Memphis World
Memphis World Publishing Co.
1955-06-10
Raymond F. Tisby

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Sometimes We Read Anonymous Letters
Somehow there ore people in this world with certain ideas
and views they feel will make a contribution to society if gotten
over. However sincerely they subscribe to these, they prefer to
remain anonymous insofar as assuming responsibility. By this
token alone, such letters are usually ignored as the writer in the
first place chooses to ignore himself.
How such letters sometimes rise to the level of comment is
the charitable feeling on the part of the commentator to let the
public get an index of such blinded prejudice that many a coward 
possesses who does not write in his views unsigned.
We are in receipt of a letter unsigned and mailed to this
office from one who appears to be grieved by the decision of the
Supreme Court to outlaw segregation in the public schools. The
writer takes his portion out on the alleged high disease rate among
Negroes. He then poses the question — "Should white people want
such as that in their schools?" He further alleges that 61 per cent
of 6,708 persons in prison, are Negroes. He says they are too
lazy to work; they want the government to feed them; then to
further inflate his wind-bag he asks the question — "How many
of the NAACP members are card-carrying Communists?"
Of a given figure 6,708, he states that 91% of the illegitimate
children born are Negroes. The writer is, according to the postmark 
on the envelope, an Alabaman while he does not confine
his statistics to any particular state. The wonder is where he got
the broken-down "statistics" with which he sets out to prove that
one race is a liability to the other.
We attempt no debate whatever when the writer asserts that
the Negro doesn't do for himself, is not even dependable or trustworthy, 
a shiftless creature and a drag on society. For this has
been answered all around the world and brought to the contrary,
the glowing accounts of the achievements and basic responsibilities 
of the race and its progress in America in so short a time.
If this writer is honest in his beliefs and desires some information, 
if he will submit his name and address we will be glad to
furnish him with some information by which he will come into
more wholesome enlightenment.
His contentions are bum and hardly worthy of printing, but
it is felt that a service will be rendered by passing along for the
record that there are still people who do not wish to associate
themselves with their own beliefs or charges.

Vann, Crane

just had diplomas (foolish) ... All
had the symbols of having been to
school—lamos—but some hart oil
in them, the others nothing. Lamps
without oil are worse than useless
—worse because they so easily beguile 
the bearer into believing he
is equipped to meet the darkness

and he is not.
Dr. Crane's one of America's most
popular ministers, speaking primarily 
of the five (foolish) girls
whose lamps had no oil said that
there is need of the oil of insight
for the/lamp of information, of
ethical motivation for the lamp of
efficient methodology, of deliverance 
for the lamp of discipline, of
character for the lamp of cleverness, 
and the oil of synthesis for the
lamp of specialization.


by
Helen
Reilly
Copyright, 1954, by Helen Reilly.
Distributed by King Features Sybducate.

