Memphis World
Memphis World Publishing Co.
1957-05-04
Raymond F. Tisby

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Leaders Petition Congress For Rights Passage
The special message signed by some 37 leaders of the nation,
sent to Senators and Representatives in the Congress bears the
persuasive ring and the imports of the Constitution of the United
States itself. Timely and filling, it will be a powerful instrument
in this hour in which the President of the United States himself is
engaged in a fight for passage of Civil Rights legislation.
Headed by Dr. J. H. Jackson, president of the National Baptist 
Convention, the document will have certain significance.
The attention is called to the urgent need of every citizen
to appear equally of the ballot box of the nation, in order that
such an expression from each might enhance the usefulness and
free operation of a workable Democracy in a free land.
The paper calls for necessary federal assistance to states,
North and South in opening the ballot box to all citizens and
keeping it free, sacred and secure.
Thusly, the leaders would change a system which has held
in pawn generations of citizens as aliens to free and equal participation 
in the affairs of government.
The paper also would ease and destroy grounds for fear.
There is a non-partisan aspect in the appeal, for it cites
that "if passed, this program will go to the credit of both major
parties, for a Republican administration presented, it, but the responsibility 
for its passage rests with a Democratic control of
Congress."
Civil Rights legislation is still one of the top music on the
administration's agenda at Washington. There bus been no letup
on the part of President Eisenhower in spite of the threatened
filibuster and the long hearing in which both sides of the question
were aired.
What our country needs most just now is an ease in tension,
suspicion and the threat of insecurity from fear and molestation. 

Much criticism of the American way of life would be eased
and a bettor grasp at world problems would be enhanced should
this legislation be forthcoming.
We are happy to see powerful church leaders and those
other public spirited persons interested in the general welfare,
come forward with a workable remedy for some of the ills of the
times. Such will go a long way in the contribution of a meritorious
service to the general cause of freedom.

MEALTIME MELODIES
By LEODA GAMMON
Here are a few food shorts that
can be the very needed fill-ins from
the ordinary to the ritzy.
Begin Breakfast for the whole
family with bowls of hot oatmeal
topped with cooked prunes. Sweeten 
with blown sugar or honey and
pass a pitcher of half and half.
There's lots of Rood nourishment in
this meal in a dish.
Combine quartered canned cling
peach halves, pitted cooked prunes
and pineapple chunks on skewers.
Brush with softened butter, and
brown under the broiler. Heavenly
eating with broiled lamb chops, or
just good outdoor eating.
Golden canned cling peach halves,
fresh pineapple spears sprinkled
with chopped mint leaves, avocado
crescents, and whole unstemmed
strawberries make a colorful fruit
arrangement to serve with cottage
cheese balls rolled in chopped walnuts. 
Dip the drained peaches and
sliced avocado into fresh lime or
lemon juice for extra flavor and to
keep the delicate avocado from dark
ening. This is especially nice for
patio eating.
Chopped toasted almonds and
melted semi-sweet chocolate folded
into sweetened whipped cream
makes an exciting filling for cream
puffs. Or fill cream puff shells with
this delicious two fruit combination.
Put 3 or 4 well drained cling peach
slices in bottom of each shell and
cover with prepared canned pineapple 
pie filling. Top with whipped
cream and slivered roasted almonds
Either makes a wonderful bridge
club dessert.
Dress up frozen chopped bcoli
with sour cream and slivered toasted 
almonds. Cook the broccoli, until
barely tender, drain and stir in a
little sour cream. Sprinkle with almonds. 
Makes a pretty, easy-toserve 
vegetable for a buffet supper.
For a spectacular party dessert,
start with 2 layers of chocolate cake

made from a mix. Cool and split
layers in half. Put the 4 thin layers
together with sweetened whipped
cream. Frost top and sides of cake
with a rich chocolate frosting and
cover generously with finely, chopped 
walnuts.

Dr. Gordon

cago and Columbia university to
New York, where be earned his
doctorate degree in 1932.
Dr. Gordon had taught at State
A & M college in Orangeburg, S. C.
dean of Georgia State Industrial
College in Savannah, Southern University 
in Baton Rouge. La. Delaware 
State College in Dover, Md.,
and Alcorn A & M College in Alcorn, 
Mrs. He was the author of
several books.
At the time of his death, Atlanta
University Alumni Associations
president. Mrs. H. S. Murphy was
in the process of attempting to
have him attend the 40th anniversary 
of his class reunion which
will be held sometimes soon.
Survivors include his wife, Dr
Joan Gordon, who is an instructor
at Savannah State college; two
sons Prank and Robert; Savannah,
a sister, Mrs. Louise Calhoun, 241
Pine St., Atlanta, a cousin, Mrs.
Sara Lewis, 281 McKenzie Dr., N.
E. Atlanta.
He was also the brother-in-law
of Mrs. Lucile McAllister Scott of
1377 Hunter Road, N. W. Atlanta.
Funeral arrangements were incomplete 
at press time.

