Memphis World Memphis World Publishing Co. 1955-10-25 Raymond F. Tisby MEMPHIS WORLD AMERICA'S STANDARD RACE JOURNAL The South's Oldest and Leading Colored Semi-Weekly Newspaper Published by MEMPHIS WORLD PUBLISHING CO. Every TUESDAY and FRIDAY at 164 BEALE — Phone 8-4030 Entered in the Post Office at Memphis, Tenn., as second-class mail under the Act of Congress, March 1, 1870 Member of SCOTT NEWSPAPER SYNDICATE W. A. Scott, II, Founder; C. A. Scott, General Manager Raymond F. Tisby Managing Editor Mrs. Rosa Brown Bracey Public Relations and Advertising William C. Weathers Circulation Promotion 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. SUBSCRIPTION RATES: Year $5.00 — 6 Months $3.00 — 3 Months $1.50 (In Advance) We Owe A Vote Of Gratitude To Memphis State Principals All citizens of Tennessee, white and black, owe a vote of gratitude to the principals in the Memphis State case which resulted in the removal of the too long legal white sanctioning public school segregation and gave our state the opportunity to join the rest of the nation in asserting that there can no longer be "Negro" or "white" public schools, but only public schools period! Our vote of gratitude should go: To Mrs. Nellie Peoples Whitson, Mrs. Ruth Booker Van Hook, Miss Mardest Knowles, Joseph McGhee and Elijah Noel, five Negro youths who were willing to go before the gun of criticism and test the validity of a law which denied them their rights only because of their color. To the Memphis NAACP and its Legal Defense Counsel committee, Attys. H. T. Lockard, J. F. Estes, B. I. Hooks and A. W. Willis Jr., all willing to face threatened repercussions, for its paintaking, thorough ground work leading up to the hearing. To the above mentioned lawyers in addition to special NAACP Attys, Z. A. Alexander Looby and Robert Carter, for the magnificient way they presented themselves and their case in court without resorting to either emotionalism or moralism. To the state's counsels, Arty. General George McCandless, Solicitor General Allison B. Humphreys, and Advocate General Nat Tipton for not even seeking to defend or ressurect the dead doctrine of public school segregation, but rather to concentrate on ways of affecting the change without uncalled for clashes. And finally to federal District Judge Marion Boyd for reaffirming our belief, as stated in-an Oct. 18 editorial in this paper, that the courts "are our freest and most independent branch of government." They Blame The Church Now and then we come across social institutions and individual enterprises that intercepted the church's program and failed. In nearly every instance these organizations when they fail, try to blame it on the church. They would hold up the church in ridicule and sell it short of its treasured value. They would incriminate the preachers, church leaders and lambast the prac-tices of the church. The old church involved many civic and charitable enterprises. It saw to it through its stern devoutness that its members cared for their sick, looked after their dead, shared their wealth paid their debts and lived as nearly as possible "under the tongues of good report" as stipulated by the Bible. Many of the social, charitable and civic movements now taken over by fraternities, insurance companies and health programs were once the prodigies of (he early church. Social readjustments, public welfare and juvenile delinquents all once came under the church. The church stood out for ages as that powerful sponsor of all that is good and honorable in man; it inquired into the economic, industrial as well as the educational well being of mankind. We have lived to see the church gradually stripped of many of these agencies. They have been taken over by specialized interests and the pity of it is when they fall down with their portion of the church's program, they are quick to blame it on the church, and when they go forward and succeed in some laudable redress, they will claim the church is just following up behind. How many punctured ambitions and social wrecks are laid at the door of the church? The President Active Again We are glad to see that President Eisenhower is active again even if he is still confined to the hospital. When newspapers reported recently the President had held a twenty-five minute conference with John Foster Dulles, and had made many suggestions for the carrying out of American foreign policy, the nation greeted the news with relief. The President is an expert in this field, and he is widely respected abroad and his prestige adds much to the serious consideration given his words in every part of the world. The President is therefore a great asset to the American people in the field of international relations, and it is good to have him actively at the helm, in this field, again. And Friday the President held a conference with Attorney General Herbert Brownell with a view of mapping out a program to clear up a back-log of cases in the federal courts. It is aimed a an intensification of the fight against crime. We hope that this program will include a way for the federal government to get jurisdiction so as to make use of its great powers to meet such racial crimes as the Till case which occurred in Mississippi. Something must be done to meet the rising tension created by the Court ruling on the segregation issue. The issue has been drawn now and the majesty of the law must be upheld. White Methodist Ministers Of Birmingham On The March Following in the wake of the promotion of two colored officers of the Atlanta police force to the position of detectives be cause of their meritorious service, the white Methodist ministers of Birmingham, Ala., petitioned the city commission to hire Negro police officers to patrol the colored areas. This same commission rejected such an appeal some time ago from Negro groups of Negro ministers and while it took no immediate action regarding the request from the white ministers, the fact that this appeal went on record, there is hoping that there will come a favorable reply. In the case of Atlanta, the first appeals did not go through The persistency of civic and religious groups, such as is apparen in the Birmingham request, might in a short time bear fruit. The colored officers reflected such credit upon the department as to cause promotion of at least two officers. The cut down in crime since the appointment of Negro police in Atlanta caused the department to believe that the huge homicide record as we know it would be cut down in the promotion of Negro officers to plain clothes duty. In such a gesture