Jim Andrus had served a prison term
for the vehicular slaying of eight-yearold 
Roger Pelham whose lovely
mother. Regina Pelham. Jim had been
about to wed Overindulgence during
his bachelor dinner had blacked out
Andrus mind, and be bad awakened
next morning to find the lad dead in
the driveway of the Pelham home in
a suburb of New York. Unmistakably
Andrus car had Killed the boy but
Jim had no recollection of having
driven his car that night!
THE THING Andrus was looking
for was the silver flask Regina Pelham 
bad given him the day before
they were to have been married.
He had been sure of finding it. It
wasn't in the topcoat or the suit
he had worn up the river to jail.
It wasn't in his room in the Wolt
Hill inn when he left it to start on
that journey. His volatile, vivacious
aunt, Jude Carmody had arrived
as he finished packing. Jude had
taken charge of the bag, no longer
volatile and gay, out white faced
and sad. "I tried to get here before.
Jim, but your uncle Is very ill. I'm
sorry.
He had been almost a year in jail
when the first doubt entered his
mind. The blank he had pulled was
not quite complete. It had very
gradually thinned in a couple of
spots. One spot was concerned with
the silver flask. He had handled the
flask after he left the inn on the
night young Roger had been killed.
There were pictures attached to
the flask, the picture of a tossing
motion. He had been going to
throw the flask somewhere. There
were sounds, too, the sound of a
voice, peevish, complaining. "Come
on now, you don't want to do a
thing like that."
A thing like what? He bad built
on the flask's telling him when he
looked at it, bandied it again. They
said that tie had got out of bed
driven over to the Pelham house,
killed Roger, driven back to the
inn and had then fallen into a
drunken stupor behind the wheel
until morning. There was more to
it than that. He had done other
things. He had hoped that the sight
of the flask would widen the gap,
bring back those other things ...
Odd that it wasn't in the bag. It
certainly hadn't been left in that
inn bedroom and Jude had brought
the bag here the next day and put
it in his locker downstairs. No one
could get it there ... Who would
want to? Besides, if it were a
 of pilfering, why lane the
flask and leave the rings, which
were much more valuable?
Andrus got heavily off the bed
and went into the bathroom and
 a shower and changed into
er clothes.
There was a dining room on the
first floor. He couldn't face it. He
called room service, said, "A couple
of chicken sandwiches—" and
paused, gripping the instrument a
hard. Give in now arid he was
through. He added, "and a bottle
of ale, as soon as you can make
it."
He filled 15 minutes walking
around and thinking about that
flask When the bell rang he
thought it was the waiter with the
food. He opened the door and
stared into Barry Lofting's face.
Lofting was to nave been his best
man at the wedding that had not
taken place. Regina had arranged
it. He was an agreeable fellow
with a long face, long chin, long
nose and expressive brown eyes—
inclined to ride hobby, horses, but
with a sense of humors.
Andrus led the way into the living 
room. "How did you And out I
was back?"
Lofting sat down and lit a cigaret 
with deliberation. "Well, Susan
saw you get out of a cab and come
in here. She lives down the street
... You look tine."
Susan was Susan Dwight, Regina's 
stepsister. Andrus smiled. "I
feel fine. It wasn't too bad, on the
whole, not unlike the Army between 
pushes. They gave me good
jobs. I was cook part of the time
I was sorry they took me out of
the kitchen. I like cooking."
Lofting said earnestly: "Look,
Andrus, if there's anything I can
do ... I don't know what your
plans are, but if there's any way I
Can help—"
Andrus said, "Susan Dwight sent
you here didn't she?"
"That's right. But I would halve
come anyhow."
"What does your wife want to
know?"
Lofting looked startled. "My
wife? Susan and I aren't married.
What made you think so?"
Regina had Wanted them to
marry. She was fond of Lofting
and thought her young stepsister
would be happy with him. Evidently 
it had not come oft.
He repeated the question. "Why
did Susan Dwight send you here?
What does she want to know?"
Lofting's nose grew longer. He
said, "Susan's worried About Regina 
Regina's just beginning to
pull out of it. If she were to see
you—"
"New York's a big place, Lotting, 
and Regina doesn't come into
town very often."
"No But your aunt lives up
there on the Hudson, doesn't she?"
"Yes in Hastings." They wanted
an assurance from him that he

would steer clear of Regina Pelham
and any place she might happen to
be, Andrus thought.
He said abruptly "Do you know
anything about the silver flask Regina 
gave me the day before we
were to have been married?. Did
it turn up anywhere later on?"
Lofting stared at him frowning.
"A silver—" His face cleared "I
remember it, a nice thing Susan
and I helped Regina pick it out
Wasn't it with your stuff? You
want to send it back to her I suppose? 
I wouldn't, Andrus."
Andrus said, "I have no intention 
of trying to see Regina. You
can tell Susan Dwight that."
Lofting was openly relieved. He
did not like the errand he had been
sent on, and was glad to have done
with it. He got up. He had to run
... Andrus agreed o lunch some
day soon, closed the door behind
Lofting There were a lot of things
he didn't know about these people.
They were all comparative strangers 
Maybe Susan Dwight hadn't
seen Lofting. Maybe Lofting had
come on his own ... Andrus
snatched up his topcoat. Out in the
hall he all but ran down the waiter
with a tray. Herald, "Put it in my
room," tossed a dollar bill at the
man and made for the freight elevalor 
around the corner that the
waiter had come up in. The door
was open. Andrus got in and
pressed the ground Boor button.
There was no sign of Lofting on
the street. Light streamed from the
windows of a restaurant in the
next building. Andrus looked in.
Lofting' was in there at the bar.
His back was toward the door.
Susan Dwight sat on a high stool
beside him. Andrus could see her
vivid face in profile. It was taut
with emotion. A fur cape was
thrown back froth her shoulders.
She had no hat on Her brown
hair was smooth and shiny. Very
pretty.
She's looking at me in her mind,
Andrus thought, the man who
killed her nephew, and ruined her
stepsister's life. He turned away
from the window and walked off.
When he got upstairs and into
his apartment he found his aunt
there with la strange man. Jude
was standing at a table eating one
of his chicken sandwiches absently.
She crossed the room and kissed
him. "Jim, darling I'm so glad to
see you." The man she brought
with her was around 40, thin and
dark and elegant Jude introduced
him. "This is Dr. Fernandez, New
York's chief medical examiner,
Jim. He's come to dissect your
Brain."


