I noted he did not have a mustache. 
He definitely gave the
initial impression of having a
well-waxed, Adolphe Menjou type
mustache.
He turned his sleek head and
caught me examining him. I let
my eyes linger admiringly oh his
face a moment. I almost smiled
at him, but not quite. I let him
know that I, while not totally
inaccessible, would be a challenge 
to his allure. Then I
dropped my eyes. I took a dainty
sip of my sherry. I sneaked a
glance at the red-haired woman.
She was glaring at me, and I
knew that I was in.


SYNOPSIS
by KELLEY ROOS

Connie Barton's suspicions were
aroused by her husband Steve's
clumsy excuses for his regular Wednesday 
night absences. She trailed
him to a private dance studio and
then realized he was taking dance
lessons as a pleasant surprise for her.
Keeping herself unnoticed. Connie
watched the door of the Studio till
Steve left, and went in for a private
word with his teacher. She found the
instructor. Anita Farrell,  on
the floor—shot dead. In the corpse's
hand was a paper silhouette of self. 
Confused, Connie's first thought
was to cover up for Steven. She
grabbed the silhouette and the appointment 
book at the unattended
reception desk outside and 
to confront Steve. She had to believe
his assertions of innocence.
Police promptly got the  of
all Miss Farrell's pupils and began
checking to identify the 7 p. m. Wednesday 
waltzer. When Lieut. BOlling
asked Steve his lesson time. Steve
said 3 o'clock Saturday. From the
stolen appointment book Steve took
the lesson time of a Ralph Tolley
whom Boiling hasn't contacted—
Using the name Hester Frost, and
with a plan in mind to save Slave.
Connie got Miss Farrell's teaching
job. Connie noticed a ventilator in
the ceiling of Studio K—the 
room—and set about exploring the
possibility of the gunshot having
come from there. While up on a catwalk 
over the false ceiling, she heard
from the studio next (o hers a man
and a girl arguing whether he should
chance going to "Rhinebeck Place."
That is where the late Miss Farrel"
lived, at No. 11.
Connie phones Steve and tells him I
to meet her there. When she arrives
she spies a determined young man in
a hurry.
The young man bounced past
me, his heels beating a frenetic 
rhythm on the sidewalk. He
was a good looking kid, but at
the moment his face was clouded
with trouble. It wasn't a face
built for that. This boy looked
as though he should have been
laughing it up with the crowd at
the corner drug store back home.
I hoped my hunch was wrong;
as I watched him over my shoulder 
I hoped he would turn into
one of the other houses on the
block. But it was Anita Farrell's
apartment house he went into.
I hurried back to number 11.
As I entered the vestibule the
inside door was just settling back
into its frame. I re-opened it an
inch or two and listened. Footsteps 
were thudding on the stair
carpeting. They stopped, and I
heard a strong, rough voice say,
"Where you headed son?"
The next voice was the one I
had heard from the catwalk
over the Crescent School. My
hunch had been right; this young
man had just hurried down here
from the studio next to mine.
What d'ya mean, where am I
headed?" he said. "Who are
you?"
"I work for the city, son.
Police department."
"The police . . . what, are, you
doing here?"
"Haven't you any idea?"
"No . . ."
"Where you headed, son?"
"To see some friends of mine,"
the young man said. He spoke
easily. If he had anything to be
nervous about, he wasn't showing 
it. "They live on the top
floor, I just dropped in to say
hello."
"What's the name of your
friends?"
"Martin. Janie and Ed Martin."
"Martin. There's nobody named

