Memphis World Memphis World Publishing Co. 1958-05-21 Thaddeus T. Stokes MEMPHIS WORLD AMERICA'S STANDARD RACE JOURNAL The South's Oldest and Leading Colored Semi-Weekly Newspapers Published by MEMPHIS WORLD PUBLISHING CO. Every WEDNESDAY and SATURDAY at 564 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. The First Four Years May 17th will for many a year be an epochal date. It will go down in our histories along with important dates embracing the Magna Charter, the Declaration of Independence, the Dred Scott Decision and the Emancipation Proclamation. This is the date of the handing down by the Supreme Court of the United States of the decision outlawing forced segregation in the public schools. Said case coming up from Clarendon County in South Carolina, was to become the deep concern of all states and counties affected by a decision attacking what is being practiced in their domain. Before this decision was handed down, the Eisenhower administration had already created a climate in its orders for signs, practices and customs stemming from segregation be removed in the District of Columbia. When Chief Justice Warren read the decision, which was unanimous with the court, the broadest sweep in the direction of a basic principle in our Democracy had been administered. Here once again the administration set ah example in what was to come in dealing with something fixed in its interweavings in the fabric of local sanction. A cooling off period was staged, with those affected being allowed to appear as friends of the court and to assist and counsel in ways and means how desegregation was to be processed. Hoxie, Arkansas, far instance, set the pace on a small scale,—even before it was called upon. Some other points in Arkansas engaged in a trial plan with no noticeable violence until Governor Faubus attempted to enlist the state guards in on effort to forestall the decision of a Federal judge. It might be well here to stole while on Arkansas, the moving of troops to the scene of the Little Rock Central High, posed another warning as to the extent the administration would go in defense of the prestige of the country and its courts. Here once end for all this gesture showed the futility of the doctrine of interposition by a state to counteract the promulgation of the Federal court. This fourth anniversary would show that the schools in some 17 southern and border states, 764 school districts, having begun or completed the desegregation process. Desegregation had completed in practice or in policy in all of West Virginia's districts, and about 80 per cent of Kentucky's Negro pupils were desegregated. Some state colleges were desegregated in Louisiana and Virginia. Legislatures in six state have provided by law to permit abolition of public schools if ordered by a court to desegregate. School-closing is mandatory in two of them, South Carolina and Virginia, which would cui off state funds. It might be noted that in Dallas, Texas, and "All deliberate speed" desegregation order has been issued. Three hundred white ministers set a pace for the church in that they signed a statement calling enforced segregation morally and spiritually wrong. Judge William Hastie, a few days ago, pointed the way through what the people at large must observe in a common sense approach at working cut together what has been actually growing on the people for generations. The first four years would demand our part in helping in the solution of what is set before the country. Renewed activity concentrated on the ballot would aid in this climate of generating the atmosphere conducive to the growth and spread of this important trend. Increased activity on the part of the use of the ballot would still be an important factor as a conditioner and a powerful influence as an effective mean bearing upon local sentiment. The first four years would denote progress; progress suggests gains. Vice President Nixon, Goodwill Ambassador Beyond question, Vice-President Richard M. Nixon is one of the most discussed public characters of the time. Regardless of nation or tongue, no personality of this century has been able to grasp the international spotlight and hold on to it indefinitely as has the veep. Far from a mere "fifth-wheel" in government, a symbol of some political fit-in, or the cancellation of some debt due o state for its political flexibility, the vice presidency emerges in this powerful personality in a new role. It portends as that important function just one heartbeat from the presidency, as it should in a country with its rigid demands such as ours. The slurs in South America, where students imitated those of old time who fumed and spat on our Lord, only enhanced his popularity and threw up that contrast by which a high order of statesmanship is more pronounced and conspicuous. The Vice President is not that little individual, easily provoked and one to believe unseemly at the small gesture in sarcasm and ridicule hurled from small minds. He was the big man to literally "turn the other cheek" and continue the broad march as our top goodwill ambassador at large. The treatment accorded a high governmental official, on a lour, of goodwill, should receive the indignation of all loyal Americans, regardless of interests or faiths. Surely this disservice at the hands of those whose misguided tempers would lead them to the extent of open disgrace, is likewise resented by many Latin Americans themselves, feeling that every manner