the department looked beyond race in its inquiry into the high rate of homicides which reflected no credit on the city and county. The white Methodist ministers of Birmingham feel that it is their Christian duty to offer such suggestions to the city commission as will enhance the peace and happiness of the community. More power to them and may they keep up the good fight until their hopes materialize. REVIEWING THE NEWS By WILLIAM GORDON Managing Editor, Atlanta Daily World It would be easy to trace the map and point out that section of the deep South where ignorance still persists. The section has a history that goes back to slavery. There are feudalistic strains which reach deep, into the core of the thinking, and paternalism remains an inherent factor in the culture. Moreover, this is where ignorance links with fear. The thought is mindful of the telephone call — a call from a white man. His Southern accent was coarse, much more so than the average, and his speech immediately revealed that his educational background was vastly limited. "I'm confused," he finally said. "Confused, because I don't know what to follow. I am more confused when I try to tell some of my neighbors that segregation is wrong, evil and un-Christian," he went on. The man's conversation led me to believe that there are many more people in the South who are confused — confused because the roads many of us travel lead to ignorance rather than enlightenment. One must have sympathy for the white men of the South, many of whom are honest and decent people, but who are caught in the grips of a culture controlled by ignorance. This way of life has a long history. The South has long labored under a sort of dictatorship type of control. Unfortunately, the political forces control things. The voice of the politician, no matter how coarse and ignorant, has been the driving influence back of much of our action. It has been the politician, not the better thinking element of the community which has set the pace and tempo of the South. What we think and how we act, depend largely on the nature and temperament of the political forces in the region. Industry and the extent to which it sets policy can be traced to the mentality of the politician. Even our institutions of learning; what they should teach and to whom they should teach it, is in a large measure flavored from the speeches of the political aspirant. We don't like to admit it, but almost everything we do, the way we talk, and the way we think, get its shaping from the political climate. The ironical thing is, most of the political thinking stems from emotions and ignorance. This puts the very fate of innocent people in the hands of prejudiced forces. And of course prejudice itself stems from ignorance. The forces that tend to hold the South back, and which will continue to do so, if let alone, are based on ignorance. The results give us lynchings, police brutality, discrimination, segregation, all the forces of evil not consistent with it remains, ignorance is what we still have to fear. Ignorance Is What We Fear By WILLIAM GORDON Managing Editor, Atlanta Daily World It would be easy to trace the map and point out that section of the deep South where ignorance still persists. The section has a history that goes back to slavery. There are feudalistic strains which reach deep, into the core of the thinking, and paternalism remains an inherent factor in the culture. Moreover, this is where ignorance links with fear. The thought is mindful of the telephone call — a call from a white man. His Southern accent was coarse, much more so than the average, and his speech immediately revealed that his educational background was vastly limited. "I'm confused," he finally said. "Confused, because I don't know what to follow. I am more confused when I try to tell some of my neighbors that segregation is wrong, evil and un-Christian," he went on. The man's conversation led me to believe that there are many more people in the South who are confused — confused because the roads many of us travel lead to ignorance rather than enlightenment. One must have sympathy for the white men of the South, many of whom are honest and decent people, but who are caught in the grips of a culture controlled by ignorance. This way of life has a long history. The South has long labored under a sort of dictatorship type of control. Unfortunately, the political forces control things. The voice of the politician, no matter how coarse and ignorant, has been the driving influence back of much of our action. It has been the politician, not the better thinking element of the community which has set the pace and tempo of the South. What we think and how we act, depend largely on the nature and temperament of the political forces in the region. Industry and the extent to which it sets policy can be traced to the mentality of the politician. Even our institutions of learning; what they should teach and to whom they should teach it, is in a large measure flavored from the speeches of the political aspirant. We don't like to admit it, but almost everything we do, the way we talk, and the way we think, get its shaping from the political climate. The ironical thing is, most of the political thinking stems from emotions and ignorance. This puts the very fate of innocent people in the hands of prejudiced forces. And of course prejudice itself stems from ignorance. The forces that tend to hold the South back, and which will continue to do so, if let alone, are based on ignorance. The results give us lynchings, police brutality, discrimination, segregation, all the forces of evil not consistent with it remains, ignorance is what we still have to fear. Between The Lines The Old South seems determned to fight another Civil War. In spite of the fact it is still ashamed of Civil War I, it refuses to face the fact that the late Civil War was a War of Rebellion although conveniently called The War Between the Sections, which sounds better "historically." When these internal uprisings succeed they are called revolutions; when they fail they are called rebellions, but the Old South will have none of it. Patent the uprising in the 60's was rebellion against the government of the United States; for it failed, bat the Old South has got the attempt at revolution called everything but a real revolution. A rebellion by another name Is still a rebellion and a blot on the escutheon of the nation. The Old South is again in rebellion against the United States. It has already denounced the Supreme Court and its mandates; it is already heaping