Robinson Stops

with an assortment of rights and
lefts, then came back and put him
away quickly in the fifth.
In this Youth Vs. Age title fight
the 25-year-old Fullmer was out
to toll the end of Sugar Ray's long
and colorful fistic career. He had
won a unanimous decision from
Robinson at Madison Square Garden
last January and was 2-to-1 ringside 
favorite to retain his championship. 

The flat-nosed mauler from West
Jordan Utah looked pale and more
tense than Robinson as the fight
got underway, but he quickly established 
the same pattern that won
for him in the first fight, rushing
Sugar Ray with both fists flailing
Sugar, however, was having better
success tying Gene up and he hurt
the champion with a good right to
the ribs midway through the first
round.
Robinson scaled 159 1/2 and Fullmer 
a quarter-pound less at the
noon weigh-in. Fullmer's poundage
was a bit more than expected, which

theoretically should have helped
rather than hundred the champion.
A crowd of 12,000 was on hand for
the bout nationally televised except 
in the blacked-out Chicago
area.
Robinson was confronted by a
$23,000 internal revenue lien on his
30 per cent of the proceeds to take
care of a little item of delinquent
income taxes.

FULLMER HURT EARLY

with an assortment of rights and
lefts, then came back and put him
away quickly in the fifth.
In this Youth Vs. Age title fight
the 25-year-old Fullmer was out
to toll the end of Sugar Ray's long
and colorful fistic career. He had
won a unanimous decision from
Robinson at Madison Square Garden
last January and was 2-to-1 ringside 
favorite to retain his championship. 

The flat-nosed mauler from West
Jordan Utah looked pale and more
tense than Robinson as the fight
got underway, but he quickly established 
the same pattern that won
for him in the first fight, rushing
Sugar Ray with both fists flailing
Sugar, however, was having better
success tying Gene up and he hurt
the champion with a good right to
the ribs midway through the first
round.
Robinson scaled 159 1/2 and Fullmer 
a quarter-pound less at the
noon weigh-in. Fullmer's poundage
was a bit more than expected, which

theoretically should have helped
rather than hundred the champion.
A crowd of 12,000 was on hand for
the bout nationally televised except 
in the blacked-out Chicago
area.
Robinson was confronted by a
$23,000 internal revenue lien on his
30 per cent of the proceeds to take
care of a little item of delinquent
income taxes.

MEMPHIANS ENTERTAIN 300 GUESTS AT BRILLIANT BALL —
Front Row, Left to Right: Mr. V. S. Bonds, Mr. Louis B. Hobson,
Mr. Tazlor Ward, Mr. W. Wynn, Mr. J. C. McGran, Dr. E. Frank
White, Mr. Joe Lee Nelson, President; Or. A, T. Martin, Mr. Geo.

Stevens, Dr. LeLand Atkins and Mr. W. Hawkins. (Back Row): Mr.
Howard Sims, Mr. W. C. Weathers, Mr. Jackson, Mr. John Arnold
Mr. Sidney Oates, Mr. I. S. Bodden, Mr. Claiborne Davis, Mr.
Utillus Phillips, Sr., and Mr, Thomas Willis.

A
LOOK HERE
AND THERE
Memphis jazz drouth was abetted 
somewhat with the exhilirating
appearance Monday night in LeMoyne's 
Bruce Hall of the dynamic 
(Dwike) Mitchell (Willie)
Ruff Duo.
Mitchell a rapid fire pianist, who
attacks the keyboard with a fierceness 
not too unlike that of the great
Art Tatum and with a style not
too unsimilar to that of Memphis
own Phineas Newborn Jr, and
Ruff, whose mastery of the bass
and French horn is of the highest
order, were making a return engagement 
after an audience winning 
date at the college the last
school year.
Both are highly trained and
while, as they both admit, they
are not the best on their chosen instruments, 
they are nonetheless
competent promising musicians
who should contribute much to the
evolution of jazz.
In addition to their obvious training 
in the classics, both are graduates 
of the Lionel Hampton
band, which despite labels from
jazz purists of being a "showmanship" 
band, has produced some of
the most promising jazz artists
such as Quince Jones. Art Farmer
and the late Clifford Brown.
After a somewhat discordant beginning 
Mitchell and Ruff hit their
stride and held some 200 listeners 
enthralled for an hour and 45
mins as they modulated from pure
jazz works of such greats as Duke
Jordan, Horace Silver and Thelonius 
Monk, thru a medley of
Gershwin and Rodgers and Hart
tunes to a wedding of jazz and
the classic in the standard Stellar
By Starlight."
And while they may not have
been the most exciting jazz group
some of us have had the fortune
to hear, they undoubtedly were the
most on islanding and the best
such unit that Memphis has heard
in a long time.
And that, after taking such an
indirect route is the heart or this
piece!
It appears that Memphis, which
boasts of being the "home" of the
"Daddy of the Blues' (W. C Handy) 
and the spawning ground of
the late great swing-jazz band of
Jimmy Lunceford, lags woefully behind 
such other Southern cities as
Atlanta, Birmingham, and Nashville 
in providing those of us who
might not be rock and roll, top 10
(20, 30 etc.) or "gospel" music fans
an opportunity to hear more of
this type of music.
We oft times read with envy that
such top jazz artists as Stan Getz
Stan Keuton, Kai (Winding) and
J. J. (Johnson) Miles Davis, Birdland 
Stars of 57, etc. are to appear 
in neighbouring cities and are
not scheduled here.
We believe local promoters are
missing a bet in not bringing such
attractions here. There are many
college (and high school) students
here, we believe, who would greatly 
like and pay to see) more jazz
groups brought, to Memphis.
We feel, and at the same time
not degrading "pop" or "rock and
roll" music that the presentation
of such units as the Mitchell-Ruff
duo will give listeners a greater
interest and understanding of classical 
music thru appearances cf
progressive jazz groups since contemporary 
jazz is fundamentally
based on the works of such musical
greats as Bartok and Ravel;
Sure lets continue to feel proud
that Elvis Presley and B. B. King
are "hometown folks" but let's not
forget Phineas Newborn Jr., and
maybe we can encourage local promoters 
and deejays to spot more
jazz units and works.