CHAPTER TWO
by
Helen
Reilly
Copyright, 1954, by Helen Reilly.
Distributed by King Features Sybducate.

Jim Andrus had served a prison term
for the vehicular slaying of eight-yearold 
Roger Pelham whose lovely
mother. Regina Pelham. Jim had been
about to wed Overindulgence during
his bachelor dinner had blacked out
Andrus mind, and be bad awakened
next morning to find the lad dead in
the driveway of the Pelham home in
a suburb of New York. Unmistakably
Andrus car had Killed the boy but
Jim had no recollection of having
driven his car that night!
THE THING Andrus was looking
for was the silver flask Regina Pelham 
bad given him the day before
they were to have been married.
He had been sure of finding it. It
wasn't in the topcoat or the suit
he had worn up the river to jail.
It wasn't in his room in the Wolt
Hill inn when he left it to start on
that journey. His volatile, vivacious
aunt, Jude Carmody had arrived
as he finished packing. Jude had
taken charge of the bag, no longer
volatile and gay, out white faced
and sad. "I tried to get here before.
Jim, but your uncle Is very ill. I'm
sorry.
He had been almost a year in jail
when the first doubt entered his
mind. The blank he had pulled was
not quite complete. It had very
gradually thinned in a couple of
spots. One spot was concerned with
the silver flask. He had handled the
flask after he left the inn on the
night young Roger had been killed.
There were pictures attached to
the flask, the picture of a tossing
motion. He had been going to
throw the flask somewhere. There
were sounds, too, the sound of a
voice, peevish, complaining. "Come
on now, you don't want to do a
thing like that."
A thing like what? He bad built
on the flask's telling him when he
looked at it, bandied it again. They
said that tie had got out of bed
driven over to the Pelham house,
killed Roger, driven back to the
inn and had then fallen into a
drunken stupor behind the wheel
until morning. There was more to
it than that. He had done other
things. He had hoped that the sight
of the flask would widen the gap,
bring back those other things ...
Odd that it wasn't in the bag. It
certainly hadn't been left in that
inn bedroom and Jude had brought
the bag here the next day and put
it in his locker downstairs. No one
could get it there ... Who would
want to? Besides, if it were a
 of pilfering, why lane the
flask and leave the rings, which
were much more valuable?
Andrus got heavily off the bed
and went into the bathroom and
 a shower and changed into
er clothes.
There was a dining room on the
first floor. He couldn't face it. He
called room service, said, "A couple
of chicken sandwiches—" and
paused, gripping the instrument a
hard. Give in now arid he was
through. He added, "and a bottle
of ale, as soon as you can make
it."
He filled 15 minutes walking
around and thinking about that
flask When the bell rang he
thought it was the waiter with the
food. He opened the door and
stared into Barry Lofting's face.
Lofting was to nave been his best
man at the wedding that had not
taken place. Regina had arranged
it. He was an agreeable fellow
with a long face, long chin, long
nose and expressive brown eyes—
inclined to ride hobby, horses, but
with a sense of humors.
Andrus led the way into the living 
room. "How did you And out I
was back?"
Lofting sat down and lit a cigaret 
with deliberation. "Well, Susan
saw you get out of a cab and come
in here. She lives down the street
... You look tine."
Susan was Susan Dwight, Regina's 
stepsister. Andrus smiled. "I
feel fine. It wasn't too bad, on the
whole, not unlike the Army between 
pushes. They gave me good
jobs. I was cook part of the time
I was sorry they took me out of
the kitchen. I like cooking."
Lofting said earnestly: "Look,
Andrus, if there's anything I can
do ... I don't know what your
plans are, but if there's any way I
Can help—"
Andrus said, "Susan Dwight sent
you here didn't she?"
"That's right. But I would halve
come anyhow."
"What does your wife want to
know?"
Lofting looked startled. "My
wife? Susan and I aren't married.
What made you think so?"
Regina had Wanted them to
marry. She was fond of Lofting
and thought her young stepsister
would be happy with him. Evidently 
it had not come oft.
He repeated the question. "Why
did Susan Dwight send you here?
What does she want to know?"
Lofting's nose grew longer. He
said, "Susan's worried About Regina 
Regina's just beginning to
pull out of it. If she were to see
you—"
"New York's a big place, Lotting, 
and Regina doesn't come into
town very often."
"No But your aunt lives up
there on the Hudson, doesn't she?"
"Yes in Hastings." They wanted
an assurance from him that he

