Memphis World Memphis World Publishing Co. 1960-04-30 Thaddeus T. Stokes MEMPHIS WORLD The South's Oldest Leading Colored Semi-Weekly Newspaper Published by MEMPHIS WORLD PUBLISHING CO. Every WEDNESDAY and SARURDAY at 546 BEALE—Ph. JA. 6-4030 Member of SCOTT NEWSPAPER SYNDICATE W. A. Scott, II. Founder, C. A. Scott, General Manager Entered in the Post Office at Memphis, Tenn. as second-class mail under the act of Congress, March 1, 1870. THADDEUS T. STOKES Managing Editor SMITH FLEMING Circulation Manager SUBSCRIPTION RATES Year $5.00—6 Months $3.00—3 Months $1.50 (In Advance) The MEMPHIS WORLD is an independent newspaper — non-sectarian and non-partisan, printing news unbiasedly and supporting those things believes to be of interest to its readers and opposing those things against the interest of its readers. Miss Church's Significant Speech Prejudice — Georgia Douglas Johnson Brief Comment The complaining of big businesses absurd when you learn how much profits have increased. It is never too late to start driving carefully—as long as you are able to drive, anyway. been right. Street corner opinion is usually based upon street corner Information. Conversationalist: One who appreciates the sound of his, or her, voice. The difficulty with most laws, human and divine, is in the interpretation. The individual does not have to advertise his, or her, religion in big type. Time is not so scarce. What is rare is the proper and intelligent use of time. MUTUAL FEDERAL SAVINGS & LOAN ASSOCIATION Any Account Opened by 10th of Month Receiver Interest from 1st of Month Each Account It Insured Up To $10,000 By An Agency of Federal Government Free Off-Street Parking FRIENDLIEST PLACE IN TOWN Any Account Opened by 10th of Month Receiver Interest from 1st of Month Each Account It Insured Up To $10,000 By An Agency of Federal Government Free Off-Street Parking Dr. Horace Frazier Attends Pathology Conference In City Dr. Horace Frazier, associate professor and acting head of the Department of Pathology at Meharry Medical School, was in the city this week to attend the International Academy of Pathology, Dr. Frazier and Dr. J. Owen Bloche, head of Pathology at Homer Phillips hospital in St. Louis, were the only Negroes in attendance. The meeting attracted over 1,000 pathologists from Europe and America. Dr. Frazier is married to the former Elise Fields of Memphis. Last week the Meharry pathologist was a counselor on a medical television show in Washington, D. C., and will soon give lectures at Homer Phillips. Bishop Willis J. King Retires After 52 Years Bishop Willis J. King, resident bishop of the New Orleans Area, Central Jurisdiction of the Methodist Church, will retire concluding 52 years of religious service in July. Bishop King was ordained a bishop in 1944 and assigned by The Methodist Church to serve Monrovia, Liberia (West Africa). Upon the death of Bishop R. N. Brooks here in August of 1953, he was called as bishop of the New Orleans Area, assuming that duty in January of 1954. Honors Day At Morehouse; 97 On Honor Roll According to the office of the Dean of Morehouse College, 97 Morehouse students have qualified for listing on the Scholarship Honor Roll by maintaining an average of B or above with no grade below C. The current Honor Roll is based on work done during the first semester of the academic year 1959-1960. Honors Day was observed at Morehouse on Wednesday, April 27, 1960, with a special service in the Sale Hall Auditorium. The speaker for the occasion was Dr. Edward B. Williams, chairman of the Morehouse Department of Economics and Business Administration, Using for his subject the Morehouse College Motto: "Et Facta Et Lux," (And Light Has Been Made), Dr. Williams made an eloquent plea for moral virtues in education, stressing the need for scholars to become involved in the changing social scene — in bridging the gap between our national ideals and the practices which so often are at variance with those ideals. The current Honor Roll Lists 9 seniors, 33 juniors, 26 sophomore, 28 freshmen, and one unclassified student. The complete Honor Roll follows: Alfonso Adderly, Herman Allen. Robert Allen, George A. Anderson, Emmanuel Asides, Ralph E. Bailey, Michael Banks, Benjamin Berry, Charles. A. Black, Luther Brown, Nathaniel Brown, Johnny Bullock, Melvin Butler, Parnell Cephus, Theodore. Chambers, Lamar Cofield, Julius Coles, Edward C. Cooper, James A. Cooper, Abraham Davis, James N. Davis, Morris Dillard, Roy Duckett, Marvin Dunn, Billy J. Evans, Clark H. Everett, John R. Everett, M. Russell Garcia, Curtis L. Gaye, Charles H. Grady, Willie M. Green, Nathaniel Griffin, Charles Hall, Wayne W. Hall, Joseph E. Hampton, Earle