JAZZ AND MEMPHIS
Memphis jazz drouth was abetted 
somewhat with the exhilirating
appearance Monday night in LeMoyne's 
Bruce Hall of the dynamic 
(Dwike) Mitchell (Willie)
Ruff Duo.
Mitchell a rapid fire pianist, who
attacks the keyboard with a fierceness 
not too unlike that of the great
Art Tatum and with a style not
too unsimilar to that of Memphis
own Phineas Newborn Jr, and
Ruff, whose mastery of the bass
and French horn is of the highest
order, were making a return engagement 
after an audience winning 
date at the college the last
school year.
Both are highly trained and
while, as they both admit, they
are not the best on their chosen instruments, 
they are nonetheless
competent promising musicians
who should contribute much to the
evolution of jazz.
In addition to their obvious training 
in the classics, both are graduates 
of the Lionel Hampton
band, which despite labels from
jazz purists of being a "showmanship" 
band, has produced some of
the most promising jazz artists
such as Quince Jones. Art Farmer
and the late Clifford Brown.
After a somewhat discordant beginning 
Mitchell and Ruff hit their
stride and held some 200 listeners 
enthralled for an hour and 45
mins as they modulated from pure
jazz works of such greats as Duke
Jordan, Horace Silver and Thelonius 
Monk, thru a medley of
Gershwin and Rodgers and Hart
tunes to a wedding of jazz and
the classic in the standard Stellar
By Starlight."
And while they may not have
been the most exciting jazz group
some of us have had the fortune
to hear, they undoubtedly were the
most on islanding and the best
such unit that Memphis has heard
in a long time.
And that, after taking such an
indirect route is the heart or this
piece!
It appears that Memphis, which
boasts of being the "home" of the
"Daddy of the Blues' (W. C Handy) 
and the spawning ground of
the late great swing-jazz band of
Jimmy Lunceford, lags woefully behind 
such other Southern cities as
Atlanta, Birmingham, and Nashville 
in providing those of us who
might not be rock and roll, top 10
(20, 30 etc.) or "gospel" music fans
an opportunity to hear more of
this type of music.
We oft times read with envy that
such top jazz artists as Stan Getz
Stan Keuton, Kai (Winding) and
J. J. (Johnson) Miles Davis, Birdland 
Stars of 57, etc. are to appear 
in neighbouring cities and are
not scheduled here.
We believe local promoters are
missing a bet in not bringing such
attractions here. There are many
college (and high school) students
here, we believe, who would greatly 
like and pay to see) more jazz
groups brought, to Memphis.
We feel, and at the same time
not degrading "pop" or "rock and
roll" music that the presentation
of such units as the Mitchell-Ruff
duo will give listeners a greater
interest and understanding of classical 
music thru appearances cf
progressive jazz groups since contemporary 
jazz is fundamentally
based on the works of such musical
greats as Bartok and Ravel;
Sure lets continue to feel proud
that Elvis Presley and B. B. King
are "hometown folks" but let's not
forget Phineas Newborn Jr., and
maybe we can encourage local promoters 
and deejays to spot more
jazz units and works.