would steer clear of Regina Pelham
and any place she might happen to
be, Andrus thought.
He said abruptly "Do you know
anything about the silver flask Regina 
gave me the day before we
were to have been married?. Did
it turn up anywhere later on?"
Lofting stared at him frowning.
"A silver—" His face cleared "I
remember it, a nice thing Susan
and I helped Regina pick it out
Wasn't it with your stuff? You
want to send it back to her I suppose? 
I wouldn't, Andrus."
Andrus said, "I have no intention 
of trying to see Regina. You
can tell Susan Dwight that."
Lofting was openly relieved. He
did not like the errand he had been
sent on, and was glad to have done
with it. He got up. He had to run
... Andrus agreed o lunch some
day soon, closed the door behind
Lofting There were a lot of things
he didn't know about these people.
They were all comparative strangers 
Maybe Susan Dwight hadn't
seen Lofting. Maybe Lofting had
come on his own ... Andrus
snatched up his topcoat. Out in the
hall he all but ran down the waiter
with a tray. Herald, "Put it in my
room," tossed a dollar bill at the
man and made for the freight elevalor 
around the corner that the
waiter had come up in. The door
was open. Andrus got in and
pressed the ground Boor button.
There was no sign of Lofting on
the street. Light streamed from the
windows of a restaurant in the
next building. Andrus looked in.
Lofting' was in there at the bar.
His back was toward the door.
Susan Dwight sat on a high stool
beside him. Andrus could see her
vivid face in profile. It was taut
with emotion. A fur cape was
thrown back froth her shoulders.
She had no hat on Her brown
hair was smooth and shiny. Very
pretty.
She's looking at me in her mind,
Andrus thought, the man who
killed her nephew, and ruined her
stepsister's life. He turned away
from the window and walked off.
When he got upstairs and into
his apartment he found his aunt
there with la strange man. Jude
was standing at a table eating one
of his chicken sandwiches absently.
She crossed the room and kissed
him. "Jim, darling I'm so glad to
see you." The man she brought
with her was around 40, thin and
dark and elegant Jude introduced
him. "This is Dr. Fernandez, New
York's chief medical examiner,
Jim. He's come to dissect your
Brain."


Scout Camp Opens June 12
Every Scout in Memphis, Shelby
County, Mississippi, and part of
Arkansas, are looking forward to
Summer Camp. It opens at FULLER 
PARK starting June 12th and
ending July 10th.
The camp period is broken down
into four camp weeks.
First Week - June 12 - 19
Second Week - June 19 - 26
Third Week - June 26 - July 3
Fourth Week July 3-10.
Scoutmasters who have boys going 
to camp should make reservations 
at the BRANCH 554 BEALE
AVE., and pay a $1.00 reservation

fee.
Fred O. Harris, division executive
for the Southern division will be
in charge of camp.
Three scout leaders, Maurice N.
Gray North division executive,
Harold Hughes, assistant scoutmaster 
of troop 116, Fred Williams,
assistant scoutmaster of Troop 139,
who will serve on the camping staff
left Memphis Friday June 3rd for
camp Beaumont St. Louis, Mo.,
where they will take seven days
training in commissary, swimming
and camperaft.