Martin lives in this building."
"Sure they do . . . 9 Rhinebeck
Place. That's what they told
me over the phone."
This isn't 9, son. It's 11."
"Oh, sorry ..."
I let the door swing closed. I
hurried out of the vestibule of
number 11 and into the vestibule
of number 9. The name Martinwas 
not under any of the mailboxes. 
I kept moving until I
was safely in the vestibule of
number 7, but my precaution
was needless. The young man
didn't think it necessary because
of the cop to go through the
motion of visiting the phantom
Martins. He breezed right past
number 9 on his way toward
Christopher Street.
I set out after him. I knew
now that the apartment he was
interested in was Anita Farrell's.
The first step in discovering why
would be to find out who this
young man was. He turned left
on Christopher toward Sheridan
Square. I went as far as Christopher, 
then stopped, realizing
that I mustn't follow him.
He hadn't expected to find a
policeman on duty at Anita's
apartment. I hadn't either.
There was a possibility that
Steve would make the same mistake. 
I would have to wait for
him here, warn him against blundering 
into the police as the
young man had.
I was beginning to worry about
what was taking Steve so long
when a cab pulled up to the
curb and stopped. The driver
leaned out at me.
"You Mrs. Barton?"
"Yes."
"Hop in. Your husband sent me
to pick you up."
"Pick me up . . . where is
he?"
"At the Feather Club. If he's
gone when you get there, you're
to ask the bartender for a message." 

I didn't get this at all. "Was
my husband sober?"
"Far as I could tell."
"Where was he when you saw
him?"
"Outside the Feather Club. I
was parked there. What's wrong
. . . don't you want me to take
you to him?"
Well . . . yes, I suppose so."
I got into the cab. "This is nice
of you, thanks."
"It's an easy ten bucks. Thank
you."
Ten dollars. That was important 
money in our family. So
it was important that I Join
Steve at the Feather Club. I
hoped it was more important
than finding out who the young
man in Anita's place was, and
why he was there.
The Feather Club was a tourist
trap on Seventh Avenue below
Sheridan Square. It was too early
in the evening for the nearly
naked ladies whose blown-up pictures 
decorated the front of the
joint to be in action. I got out
of the cab and headed for the
silver door between the girls.
Steve stepped out of it to meet
me. He drew me to one side.
"Connie, the guy's inside."
"What guy?"
"The one we're looking for."
"But, Steve, how do you
know?"
"He was down at Rhinebeck
Place . . ."
"You've been there already?"
"Sure, and he was hanging
around number 11. Then he got
into the yard behind it from
Greenwich Street, but something
scared him away . . ."
"The cops," I said. "There's a
cop on duty there."
"Oh," Steve said.
"And anyway, he isn't the one
1 phoned you about. My guy
was there, too. And the cops
scared him away."
"What?"
"Yes. That's a real popular
spot, Anita's apartment."
"Tell me about your guy."
I told him about my guy, and
I said, "Now you tell me about
your guy."
"I've told you all I know. Except 
that I followed him here...
he's here now."
"We've got to know more."
"Yes. Connie, I may be prejudiced, 
but I think he'd just love
to tell you all about himself."
"Oh? Oh, yes." I had forgotten 
I Was a blonde. I got out my
lipstick. "Describe him for me."
He's at the bar . . . sitting
right in front of the cash
register."
"Don't go far away, Steve."
"Don't worry about that."
I waltzed into the Feather
Club, spotted the cash register
and climbed up on a stool two
down from the man in front of
it. The bartender accosted me. I
ordered a sherry. I looked in the
mirror at Steve's man. He was
looking at a lusty redhead at the
far end of the bar. I had competition. 

My first impression of the man
was that he was proud of himself. 
He liked his looks, the cut
of his clothes, the debonaire way
he smoked his king sized, filter
tipped cigarette. Actually, he
was handsome after a rather
blatant fashion. I couldn't tell
how tall he was, but he was
slender, dark, and he had big
brown eyes, bedroom eyes, a bedroom 
with a Hollywood sized bed
in it. It was with surprise that
I noted he did not have a mustache. 
He definitely gave the
initial impression of having a
well-waxed, Adolphe Menjou type
mustache.
He turned his sleek head and
caught me examining him. I let
my eyes linger admiringly oh his
face a moment. I almost smiled
at him, but not quite. I let him
know that I, while not totally
inaccessible, would be a challenge 
to his allure. Then I
dropped my eyes. I took a dainty
sip of my sherry. I sneaked a
glance at the red-haired woman.
She was glaring at me, and I
knew that I was in.