and means of redress are within the framework of the law, and whether national or international, there is no place for this type of expression in a civilized world. These are the trying times for such sane and level headed personages. The clarion call now all over the world is for good relations. That country which can meet this demand through its elected leadership will be the top contributor to what the world needs most now. The open book of Richard Nixon is spread before this civilization and whether in Latin America, the near east or in the United States, he is formulating a pattern and blueprint by which other nations of the earth may shake off the lethargy of their social, political and economic handicaps. He more nearly exemplifies the apostleship of the late Wendell Willkie's "one people and one world." Brief Comments It is not "un-American" to disagree with others, regardless of what positions they occupy. —o— Few people have the courage to resist the crowd, even when they know the crowd is off base. —o— The art of intelligent writing is to make the words so simple that no one can misunderstand you. MY WEEKLY SERMON By REV. BLAIR T. HUNT PASTOR MISSISSIPPI BLVD. CHRISTIAN CHURCH Indeed, the love of money causes many to sin. Poor Judas, remorseful, humillad, heart-broken, sinned because of his greed for money. A succession of events led up to his sin. They were money events. To begin with, Judas was greedy. He carried the bag in which were deposited the few coins used by that disciples band as they followed Jesus over Galilee and Jordan. The handling of money helped to harden his heart. When Mary anointed Jesus in the house of Simon, at Bethany, Judas complained, murmuring that the ointment should be sold for money and the money given to the poor. But he cared nothing for the poor; he desired to lay his hands upon that money for a selfish purpose. He could not see the beauty of an act like that of Mary. He lacked heart power, sympathy, benevolence. He was not touched by altruistic service. In the presence of the group he was rebuked by Jesus; who said: "Why trouble you the woman? She has wrought a good work upon me... Wherever this gospel shall be preached in this whole world, that also Which this woman has done shall be spoken of for a memorial of her." Stung by the rebuke, Judas began to lay his plains for conferences with the enemies of Jesus, that he might surrender him into their hands. The vital hour has arrived, and while Jesus prayed yonder in the garden, Judas amid his band came down the streets to this frequented spot, for he knew the habits of Jesus, where to find him. He hailed him with a kiss, that he might point him out. Judas had receives a handful of silver. He had sinned. Jesus was led away. But the crowd is gone now. Alone with his conscience, how small the money looked. Coming back to the authorities, he offers to return the blood money and cries out; "I have sinned." They ignore his request, so he throws the money on the marble floor and goes out into the right until he reaches a neglected spot. There, alone, he hangs himself. Yes, money made Judas sin. Judas furnished the example of a man who has sinned for money. Do we sin for money? Judas had the spirit of revenge, his game was "getting even." Bud Judas died and "went to his own place;" and how well we know that place and its name. Judas was selfish. There is no sin in the entire catalogue which does not root itself in selfishness. The love of money is the root of evil. We sin daily. But thanks be to God, we have access to the throne of God, through Jesus Christ, where freely our sins will be remitted, if penitently and in faith we ask for forgiveness. Make not the dollar mark your God. Let not money separate your soul from Gad. For God will blow on your money and your money will destroy your soul. SINFUL MONEY By REV. BLAIR T. HUNT PASTOR MISSISSIPPI BLVD. CHRISTIAN CHURCH Indeed, the love of money causes many to sin. Poor Judas, remorseful, humillad, heart-broken, sinned because of his greed for money. A succession of events led up to his sin. They were money events. To begin with, Judas was greedy. He carried the bag in which were deposited the few coins used by that disciples band as they followed Jesus over Galilee and Jordan. The handling of money helped to harden his heart. When Mary anointed Jesus in the house of Simon, at Bethany, Judas complained, murmuring that the ointment should be sold for money and the money given to the poor. But he cared nothing for the poor; he desired to lay his hands upon that money for a selfish purpose. He could not see the beauty of an act like that of Mary. He lacked heart power, sympathy, benevolence. He was not touched by altruistic service. In the presence of the group he was rebuked by Jesus; who said: "Why trouble you the woman? She has wrought a good work upon me... Wherever this gospel shall be preached in this whole world, that also Which this woman has done shall be spoken of for a memorial of her." Stung by the rebuke, Judas began to lay his plains for conferences with the enemies of Jesus, that he might surrender him into their hands. The vital hour has arrived, and while Jesus prayed yonder in the garden, Judas amid his band came down the streets to this frequented spot, for he knew the habits of Jesus, where to find him. He hailed him with a kiss, that he might point him out. Judas had receives a handful of silver. He had sinned. Jesus was led away. But the crowd