LEADERS TRAINING:
Every Scout in Memphis, Shelby
County, Mississippi, and part of
Arkansas, are looking forward to
Summer Camp. It opens at FULLER 
PARK starting June 12th and
ending July 10th.
The camp period is broken down
into four camp weeks.
First Week - June 12 - 19
Second Week - June 19 - 26
Third Week - June 26 - July 3
Fourth Week July 3-10.
Scoutmasters who have boys going 
to camp should make reservations 
at the BRANCH 554 BEALE
AVE., and pay a $1.00 reservation

fee.
Fred O. Harris, division executive
for the Southern division will be
in charge of camp.
Three scout leaders, Maurice N.
Gray North division executive,
Harold Hughes, assistant scoutmaster 
of troop 116, Fred Williams,
assistant scoutmaster of Troop 139,
who will serve on the camping staff
left Memphis Friday June 3rd for
camp Beaumont St. Louis, Mo.,
where they will take seven days
training in commissary, swimming
and camperaft.

Business Investors Finance Slates
Business Banquet June 17 At YMCA
Employees of Mallory Air Force
Depot, Kennedy General Hospital,
Army General Depot, Firestone and
International Harvester will be
among the specially invited guests
at the Business Banquet slated for
Friday, June 17 at 8 P. M. in the
Abe Scharff branch YMCA's auditorium 
sponsored by the newly organized 
Business Investors Finance
Organization.
The organization has been formed 
far the purpose of financing businesses 
and making personal loans
to its members.
Atty. J. F. Estes will deliver the
main address at the banquet. He
will speak on the subject "Now or
Never" and will stress the needs of
the Negro in business. Male choral
groups from several city churches
will appear on the program.

Bishop Love
Presides Over
Methodist Meet
"If God
hadn't intended for races to mix,
He would have fixed it so they could
not," declared Bishop Edgar A.
Love of Baltimore, addressing the
annual session of the Holston Conference 
of The Methodist Church,
meeting in Centenary Church here,
last week.
Bishop Love was invited by Bishop
Roy. Short, who presided over the
conference, to deliver the devotional
address Friday morning. Bishop
Love's territory of the Baltimore
Areas included the East Tennessee
Conference (colored), which section
of the State the Holston Conference
also covers.
History was made when Bishop
Short surrendered the chair to Bishop 
Love for a few minutes later

Friday morning. This was believed
to be the first time a Negro Bishop
had presided over a Methodist Conference 
to be in the deep South.
In his address Bishop Love affirmed 
his belief in the workability
of school integration throughout
the South. "Social integration is
the big hitch," he said, "but eventually 
it will come." It does not necessarily 
lead to intermarriage, as
many in the South believe. Intermarriage 
is very rare between Negroes 
and whites even in those
States where it has been permissible
by law through the years. There is
something within people that binds
them to their own race. However,
we must come to know the oneness
of the human family."
A six-point plan recommending
community-wide interracial religious
services, among other things, was
submitted by the conference Board
of Social and Economic Relations
and was passed unanimously. The
recommendations also advised leadership 
training on an interracial
basis, Negro visitors to white church
es and vice versa, and interracial
preaching missions.

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NOT EVEN HERE
You never could "take it with
you," but the present Administration 
seems intent on seeing to it
that you won't get the use of it

even here.—The Boone (Iowa)
News-Republican.