abuse upon the duly elected judges of the Supreme Court for its momentous decision of May 17, 1954. Already means and measures are being sought whereby the mandates of the government may be circumvented and countermanded to the end that Negroes may not pass. The Negroes who go to the front in times of war are marked for the rear in times of peace, if the Old South is to be satisfied. World trends mean nothing to the Old South which has forthwith declareed Civil War II. And this time the vor is not directly against the United States but against 15 million Negroes who seek to become full-fledged citizens of the nation they have helped to build into greatness Just as vengeance against the United States was taken put on the defenseless Negroes during Reconstruction and since, so the Old South will take vengeance against the Supreme Court and the nation because, little, by little. Negroes are beign promised full citizenship in this country. There is the Old South that would ladly go to war again if it were not afraid to again challenge the United States to its face. But it is not afraid to challenge the poor defenseless Negroes. And so there is an undeclared war against the Negro. It is Civil War II. Whereas the first Civil War is being declared openly against the United States, the current Civil War is being declared covertly against the Negro. This is written to warn Negroes of such war in order that we be not deceived into bellying that there is a Golden Age at hand. There will be great tribulation for Negroes before the Old Surrenders at some figure moral Appomattox. When the Old South demands that membership in the NAACP be denounced as a means of the Negro's getting his daily bread, we have an inkling of what to expect. Some industries in resisting the advance of labor's cause have offered laborers the "Yellow Dog" contract in which the laborer pledges not to join a union while in the company's employ Labor has advanced by collective bargaining and yet those reactionary companies would deny the right of collective bargaining to their employees. When a crusade is being currently launched to destroy the NAACP because it wants The Constitution respected we have an attempt to force upon Negroes another "Yellow Dog" contract. It is a burning shame and a disgrace to our nation that such highhanded tactics are being employed to negate the decision of the Supreme Court of these United States. The Old South is fighting mad and fighting back because it is fighting a losing battle! The states that joined the Confederacy did so gravely; but the few states joining in Civil War II against the Negroes are doing so haltingly and with diffidence The encouraging aspect of this whole matter resides in the fact that the Old South is dwindling. The sun of intelligence is shining too brightly in the South for a respectable Civil War II. Top many intelligent, Southerners have seen the hendwriting on the wall and they also we the futility of a Civil War against Hie Neiroes of the palion. It is just a matter of time and the New South will be heard from and that will usher in a better day. The Old South declares Civil War II—against its poor defenseless Negroes. Just how successfully they prosecute the war will determine whether communism or democracy will prevail in the world of tomorrow! THE OLD SOUTH'S CIVIL WAR The Old South seems determned to fight another Civil War. In spite of the fact it is still ashamed of Civil War I, it refuses to face the fact that the late Civil War was a War of Rebellion although conveniently called The War Between the Sections, which sounds better "historically." When these internal uprisings succeed they are called revolutions; when they fail they are called rebellions, but the Old South will have none of it. Patent the uprising in the 60's was rebellion against the government of the United States; for it failed, bat the Old South has got the attempt at revolution called everything but a real revolution. A rebellion by another name Is still a rebellion and a blot on the escutheon of the nation. The Old South is again in rebellion against the United States. It has already denounced the Supreme Court and its mandates; it is already heaping abuse upon the duly elected judges of the Supreme Court for its momentous decision of May 17, 1954. Already means and measures are being sought whereby the mandates of the government may be circumvented and countermanded to the end that Negroes may not pass. The Negroes who go to the front in times of war are marked for the rear in times of peace, if the Old South is to be satisfied. World trends mean nothing to the Old South which has forthwith declareed Civil War II. And this time the vor is not directly against the United States but against 15 million Negroes who seek to become full-fledged citizens of the nation they have helped to build into greatness Just as vengeance against the United States was taken put on the defenseless Negroes during Reconstruction and since, so the Old South will take vengeance against the Supreme Court and the nation because, little, by little. Negroes are beign promised full citizenship in this country. There is the Old South that would ladly go to war again if it were not afraid to again challenge the United States to its face. But it is not afraid to challenge the poor defenseless Negroes. And so there is an undeclared war against the Negro. It is Civil War II. Whereas the first Civil War is being declared openly against the United States, the current Civil War is being declared covertly against the Negro. This is written to warn Negroes of such war in order that we be not deceived into bellying that there is a Golden Age at hand. There will be great tribulation for Negroes before the Old Surrenders at some figure moral Appomattox. When the Old South demands that membership in the NAACP be denounced as a means of the Negro's getting his daily bread, we have an inkling of what to expect. Some industries in resisting the advance of labor's cause have offered laborers the "Yellow Dog" contract in which the laborer pledges not to join a union while in the company's employ Labor has advanced by collective bargaining and yet those reactionary companies would deny the right of collective bargaining to their employees. When a crusade is being currently launched to destroy the NAACP because it wants The Constitution respected we have an attempt to force upon Negroes another "Yellow Dog" contract. It is a burning shame and a disgrace to our nation that such highhanded tactics are being employed to negate the decision of the Supreme Court of these United States. The Old South is fighting mad and fighting back because it is fighting a losing battle! 