CHAPTER 11
by KELLEY ROOS

Connie Barton's suspicions were
aroused by her husband Steve's
clumsy excuses for his regular Wednesday 
night absences. She trailed
him to a private dance studio and
then realized he was taking dance
lessons as a pleasant surprise for her.
Keeping herself unnoticed. Connie
watched the door of the Studio till
Steve left, and went in for a private
word with his teacher. She found the
instructor. Anita Farrell,  on
the floor—shot dead. In the corpse's
hand was a paper silhouette of self. 
Confused, Connie's first thought
was to cover up for Steven. She
grabbed the silhouette and the appointment 
book at the unattended
reception desk outside and 
to confront Steve. She had to believe
his assertions of innocence.
Police promptly got the  of
all Miss Farrell's pupils and began
checking to identify the 7 p. m. Wednesday 
waltzer. When Lieut. BOlling
asked Steve his lesson time. Steve
said 3 o'clock Saturday. From the
stolen appointment book Steve took
the lesson time of a Ralph Tolley
whom Boiling hasn't contacted—
Using the name Hester Frost, and
with a plan in mind to save Slave.
Connie got Miss Farrell's teaching
job. Connie noticed a ventilator in
the ceiling of Studio K—the 
room—and set about exploring the
possibility of the gunshot having
come from there. While up on a catwalk 
over the false ceiling, she heard
from the studio next (o hers a man
and a girl arguing whether he should
chance going to "Rhinebeck Place."
That is where the late Miss Farrel"
lived, at No. 11.
Connie phones Steve and tells him I
to meet her there. When she arrives
she spies a determined young man in
a hurry.
The young man bounced past
me, his heels beating a frenetic 
rhythm on the sidewalk. He
was a good looking kid, but at
the moment his face was clouded
with trouble. It wasn't a face
built for that. This boy looked
as though he should have been
laughing it up with the crowd at
the corner drug store back home.
I hoped my hunch was wrong;
as I watched him over my shoulder 
I hoped he would turn into
one of the other houses on the
block. But it was Anita Farrell's
apartment house he went into.
I hurried back to number 11.
As I entered the vestibule the
inside door was just settling back
into its frame. I re-opened it an
inch or two and listened. Footsteps 
were thudding on the stair
carpeting. They stopped, and I
heard a strong, rough voice say,
"Where you headed son?"
The next voice was the one I
had heard from the catwalk
over the Crescent School. My
hunch had been right; this young
man had just hurried down here
from the studio next to mine.
What d'ya mean, where am I
headed?" he said. "Who are
you?"
"I work for the city, son.
Police department."
"The police . . . what, are, you
doing here?"
"Haven't you any idea?"
"No . . ."
"Where you headed, son?"
"To see some friends of mine,"
the young man said. He spoke
easily. If he had anything to be
nervous about, he wasn't showing 
it. "They live on the top
floor, I just dropped in to say
hello."
"What's the name of your
friends?"
"Martin. Janie and Ed Martin."
"Martin. There's nobody named

Martin lives in this building."
"Sure they do . . . 9 Rhinebeck
Place. That's what they told
me over the phone."
This isn't 9, son. It's 11."
"Oh, sorry ..."
I let the door swing closed. I
hurried out of the vestibule of
number 11 and into the vestibule
of number 9. The name Martinwas 
not under any of the mailboxes. 
I kept moving until I
was safely in the vestibule of
number 7, but my precaution
was needless. The young man
didn't think it necessary because
of the cop to go through the
motion of visiting the phantom
Martins. He breezed right past
number 9 on his way toward
Christopher Street.
I set out after him. I knew
now that the apartment he was
interested in was Anita Farrell's.
The first step in discovering why
would be to find out who this
young man was. He turned left
on Christopher toward Sheridan
Square. I went as far as Christopher, 
then stopped, realizing
that I mustn't follow him.
He hadn't expected to find a
policeman on duty at Anita's
apartment. I hadn't either.
There was a possibility that
Steve would make the same mistake. 
I would have to wait for
him here, warn him against blundering 
into the police as the
young man had.
I was beginning to worry about
what was taking Steve so long
when a cab pulled up to the
curb and stopped. The driver
leaned out at me.
"You Mrs. Barton?"
"Yes."
"Hop in. Your husband sent me
to pick you up."
"Pick me up . . . where is
he?"
"At the Feather Club. If he's
gone when you get there, you're
to ask the bartender for a message." 