Man Convicted For Narcotics
A man
seized in one of the biggest mass
narcotics raids on peddlers in this
city on April 20, was recently convicted 
by a Jury in Quarters Sessions 
Court of possession and sale of
drugs.
Randolph (Mr. Biggie) Graves,
40, was identified by a string of wit
nesses, 
most of them already convicted 
as "pushers," as the boss of
one of the city's biggest dope routes.
Graves, according to their testimony, 
was big enough to assign "exclusive 
selling "territories" to a
number of peddlers.
Atty. James K. Baker polled each
member of the jury following the
conviction, and immediately stated
he would seek a new trial. Judge
Vincent A Carroll said he would

not get one.
Sentence was meanwhile deferred
until a later date.

Steps Taken

held June 8-12 in Morristown, Tenn.
The Tennessee Conference, composed 
of 89 churches in Middle and
West Tennessee, has a membership
of 7,338 and 45 ordained ministers
and 21 approved supply pastors.
The conference will meet in annual
session June 23-26 at Gallatin, Tenn.

Booze's Booze Is
Expensive To Him
Booze caused booze to be out of $50
Tuesday.
The first booze is the half ga
lon of moonshine whiskey that
was found in the possession of the
second Booze, Haygood Booze, of
Birmingham.
The 45-year-old man admitted
ownership in Recorders Court and
was fined $50 and costs.
Agricultural attaches and commodity 
marketing specialists were sent

abroad to report back on foreign
opportunities and on foreign competition 
and in other ways to assist
U. S. agricultural trade.

Atty. Hooks To Install
Voquettes Offers Sun.
ers of the newly orgainzed
social club, the Voguettes, will be
installed Sunday afternoon, June
12, at 4 p. m. in the Foote Homes
Auditorium with Atty. B. L.
Hooks as the installing officer. The
installation will also be highlighted
by the climax of the club's Grand
Baby Contest at which time the
winning baby among the many entrants 
will be awarded a $25 gift
certificate to Goldsmith's.
Officers to be installed are Mrs.
Martel Jones; president; Miss Daisy
Hill, vice-president; Mrs. Mary P.
Parnell, recording secretary; Miss
Adelle Mitchell, financial secretary; 
Miss Jacqueline Johnson,
treasurer; Mrs. Ernestine Hooks
business manager; Mrs. Frances
Peques, reporter and Mrs. Katheryn
Turner, chaplain.
Members are Miss Jessie Coston,
Mrs. Lottie Strong and Mrs.
Yvonne Wallace, Nat D. Williams
and Ford Nelson, radio personalities, 
are among the invited guests.


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The Word Of God
"Paul, a servant of God, and an
apostle of Jesus Christ, according
to the faith of God's elect, and the
acknowledging of the truth which
is after Godliness." Titus 1-1.
Maria Holley.


the Tate Red Sox will meet the FullRestricted 
Division Tor Saturday,
Only one game is scheduled in the
O-Pep Chicks Saturday at Lincoln
Park at 2 o'clock.
In the Western Division Saturday
at Klondyke Park, Dave Dermon
Gems play Ellendale at 3 o'clock.
At Orange Mound Park Mallory Air
Force play Letter Carriers at 3
o'clock. At Lincoln Park the Indians 
play Black Devils at 4 o'clock.
Sunday's games: Humko vs. pirates 
at orange Mound Park at 2
o'clock; Warriors vs. Hardwood at
Orange Mound at 4 o'clock..; Bluest
vs. Bears at Lincoln Park at 3
o'clock; Athletics vs. Beavers at
Klondyke, Park at 3 o'clock.
BROOKSHIRE, Tex.—When his
bulldozer broke a natural - gas pipe
line, Garland Rhemann, 27, was
killed in an explosion that shot
flames 250 feet into the air, Rhemann 
was deepening a drainage
ditch when the bulldozer blade hit
the pipeline.

Mme. McCleave Students
In Recital Tuesday
Students of tire Madame (Florence) 
McCleave School of Music
will be presented in recital next
Tuesday night. June 14 from 7:30
until 9:30 p. m. at, the Vance
Avenue branch YWCA There is
no admission to the affair.

DAISY


—starring—
"THE ACADEMY
AWARD WINNER"
MARLON
BRANDO

PALACE
ON BEALE


The
Silver Star
Starting
EDGAR
BUCHANAN
MARIE
WINDSOR
LON
CHANEY
EARLE
LYON
RICHARD
BARTLETT
BARTON
MacLANE