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In their bereavement the deceased old man's family came to the church ... saying in substance, "Friend (death) of my husband, my father, came to us at midnight and we have nothing to set before him." They knew the church had something adequate to set before them in their sad midnight hour. In one of Jesus most interesting conversations, there is a haunting sentence..." A friend of mine, in his journey, is come to me: and I have nothing to set before him." It was midnight when that visitor came and found the man upon whom he had always depended, empty-handed. It is mdnight now for thousands of people. Do we have anything adequate to set before them in their hour of dire need? In many homes "all love and tenderness seem turned to dust and ashes, mocked by the ghosts of sweet things dead." The church has something adequate and satisfying to set before men and women in their midnight hour. That "something" is not new. It is the ageless message of God to the ageless heart of humanity. Christianity is a midnight religion. In its sacred book, the Bible, midnight is always the hour of deliverance. It was near midnight that the Children of Israel departed from Ewypt on that memorable journey to the land of promise. Without the aid of human hands, the iron gates of prison opened at midnight for Peter. At midnight the prisoners were awakened by the songs of Paul and Silas... Songs which proved to be songs of deliverance. It could not have been far from midnight when the great stone was rolled away from the tomb of Joseph's Garden. Christianity is the only religion which has ever adequately measureed itself against the midnight of death. It is the only religion which can ever adequately measure itself against those forces in human society which bring the individual and the word to the midnight of heartaches and tears, bereavements and losses. The church has something for you ... and you... and you... and you... in your midnight hour ... even the blackest midnight of the fearful sense of the irrevocable. The Church has something for you! "MIDNIGHT" REV. BLAIR T HUNT, PASTOR MISSISSIPPI BLVD. CHRISTIAN CHURCH, MEMPHIS A man of nearly 70 years died last week. He was good. He was kind. His wife was grief-stricken. His children were called back home to his funeral. A friend, "death," had visited the old homestead... at nightnight. Why call death a friend? Death never takes from an individual anything worth keeping. It takes from the individual his pains his aches, his sorrows, his ailments his anxieties, his griefs. Hence, we call him a friend. In their bereavement the deceased old man's family came to the church ... saying in substance, "Friend (death) of my husband, my father, came to us at midnight and we have nothing to set before him." They knew the church had something adequate to set before them in their sad midnight hour. In one of Jesus most interesting conversations, there is a haunting sentence..." A friend of mine, in his journey, is come to me: and I have nothing to set before him." It was midnight when that visitor came and found the man upon whom he had always depended, empty-handed. It is mdnight now for thousands of people. Do we have anything adequate to set before them in their hour of dire need? In many homes "all love and tenderness seem turned to dust and ashes, mocked by the ghosts of sweet things dead." The church has something adequate and satisfying to set before men and women in their midnight hour. That "something" is not new. It is the ageless message of God to the ageless heart of humanity. Christianity is a midnight religion. In its sacred book, the Bible, midnight is always the hour of deliverance. It was near midnight that the Children of Israel departed from Ewypt on that memorable journey to the land of promise. Without the aid of human hands, the iron gates of prison opened at midnight for Peter. At midnight the prisoners were awakened by the songs of Paul and Silas... Songs which proved to be songs of deliverance. It could not have been far from midnight when the great stone was rolled away from the tomb of Joseph's Garden. Christianity is the only religion which has ever adequately measureed itself against the midnight of death. It is the only religion which can ever adequately measure itself against those forces in human society which bring the individual and the word to the midnight of heartaches and tears, bereavements and losses. The church has something for you ... and you... and you... and you... in your midnight hour ... even the blackest midnight of the fearful sense of the irrevocable. The Church has something for you! LETTERS TO THE Dear Editor: Please accept sincere appreciation and humble thanks for your explicit genuineness in spotlighting the Memphis NAACP Legal Counsel Staff on your October 21. 1135, Friday's Edition of the Memphis World. The Memphis NAACP Legal Counsel Staff has worked for more than two (2) years in makings and preparing for the Memphis State case, a successful reality. We are indeed privileged to know that public acclaim has been made through your press for the untiring sacrifice exhibited by the Memphis NAACP Legal Staff in promoting through the courts the segregation is unconstitutional in the Public Schools of the state of Tennessee The NAACP Legal Staff further praises those (5) live young people who represented the entire Negro race of Tennessee in briging their complaint to and segregation in our public Schools. Please accept this idler as an appreciation for a compliment and for commendations for a job superbly done by the Memphis World, in reporting the news of this case from its inception to the present. I thank you very kindly. With very best wishes. I am Yours very truly, J. F. ESTES Chairman of the Memphis NAACP's Legal Redress Committee Lauds Coverage Dear Editor: Please accept sincere appreciation and humble thanks for your explicit genuineness in spotlighting the Memphis NAACP Legal Counsel Staff on your October 21. 