BLUFF CITY

Miss Helen, Heard; Mesdames
Charlyse Heard Marjorie Perkins
H. B. Shepherd, G. T. McPherson,
Leola Jamison. R. D. Haley, Minnie 
Ridcout. Katie Yarbrough, Dora
Williams, M. J. Owens, Elmira Williams, 
Dr. J. H. Seward. Rev. Alston 
Mr. C. F. Oglesby and Mrs.
Florence Smith.
Mrs. J. H. Seward and Mrs. B.
G. Olive. Jr., served members of
the Elite Club Thursday of last
week Father St. Julian Simpkins, 
pastor of Emmanuel Episcopal
Church, spoke giving the "Meaning
of Lent." Mrs. U. Holmes was
caterer for the occasion Members 
present were Mrs. A W. Willis, 
Sr., Mrs. Sylvia Owen, Mrs.
J. W. Golden. Mrs. Lillian Jones.
Mrs. Ruth Collins, Mrs. L. E.
Brown, Mrs. J. Cox Mrs. George
West. Mrs. B, F. McCleave and
Mrs. Harry Ratcliffe.
Mrs. Bernice E. F. Calloway
made an extensive plane circuit
over the weekend to two outstanding 
meetings (a custom at Easier
time) She attended the State
PTA Meeting with sessions being
held at Knoxville College where
she serves as state program chairman. 
After the banquet she hurried 
to the Nashville City Teacher's 
Bridge Dance at Club Barron
in the Capitol city..... Early Saturday 
morning Mrs. Galloway was
off to Indianapolis where she attended 
the 28th annual meeting of
the National Pan-Hellenic Council 
Sigma men Omegas who
also held their regionals in Indianapolis, 
were honored with
brilliant banquets and a joint formal 
that the Memphis matron also
attended. She brought, greetings
back to many friends of Greeks
that she ran into..... at the Sheraton-Lincoln 
Hotel where she stupped 
along with other Greeks.
Mrs. Calloway brought back the
big news that the National PanHellenic 
Council will hold its annual 
Spring Meeting in Memphis
next April.
Miss Sarita F. Brown, young

daughter of Mr. and Mrs. George
Brown, Sr., attended a Scout meeting 
in Chattanooga with her scout
leader. Miss Louise Leader. The
group climbed the Lookout Mountains 
and looked down into seven
states.... Other trips took them to
the Lookout, Mountain Cave and
Rock City. Just as she left Chattanooga, 
she ran into her brother,
George Brown. Jr., a freshman at
Florida A. and M. College who was
enroute home for the Easter holidays..... 
Coming to Memphis with
Brown were John Hall, a sophomore
at Florida A. and M.; Bobby. E.
Thornton of Tampa who is a sophomore 
at the college and Harvey
P. Jefferson of West Palm Beach
who is a sophomore ... all who attended 
the Alpha Regional meeting 
here. George Brown, a Washington 
graduate and a member of
the Memphis High School Band,
has joined the Florida A. and M.
Band (Marching and Concert Band
units.)
Mrs. Julian Kelso took an early
flight out Thursday morning for
Chicago where she attended the
fashionable wedding of the daughter 
of Mr. and Mrs. "Bob" Miller
(he's a prominent Chicago mortician) 
who was wed to Congressman 
Dawson's nephew at the Congregational 
Church on Saturday of
last week ... Mrs. Kelso is guest
at the Palmer House Hotel.
Members of the Aurora Club of
the Second Congregational Church
will be hostess Sunday, May 5th,
at a "Pink Tea" from 4 to 8 p. m.
Mrs. Effie Flagg president of the
club is inviting the public in
general.
Hear the Arkansas A. and M.
Choir at Metropolitan Church Sunday 
at 8 p. m.

ELITE CLUB ENTERTAINED BY
MRS. SEWARD AND
MRS. R. G. OLIVE. JR.

Miss Helen, Heard; Mesdames
Charlyse Heard Marjorie Perkins
H. B. Shepherd, G. T. McPherson,
Leola Jamison. R. D. Haley, Minnie 
Ridcout. Katie Yarbrough, Dora
Williams, M. J. Owens, Elmira Williams, 
Dr. J. H. Seward. Rev. Alston 
Mr. C. F. Oglesby and Mrs.
Florence Smith.
Mrs. J. H. Seward and Mrs. B.
G. Olive. Jr., served members of
the Elite Club Thursday of last
week Father St. Julian Simpkins, 
pastor of Emmanuel Episcopal
Church, spoke giving the "Meaning
of Lent." Mrs. U. Holmes was
caterer for the occasion Members 
present were Mrs. A W. Willis, 
Sr., Mrs. Sylvia Owen, Mrs.
J. W. Golden. Mrs. Lillian Jones.
Mrs. Ruth Collins, Mrs. L. E.
Brown, Mrs. J. Cox Mrs. George
West. Mrs. B, F. McCleave and
Mrs. Harry Ratcliffe.
Mrs. Bernice E. F. Calloway
made an extensive plane circuit
over the weekend to two outstanding 
meetings (a custom at Easier
time) She attended the State
PTA Meeting with sessions being
held at Knoxville College where
she serves as state program chairman. 
After the banquet she hurried 
to the Nashville City Teacher's 
Bridge Dance at Club Barron
in the Capitol city..... Early Saturday 
morning Mrs. Galloway was
off to Indianapolis where she attended 
the 28th annual meeting of
the National Pan-Hellenic Council 
Sigma men Omegas who
also held their regionals in Indianapolis, 
were honored with
brilliant banquets and a joint formal 
that the Memphis matron also
attended. She brought, greetings
back to many friends of Greeks
that she ran into..... at the Sheraton-Lincoln 
Hotel where she stupped 
along with other Greeks.
Mrs. Calloway brought back the
big news that the National PanHellenic 
Council will hold its annual 
Spring Meeting in Memphis
next April.
Miss Sarita F. Brown, young