is gone now. Alone with his conscience, how small the money looked. Coming back to the authorities, he offers to return the blood money and cries out; "I have sinned." They ignore his request, so he throws the money on the marble floor and goes out into the right until he reaches a neglected spot. There, alone, he hangs himself. Yes, money made Judas sin. Judas furnished the example of a man who has sinned for money. Do we sin for money? Judas had the spirit of revenge, his game was "getting even." Bud Judas died and "went to his own place;" and how well we know that place and its name. Judas was selfish. There is no sin in the entire catalogue which does not root itself in selfishness. The love of money is the root of evil. We sin daily. But thanks be to God, we have access to the throne of God, through Jesus Christ, where freely our sins will be remitted, if penitently and in faith we ask for forgiveness. Make not the dollar mark your God. Let not money separate your soul from Gad. For God will blow on your money and your money will destroy your soul. SEEING and SAYING By WILLIAM A. FOWLKES Managing Editor Atlanta Daily World I'M SORRY it happened to Vice President Nixon. But, what happened to one of the nicest guys and ablest leaders in our United States had to happen to somebody in our land. Administration after administration has forgotten to tend the chickens in our own back yard! —o— At that time I pointed out that we had neglected to formulate a foreign policy and trade agreements with people nearer home, while trying to placate all the jealousies of the Old World. —o— This has been a terrible mistake! All of it cannot be blamed on the Communist, who surely were standing ready to exploit every weakness of America's relations at home. We have not had a sufficiently good neighborly policy with the Latin Americans. —o— HOWEVER, in Caracas, he and his party were taken advantage of because they were the symbol of America in which "Little Rock" is existent, spreading its example to others who would defy the law of our land and its leadership. Explaining Our Ways To Win Others By WILLIAM A. FOWLKES Managing Editor Atlanta Daily World I'M SORRY it happened to Vice President Nixon. But, what happened to one of the nicest guys and ablest leaders in our United States had to happen to somebody in our land. Administration after administration has forgotten to tend the chickens in our own back yard! —o— At that time I pointed out that we had neglected to formulate a foreign policy and trade agreements with people nearer home, while trying to placate all the jealousies of the Old World. —o— This has been a terrible mistake! All of it cannot be blamed on the Communist, who surely were standing ready to exploit every weakness of America's relations at home. We have not had a sufficiently good neighborly policy with the Latin Americans. —o— HOWEVER, in Caracas, he and his party were taken advantage of because they were the symbol of America in which "Little Rock" is existent, spreading its example to others who would defy the law of our land and its leadership. TASTE OF SPRING— Here's a taste of spring that's guaranteed to deight all the shortcake lovers in the family — Strawberry Shortcake Meringues. These individual desserts are rich combinations of spongy shortcake, fresh tangy strawberries and light chewy meringues topped with almonds or shredded coconut. Use packaged shortcake dainties from your grocer's ready-to-eat cake department as the base. Cover sides of each dainty with creamy meringue (do not frost centers) and sprinkle with almonds or coconut. Bake and allow to cool. Fill cup wit fresh or frozen berries and top with whipped cream. It's luscious combination that's fresh as a spring day. 2 egg whites, room temperature 1-2 teaspoon cream of tartar 1-4 teaspoon salt 1-2 teaspoon vanilla 2-3 cup sugar 1-2 cup slivered blanched almonds or flaked coconut l package (4 individual) shortcake dainties 2 cups sweetened sliced strawberries (or other fresh, canned or defrosted frozen fruit) Whipped cream or vanilla ice cream, as desired, for topping Pour egg whites into beater bowl and add cream or tartar, salt and vanilla. Beat until mixture forms soft peaks. Add sugar gradually, beating constantly until mixture forms stiff glossy peaks. Cover a baking sheet with ungreased brown paper. Generously frost sides and the top edge of each shortcake dainty with meringue mixture and place shortcake on baking sheet. Do not frost centers of cakes. Sprinkle meringue with almonds or coconut. Bake in slow oven (300 degrees F.) until done, 30-35 minutes. Cool. Remove from paper. Arrange on serving dish. Drizzle fruit juice over cake centers and fill centers with fruit. Serve plain or with whipped cream or ice cream. Makes 4 generous desserts. SHORTCAKE MERINGUE DESSERTS Here's a taste of spring that's guaranteed to deight all the shortcake lovers in the family — Strawberry Shortcake Meringues. These individual desserts are rich combinations of spongy shortcake, fresh tangy strawberries and light chewy meringues topped with almonds or shredded coconut. Use packaged shortcake dainties from your grocer's ready-to-eat cake department as the base. Cover sides of each dainty with creamy meringue (do not frost centers) and sprinkle with almonds or coconut. Bake and allow to cool. Fill cup wit fresh or frozen berries and top with whipped cream. It's luscious combination that's fresh as a spring day. 2 egg whites, room