1135, Friday's Edition of the Memphis World. The Memphis NAACP Legal Counsel Staff has worked for more than two (2) years in makings and preparing for the Memphis State case, a successful reality. We are indeed privileged to know that public acclaim has been made through your press for the untiring sacrifice exhibited by the Memphis NAACP Legal Staff in promoting through the courts the segregation is unconstitutional in the Public Schools of the state of Tennessee The NAACP Legal Staff further praises those (5) live young people who represented the entire Negro race of Tennessee in briging their complaint to and segregation in our public Schools. Please accept this idler as an appreciation for a compliment and for commendations for a job superbly done by the Memphis World, in reporting the news of this case from its inception to the present. I thank you very kindly. With very best wishes. I am Yours very truly, J. F. ESTES Chairman of the Memphis NAACP's Legal Redress Committee UNFINISHED CRIME NO ONE had heard the doorbell ring, but now there were footsteps in the hall and Clive cried out, "Hello, Greg! You're just in time to settle a dispute about a jewel." Sara looked up. A tall, heavy man stood in the doorway. His face was the wide, flat face of the man who had spoken to her when she was looking for a cab, only half an hour ago. "Mrs. Larch." He bowed over Caroline's hand. "So sorry I'm late. I had trouble finding a cab and. ..." His glance fell on Sara. Either his start of surprise was genuine or he was a consummate actor. His smile was slow, resigned, a little tired. "I've seen this young lady before. "Of course," said Caroline. "She's my niece, Miss Dacre. You've probably seen her here when I had a crowd for tea." "No. More recently. On my way here, this evening. Miss Dacre, I'm afraid I alarmed you." In the familiar, lamplit room, the rather coarse face did not seem threatening at all. Obviously he was an old friend of Clive's. Sara felt foolish and ashamed. "I was overwrought," she confessed. "Something had upset me and I was seeing monsters in every shadow." "I'm sorry," he said. "I had no idea of frightening you." "You were kind and I was silly Did you miss the cab yourself?" "Yes. Someone came out of the apartment house and grabbed it just ahead of me... What's all this about a jewel? Hardly my line, Dick." "All the Better," returned Clive "Too many expert opinions here Caroline's and mine. We'd like an amateur's reaction." He held out the red stone. In the firelight its flash leaped and shook like a quiver of candle flam in the wind. "Whew!" It was the same sound Clive had made. Sallust took the stone almost as gingerly as Edna. "Is it real?" demanded Clive. "Does It matter? It's breathlacing, whether it's real or not." Sallust walked over to the table lamp and held the stone under the light. "How can you tell?" he sighed. "It looks real to me, but I'm Only a neurologist. I know nothing about jewels." "Of course, it's real." For the first time Clive was impatient. "I doubt it." Caroline, was dry. "To me the whole thing is a monument to bad taste—cheap, vulgar, tawdry." Sallust's pale, opaque eyes went from Clive to Caroline and back again. "There's only one way to be sure." He put the ruby down on the card table, "Take it to Cartier's or Tiffany's and get a really expert opinion. Perhaps I can help you there. One of my patients is a vice president of..." Edna Creel spoke quietly. "Perhaps it should be taken to the police instead. You see, Dr. Sallust, there's some question of its having been stolen." "No!" The words sprang from Sara, unbidden. Caroline said, "Why not?" "This business about Gerry disappearing. I'd like that cleared up before I go to the police about anything else." "Gerry?" Sallust looked at Caroline. "A young friend of my niece who is missing," said Caroline. "He Was with her when she acquired this so-called ruby in rather odd circumstances. At least, they were odd if the ruby is real." "It was on sale at the trinket counter in a ten-cent store. Just as Sara bought it a man with a criminal record named Moxon was run down by a car outside. It's possible that Moxon had stolen the ruby and hidden it in the ten-cent store temporarily." "And then your niece's friend, Gerry, disappeared?" "With the box that had held the pendant in his pocket. He didn't know that Sara had removed the pendant already." "I see," said Sallust. "You're afraid the police would jump to conclusions. And make things uncomfortable for your friend, if they found him. On the other hand, without this information, they may not be able to find him at all and you can't run the risk of going about with what may be a priceless ruby. You must find out whether it's real or not. For your own protection, I'd be very happy to take it to Tiffany's for you." "Thank you, Dr. Sallust," said Caroline, dryly. "But we really couldn't think of asking you to take such a responsibility." Sallust laughed. "You don't trust me.? I don't blame you. But surely you can trust your old friend, Dickson Clive. Perhaps he can get you an opinion, with no questions asked." "I'm sure I can," said Clive promptly. "And I'd be delighted to do so." "Thank you, Dick," Caroline said. "Give it to him, Sara." "But I haven't got it," said Sara. "No one gave it back to me. Where is it?" There was a moment of utter silence. "It must be here," said Caro line, firmly. "Who had it last?" No one answered. "Let's see if we can remember just what we did a few minutes ago." Caroline's calm voice was a dam against hysteria. "Sara gave it to me and I handed it to Edna." "I gave it back to Mr. Clive," said Edna quickly. "And I passed it on to Greg when he came in," said Clive. "I put it down on the card table." Sallust's voice was as quiet as Caroline's. "I remember," said. Sara. "I saw you. But it Isn't there now." There was a long silence. Then Caroline said: "Someone here in this room now must have put the jewel in his or her pocket. The jewel must be returned at once. There's a classic procedure for such cases. Edna, your watch has a radium dial. You will switch off all the lights and leave the)n off for exactly five minutes by your watch. In that time the thief will replace the ruby on the card table, so it will be there when the lights go on again and that will end this... unfortunate incident. Ready, Edna?" Darkness, blinding after the blaze of lights. A silence filled with little breathings and rustlings. Footsteps? They would merely whisper on the thick wool of the old Turkish rug. Lights blazed again. Each narrowed, blinking gaze was turned to the card table. Nothing there but the playing cards, a scatter of harlequin red and white and black, face up as Caroline had left them. "You should have threatened us with the police, Caroline," said Clive, wryly. "I never bluff, Dick, and I will not have police in this house, bullying my niece, my companion and one of my oldest friends, to say nothing of Dr. Sallust and myself. I know I shall die soon and I intend to die