daughter of Mr. and Mrs. George
Brown, Sr., attended a Scout meeting 
in Chattanooga with her scout
leader. Miss Louise Leader. The
group climbed the Lookout Mountains 
and looked down into seven
states.... Other trips took them to
the Lookout, Mountain Cave and
Rock City. Just as she left Chattanooga, 
she ran into her brother,
George Brown. Jr., a freshman at
Florida A. and M. College who was
enroute home for the Easter holidays..... 
Coming to Memphis with
Brown were John Hall, a sophomore
at Florida A. and M.; Bobby. E.
Thornton of Tampa who is a sophomore 
at the college and Harvey
P. Jefferson of West Palm Beach
who is a sophomore ... all who attended 
the Alpha Regional meeting 
here. George Brown, a Washington 
graduate and a member of
the Memphis High School Band,
has joined the Florida A. and M.
Band (Marching and Concert Band
units.)
Mrs. Julian Kelso took an early
flight out Thursday morning for
Chicago where she attended the
fashionable wedding of the daughter 
of Mr. and Mrs. "Bob" Miller
(he's a prominent Chicago mortician) 
who was wed to Congressman 
Dawson's nephew at the Congregational 
Church on Saturday of
last week ... Mrs. Kelso is guest
at the Palmer House Hotel.
Members of the Aurora Club of
the Second Congregational Church
will be hostess Sunday, May 5th,
at a "Pink Tea" from 4 to 8 p. m.
Mrs. Effie Flagg president of the
club is inviting the public in
general.
Hear the Arkansas A. and M.
Choir at Metropolitan Church Sunday 
at 8 p. m.

Divorcee Claims Mate
Embarrassed Her
Mrs.
Bessie Brake put a halt to her
marriage to wealthy Los Angeles
trucking operator Harold M. Brake
with testimony that he was "very
moody."
She won her divorce after telling
the court that during one of his

moods he forced her to ride in one
of his trucks in an evening gown.
on New Year's Eve.

Ft. Valley Pays
Tribute To Founder
The seventeenth 
annual Hubbard, Day will
be observed at Fort Valley State
College on May 9. The observance
is held annually at the college in
memory of William Merida Hubbard, 
a pioneer in Georgia education 
and founder of The State Teachers 
and Agricultural College at
Forsyth The Forsyth institution
was merged with Fort Valley in
1939 and Mr. Hubbard served here
as Director of Public Relations
until his death in 1941. The William 
Merida Hubbard Education
Building which is fast nearing
completion on the campus will serve
as a constant reminder of the contributions 
which Mr. Hubbard made
to education in Georgia.
The speaker for the Hubbard
Day observance is Mrs. Ethel W.
Kight, Jeanes Supervisor of Troup
County and Hogansville City
Schools. Mrs. Kight is Regional Director 
of Region II of the Georgia
Teachers and Education Association. 
Under her leadership for six
years as president of the Georgia 
Congress of Colored Parents
and Teachers, she organized six of
the eleven districts and the membership 
grew from 9,000 to 32,000
as a result of Mrs. Kight's effective
work in the consolidation of schools
in Troup County, one of its two
consolidated centers bears the
name. The Ethel W. Kight School.

Colonial Proposes
Debentures Sale
Colonial Stores
Incorporated, one of the top ten
supermarket chains in the country;
on April 30, filed with the Securities 
and Exchange Commission a
registration statement covering the
proposed, sale of $5,000,000 in sinking 
fund debentures due May 1,
1977.
Colonial with headquarters in
Atlanta, Georgia, operates 450 super 
markets in 215 communities in
eleven states east of the Mississippi. 
The company was incorporated 
in Virginia in 1901.
Net proceeds from the sale of
the debentures will be added to
the company's funds, including
funds generated through opera
tions, 
to be further modernization,
improvement and expansion of its
chain of stores and service facilities. 

For the fiscal year 1956, Colonial
Stores had sales of $423,040,00 and
net profits of $5,625,000 eqivalent
to $209 per share common stock
on the 2,608,716 shares outstanding 
at 1956 year end.

The Brass and the Blue
By
JAMES KEENE
© Copyright, 1956, by James Keene, Reported by permission of Random House, Inc., [King Features Syndicate]
BY noon the temperature rose
to staggering heights, but
not a man in the command paid
the slightest attention. There was
a more annoying enemy to think
about now. Meanwhile, First
Lieutenant Schwabacker went
about, making quiet preparations,
odd though they seemed.
Contrary to usual rules of defense, 
he had the wagons abandoned 
and the horse herd moved
frequently. Using the animal herd
for cover, he instructed the first
and third squads to dig pits large
enough to hold four men, two
soldiers and two civilians to the
pit. His survey revealed that a
good many of the civilians were
armed with the new Henry, repeating 
rifle, or the seven-shot
Spencer. He arrayed them in the
dug positions according to firepower 
potential.
Finnegan kept his mouth shut,
and at times this was difficult
Lieutenant Schwabacker had
somewhere lost the "book," for
he violated every concept of General 
Philip St. George Cooke's
new dictates.
Spotted Tail must have thought
the Army commander completely
crazy, or so indecisive he couldn't
make up his mind where to picket 
the horses; they were moved
eight times in the space of three
hours. But each time they moved,
troopers and civilians stayed behind, 
secreted in their trenches.
Schwabacker took care to see
that these positions were adequately 
covered with brush and
that the men stayed out of sight.
He had his look at the completed
job, and ten yards away they
were completely invisible.
By four o'clock the camp was
strangely quiet, yet the bugler
continued to sound off the calls.
Schwabacker drew Sergeant Finnegan 
aside for his final instructions. 
"The waiting will be hardest." 