temperature 1-2 teaspoon cream of tartar 1-4 teaspoon salt 1-2 teaspoon vanilla 2-3 cup sugar 1-2 cup slivered blanched almonds or flaked coconut l package (4 individual) shortcake dainties 2 cups sweetened sliced strawberries (or other fresh, canned or defrosted frozen fruit) Whipped cream or vanilla ice cream, as desired, for topping Pour egg whites into beater bowl and add cream or tartar, salt and vanilla. Beat until mixture forms soft peaks. Add sugar gradually, beating constantly until mixture forms stiff glossy peaks. Cover a baking sheet with ungreased brown paper. Generously frost sides and the top edge of each shortcake dainty with meringue mixture and place shortcake on baking sheet. Do not frost centers of cakes. Sprinkle meringue with almonds or coconut. Bake in slow oven (300 degrees F.) until done, 30-35 minutes. Cool. Remove from paper. Arrange on serving dish. Drizzle fruit juice over cake centers and fill centers with fruit. Serve plain or with whipped cream or ice cream. Makes 4 generous desserts. RECEIVE RUSSWURM AWARDS FROM PUBLISH- ERS— The above named persons, in addition to President Eisenhower, were presented awards at the recent National Conference of Negro Leaders sponsored by the National Newspapers Publishers Association in honor of the founder of the first Negro newspaper in the nation. They were given these awards for outstanding service in the field of race relations. First row, left to right: Dr. Robert Weaver of New York; Judge William H. Hastie of U. S. Court of Appeals, N. Y.; Mrs. Sarah Pattern Boyle of Charlottesville, Va.; Julius Thomas of the National Urban League. Back row: Young James who acted for his father, Col. Daniel James of Washington, D. C.; B. T. Harvey of Atlanta, representing the National Association of Inter-Collegiate Athletics; Rev. Daniel Speed of Tallahassee, Fla., and Rev. F. L. 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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. JUSTICE, MY BROTHER! JAMES KEENE'S powerful new novel © Copyright, 1957, by James Keene: reprinted by permission of the novel's publisher. Random House. Inc.; distributed by King Features Syndicate. There has been no woman except their widowed mother on the ranch that the three O'Dare brothers work in wild Oklahoma Territory of the 1900s. Although Cord, the eldest has been the "ladies man." Luther, the second brother, is the first to be marrying. Cord picked out the bride and Luther courted her by mail. When they meet her at Ponca City where she is arriving from Chicago. Smoke, the third brother. Luther, and their mother will see her for the first time. Strong-willed Cord is hated in the region because of his ruthlessness and his refusal to share the O'Dare ranch's water with drought-stricken farmers. Smoke, resentful of the dominance Cord exerts, is telling the story.... LUTHER was standing in front of the mirror, combing his hair for the fifth time although it was already as slick as a sweaty horse. He wore a white shirt with a ruffled front and his string tie had been carefully knotted. He looked at me, using the mirror so he wouldn't have to turn around. "We haven't got much time, Smoke." "I've been told that by everybody," I said, peeling off my shirt. "You act like I was holdin' you up. Don't see why I have to fancy up. She's your girl." Luther laughed, exposing white, even teeth. He wore a mustache, close-clipped, a dark line of hair that made his face seem broader than it actually was. His eyebrows were heavy thickets. "We got to keep up family appearances," he said. "Remember the O'Dare pride, Smoke." "Sure, sure." I stripped off my faded jeans and stomped around in my long underwear, then finally got out my dark suit and pulled on the pants. "How do you know you're going to like her when you see her?" "I'll like her," Luther said. "You saw her picture. Smoke." "Aw, you cant tell nothing from a tintype." He slipped into his coat and shrugged his shoulders. "I think you're more scared than I am, Smoke." "Well, she's a stranger," I said. "How do you know she'll fit in?" "That don't worry me none. Luther said gently. "You read her letters, Smoke. After that she couldn't be called a stranger, could she?" "I guess not," I said so he'd feel better. But I still had my own opinion and wasn't about to change it. To me Edna Shore was just a signature on a lot of letters, and a person can he sy enough when you're a thousand miles too far away to call him on it. I put on a white shirt, stuffed in the tail, then pulled up my suspenders. Luther went out and I followed after picking up my coat and hat. Ma had the table set and a stack of wheatcakes on each plate. Steak filled a platter and there was enough coffee to float a small canoe. When we scraped back our chairs, she went to her room, and by the time we were through eating, she came back, dressed for town. I didn't have to look to see what she was wearing; I already knew. Cord looked past my shoulder and said, "That's right pretty, Ma." His smile was smooth and very pleased. Then I turned around. Ma was wearing the velvet dress, the maroon one with the front cut too low and the waist pulled in too tight. The large-brimmed hat with the outlandish plume made her look like a music-hall prima donna. Around her fleshy neck were the beads, a color that clashed with the dress. Too many beads, and too bright and obviously cheap. But these were all gifts from Cord and Ma wore them on every possible occasion, even going