G. Harris, Maurice Hatton, Melvin Heard, Joseph Hicks, Hamilton Holmes, Donald Hopkins, Alton Hornsby, James Hudson, Herman E. Hughes, Bruce Ingram, Lee E. Johnson, Rudolph Jones, Willie E. Jones, Winton D. Jones, Glover Lee, Ray O. Lundy, Charles Lusby, Charles Lyles, Homer McCall, Hanery L. McManus, Robert H. McMillan, Benjamin Martin, James Martin, Charles W. Meredith, Marvin Neal, Boaz H. Ogola, Jabes T, Oliver, Jackson D. Otieno, Clinton Ransaw, Willie Richardson, Edmond Robinson, Walter Rolling, Ronnie Royal, Douglas Rucker, Harold W. Rutherford, David Satcher, Castoria Seymore, Johnny L. Smith, Melvin D. smith, Roulette W. Smith, Charles R. Stephens, Trey Lee Story, Leon Thompkins, Robert L. Thompson, Robert W. Thrash, Charles Trotman, Michael Tucker, Robert A. Turner, McKinley Walker, Hubert Walters, Clarence Wheeler, Dezra White, Curtis Williams, John B. Williams, Robert P. Williams, Ed. R. Williams, Durant Worthy, Willie Wright, Leonard Young, Charles Hammonds, Isaac Willis. THE LAND IS BRIGHT BY JIM KJELGAARD THE COW'S BAWLING became louder, clearer, more urgent, as the men advanced. Captain Colin. Campbell knew a rising irritation. War was cannon and rifle fire, bayonet sparring, handto-nand combat, and in no way whatsoever related to a tense sortie against a bawling cow. Ling Stewart spoke casually, 'Take it easy, Jedge. Ain't nobody here'bouts." "How do you Know?'' "It there was," Ling remained almost maddeningly indifferent, "that cow wouldn't be bawlin'. She'd be milked." Presently they came to a clearing in which there was a weatherbeaten cabin, a garden, and a lean-to barn. Near the barn stood a red and white cow with curved horns and swollen udders. Wanting desperately to be relieved of the load of milk that pained her, she took a few uncertain steps toward the men. Colin asked, "What now?" "Milk her," Watt Sackett, said practically. He walked slowly up to the cow, stroked her with a practiced hand, and soothed her, saying, "So-o, bossie." Colin felt a mighty relief and an overpowering embarrassment He had stalked up the muddy road expecting to find an armed enemy, and he had found an unmilked cow. The live men looked at each other and laughed. When the rest came up, Watt Sackett look a pail from the wagon and began expertly to milk the troubled cow. Ling, Tracey and Johnny Mossmoss prowled into the woods. A few minutes later they returned. Ling said quietly, "Something you should see, Jedge." Colin followed wonderingly to a saddled and bridled brown horse that lay on its side and seemed to be resting. But the blackened blood, which had run down its shoulder and gathered in a puddle between its stiff front legs, proved that it was dead. Near the horse lay the rider—a man in a blue uniform. His cap had fallen off, his rusting rifle lay beside him. He was perhaps nineteen years old. Colin could imagine what had happened. A raiding party of Yankee cavalry had penetrated behind the Confederate lines. There had been a fight here, and both the boy and his horse had fallen in a place where nobody except a woodsman from Hobbs Cck would have found them. We'd better bury him," Colin said abruptly. Ling went to the wagon for spades, and when the news spread the rest of the Wetherly unit came to view the dead soldier. The gave was due and the soldier laid in it. Watt Sackett contributed a wood cross fastened together with buckskin. They hung the soldier's cap on it, and, while the wondering men stood with bared heads, Colin rend from Jason Maxwell's Bible. Then they stripped the saddle and bridle from the dead horse, threw them into the wagon, tied the cow on back, and continued. The ease was gone, and so was the happiness. Accompanied by the four men from Hobbs Creek, Colin resumed scouting three hundred yards ahead of the unit. They stopped for lunch and a brief rest and went on. Suddenly Ling flung himself sidewise against Colin and pushed Tracey Hamlin to the ground. Johnny Mossmoss and Watt Sackett dropped. A second later rifles spoke and bullets whined like angry bees overhead. Ling whispered! "Come on!" He motioned Colin behind the trunk of a huge oak and crouched beside him. With a mighty effort, Colin resumed the leadership. "We'll fall back to the rest," he whispered. "All light," Ling agreed. "Come on out. Yanks!" a near by voice snarled. "Come on out an' we'll let ye be prisoners!" "Blasted Idjits!" Watt Sackett screamed. "Blasted Idjits! We ain't Yanks I We're goin' to help fight 'em!" "You—" there was astonishment in the voice. "You are?" "Yes, "we are! Yes, we are! Blasted Idjits! Blasted Idjits!" "We—" the voice was apologetic now, "we're sorry." "You oughta be!" "We'll come out if ye won't shoot." "Won't