"Aye, sor, it can eat a man."
"I want you to command the
forward position, Sergeant. It's
my guess Chat Spotted Tail will
try one big one before the sun
goes down. They'll be after the
supplies in the wagons. Don't
fire until you hear the command."
"Aye, sor."
"Get on with it, then," Schwabacker 
said and went around the
camp for a final look. He had
thirty men near the wagons, all
civilians and armed with Henry
repeaters. Rutledge Hughes was
in charge and Schwabacker repeated 
previous instructions. "In
no event fire until they break
past the second ring. This is for
record. I want a man down every
time a trigger is squeezed."
"It's crazy," Hughes grumbled,
"just asking for it this way."
"I have my orders; you have
yours."
The second ring of entrenched
riflemen was seventy yards out,
about the most effective range,
of the Henrys. The men in the
second set of trenches were
armed with Spencers, more powerful, 
longer ranged. Seven rowerful 
volleys without reloading.

Ollie Beal was m command there,
supported by the experience of
Sergeant McGruger. The first and
outer ring was cavalry to the
man, a hundred and seventy-five
yards from the wagon hub of the
camp. Carbines in this position,
single shot, but in capable hands
a tremendous weapon of range
and accuracy.
Schwabacker moved around
the camp as though he had all
the time in the world and he
exercised his control to the limit
to keep from appearing more
nervous than he was.
This was the apex of command
every officer sooner or later
reached, the crowning moment
when his orders would or would
not be executed to the satisfaction 
of the higher echelon. "Give
Spotted Tail another licking"—
no orders had ever been more
clearly given. Now he was on
the periphery of success or fallure: 
that made waiting difficult.
But he did not have time to
worry long about it. From a far
slope a line of mounted braves
breasted the crest and started
down at an easy gallop. At a
range of five hundred yards they
increased their speed, shards of
yelling preceding them.
The bugler was by Schwabacker's 
side, nervously sucking his
mouthpiece. Schwabacker unflapped 
his holster and drew his
pistol, holding it at arm's length
along his leg. Me watched the
Cheyenne come on; he judged
there were several hundred. And
when they approached his first
position, perspiration headed his
forehead. His thought was that
some of the ponies were bound
to step into the trenches, and because 
of this, he said, "Sound
'commence firing.'"
The command came at the
right moment, for the first rank
of racing Cheyennes was almost
upon the concealed trenches. The
ground trembled with the tattooing 
of hoofbeats, then suddenly 
gray brush became alive, presenting 
a wall of fire that turned
the charging mass into chaos.
Hurt, surprised, enraged, the indians 
wheeled once, then came
on, intending to crush this brave
handful, but as they drove to the
attack, the second section released 
their fire, repeating fire
that blinded, caused the proud
Cheyenne to stumble and finally
reel back, mortally wounded.
Two dozen warriors were down
and others followed with a stumbling, 
crippled gait. The Indians
raced away from the Spencers,
but by that time the first section 
had reloaded and followed
them an additional hundred yards
with well-aimed lead.
Instinctively Emil Schwabacker 
sensed that this was not the
end. To Hughes he shouted, "Forward! 
To the second position!"
Under cover of Indian dust,
Hughes and his men ran out and
went into the prepared trenches,
Now the Spencers were reinforced 
with Henry rifles.
A thousand yards out the Cheyenne 
were shouting, turning for
another assault. Schwabacker let
them come on; he could guess