so far as to write in the Bible that she wanted to be buried in them, and if the undertaker would not let her wear the hat, to please let her have it in her hand like she was holding it. "You was never prettier, Ma," Cord said again and got up. This was a signal for Luther and me, so I hastily finished the last of my wheatcakes. Cord left the kitchen for a moment and when he came back he was buckling on his cartridge belt and adjusting the double-action .44 Smith & Wesson on his hip. "You think you'll need that today, Cord?" Ma asked. "After all, it's Luther's bride we're meeting." Cord smiled and put his arm around her. "I'll keep my coat over it while we're at the depot." He went out with Luther to get the saddle horses while Ma went through a last-minute fussing spell to make sure everything was all right. I held the door open for her and when she got ready to step into the buggy, I braced myself against the wheel so she could lean on me and hoist her bulk. The buggy listed heavily to one side under Ma's weight and I went around and got in. I sat there, holding the reins tax until Luther and Cord came from the barn. Then we drove from the yard, taking the Ponca City road. The day was going to be another not one, too hot for a coat and tie, but I knew better than to remove either. Cord and Luther rode to windward of the buggy in order to keep the dust off their clothes. Ma sat with her hands folded in her tap, the beads bouncing on her amble bosom, the plume nodding each time the buggy navigated a rut. Ordinarily I'd be a little pleased and maybe impatient to get into town on Saturday, which was an easy day in this party of the country. A day when men got together over a beer in Lanahan's Saloon and talked about the weather and the price of cattle in Chicago, or what the reservation people were going to do about the Indians who constantly nibbled at the fringes of our herds. And then there were this farmers, who wouldn't look at a cow unless they had a milk pail in their hand; the cattlemen left the farmers alone. That is, most of us did. Cord was pretty open with his dislike, but I sort of sided with Luther, who figured that every man had a right to his own way of life. But like it or not, there was one thing we cattlemen had in common with the farmers; we were all as poor as rats in an empty barn. When the government opened this country to the homesteaders, we were forced to sell off everything and start all over. Sure, we lived in the old house, and ranched pretty much the same land, but it was a scratch start any way you want to look at it. Getting back to that day, I couldn't find much pleasure in it. All I could think about was that by nightfall, we'd have one more in the family, or one less, depending on what kind of woman Edna Shore turned out to be. It kind of pecked me that Luther hadn't settled on a local female; there were plenty of them around. But somehow none of them ever suited Cord as a possible sister-in-law. He never objected to Luther bringing one home, but only once. Cord would sit there and pick her to pieces. Subtle, you understand, but clear enough to discourage a girl from ever coming back. Cord was pretty good at putting his finger on a person's faults. He'd start in easy like, smiling a lot, and maybe making a joke or two, but in an hour he'd have the poor girl's weaknesses hung up for all to see. And by this time Luther would figure that he'd made another innocent mistake and take her home. I guess that's why I was a little surprised when Luther took to writing Edna Shore, and more surprised that Cord approved of them getting married. In a way I guess you could say that Cord picked Edna, leastways he knew her from Chicago visits. So with Cord's approval, Luther did his courting, not once clapping eyes on her except for that tintype he always carried in his shirt pocket. WHAT IS HAPPENING JAMES KEENE'S powerful new novel © Copyright, 1957, by James Keene: reprinted by permission of the novel's publisher. Random House. Inc.; distributed by King Features Syndicate. There has been no woman except their widowed mother on the ranch that the three O'Dare brothers work in wild Oklahoma Territory of the 1900s. Although Cord, the eldest has been the "ladies man." Luther, the second brother, is the first to be marrying. Cord picked out the bride and Luther courted her by mail. When they meet her at Ponca City where she is arriving from Chicago. Smoke, the third brother. Luther, and their mother will see her for the first time. Strong-willed Cord is hated in the region because of his ruthlessness and his refusal to share the O'Dare ranch's water with drought-stricken farmers. Smoke, resentful of the dominance Cord exerts, is telling the story.... LUTHER was standing in front of the mirror, combing his hair for the fifth time although it was already as slick as a sweaty horse. He wore a white shirt with a ruffled front and his string tie had been carefully knotted. He looked at me, using the mirror so he wouldn't have to turn around. "We haven't got much time, Smoke." "I've been told that by everybody," I said, peeling off my shirt. "You act like I was holdin' you up. Don't see why I have to fancy up. She's your girl." Luther laughed, exposing white, even teeth. He wore a mustache, close-clipped, a dark line of hair that made his face seem broader than it actually was. His eyebrows were heavy thickets. "We got to keep up family appearances," he said. "Remember the O'Dare