shoot!" Watt snarled." "When I see one of you—" "Watt!" Colin said sharply, and to the hidden spokesman, "Come on out. We won't shoot." They emerged from the brush, fourteen lean and sheepish settlers who knew now to handle their firearms even though they were presently fumbling with them. A bearded giant who, in lieu of a shirt, wore a tattered and button less jacket said, "The Yanks was here." Colin said crisply, "They aren't now." "Tain't our fault," the big man said truculently. "And it isn't your fault that some of us aren't dead, either. Where's the fighting?" "S' all over. The Yanks are runnin home to Mama, it they get a few more licking's like that one the war'll be over. You should a seen 'em at Ball's Bluff yesterday —a bunch of girls they was. Tha's Bide Dirksen's cow ya got there." "Where's Bide Dirksen?" "Kil't by the Yanks, I'll take the cow.'' "The cow," Colin said smoothly, "has just been requisitioned by the Confederate Army." Colin and his platoon arrived at the city of tents outside Williamsburg just before noon. One of a group of artillerymen leafing beside his field piece called, "Some more purity sojers! They'll make purity corpses, tool" Johnny Mossmoss stepped forward. The rest of the Hobbs Creek men swung naturally to follow and the men from Wetherly also made ready for battle, It had been an uninteresting winter and they were ready for some excitement. "Come back here!" Colin ordered. "Aw, Jedge!" Watt Sackett said plaintively. "There'll be no brawls. Save your ginger for the Yankees." Then he addressed the artilleryman. "Attention!" "My!" The artilleryman was less defiant than frightened now. "They got, a purity officer, too." Colin turned to Jason Maxwell. "Sergeant, have a detail arrest that man." The artilleryman came to clumsy attention. "I was only foolin'." "Your fooling will get you in trouble one day," Colin snapped. "Where are Colonel Harvey's headquarters?" "Bender's store." "Sir!" "Sir! Bender's store, sir." The artilleryman pointed. "Thar it be." His men grinned openly at Colin's conquest of the insubordinate artilleryman, but Collin was suddenly weary and depressed. The army outside of William spring was not trained. The men were lounging, sloppy, indifferent and this artilleryman was typical of the group. He halted in front of Bender's store and turned to his men. "Find a place and set up camp. I'll join you later." "Sure, Jedge," Ling said easily. When Colin entered the store the soldiers of various ranks who were busily at work did not even look up at his entrance. Obviously Harvey had chosen a diligent staff. "Captain Campbell reporting with the Wetherly platoon," he told the soldier on guard. "One moment, sir." The soldier disappeared. When he returned, he said, "The colonel will see you now sir." 1958 by Jim Kjelgaard. Reprint granted by publisher, Dodd, Mead & Co., Inc, Dist. by King Features Syndicate. CHAPTER 24 BY JIM KJELGAARD THE COW'S BAWLING became louder, clearer, more urgent, as the men advanced. Captain Colin. Campbell knew a rising irritation. War was cannon and rifle fire, bayonet sparring, handto-nand combat, and in no way whatsoever related to a tense sortie against a bawling cow. Ling Stewart spoke casually, 'Take it easy, Jedge. Ain't nobody here'bouts." "How do you Know?'' "It there was," Ling remained almost maddeningly indifferent, "that cow wouldn't be bawlin'. She'd be milked." Presently they came to a clearing in which there was a weatherbeaten cabin, a garden, and a lean-to barn. Near the barn stood a red and white cow with curved horns and swollen udders. Wanting desperately to be relieved of the load of milk that pained her, she took a few uncertain steps toward the men. Colin asked, "What now?" "Milk her," Watt Sackett, said practically. He walked slowly up to the cow, stroked her with a practiced hand, and soothed her, saying, "So-o, bossie." Colin felt a mighty relief and an overpowering embarrassment He had stalked up the muddy road expecting to find an armed enemy, and he had found an unmilked cow. The live men looked at each other and laughed. When the rest came up, Watt Sackett look a pail from the wagon and began expertly to milk the troubled cow. Ling, Tracey and Johnny Mossmoss prowled into the woods. A few minutes later they returned. Ling said quietly, "Something you should see, Jedge." Colin followed wonderingly to a saddled and bridled brown horse that lay on its side and seemed to be resting. But the blackened blood, which had run down its shoulder and gathered in a puddle between its stiff front legs, proved that it was dead. Near the horse lay the rider—a man in a blue uniform. His cap had fallen off, his rusting rifle lay beside him. He