I didn't get this at all. "Was
my husband sober?"
"Far as I could tell."
"Where was he when you saw
him?"
"Outside the Feather Club. I
was parked there. What's wrong
. . . don't you want me to take
you to him?"
Well . . . yes, I suppose so."
I got into the cab. "This is nice
of you, thanks."
"It's an easy ten bucks. Thank
you."
Ten dollars. That was important 
money in our family. So
it was important that I Join
Steve at the Feather Club. I
hoped it was more important
than finding out who the young
man in Anita's place was, and
why he was there.
The Feather Club was a tourist
trap on Seventh Avenue below
Sheridan Square. It was too early
in the evening for the nearly
naked ladies whose blown-up pictures 
decorated the front of the
joint to be in action. I got out
of the cab and headed for the
silver door between the girls.
Steve stepped out of it to meet
me. He drew me to one side.
"Connie, the guy's inside."
"What guy?"
"The one we're looking for."
"But, Steve, how do you
know?"
"He was down at Rhinebeck
Place . . ."
"You've been there already?"
"Sure, and he was hanging
around number 11. Then he got
into the yard behind it from
Greenwich Street, but something
scared him away . . ."
"The cops," I said. "There's a
cop on duty there."
"Oh," Steve said.
"And anyway, he isn't the one
1 phoned you about. My guy
was there, too. And the cops
scared him away."
"What?"
"Yes. That's a real popular
spot, Anita's apartment."
"Tell me about your guy."
I told him about my guy, and
I said, "Now you tell me about
your guy."
"I've told you all I know. Except 
that I followed him here...
he's here now."
"We've got to know more."
"Yes. Connie, I may be prejudiced, 
but I think he'd just love
to tell you all about himself."
"Oh? Oh, yes." I had forgotten 
I Was a blonde. I got out my
lipstick. "Describe him for me."
He's at the bar . . . sitting
right in front of the cash
register."
"Don't go far away, Steve."
"Don't worry about that."
I waltzed into the Feather
Club, spotted the cash register
and climbed up on a stool two
down from the man in front of
it. The bartender accosted me. I
ordered a sherry. I looked in the
mirror at Steve's man. He was
looking at a lusty redhead at the
far end of the bar. I had competition. 

My first impression of the man
was that he was proud of himself. 
He liked his looks, the cut
of his clothes, the debonaire way
he smoked his king sized, filter
tipped cigarette. Actually, he
was handsome after a rather
blatant fashion. I couldn't tell
how tall he was, but he was
slender, dark, and he had big
brown eyes, bedroom eyes, a bedroom 
with a Hollywood sized bed
in it. It was with surprise that
I noted he did not have a mustache. 
He definitely gave the
initial impression of having a
well-waxed, Adolphe Menjou type
mustache.
He turned his sleek head and
caught me examining him. I let
my eyes linger admiringly oh his
face a moment. I almost smiled
at him, but not quite. I let him
know that I, while not totally
inaccessible, would be a challenge 
to his allure. Then I
dropped my eyes. I took a dainty
sip of my sherry. I sneaked a
glance at the red-haired woman.
She was glaring at me, and I
knew that I was in.