in peace. Whoever has the thing may keep it now for all I care. I do not want to know which one of you is a thief. I like all of you. But, whether the bauble was worth 20 cents or $400;000, it was the property of my niece, Sara, and she must not be despoiled in my house without redress." "Oh, Aunt Caroline, if the ruby was valuable I had no moral right to it. I got it unfairly by a fluke, paying only 20 cents for it." "However you got it, it was yours, and now; after what has happened, I am beginning to' think it must have been very valuable in deed. You are losing it only because I will not be bothered with a police investigation. Therefore I must make up the loss to you and I shall do so by altering my Will. You shall have the Greville sapphires. In return, you shall make no further, attempt whatever to discover who took the ruby." Clive kissed Caroline's hand. Sallust said, "Mrs. Larch, may I say that you are the last of the great ladles?" Sara cried out, "Aunt Caroline, what on earth would I do with sapphires? Wear them to the office?" SYNOPSIS NO ONE had heard the doorbell ring, but now there were footsteps in the hall and Clive cried out, "Hello, Greg! You're just in time to settle a dispute about a jewel." Sara looked up. A tall, heavy man stood in the doorway. His face was the wide, flat face of the man who had spoken to her when she was looking for a cab, only half an hour ago. "Mrs. Larch." He bowed over Caroline's hand. "So sorry I'm late. I had trouble finding a cab and. ..." His glance fell on Sara. Either his start of surprise was genuine or he was a consummate actor. His smile was slow, resigned, a little tired. "I've seen this young lady before. "Of course," said Caroline. "She's my niece, Miss Dacre. You've probably seen her here when I had a crowd for tea." "No. More recently. On my way here, this evening. Miss Dacre, I'm afraid I alarmed you." In the familiar, lamplit room, the rather coarse face did not seem threatening at all. Obviously he was an old friend of Clive's. Sara felt foolish and ashamed. "I was overwrought," she confessed. "Something had upset me and I was seeing monsters in every shadow." "I'm sorry," he said. "I had no idea of frightening you." "You were kind and I was silly Did you miss the cab yourself?" "Yes. Someone came out of the apartment house and grabbed it just ahead of me... What's all this about a jewel? Hardly my line, Dick." "All the Better," returned Clive "Too many expert opinions here Caroline's and mine. We'd like an amateur's reaction." He held out the red stone. In the firelight its flash leaped and shook like a quiver of candle flam in the wind. "Whew!" It was the same sound Clive had made. Sallust took the stone almost as gingerly as Edna. "Is it real?" demanded Clive. "Does It matter? It's breathlacing, whether it's real or not." Sallust walked over to the table lamp and held the stone under the light. "How can you tell?" he sighed. "It looks real to me, but I'm Only a neurologist. I know nothing about jewels." "Of course, it's real." For the first time Clive was impatient. "I doubt it." Caroline, was dry. "To me the whole thing is a monument to bad taste—cheap, vulgar, tawdry." Sallust's pale, opaque eyes went from Clive to Caroline and back again. "There's only one way to be sure." He put the ruby down on the card table, "Take it to Cartier's or Tiffany's and get a really expert opinion. Perhaps I can help you there. One of my patients is a vice president of..." Edna Creel spoke quietly. "Perhaps it should be taken to the police instead. You see, Dr. Sallust, there's some question of its having been stolen." "No!" The words sprang from Sara, unbidden. Caroline said, "Why not?" "This business about Gerry disappearing. I'd like that cleared up before I go to the police about anything else." "Gerry?" Sallust looked at Caroline. "A young friend of my niece who is missing," said Caroline. "He Was with her when she acquired this so-called ruby in rather odd circumstances. At least, they were odd if the ruby is real." "It was on sale at the trinket counter in a ten-cent store. Just as Sara bought it a man with a criminal record named Moxon was run down by a car outside. It's possible that Moxon had stolen the ruby and hidden it in the ten-cent store temporarily." "And then your niece's friend, Gerry, disappeared?" "With the box that had held the pendant in his pocket. He didn't know that Sara had removed the pendant already." "I see," said Sallust. "You're afraid the police would jump to conclusions. And make things uncomfortable for your friend, if they found him. On the other hand, without this information, they may not be able to find him at all and you can't run the risk of going about with what may be a priceless ruby. You must find out whether it's real or not. For your own protection, I'd be very happy to take it to Tiffany's for you." "Thank you, Dr. Sallust," said Caroline, dryly. "But we really couldn't think of asking you to take such a responsibility." Sallust laughed. "You don't trust me.? I don't blame you. But surely you can trust your old friend, Dickson Clive. Perhaps he can get you an opinion, with no questions asked." "I'm sure I can," said Clive promptly. "And I'd be delighted to do so." "Thank you, Dick," Caroline said. "Give it to him, Sara." "But I haven't got it," said Sara. "No one gave it back to me. Where is it?" There was a moment of utter silence. "It must be here," said Caro line, firmly. "Who had it last?" No one answered. "Let's see if we can remember just what we did a few minutes ago." Caroline's calm voice was a dam against hysteria. "Sara gave it to me and I handed it to Edna." "I gave it back to Mr. Clive," said Edna quickly. "And I passed it on to Greg when he came in," said Clive. "I put it down on the card table." Sallust's voice was as quiet as Caroline's. "I remember," said. Sara. "I saw you. But it Isn't there now." There was a long silence. Then Caroline said: "Someone here in this room now must have put the jewel in his or her pocket. The jewel must be returned at once. There's a classic procedure for such cases. Edna, your watch has a radium dial. You will switch off all the lights and leave the)n off for exactly five minutes by your watch. In that time the thief will replace the ruby on the card table, so it will be there when the lights go on again and that will end this... unfortunate incident. Ready, Edna?" Darkness, blinding after the blaze of lights. A silence filled with little breathings and rustlings. Footsteps? They would merely whisper on the thick wool of the old Turkish rug. Lights