pride, Smoke." "Sure, sure." I stripped off my faded jeans and stomped around in my long underwear, then finally got out my dark suit and pulled on the pants. "How do you know you're going to like her when you see her?" "I'll like her," Luther said. "You saw her picture. Smoke." "Aw, you cant tell nothing from a tintype." He slipped into his coat and shrugged his shoulders. "I think you're more scared than I am, Smoke." "Well, she's a stranger," I said. "How do you know she'll fit in?" "That don't worry me none. Luther said gently. "You read her letters, Smoke. After that she couldn't be called a stranger, could she?" "I guess not," I said so he'd feel better. But I still had my own opinion and wasn't about to change it. To me Edna Shore was just a signature on a lot of letters, and a person can he sy enough when you're a thousand miles too far away to call him on it. I put on a white shirt, stuffed in the tail, then pulled up my suspenders. Luther went out and I followed after picking up my coat and hat. Ma had the table set and a stack of wheatcakes on each plate. Steak filled a platter and there was enough coffee to float a small canoe. When we scraped back our chairs, she went to her room, and by the time we were through eating, she came back, dressed for town. I didn't have to look to see what she was wearing; I already knew. Cord looked past my shoulder and said, "That's right pretty, Ma." His smile was smooth and very pleased. Then I turned around. Ma was wearing the velvet dress, the maroon one with the front cut too low and the waist pulled in too tight. The large-brimmed hat with the outlandish plume made her look like a music-hall prima donna. Around her fleshy neck were the beads, a color that clashed with the dress. Too many beads, and too bright and obviously cheap. But these were all gifts from Cord and Ma wore them on every possible occasion, even going so far as to write in the Bible that she wanted to be buried in them, and if the undertaker would not let her wear the hat, to please let her have it in her hand like she was holding it. "You was never prettier, Ma," Cord said again and got up. This was a signal for Luther and me, so I hastily finished the last of my wheatcakes. Cord left the kitchen for a moment and when he came back he was buckling on his cartridge belt and adjusting the double-action .44 Smith & Wesson on his hip. "You think you'll need that today, Cord?" Ma asked. "After all, it's Luther's bride we're meeting." Cord smiled and put his arm around her. "I'll keep my coat over it while we're at the depot." He went out with Luther to get the saddle horses while Ma went through a last-minute fussing spell to make sure everything was all right. I held the door open for her and when she got ready to step into the buggy, I braced myself against the wheel so she could lean on me and hoist her bulk. The buggy listed heavily to one side under Ma's weight and I went around and got in. I sat there, holding the reins tax until Luther and Cord came from the barn. Then we drove from the yard, taking the Ponca City road. The day was going to be another not one, too hot for a coat and tie, but I knew better than to remove either. Cord and Luther rode to windward of the buggy in order to keep the dust off their clothes. Ma sat with her hands folded in her tap, the beads bouncing on her amble bosom, the plume nodding each time the buggy navigated a rut. Ordinarily I'd be a little pleased and maybe impatient to get into town on Saturday, which was an easy day in this party of the country. A day when men got together over a beer in Lanahan's Saloon and talked about the weather and the price of cattle in Chicago, or what the reservation people were going to do about the Indians who constantly nibbled at the fringes of our herds. And then there were this farmers, who wouldn't look at a cow unless they had a milk pail in their hand; the cattlemen left the farmers alone. That is, most of us did. Cord was pretty open with his dislike, but I sort of sided with Luther, who figured that every man had a right to his own way of life. But like it or not, there was one thing we cattlemen had in common with the farmers; we were all as poor as rats in an empty barn. When the government opened this country to the homesteaders, we were forced to sell off everything and start all over. Sure, we lived in the old house, and ranched pretty much the same land, but it was a scratch start any way you want to look at it. Getting back to that day, I couldn't find much pleasure in it. All I could think about was that by nightfall, we'd have one more in the family, or one less, depending on what kind of woman Edna Shore turned out to be. It kind of pecked me that Luther hadn't settled on a local female; there were plenty of them around. But somehow none of them ever suited Cord as a possible sister-in-law. He never objected to Luther bringing one home, but only once. Cord would sit there and pick her to pieces. Subtle, you understand, but clear enough to discourage a girl from ever coming back. Cord was pretty good at putting his finger on a person's faults. He'd start in easy like, smiling a lot, and maybe making a joke or two, but in an hour he'd have the poor girl's weaknesses hung up for all to see. And by this time Luther would figure that he'd made another innocent mistake and take her home. I guess that's why I was a little surprised when Luther took to writing Edna Shore, and more surprised that Cord approved