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

WHAT IS BROTHERLY LOVE?
It is God's universal currency. We
have that currency upon which has
been placed the image of the son
of God, written in the blood of Calvary. 
When this currency, brotherly
love, fails to win, there is nothing
else you can offer.
Love is God's derrick hook. Sometimes 
we have burdens that we cannot 
lift by main strength. They
crush us. Have you ever seen workmen 
build large railroad bridges?
Yonder is a big stone that is to
be placed in a certain position ...
No man can lift it. But they place
the machinery and fasten the hooks

of steel ... And a little child
can turn the wheel. The stone is
lifted and placed in position.
So with the burdens of life. What
would, at other times be burdens
become joys . . . when we place
under them the hook of love.
Love is divine magnetism. Jesus
had no trouble in reaching the
masses. He loved humanity People
are attracted by this divine power
of love.
Love is the heart of Christianity.
If my doctor were to tell me that
I had organic heart trouble, I would
understand that meant danger of
sudden death. So many of us are
suffering from heart trouble. And
we are in danger of sudden death.
Love is the badge of Christianity.
We become members of secret orders, 
and only those who know the
secrets of the order can understand 
that we are members.
But Jesus says, "By this shall all
men know that you are my disciples, 
because you love one another."
Love is the eleventh commandment. 
You may say, "I did not know
that you had but ten commandments." 

But Jesus says, "A new commandment 
give I unto you that; you love
one another."
If I love you as I love myself, I
will never misrepresent you. I never
told a lie on myself in all my life.
I will never tell a lie on you, if I
love you. I would not cheat myself. 
If I love you as I love me, I
will not cheat you.
Love is the pope of. Christianity,
and it is infallible. Why, should I
love you? Because you are my brother. 
God has made of one blood
all the nations of the earth.
"Now abides faith, hope, love,
these three; but the greatest of
these is love."
Why is love the greatest? Man
believes but God does not. Man
hopes, but God does not. Man loves,
and God loves. Love is the greatest
because it is the divine element.
God is love!
Remember, when everything else
fails, love wins. Let brotherly love
continue!

BROTHERLY LOVE
REV. BLAIR T. HUNT
PASTOR
MISSISSIPPI BLVD. CHRISTIAN
CHURCH, MEMPHIS

WHAT IS BROTHERLY LOVE?
It is God's universal currency. We
have that currency upon which has
been placed the image of the son
of God, written in the blood of Calvary. 
When this currency, brotherly
love, fails to win, there is nothing
else you can offer.
Love is God's derrick hook. Sometimes 
we have burdens that we cannot 
lift by main strength. They
crush us. Have you ever seen workmen 
build large railroad bridges?
Yonder is a big stone that is to
be placed in a certain position ...
No man can lift it. But they place
the machinery and fasten the hooks

of steel ... And a little child
can turn the wheel. The stone is
lifted and placed in position.
So with the burdens of life. What
would, at other times be burdens
become joys . . . when we place
under them the hook of love.
Love is divine magnetism. Jesus
had no trouble in reaching the
masses. He loved humanity People
are attracted by this divine power
of love.
Love is the heart of Christianity.
If my doctor were to tell me that
I had organic heart trouble, I would
understand that meant danger of
sudden death. So many of us are
suffering from heart trouble. And
we are in danger of sudden death.
Love is the badge of Christianity.
We become members of secret orders, 
and only those who know the
secrets of the order can understand 
that we are members.
But Jesus says, "By this shall all
men know that you are my disciples, 
because you love one another."
Love is the eleventh commandment. 
You may say, "I did not know
that you had but ten commandments." 

But Jesus says, "A new commandment 
give I unto you that; you love
one another."
If I love you as I love myself, I
will never misrepresent you. I never
told a lie on myself in all my life.
I will never tell a lie on you, if I
love you. I would not cheat myself. 
If I love you as I love me, I
will not cheat you.
Love is the pope of. Christianity,
and it is infallible. Why, should I
love you? Because you are my brother. 
God has made of one blood
all the nations of the earth.
"Now abides faith, hope, love,
these three; but the greatest of
these is love."
Why is love the greatest? Man
believes but God does not. Man
hopes, but God does not. Man loves,
and God loves. Love is the greatest
because it is the divine element.
God is love!
Remember, when everything else
fails, love wins. Let brotherly love
continue!
Washington - Josephine Isabel,
582 Lipford, Ernest Jackson, 598
Alston, and Annie Marie Watkins
of 370 South Orleans.