blazed again. Each narrowed, blinking gaze was turned to the card table. Nothing there but the playing cards, a scatter of harlequin red and white and black, face up as Caroline had left them. "You should have threatened us with the police, Caroline," said Clive, wryly. "I never bluff, Dick, and I will not have police in this house, bullying my niece, my companion and one of my oldest friends, to say nothing of Dr. Sallust and myself. I know I shall die soon and I intend to die in peace. Whoever has the thing may keep it now for all I care. I do not want to know which one of you is a thief. I like all of you. But, whether the bauble was worth 20 cents or $400;000, it was the property of my niece, Sara, and she must not be despoiled in my house without redress." "Oh, Aunt Caroline, if the ruby was valuable I had no moral right to it. I got it unfairly by a fluke, paying only 20 cents for it." "However you got it, it was yours, and now; after what has happened, I am beginning to' think it must have been very valuable in deed. You are losing it only because I will not be bothered with a police investigation. Therefore I must make up the loss to you and I shall do so by altering my Will. You shall have the Greville sapphires. In return, you shall make no further, attempt whatever to discover who took the ruby." Clive kissed Caroline's hand. Sallust said, "Mrs. Larch, may I say that you are the last of the great ladles?" Sara cried out, "Aunt Caroline, what on earth would I do with sapphires? Wear them to the office?" CHAPTER ELEVEN NO ONE had heard the doorbell ring, but now there were footsteps in the hall and Clive cried out, "Hello, Greg! You're just in time to settle a dispute about a jewel." Sara looked up. A tall, heavy man stood in the doorway. His face was the wide, flat face of the man who had spoken to her when she was looking for a cab, only half an hour ago. "Mrs. Larch." He bowed over Caroline's hand. "So sorry I'm late. I had trouble finding a cab and. ..." His glance fell on Sara. Either his start of surprise was genuine or he was a consummate actor. His smile was slow, resigned, a little tired. "I've seen this young lady before. "Of course," said Caroline. "She's my niece, Miss Dacre. You've probably seen her here when I had a crowd for tea." "No. More recently. On my way here, this evening. Miss Dacre, I'm afraid I alarmed you." In the familiar, lamplit room, the rather coarse face did not seem threatening at all. Obviously he was an old friend of Clive's. Sara felt foolish and ashamed. "I was overwrought," she confessed. "Something had upset me and I was seeing monsters in every shadow." "I'm sorry," he said. "I had no idea of frightening you." "You were kind and I was silly Did you miss the cab yourself?" "Yes. Someone came out of the apartment house and grabbed it just ahead of me... What's all this about a jewel? Hardly my line, Dick." "All the Better," returned Clive "Too many expert opinions here Caroline's and mine. We'd like an amateur's reaction." He held out the red stone. In the firelight its flash leaped and shook like a quiver of candle flam in the wind. "Whew!" It was the same sound Clive had made. Sallust took the stone almost as gingerly as Edna. "Is it real?" demanded Clive. "Does It matter? It's breathlacing, whether it's real or not." Sallust walked over to the table lamp and held the stone under the light. "How can you tell?" he sighed. "It looks real to me, but I'm Only a neurologist. I know nothing about jewels." "Of course, it's real." For the first time Clive was impatient. "I doubt it." Caroline, was dry. "To me the whole thing is a monument to bad taste—cheap, vulgar, tawdry." Sallust's pale, opaque eyes went from Clive to Caroline and back again. "There's only one way to be sure." He put the ruby down on the card table, "Take it to Cartier's or Tiffany's and get a really expert opinion. Perhaps I can help you there. One of my patients is a vice president of..." Edna Creel spoke quietly. "Perhaps it should be taken to the police instead. You see, Dr. Sallust, there's some question of its having been stolen." "No!" The words sprang from Sara, unbidden. Caroline said, "Why not?" "This business about Gerry disappearing. I'd like that cleared up before I go to the police about anything else." "Gerry?" Sallust looked at Caroline. "A young friend of my niece who is missing," said Caroline. "He Was with her when she acquired this so-called ruby in rather odd circumstances. At least, they were odd if the ruby is real." "It was on sale at the trinket counter in a ten-cent store. Just as Sara bought it a man with a criminal record named Moxon was run down by a car outside. It's possible that Moxon had stolen the ruby and hidden it in the ten-cent store temporarily." "And then your niece's friend, Gerry, disappeared?" "With the box that had held the pendant in his pocket. He didn't know that Sara had removed the pendant already." "I see," said Sallust. "You're afraid the police would jump to conclusions. And make things uncomfortable for your friend, if they found him. On the other hand, without this information, they may not be able to find him at all and you can't run the risk of going about with what may be a priceless ruby. You must find out whether it's real or not. For your own protection, I'd be very happy to take it to Tiffany's for you." "Thank you, Dr. Sallust," said Caroline, dryly. "But we really couldn't think of asking you to take such a responsibility." Sallust laughed. "You don't trust me.? I don't blame you. But surely you can trust your old friend, Dickson Clive. Perhaps he can get you an opinion, with no questions asked." "I'm sure I can," said Clive promptly. "And I'd be delighted to do so." "Thank you, Dick," Caroline said. "Give it to him, Sara." "But I haven't got it," said Sara. "No one gave it back to me. Where is it?" There was a moment of utter silence. "It must be here," said Caro line, firmly. "Who had it last?" No one answered. "Let's see if we can remember just what we did a few minutes ago." Caroline's calm voice was a dam against hysteria. "Sara gave it to me and I handed it to Edna." "I gave it back to Mr. Clive," said Edna quickly. "And I passed it on to Greg when he came in," said Clive. "I put it down on the card table." Sallust's voice was as quiet as Caroline's. "I remember," said. Sara. "I saw you. But it Isn't there now." There was a long silence. Then Caroline said: "Someone here in this room now must have put the jewel in his or her pocket. The jewel must be returned at once. There's a classic procedure for such