was perhaps nineteen years old. Colin could imagine what had happened. A raiding party of Yankee cavalry had penetrated behind the Confederate lines. There had been a fight here, and both the boy and his horse had fallen in a place where nobody except a woodsman from Hobbs Cck would have found them. We'd better bury him," Colin said abruptly. Ling went to the wagon for spades, and when the news spread the rest of the Wetherly unit came to view the dead soldier. The gave was due and the soldier laid in it. Watt Sackett contributed a wood cross fastened together with buckskin. They hung the soldier's cap on it, and, while the wondering men stood with bared heads, Colin rend from Jason Maxwell's Bible. Then they stripped the saddle and bridle from the dead horse, threw them into the wagon, tied the cow on back, and continued. The ease was gone, and so was the happiness. Accompanied by the four men from Hobbs Creek, Colin resumed scouting three hundred yards ahead of the unit. They stopped for lunch and a brief rest and went on. Suddenly Ling flung himself sidewise against Colin and pushed Tracey Hamlin to the ground. Johnny Mossmoss and Watt Sackett dropped. A second later rifles spoke and bullets whined like angry bees overhead. Ling whispered! "Come on!" He motioned Colin behind the trunk of a huge oak and crouched beside him. With a mighty effort, Colin resumed the leadership. "We'll fall back to the rest," he whispered. "All light," Ling agreed. "Come on out. Yanks!" a near by voice snarled. "Come on out an' we'll let ye be prisoners!" "Blasted Idjits!" Watt Sackett screamed. "Blasted Idjits! We ain't Yanks I We're goin' to help fight 'em!" "You—" there was astonishment in the voice. "You are?" "Yes, "we are! Yes, we are! Blasted Idjits! Blasted Idjits!" "We—" the voice was apologetic now, "we're sorry." "You oughta be!" "We'll come out if ye won't shoot." "Won't shoot!" Watt snarled." "When I see one of you—" "Watt!" Colin said sharply, and to the hidden spokesman, "Come on out. We won't shoot." They emerged from the brush, fourteen lean and sheepish settlers who knew now to handle their firearms even though they were presently fumbling with them. A bearded giant who, in lieu of a shirt, wore a tattered and button less jacket said, "The Yanks was here." Colin said crisply, "They aren't now." "Tain't our fault," the big man said truculently. "And it isn't your fault that some of us aren't dead, either. Where's the fighting?" "S' all over. The Yanks are runnin home to Mama, it they get a few more licking's like that one the war'll be over. You should a seen 'em at Ball's Bluff yesterday —a bunch of girls they was. Tha's Bide Dirksen's cow ya got there." "Where's Bide Dirksen?" "Kil't by the Yanks, I'll take the cow.'' "The cow," Colin said smoothly, "has just been requisitioned by the Confederate Army." Colin and his platoon arrived at the city of tents outside Williamsburg just before noon. One of a group of artillerymen leafing beside his field piece called, "Some more purity sojers! They'll make purity corpses, tool" Johnny Mossmoss stepped forward. The rest of the Hobbs Creek men swung naturally to follow and the men from Wetherly also made ready for battle, It had been an uninteresting winter and they were ready for some excitement. "Come back here!" Colin ordered. "Aw, Jedge!" Watt Sackett said plaintively. "There'll be no brawls. Save your ginger for the Yankees." Then he addressed the artilleryman. "Attention!" "My!" The artilleryman was less defiant than frightened now. "They got, a purity officer, too." Colin turned to Jason Maxwell. "Sergeant, have a detail arrest that man." The artilleryman came to clumsy attention. "I was only foolin'." "Your fooling will get you in trouble one day," Colin snapped. "Where are Colonel Harvey's headquarters?" "Bender's store." "Sir!" "Sir! Bender's store, sir." The artilleryman pointed. "Thar it be." His men grinned openly at Colin's conquest of the insubordinate artilleryman, but Collin was suddenly weary and depressed. The army outside of William spring was not trained. The men were lounging, sloppy, indifferent and this artilleryman was typical of the group. He halted in front of Bender's store and turned to his men. "Find a place and set up camp. I'll join you later." "Sure, Jedge," Ling said easily. When Colin entered the store the soldiers of various ranks who were busily at work did not even look up at his entrance. Obviously Harvey had chosen a diligent staff. "Captain Campbell reporting with the Wetherly platoon," he told the soldier on guard. "One moment, sir." The soldier disappeared. When he returned, he said, "The colonel will see you now sir." 1958 by Jim Kjelgaard. Reprint