Memphis World Memphis World Publishing Co. 1958-01-15 Thaddeus T. Stokes MEMPHIS WORLD AMERICA'S STANDARD RACE JOURNAL The South's Oldest and Leading Colored Semi-Weekly Newspaper Published by MEMPHIS WORLD PUBLISHING CO. Every WEDNESDAY and SATURDAY at 546 BEALE — Ph. JA. 6-4030 Member of SCOTT NEWSPAPER SYNDICATE W. A. Scott, II, Founder; C. A. Scott, General Manager Entered in the Post Office at Memphis, Tenn. as second-class mail under the Act of Congress, March 1, 1870 THADDEUS T. STOKES Managing Editor MRS. ROSA BROWN BRACY Public Relation and Advertising SUBSCRIPTION RATES: Year $5.00 — 6 Months $3.00 — 3 Months $1.50 (In Advance) The MEMPHIS WORLD is an independent newspaper—non-sectarian and non-partisan, printing news unbiasedly and supporting those things it believes to be of interest to its readers and opposing those things against the interest of its readers. A Great Spirit Emerges In A Great Hour The nation's awaiting of the message of President Eisenhower to the Congress this week was rewarded in the forthrightness and soundness of one of the most powerful documents ever to fall across the halls of that great assemblage. In an atmosphere of tenseness, only surpassed on a few other occasions, his measured language bore its burning warning to the American people and the world. Naturally, he would in his native honesty, tell the American people where they stood on this military scale; never inferring any recriminations nor apologizing for what he himself might have done in the circumstances, his warning of less bickering and more attention to those defense activities which in time tend to place us well ahead, where we rightly belong in the constellations of nations. The citation regarding the sickness of the age; that attention should be directed to the harnessing of our energies and interests in the field of cures for the various deadly maladies afflicting the physical man, and the fuller enlargement of those opportunities meant for the training of scientists and the specialization meant for a more precise and directed approach to the problems of the time, should strike an immediate responsivechord. Domestic tranquility came in for a reminder; our economic forces should obtain that repair which would bolster our agencies and efforts for peace here at home in the normal pursuits of improving our whole economic status. Surely, no one would now intimate, after hearing or reading this address that there is merit in that old slogan which has handicapped our defense program, in its bewildered nasal drawl,—a "give away" program. The President could have turned more leaves of history to find Republican Presidents who spurned isolationism, before McKinley. Abraham Lincoln did not live to expound to the nation his own Vision of our insecurity behind the lines of ocean boundaries, but he left on record the doctrine of world brotherhood as a safeguard to the peace of the land. Washington, in his Farewell Address did not envision such a world as we have; fresh from bitter experiences with the mother country, he laid down the fundamentals of what Monroe put in a more succinct documentation which summed up—America for Americans. The speech contained much food for the grist of the Congress; much of it will find immediate legislation, while some will lie in its embryo in the fertile soil of time when it will come to fruitage to bless this nation and the world. A Pioneer In Soil Conservation (From Macon Telegraph) Tribute is being paid this week to the eminent Negro agricultural scienist, George Washington Carver, on the fifth anniversary of his death. Born in rural Missouri, the son of slaves. Carver grew up in Arkansas, working his way through school there and later through Iowa State College. Another slave at birth, Booker T. Washington, called Carver to Tuskegee Institute in 1896 as its director of agricultural research. From that post Carver rendered great service in persuading Southern farmers, especially Negro share-croppers, to diversify their cotton with peanuts, sweet potatoes and other soil-building crops. As these crops then became over-abundant, he made discovery after discovery in utilizing them for new food and also non-food purposes. George Washington Carver by preaching crop diversification did as much or more than any single member of his race to raise the economic stature of his people in the South. Tribute Paid To Courage Of Southern Leadership Reporting to the 49th annual NAACP meeting here today, Gloster B. Current, the Association's director of branches, paid tribute to the "heroic efforts on the part of the NAACP leadership in Arkansas, Georgia, Texas and several other states." where repressive measures were instituted against local and state officers of the National Association for the Advancement of Colored People. These leaders, Mr. Current said, endured threats, violence and arrests because of their efforts to achieve school desegregation and to secure other civil rights for Negroes. Confronted with this asault upon the NAACP, these officers "demonstrated the sacrificial effort required by the Association's leaders in the milieu