cases. Edna, your watch has a radium dial. You will switch off all the lights and leave the)n off for exactly five minutes by your watch. In that time the thief will replace the ruby on the card table, so it will be there when the lights go on again and that will end this... unfortunate incident. Ready, Edna?" Darkness, blinding after the blaze of lights. A silence filled with little breathings and rustlings. Footsteps? They would merely whisper on the thick wool of the old Turkish rug. Lights blazed again. Each narrowed, blinking gaze was turned to the card table. Nothing there but the playing cards, a scatter of harlequin red and white and black, face up as Caroline had left them. "You should have threatened us with the police, Caroline," said Clive, wryly. "I never bluff, Dick, and I will not have police in this house, bullying my niece, my companion and one of my oldest friends, to say nothing of Dr. Sallust and myself. I know I shall die soon and I intend to die in peace. Whoever has the thing may keep it now for all I care. I do not want to know which one of you is a thief. I like all of you. But, whether the bauble was worth 20 cents or $400;000, it was the property of my niece, Sara, and she must not be despoiled in my house without redress." "Oh, Aunt Caroline, if the ruby was valuable I had no moral right to it. I got it unfairly by a fluke, paying only 20 cents for it." "However you got it, it was yours, and now; after what has happened, I am beginning to' think it must have been very valuable in deed. You are losing it only because I will not be bothered with a police investigation. Therefore I must make up the loss to you and I shall do so by altering my Will. You shall have the Greville sapphires. In return, you shall make no further, attempt whatever to discover who took the ruby." Clive kissed Caroline's hand. Sallust said, "Mrs. Larch, may I say that you are the last of the great ladles?" Sara cried out, "Aunt Caroline, what on earth would I do with sapphires? Wear them to the office?" Union Official Says 12 Shot By Hooded Men At Fla. Meeting Union organizer Otis Nation said that four "hooded" men were responsible for a volley of shotgun blasts which felled 12 Negro citrus workers attending a union organization meeting at Umatilla, Fla. Nation, an organizer for the CIO United Packinghouse Workers Union, said a black sedan in which the four middle-aged white men were riding circled the Negro Masonic Lodge building, where the meeting was being held, several times before five blasts were fired through the lodge hall windows. Twelve of the 26 workers attending the meeting were wounded by the hail of gunshot pellets. One of the victims, Ardis Griffin, was hospitalized at the Lake County Medical Center in Eustis, but Nation charged that officials at the center "allowed pressure to be exerted to discharge Griffin." This was flatly denied by Dr. R. A. Debo, a physician at the center, who declared that 'nobody bought any pressure to discharge Griffin. He had bird shot in his skin and the wound was superficial. I kept him overnight to watch him and then let him go." Nation said the Union has moved Griffin to a Lakeland Hospital where he is undergoing further treatment. The shooting occurred Wednesday night but did not come to light until late Thursday when the Packinghouse Union, with headquarters in Chicago, sent telegrams to Florida Gov. Leroy Collins and the FBI asking for an investigation. Deputy Lake County Sheriff J. A. Groves said the sheriff's office received a report that a gunshot case had been admitted to a local hospital Wednesday night but that no complaint had been received. He added that an investigation was underway but said there have been no arrests. Another deputy, Douglas Sewell, said, however, that he was under orders from Sheriff Willis V. McCall "hot to give anything to newsmen" while McCall was out of town. McCall is working on a case in another part of the county. Lake County Judge Troy W. Hall. informed of the incident early, said he "was shocked and amazed I have heard nothing about this until now." UNDER TREATMENT Union organizer Otis Nation said that four "hooded" men were responsible for a volley of shotgun blasts which felled 12 Negro citrus workers attending a union organization meeting at Umatilla, Fla. Nation, an organizer for the CIO United Packinghouse Workers Union, said a black sedan in which the four middle-aged white men were riding circled the Negro Masonic Lodge building, where the meeting was being held, several times before five blasts were fired through the lodge hall windows. Twelve of the 26 workers attending the meeting were wounded by the hail of gunshot pellets. One of the victims, Ardis Griffin, was hospitalized at the Lake County Medical Center in Eustis, but Nation charged that officials at the center "allowed pressure to be exerted to discharge Griffin." This was flatly denied by Dr. R. A. Debo, a physician at the center, who declared that 'nobody bought any pressure to discharge Griffin. He had bird shot in his skin and the wound was superficial. I kept him overnight to watch him and then let him go." Nation said the Union has moved Griffin to a Lakeland Hospital where he is undergoing further treatment. The shooting occurred Wednesday night but did not come to light until late Thursday when the Packinghouse Union, with headquarters in Chicago, sent telegrams to Florida Gov. Leroy Collins and the FBI asking for an investigation. Deputy Lake County Sheriff J. A. Groves said the sheriff's office received a report that a gunshot case had been admitted to a local hospital Wednesday night but that no complaint had been received. He added that an investigation was underway but said there have been no arrests. Another deputy, Douglas Sewell, said, however, that he was under orders from Sheriff Willis V. McCall "hot to give anything to newsmen" while McCall was out of town. McCall is working on a case in another part of the county. Lake County Judge Troy W. Hall. informed of the incident early, said he "was shocked and amazed I have heard nothing about this until now." Memphians Open Dowdy of 1574 Pecan, Mr. and Mrs. Cascell Alexander of 1580 Pecan, Mr. and Mrs. William Dodson of 1587 Pecan, Mr. and Mrs. Joseph Greams of 2968 Thrush, Mr. and Mrs. C Dickens of 1592 Thrush Mrs. Beatrice Johns of 2962 Thrush, Mrs. Elenore Neefry of 1600 Pecon, Mr. and Mrs. Robert Sanders of 1606 Pecan, Mrs. Lucinda Brooks oft 1548 Pecan, Mr. and Mrs. N. Dodson of 1683 Pecan and residents of 1276 Brown. 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