granted by publisher, Dodd, Mead & Co., Inc, Dist. by King Features Syndicate. Parker Lynched Year Ago; No Action Against Lynchers Nothing has changed in this town since a year ago, April 25, when a mob of white men broke into the local jail, kidnapped Mack Charles Parker and lynched him. Not even the men who commited the crime — though they are known — have been arrested. The FBI report on the case, still considered "top secret," contains statements from three men that they were involved in events connected with the lynching. The report lists 23 white men as "known and suspected participants in the abduction." The report was turned over to state authorities when the FBI pulled out last May 25. A county grand jury was expected to consider the lynching, ignored the matter and, in its report, failed to note that a prisoner was missing from the county jail. The Justice Department made sure that the federal grand jury, made up of South Mississippi men, would not ignore the case. About 50 witnesses were subpenaed for a two-week jury session but jury members cut the probe short cancelled appearances of 15 witnesses and announced it could find no federal violations in the case. REPORT TO STATE Nothing has changed in this town since a year ago, April 25, when a mob of white men broke into the local jail, kidnapped Mack Charles Parker and lynched him. Not even the men who commited the crime — though they are known — have been arrested. The FBI report on the case, still considered "top secret," contains statements from three men that they were involved in events connected with the lynching. The report lists 23 white men as "known and suspected participants in the abduction." The report was turned over to state authorities when the FBI pulled out last May 25. A county grand jury was expected to consider the lynching, ignored the matter and, in its report, failed to note that a prisoner was missing from the county jail. The Justice Department made sure that the federal grand jury, made up of South Mississippi men, would not ignore the case. About 50 witnesses were subpenaed for a two-week jury session but jury members cut the probe short cancelled appearances of 15 witnesses and announced it could find no federal violations in the case. The Legend York. But from the dust of Beale Street rose the legend of a man. He pressed his trumpet to his lips and a song rose with the drift of the wind. "I'd rather be there than any place I know." Handy loved Beale Street. He spent a lifetime in full service to all its demands and its traditions, its weaknesses and its ecstasies. To him there was humor, pathos, and drama in this crooked little, street which sprang as from a miasmic dream of a paved congo, the jerky pantomine of pain and piety, supression and sensuousness which was the outer soul of the Negro come to the American town. Handy had been blind for years, but he could see through his eyes were closed. Mrs. Louise Handy, his faithful wife, was his eyes. She was the increment of his humble fortune. He had been married once before to Mrs. Elizabeth Handy, the companion of his youth, who died in 1937. On Friday, March 28, 1958, at three in the morning, at the Sydennam. Hospital he slipped quietly away into unknown before he had time to see the evening sun go down. There were those about his beside who saw him come to the end of his day long before the night had fallen from Heaven on a hope of twilight - W. C. Handy, Jr., and Wyer Handy, his two sons, Charles Handy, a brother, Mrs. Catherine Lewis, a daughter, Mrs. Irma Louise Logan Handy, his wife, and William Handy a grandson. But from the ends of the earth there were mourners as thick as grief. SERVICE TO THE STREET York. But from the dust of Beale Street rose the legend of a man. He pressed his trumpet to his lips and a song rose with the drift of the wind. "I'd rather be there than any place I know." Handy loved Beale Street. He spent a lifetime in full service to all its demands and its traditions, its weaknesses and its ecstasies. To him there was humor, pathos, and drama in this crooked little, street which sprang as from a miasmic dream of a paved congo, the jerky pantomine of pain and piety, supression and sensuousness which was the outer soul of the Negro come to the American town. Handy had been blind for years, but he could see through his eyes were closed. Mrs. Louise Handy, his faithful wife, was his eyes. She was the increment of his humble fortune. He had been married once before to Mrs. Elizabeth Handy, the companion of his youth, who died in 1937. On Friday, March 28, 1958, at three in the morning, at the Sydennam. Hospital he slipped quietly away into unknown before