of them getting married. In a way I guess you could say that Cord picked Edna, leastways he knew her from Chicago visits. So with Cord's approval, Luther did his courting, not once clapping eyes on her except for that tintype he always carried in his shirt pocket. CHAPTER 2 JAMES KEENE'S powerful new novel © Copyright, 1957, by James Keene: reprinted by permission of the novel's publisher. Random House. Inc.; distributed by King Features Syndicate. There has been no woman except their widowed mother on the ranch that the three O'Dare brothers work in wild Oklahoma Territory of the 1900s. Although Cord, the eldest has been the "ladies man." Luther, the second brother, is the first to be marrying. Cord picked out the bride and Luther courted her by mail. When they meet her at Ponca City where she is arriving from Chicago. Smoke, the third brother. Luther, and their mother will see her for the first time. Strong-willed Cord is hated in the region because of his ruthlessness and his refusal to share the O'Dare ranch's water with drought-stricken farmers. Smoke, resentful of the dominance Cord exerts, is telling the story.... LUTHER was standing in front of the mirror, combing his hair for the fifth time although it was already as slick as a sweaty horse. He wore a white shirt with a ruffled front and his string tie had been carefully knotted. He looked at me, using the mirror so he wouldn't have to turn around. "We haven't got much time, Smoke." "I've been told that by everybody," I said, peeling off my shirt. "You act like I was holdin' you up. Don't see why I have to fancy up. She's your girl." Luther laughed, exposing white, even teeth. He wore a mustache, close-clipped, a dark line of hair that made his face seem broader than it actually was. His eyebrows were heavy thickets. "We got to keep up family appearances," he said. "Remember the O'Dare pride, Smoke." "Sure, sure." I stripped off my faded jeans and stomped around in my long underwear, then finally got out my dark suit and pulled on the pants. "How do you know you're going to like her when you see her?" "I'll like her," Luther said. "You saw her picture. Smoke." "Aw, you cant tell nothing from a tintype." He slipped into his coat and shrugged his shoulders. "I think you're more scared than I am, Smoke." "Well, she's a stranger," I said. "How do you know she'll fit in?" "That don't worry me none. Luther said gently. "You read her letters, Smoke. After that she couldn't be called a stranger, could she?" "I guess not," I said so he'd feel better. But I still had my own opinion and wasn't about to change it. To me Edna Shore was just a signature on a lot of letters, and a person can he sy enough when you're a thousand miles too far away to call him on it. I put on a white shirt, stuffed in the tail, then pulled up my suspenders. Luther went out and I followed after picking up my coat and hat. Ma had the table set and a stack of wheatcakes on each plate. Steak filled a platter and there was enough coffee to float a small canoe. When we scraped back our chairs, she went to her room, and by the time we were through eating, she came back, dressed for town. I didn't have to look to see what she was wearing; I already knew. Cord looked past my shoulder and said, "That's right pretty, Ma." His smile was smooth and very pleased. Then I turned around. Ma was wearing the velvet dress, the maroon one with the front cut too low and the waist pulled in too tight. The large-brimmed hat with the outlandish plume made her look like a music-hall prima donna. Around her fleshy neck were the beads, a color that clashed with the dress. Too many beads, and too bright and obviously cheap. But these were all gifts from Cord and Ma wore them on every possible occasion, even going so far as to write in the Bible that she wanted to be buried in them, and if the undertaker would not let her wear the hat, to please let her have it in her hand like she was holding it. "You was never prettier, Ma," Cord said again and got up. This was a signal for Luther and me, so I hastily finished the last of my wheatcakes. Cord left the kitchen for a moment and when he came back he was buckling on his cartridge belt and adjusting the double-action .44 Smith & Wesson on his hip. "You think you'll need that today, Cord?" Ma asked. "After all, it's Luther's bride we're meeting." Cord smiled and put his arm around her. "I'll keep my coat over it while we're at the depot." He went out with Luther to get the saddle horses while Ma went through a last-minute fussing spell to make sure everything was all right. I held the door open for her and when she got ready to step into the buggy, I braced myself against the wheel so she could lean on me and hoist her bulk. The buggy listed heavily to one side under Ma's weight and I went around and got in. I sat there, holding the reins tax until Luther and Cord came from the barn. Then we drove from the yard, taking the Ponca City road. The day was going to be another not one, too hot for a coat and tie, but I knew better than to remove either. Cord and Luther rode to windward of the buggy in order to keep the dust off their clothes. Ma sat with her hands folded in her tap, the beads bouncing on her amble bosom, the plume nodding each time the buggy navigated a rut. Ordinarily I'd be a little pleased and maybe impatient to get into town on Saturday, which was an easy day in this party of the country. A day when men got together over a beer in