their strategy, and when they
were fifty yards from the first
line of defense, his nod sent a
bugle command outward. The first
bars brought, carbine fire.
Spotted Tail lost men, but he
was prepared to do that now.
He had to close and there was a
price to be paid, and he paid it
with fifteen downed men. His next
obstacle was the Spencer rifles;
he had to crush that force. Driving 
past the first entrenchments,
he met a suddenly increased fire
as the Henry rifles entered the
fight. This was a numbing shock;
Schwabacker could see the hostile 
mass shudder like a wounded
beast.
Dust rose in blinding clouds
and gunfire rattled like dice in a
wooden box. Then with a yell of
bitter defeat, the Cheyennes withdrew 
from the field. A few braves
remained behind to carry away
the dead and wounded.
"Sound recall,'" Schwabacker
said and stood there while the
"C" horn gathered his forces. He
knew that he had lost men. Knew
he would before the fight opened,
but Finnegan's report still jarred
him.
"Eleven dead and nine wounded,
sor."
"How did the civilians fare,
Sergeant?"
"They're missin' a few too, sor."
"Re-form the command and see
that the wounded" are placed in
wagons," Schwabacker said, replacing 
his unfired pistol.
He knew n feeling of satisfaction, 
for now he could report
his mission accomplished. At least
half of it was, giving Spotted
Tail another, licking. Schwabacker 
waited while his command assembled. 
Waited for their verdict,
positive that one would be rendered 
by his men. He had invited 
this attack and men had
been killed. They could blame
him. Never forgive him. From
Rutledge Haghes's expression
Schwabacker saw that here was
one man who never would. But
he didn't give a hoot about
Hughes.
He watched the faces of his
men as they came in.
A group of troopers stopped
nearby, purposely idle. Sergeant
Finnegan returned and just stood
there, not saying anything. Finally 
one of the troopers said,
"That was a durn good fight,
sir."
Schwabacker turned to his own
camp and Sergeant Finnegan
followed. Finally he said, "I'm
just a dumb Irishman who takes
orders, but by God, sor, you give
em, and this troop'll follow 'em."
He grinned. Emil Schwabacker
had seen him grin before, but
this was different, for it went
beyond pleasure. It was the grin
one man gives another when he's
just glad to be a friend.


CHAPTER 13
By
JAMES KEENE
© Copyright, 1956, by James Keene, Reported by permission of Random House, Inc., [King Features Syndicate]
BY noon the temperature rose
to staggering heights, but
not a man in the command paid
the slightest attention. There was
a more annoying enemy to think
about now. Meanwhile, First
Lieutenant Schwabacker went
about, making quiet preparations,
odd though they seemed.
Contrary to usual rules of defense, 
he had the wagons abandoned 
and the horse herd moved
frequently. Using the animal herd
for cover, he instructed the first
and third squads to dig pits large
enough to hold four men, two
soldiers and two civilians to the
pit. His survey revealed that a
good many of the civilians were
armed with the new Henry, repeating 
rifle, or the seven-shot
Spencer. He arrayed them in the
dug positions according to firepower 
potential.
Finnegan kept his mouth shut,
and at times this was difficult
Lieutenant Schwabacker had
somewhere lost the "book," for
he violated every concept of General 
Philip St. George Cooke's
new dictates.
Spotted Tail must have thought
the Army commander completely
crazy, or so indecisive he couldn't
make up his mind where to picket 
the horses; they were moved
eight times in the space of three
hours. But each time they moved,
troopers and civilians stayed behind, 
secreted in their trenches.
Schwabacker took care to see
that these positions were adequately 
covered with brush and
that the men stayed out of sight.
He had his look at the completed
job, and ten yards away they
were completely invisible.
By four o'clock the camp was
strangely quiet, yet the bugler
continued to sound off the calls.
Schwabacker drew Sergeant Finnegan 
aside for his final instructions. 
"The waiting will be hardest." 

"Aye, sor, it can eat a man."
"I want you to command the
forward position, Sergeant. It's
my guess Chat Spotted Tail will
try one big one before the sun
goes down. They'll be after the
supplies in the wagons. Don't
fire until you hear the command."
"Aye, sor."
"Get on with it, then," Schwabacker 
said and went around the
camp for a final look. He had
thirty men near the wagons, all
civilians and armed with Henry
repeaters. Rutledge Hughes was
in charge and Schwabacker repeated 
previous instructions. "In
no event fire until they break
past the second ring. This is for
record. I want a man down every
time a trigger is squeezed."
"It's crazy," Hughes grumbled,
"just asking for it this way."
"I have my orders; you have
yours."
The second ring of entrenched
riflemen was seventy yards out,
about the most effective range,
of the Henrys. The men in the
second set of trenches were
armed with Spencers, more powerful, 
longer ranged. Seven rowerful 
volleys without reloading.