he had time to see the evening sun go down. There were those about his beside who saw him come to the end of his day long before the night had fallen from Heaven on a hope of twilight - W. C. Handy, Jr., and Wyer Handy, his two sons, Charles Handy, a brother, Mrs. Catherine Lewis, a daughter, Mrs. Irma Louise Logan Handy, his wife, and William Handy a grandson. But from the ends of the earth there were mourners as thick as grief. Vet Pension Master of Ceremonies at the meeting was Burson. Holton explained the qualification and eligibility to obtain a VA pension, Phillips said: "The chief differences between the old and new law is that the new law is based upon need. The more income obtained from other sources, the less pension received from the Veterans Administration." Johnson explained that under the new law, if a pensioner is hospitalized, his pension is not reduced until after six months, if he remains hospitalized that length of time." He went on to explain who was eligible for treatment at the VA hospital. He listed: (1) emergency cases (2) service - connected cases (3, non-service - connected case if it is determined that the patient has no other means of obtaining medical treatments, and eligible veteran if a bed is available. Fayette Countians investigate complaints about irregularties. The State Election Commission has until August to appoint a new registrar and commission in the county, in the mean time no voters will be registered in the county. Defendants in the "consent Judgement" case were: Named defendants were Hugh Preston Parks Sr., chairman of the Fayette County Democratic Executive Committee; Joe N. Cocke, secretary; James L. Day, Homer Smith, James Samuel Rhea, John Sheldon Wilder Sr., Edward Riddick Shore, John A, Weber, Dr. L, D. McAuley, Albert Thomas, Sam F. Dunn, Robert L. Tacker, Bernard Franklin, Herman K. Crawford; and M. Wilburn Parks Jr., individually and as members of the executive committee. Parks, chairman of the central committee; Cocke, secretary; Dr. John W. Morris, William H. Cocke, William T. Boyd and H. Clay Mc Carley, individually and as members of the central committee of the executive committee. 345 More Natives Arrested Friday In South Africa A force of 200 policemen backed by troops and armored cars raided the Negro shanty-town of Langa Friday and arrested 345 black Africans. Authorities said a "big array" of weapons was seized. As the number of persons arrested rose toward the 2,000 figure in the month-long crisis the influential South African Bureau of Racial Affairs, SABRA, meeting at Stellenbasch, urged an investigation of the apartheid white supremacy policies which might cause unnecessary friction. The bureau is composed of white intellectuals. SABRA called on all South Africans to "do nothing which would hurt human dignity." In London, the right Rev. Richard Ambrose Reeves, Anglican bishop of Johannesburg charged that the police firing on Africans in Sharpeville, March 21, which started the crisis was "completely unnecessary." In Cape town, Justice Minister Francois Erasmus told the House of Assembly that those arrested in the racial crisis included 1,451, Negroes, 94 whites and 24 "coloreds" those of mixed racial strains. Forrest City he was pursuing special courses in social relationships in the Harlem district of New York city. When First Baptist Church started to remodeled, Dr. and Mrs. Burke decided to donate the mural in memory of the late members of their families who were: Mrs. Cornelia, mother; Mrs. Cassie E. Smith, aunt, Mrs. V. D. Cason, sister, and Mr. John E. Burke, Jr., son. The mural is a protrayal of the tragic climax in the life of Christ. Before the mural arrived several thousand persons viewed it with animated admiration, said Dr. Burke. Also appearing on the program will be Rev. Charles C. Walker, pastor of Second Congregational Church in Little Rock, Ark.; Mrs. Marie Hildreth of North Little Rock who will present Rev. Musser; and the host pastor, Rev, A. D. Bell who will make the acceptance speech. Mrs. Tolise G. Purifoy will be mistress of ceremonies. The public is invited to attend the unveiling ceremonies. YMCA Seek 'Revenge' Against Mt. Pleasant The once-mighty Abe Scharff YMCA boxing unit will try to regain some of its lost prestige when its pugilists take on Tri-State tourney-crowned Mt. Pleasant lighters Friday night, May 13, at the YMCA. The Abe Scharff boys were again forced to take a back seat to another team in the Tri-State tourney when a William W. Cox directed South Memphis outfit under the banner of Greater Mt. Pleasant church walked off with first place laurels in competition. The Mt. Pleasant team was coached by Russell Former and John