Lanahan's Saloon and talked about the weather and the price of cattle in Chicago, or what the reservation people were going to do about the Indians who constantly nibbled at the fringes of our herds. And then there were this farmers, who wouldn't look at a cow unless they had a milk pail in their hand; the cattlemen left the farmers alone. That is, most of us did. Cord was pretty open with his dislike, but I sort of sided with Luther, who figured that every man had a right to his own way of life. But like it or not, there was one thing we cattlemen had in common with the farmers; we were all as poor as rats in an empty barn. When the government opened this country to the homesteaders, we were forced to sell off everything and start all over. Sure, we lived in the old house, and ranched pretty much the same land, but it was a scratch start any way you want to look at it. Getting back to that day, I couldn't find much pleasure in it. All I could think about was that by nightfall, we'd have one more in the family, or one less, depending on what kind of woman Edna Shore turned out to be. It kind of pecked me that Luther hadn't settled on a local female; there were plenty of them around. But somehow none of them ever suited Cord as a possible sister-in-law. He never objected to Luther bringing one home, but only once. Cord would sit there and pick her to pieces. Subtle, you understand, but clear enough to discourage a girl from ever coming back. Cord was pretty good at putting his finger on a person's faults. He'd start in easy like, smiling a lot, and maybe making a joke or two, but in an hour he'd have the poor girl's weaknesses hung up for all to see. And by this time Luther would figure that he'd made another innocent mistake and take her home. I guess that's why I was a little surprised when Luther took to writing Edna Shore, and more surprised that Cord approved of them getting married. In a way I guess you could say that Cord picked Edna, leastways he knew her from Chicago visits. So with Cord's approval, Luther did his courting, not once clapping eyes on her except for that tintype he always carried in his shirt pocket. Needs In Education Attitudes in Human Relations," by Dr. Rosella Linskie, professor of education at Memphis State University. Dr. Ernest Hooper of LeMoyne was chairman of the program. State Leaders Set 000; Chattanooga, 22,000; and Knoxville, 15,000. The estimated Negro population of the above cities was placed at (estimated from the 1950 census): Memphis 175,000; Nashville, 58,000; Chattanooga, 40,000 and Knoxville 26,000. Plans for another meeting of the committee is expected to be announced sometime to the near future, however no formal arrangements were made during the Saturday meeting. NON-MILITARY AID Non-military foreign aid grants by the United States last year were at the lowest level since the end of World War II, according to a recent report issued by the Department of Commerce. This aid totaled $1,600,000,000, down from $1,737,000,000 in 1956. However, the addition of sales of farm surpluses for foreign currencies and a near-record volume of lending by the Export-Import Bank brought the total of nonmilitary aid actually shipped or disbursed to $2,571,000,000, up from $2,270,000,000 of the previous year and higher than military aid for the first time since 1951. DON'T GAMBLE WITH POLIO BEFORE TOO LATE! Golfers from all over the midwest territory have entered the 36-holds classis. The invading folers will be headed by the 20-man contigent from Memphis, lead by Eltion Granbenry, Cithers will come from Chicago, Evanston and Springfield, Ill., Cincinnati, Louisville, Gray, Ind., Devatur, Indianapolis, Nashville, ansas City and other cities. The tournament will be played over the Forest Park links. Five flights for men and three for wo men are scheduled. These contests are for 36 holes medal play. These player unable to play 18 holes each of the two days will be accommodated. Players may complete 36 hole either Saturday or Sunday. Leny Tyus and Flemming Cody are expected to battle with the visitors for the championship laurels in the men's division. However, there is a strong supporting cast of good St. Louis golfers who might beat the favorites. In the women's division, a new champ will be crowned, as defending champ Gall Patton will not be entered. Strong competition will come from the home ladies and visitors from Memphis, Peoria, Kansas City Decatur, Evanston and Springfield. Play will begin each day at 7 p. m. Trophies will be awarded at the 8th hole Sunday afternoon at the close of the tournament. The 19th hole may be a popular part of the tourney. The highlights will be a cocktail and buffet panty Saturday evening. COUPLE OF LUMBERMEN — Yanks' Mickey Mantle (left), and Braves' Hank Aaron, current "Most Valuable Player" title holders of the American and National Leagues respectively, chat" over the lumbar before a recent exhibition game between their clubs at Yankee Stadium. The Braves picked up where they left off last October in the Series, by beating the Yankees 4-3. GI Participates In Chest Tourney Afred Philips of Chicago, Ill., was one of the persons who participated in a chest tournament held at the Peabody Hotel last week. Phillips, stationed at Redstone Arsenal in Alabama, competed with eight other amateurs. He has been playing chess since he was in high school about five years ago. The Memphis team was competing against the Alabama team. Phillips drew a game.