TWO SCHOOLS SEEK QUIZ
EM PANEL TITLE HERE
SATURDAY
Student representatives from
Washington and Douglass High
schools will meet Saturday at
6:30 p. m. as Quiz 'Em On The
Air panelists in the final session
for the City title, it was announced 
here Sunday.
Douglass won that East League
title Dec. 29 with a total of 375
points in correctly answering weekly 
news current events against
Melrose, 320, and Hamilton, 310
other league members.
Washington, with a 105-90 win
over St. Augustint lost Saturday,
won the West League title, and a

375 point total: Manassas, 300
points, and St. Augustine, 295,
were league members in the division. 

The 12 week Quiz 'Em On The
Air panel is co-sponsored by The
Commercial Appeal and radio station 
WDIA.
Douglass' panelists in the finals, 
are; Geraldine Bell of 1468
Sydney; Sammy Fields of 2308
Shasta arid Sidney Bowen of 2203
Shannon.
Washington - Josephine Isabel,
582 Lipford, Ernest Jackson, 598
Alston, and Annie Marie Watkins
of 370 South Orleans.


The B. C. Clinton contracting
firm, with a low bid of $133:539,
will build the new Washington
High school stadium, ft was announced 
by the Board of Education 
Saturday.
The board announced that the
new stadium will seat 5,000.
The Clinton firm was low bidder 
among 13 other companies.
High bid was $173,331.
Architect E. L. Harrison designed 
that new plant.
The new stadium will replace
the old stands now situated on the
field west of tht school. New plans
call for five sections of stands on
tht west side and three on the
east.

NEW STADIUM FIGURE
8133,539; TO SEAT 5,000
The B. C. Clinton contracting
firm, with a low bid of $133:539,
will build the new Washington
High school stadium, ft was announced 
by the Board of Education 
Saturday.
The board announced that the
new stadium will seat 5,000.
The Clinton firm was low bidder 
among 13 other companies.
High bid was $173,331.
Architect E. L. Harrison designed 
that new plant.
The new stadium will replace
the old stands now situated on the
field west of tht school. New plans
call for five sections of stands on
tht west side and three on the
east.

Body Of South Bend
Indiana Man Found
The body of a South Bend, Ind.,
man, stuffed in a, cotton picking
sack, was found by three hunters 
Saturday under a bridge about
four miles south of Blytheville.
The victim was identified as Fred
Taylor, 35, by his companion, Harry 
James, 31, of South Bend, who
was held on an open charge.
Mississippi county sheriff William 
Berryman said-James admitted
beating Taylor to death in an argument, 
stuffing the body in the sack
and throwing it under the bridge,
but no charges had been filed.
The sheriff quoted James as saying 
he and Taylor bought a car
together in South Bend. Taylor went
to Blytheville and James folloewd
in the car.
The body was wrapped in a bedsheet. 


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One Minute Sports Quiz
1. What was the Davis Cup tennis
score recently?
2. Who won the championship
last year?
3. How long has it been since Joe
Louis won the heavyweight title?
4. What pro football teams met
in the championship play-off?
6. Who won the Georgia TechPitt 
game in the Qatar Bowl?
l. 5-0, Australia.
2. Australia.
3. Twenty years.
4. New York Giants and Chicago
Bears.
6. Georgia Tech.

THE ANSWERS:
1. What was the Davis Cup tennis
score recently?
2. Who won the championship
last year?
3. How long has it been since Joe
Louis won the heavyweight title?
4. What pro football teams met
in the championship play-off?
6. Who won the Georgia TechPitt 
game in the Qatar Bowl?
l. 5-0, Australia.
2. Australia.
3. Twenty years.
4. New York Giants and Chicago
Bears.
6. Georgia Tech.

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