Ellis and "advised" by Cox, now principal of Grant School, whose South Memphis teams of the past several years have forced Abe Scharff to the rear. The Mt. Pleasant team is a successor of Principal Cox's teams. Cox has denied that he has been doing anything other than "advising" his teams' successor although Dan Partee, YMCA athletic director, charged during the Tri State event that Principal Cox "directed operations of the Mt. Pleasant team by remote control from the back of Church Park auditorium." There was a big dispute over one particular bout which involved Y. M. C. A. boy and a Mt. Pleasant boy, the bout between Pleasant' s Lester Neely and the YMCA's Otwell "Toles. Toles knocked Neely down during the course of the contest, but the judges awarded the bout to Neely. "This was, as I see it, an unfair decision," squawked Dan Partee. "The decision should have gone to Toles on the basis that Neely was knocked down. This should have given Toles the edge. We had a hard time all night with this sort of thing." Toles and Neely most likely will be matched again during the scheduled May 13 fights. "If any Mt. Pleasant fighter backs out of these bouts, it is because he's chicken," one YMCA player said. "These are the fights that will tell the true story about what team is really No, 1 around here." Roscoe Williams and Herbert Hunt are coaches of the YMCA team. Mt. Pleasant boxers include: Charles Thomas, open and weight; Robert Coffee, novice skeeterweight; Frank Thomas, open flyweight; John Freeman, novice bantam weight; James Byrd, open feather weight; Lester Neely, open lightweight; John Wiley, novice lightweight; and Larry Richmond, open heavyweight. YMCA boxers include William Cade, open bantamweight; Frank Saunders open heavyweight; Willie Davis, open light-heavyweight; Clayton Palmoore, open welterweight; and Toles, open heavyweight. The bouts are being sponsored jointly by the YMCA and the Cynthia Christian Club. BIG DISPUTE The once-mighty Abe Scharff YMCA boxing unit will try to regain some of its lost prestige when its pugilists take on Tri-State tourney-crowned Mt. Pleasant lighters Friday night, May 13, at the YMCA. The Abe Scharff boys were again forced to take a back seat to another team in the Tri-State tourney when a William W. Cox directed South Memphis outfit under the banner of Greater Mt. Pleasant church walked off with first place laurels in competition. The Mt. Pleasant team was coached by Russell Former and John Ellis and "advised" by Cox, now principal of Grant School, whose South Memphis teams of the past several years have forced Abe Scharff to the rear. The Mt. Pleasant team is a successor of Principal Cox's teams. Cox has denied that he has been doing anything other than "advising" his teams' successor although Dan Partee, YMCA athletic director, charged during the Tri State event that Principal Cox "directed operations of the Mt. Pleasant team by remote control from the back of Church Park auditorium." There was a big dispute over one particular bout which involved Y. M. C. A. boy and a Mt. Pleasant boy, the bout between Pleasant' s Lester Neely and the YMCA's Otwell "Toles. Toles knocked Neely down during the course of the contest, but the judges awarded the bout to Neely. "This was, as I see it, an unfair decision," squawked Dan Partee. "The decision should have gone to Toles on the basis that Neely was knocked down. This should have given Toles the edge. We had a hard time all night with this sort of thing." Toles and Neely most likely will be matched again during the scheduled May 13 fights. "If any Mt. Pleasant fighter backs out of these bouts, it is because he's chicken," one YMCA player said. "These are the fights that will tell the true story about what team is really No, 1 around here." Roscoe Williams and Herbert Hunt are coaches of the YMCA team. Mt. Pleasant boxers include: Charles Thomas, open and weight; Robert Coffee, novice skeeterweight; Frank Thomas, open flyweight; John Freeman, novice bantam weight; James Byrd, open feather weight; Lester Neely, open lightweight; John Wiley, novice lightweight; and Larry Richmond, open heavyweight. YMCA boxers include William Cade, open bantamweight; Frank Saunders open heavyweight; Willie Davis, open light-heavyweight; Clayton Palmoore, open welterweight; and Toles, open heavyweight. The bouts are being sponsored jointly by the YMCA and the Cynthia Christian Club. American Society Of African Culture Offers Oil Painting Prizes $1,000 in cash prizes will be awarded by the American Society of African Culture on a dramatic program to provide a significant contribution to the Nigerian Independence Celebrations, October, 1960. The Society has announced