Ollie Beal was m command there,
supported by the experience of
Sergeant McGruger. The first and
outer ring was cavalry to the
man, a hundred and seventy-five
yards from the wagon hub of the
camp. Carbines in this position,
single shot, but in capable hands
a tremendous weapon of range
and accuracy.
Schwabacker moved around
the camp as though he had all
the time in the world and he
exercised his control to the limit
to keep from appearing more
nervous than he was.
This was the apex of command
every officer sooner or later
reached, the crowning moment
when his orders would or would
not be executed to the satisfaction 
of the higher echelon. "Give
Spotted Tail another licking"—
no orders had ever been more
clearly given. Now he was on
the periphery of success or fallure: 
that made waiting difficult.
But he did not have time to
worry long about it. From a far
slope a line of mounted braves
breasted the crest and started
down at an easy gallop. At a
range of five hundred yards they
increased their speed, shards of
yelling preceding them.
The bugler was by Schwabacker's 
side, nervously sucking his
mouthpiece. Schwabacker unflapped 
his holster and drew his
pistol, holding it at arm's length
along his leg. Me watched the
Cheyenne come on; he judged
there were several hundred. And
when they approached his first
position, perspiration headed his
forehead. His thought was that
some of the ponies were bound
to step into the trenches, and because 
of this, he said, "Sound
'commence firing.'"
The command came at the
right moment, for the first rank
of racing Cheyennes was almost
upon the concealed trenches. The
ground trembled with the tattooing 
of hoofbeats, then suddenly 
gray brush became alive, presenting 
a wall of fire that turned
the charging mass into chaos.
Hurt, surprised, enraged, the indians 
wheeled once, then came
on, intending to crush this brave
handful, but as they drove to the
attack, the second section released 
their fire, repeating fire
that blinded, caused the proud
Cheyenne to stumble and finally
reel back, mortally wounded.
Two dozen warriors were down
and others followed with a stumbling, 
crippled gait. The Indians
raced away from the Spencers,
but by that time the first section 
had reloaded and followed
them an additional hundred yards
with well-aimed lead.
Instinctively Emil Schwabacker 
sensed that this was not the
end. To Hughes he shouted, "Forward! 
To the second position!"
Under cover of Indian dust,
Hughes and his men ran out and
went into the prepared trenches,
Now the Spencers were reinforced 
with Henry rifles.
A thousand yards out the Cheyenne 
were shouting, turning for
another assault. Schwabacker let
them come on; he could guess

their strategy, and when they
were fifty yards from the first
line of defense, his nod sent a
bugle command outward. The first
bars brought, carbine fire.
Spotted Tail lost men, but he
was prepared to do that now.
He had to close and there was a
price to be paid, and he paid it
with fifteen downed men. His next
obstacle was the Spencer rifles;
he had to crush that force. Driving 
past the first entrenchments,
he met a suddenly increased fire
as the Henry rifles entered the
fight. This was a numbing shock;
Schwabacker could see the hostile 
mass shudder like a wounded
beast.
Dust rose in blinding clouds
and gunfire rattled like dice in a
wooden box. Then with a yell of
bitter defeat, the Cheyennes withdrew 
from the field. A few braves
remained behind to carry away
the dead and wounded.
"Sound recall,'" Schwabacker
said and stood there while the
"C" horn gathered his forces. He
knew that he had lost men. Knew
he would before the fight opened,
but Finnegan's report still jarred
him.
"Eleven dead and nine wounded,
sor."
"How did the civilians fare,
Sergeant?"
"They're missin' a few too, sor."
"Re-form the command and see
that the wounded" are placed in
wagons," Schwabacker said, replacing 
his unfired pistol.
He knew n feeling of satisfaction, 
for now he could report
his mission accomplished. At least
half of it was, giving Spotted
Tail another, licking. Schwabacker 
waited while his command assembled. 
Waited for their verdict,
positive that one would be rendered 
by his men. He had invited 
this attack and men had
been killed. They could blame
him. Never forgive him. From
Rutledge Haghes's expression
Schwabacker saw that here was
one man who never would. But
he didn't give a hoot about
Hughes.
He watched the faces of his
men as they came in.
A group of troopers stopped
nearby, purposely idle. Sergeant
Finnegan returned and just stood
there, not saying anything. Finally 
one of the troopers said,
"That was a durn good fight,
sir."
Schwabacker turned to his own
camp and Sergeant Finnegan
followed. Finally he said, "I'm
just a dumb Irishman who takes
orders, but by God, sor, you give
em, and this troop'll follow 'em."
He grinned. Emil Schwabacker
had seen him grin before, but
this was different, for it went
beyond pleasure. It was the grin
one man gives another when he's
just glad to be a friend.


SILHOUETTES MAKE PLANS FOR KAPPA DEBUTANTE BALL PRE-
SENTATION —
Kappa wives are seen after completing plans for a
formal ball to be given Friday (tonight) by members of the Kappa
Alpha Psi Fraternity who will present 22 co-eds to Memphis Society 
at their annual ball. Seated left to right are Mrs. Thomas
Willis, Miss Mary Ann Strozier, a "Kappa Sweetheart," Mrs. W. M.
Moore and Mrs. A. W. Willis; Jr. Standing ore Mrs. Thomas Bethel,
Mrs. W. Wynn, Mrs. Ernest Abron, Mrs. Howard Chandler, Mr
R. J. Boddy and Mrs. Floyd Campbell, president of the Silhouettes
Members absent were Mrs. W. P. Porter, Mrs. Howard Chandler
and Mrs. John Whittaker.

Jewish Group Urges End To Rights Delay
Pressing
for an end to what it termed "dilatory 
tactics" by Congress the

American Jewish committee ended
its five-day 50th anniversary observance 
last week by calling for
support of the Administration's
civil rights program and assailed
Congress for its "delay" on the
bill.
In a resolution, the committee
denounced congress and asserted
that it had been 80 years since that
body last enacted any legislation
dealing with the "protection of the
civil rights of the people."