an oil painting competition open to all artists. Paintings must be on the theme "The American Negro Artist Looks at Africa." The top twenty paintings, submitted by June 1st, will be placed on exhibit at the Third Annual AMSAC Conference at the University of Pennsylvania, June 23-26. The threeprize-winning paintings will be presented to the Government of Nigeria in ceremonies in Lagos, October, 1960. The winner of the first prize of $600 will be given an opportunity to take the AMSAO African Seminar to the Nigerian Independence Celebration. This trip includes six West African countries and stops in London and Paris. The special charter flight will leave New York September 17 and return October 9. 10,000 Suffer told me that "my company cannot supply the gas" because "the gas was sent to you on April 16 but a deputy sheriff turned our truck back," related McFerrin. McFerrin said he later contacted a distributing company in Jackson, Tenn., which also refused to supply him gas. He added. "The manager of this particular company told me that one of the main distributors in Somerville was responsible for the gasoline squeeze on the Negroes who have registered to vote in Fayette County." MrFerrin said he contacted another distributor in Memphis which agreed to supply the 6,000 gallons of gas weekly he needed for retail to other Negro farmers in and around the Somerville area, but the company failed to deliver the supply as did several other distributors in Memphis, Pine Bluff, Ark., and three distributors in Somerville, who told me that they cannot sell me gas. "I asked why." he replied "You know why." He continued: "I have contacted 12 distributing companies and most of them have agreed to supply the gas while I talked with them only to inform me later that they could not keep their, promise, because "their drivers have had trouble trying to deliver the gas." He continued "The 15 Negroes who filed an injunction in Federal court sometime ago to obtain the privilege of registering and voting cannot purchase anything in the county. The stores and business places in Somerville have their names on a list. "The White Citizens Council there has even threaten my life," McFerrin said. Citizens Pay on hand to help reminisce over the life of a great American, W. C. Handy. Stanley Adams and Paul Cunningham, New York officials representing the American Society of Composers, Authors and Publishers, will accept the Handy statue on behalf of Handy' s former associates. Mrs. W. C. Handy, widow of W. C. Handy, and his son, W. C. Handy, Jr., will unveil the statue conceived through bi-racial cooperation, formed by former Mayor Edmund Orgill, and chaired by Frank R. Ahlgren, editor of the Commercial Appeal. Nat C. Williams, Memphis entertainer, is organizing a band to resemble Handy' s original group, which will parade down Main, Madison to Handy Park. Racial Strife whose officers arrested anyone on the streets who appeared to be looking for trouble, said the trouble is over and "the people are getting friendly again." BUY BONDS Novelist Buck said. She paid tribute to the new leaders and to their method of "non-violence" in their campaign "Negroes must press on, but their means must not betray the ends," Miss Buck declared. "Non-violence must continue, for it will be the quickest way to the objective." The speaker outlined four basic qualities for effective leadership. She said the leader must be somewhat of a dreamer who believes his dreams will come true; he must have both genius and the talent to implement his genius; he must have integrity, described as "a loyalty to his vision;" and he must be fearless and able to endure loneliness. Miss Buck said that America does hot have, great leadership today because the people have not demanded It. She said Americans are in need of leadership, but because they made no demands, they have gotten the kind of leadership which they deserve. Want Ad Information Call JA. 6-4030 SALESWOMEN WANTED ATTENTION MOTHERS! HELP WANTED — FEMALE WANTED SALESMEN OR WOMEN FOR SALE NEWSBOYS WANTED GET YOUR VITAMINS Vitamins Add Tears To Life—Add Life To Tears. Buy your vitamins wholesale and save 40%. Moneyback guarantee. Phone FA. 7-5748. REPAIRS ROUTE MANAGERS WANTED INQUIRES WANTED BARBER WAMTED SEW FOR PROFIT FOR SALE BY OWNER 3-ROOM HOUSE & 1 ACRE OF GROUND Basketball Game At Miles On April 29 The Annual Purple and Gold Intra-Squad Basketball Game will highlight the Basketball Clinic sponsored by Miles College at the Immaculata High School gymnasium, 7:30 o'clock Friday night, April 29. High school graduates from various schools in the Jefferson County area and Miles College varsity team will participate in the big game.