of mounting pressures by those who would retain the status quo at any cost." As a result of these pressures, Mr. Current reported, the Association in 1957 suffered a drop in membership of some 40,000 from the 350,000 or 1956. This was the first time since 1949 that membership declined. Despite this membership loss, he added, the branch department was able to meet its share of the Association's national budget for 1957 through other fund-raising efforts. The Detroit branch, with a total of 19,291 members, remained in 1957 the largest local unit in the Association. In second place was Baltimore with 11,735. Cleveland was third with 11,365 and New York (Manhattan only) fourth with a membership of 11,267. During the year, 17 new adult branches, 25 youth councils and one college chapter were charted, Mr. Current said. For the first time a branch was organized in New Hampshire, at Portsmouth. At the end of the year there were 1.346 NAACP units in 44 states, the District of Columbia and the Territory of Alaska. Mr. Current reported on the activities of the local, state and regional units of the Association citing achievements in legislation, housing, employment, education, political action and public accommodations. Wolf River Victim failed to turn-up any information concerning the where abouts of my father." Jones is offering a $20 reward for any information leading to the whereabouts of his father "dead or alive." The elder Jones was last, seen in his home about 2 a.m. Dec. 11 by a son, Edmonds Jones, 26, who lives at his father's address. He was missing about 8 o'clock that same morning said the younger Jones. James Jones who lives in Detroit but came here to aid in the search for his father, said he feared, his father "had met with foul play, because he would not have gone off like that." The missing man was reported to have been wearing an Eisenhower Army jacket, blue jeans, brown hat and tan shoes. He is five feet, six inches tall, weighing140. His right eye was removed and a joint is missing on the right and middle finger of his right hand. He wears gold-frame glasses. Jones has two other sons, John Henry Jones, 50, of 1536 Orr; Samuel Jones, 34, of 1640 Mt. Olive St., and a daughter, Mrs. Mammie Nickelberry of 1696 Orr St. SEEING and SAYING BY WILLIAM A. FOWLKES Managing Editor — Atlanta Dally World THE NOTE FROM the little white lady expressed concern about the tensions and fears surrounding public integration. She advised, wisely and well, that God be asked for guidance. But, in the same mail had come another routine announcement from the United States Atomic Energy Commission of 55 grants totalling $3,499,638 to colleges and universities to expand nuclear technology training. An examination of the list of schools slated to receive the grants showed no Negro institution, as usual. A number of Southern white universities are involved, but these maintain their tradition of barring Negro students, although most American Negroes still live in the South. They do not know that this system has kept Negro youth "inherently unequal" in matters of education. They never stopped to think about the little shackly schoolhouses that dotted the South's countryside until "separate but unequal" farce was outlawed. They were content to go along with the unkindly theory that the inferior was good enough for the "crippled little Negro horses." They may not know now that the training for Negro youth in the South, even in the modernistically built and spacious schoolhouses, continues "inherently unequal." INCIDENTLY, America may now be at a world disadvantage because it ignored the warning of one Booker T. Washington that "you can't keep a man down unless you stay down with him." There are too many illiterates and ignoramuses among both American Negroes and whites, thus the now projected scientific leadership of the Russians. These U. S. crippled souls are the product of systematic disadvantages. Why All The integration Fuss? BY WILLIAM A. FOWLKES Managing Editor — Atlanta Dally World THE NOTE FROM the little white lady expressed concern about the tensions and fears surrounding public integration. She advised, wisely and well, that God be asked for guidance. But, in the same mail had come another routine announcement from the United States Atomic Energy Commission of 55 grants totalling $3,499,638 to colleges and universities to expand nuclear technology training. An examination of the list of schools slated to receive the grants showed no Negro institution, as usual. A number of Southern white universities are involved, but these maintain their tradition of barring Negro students, although most American Negroes still live in the South. They do not know that this system has kept Negro youth "inherently unequal" in matters of education. They never stopped to think about the little shackly schoolhouses that dotted the South's countryside until "separate but unequal" farce was outlawed. They were content to go along with the unkindly theory that the inferior was good enough for the "crippled little Negro horses." They may not know now that the training for Negro youth in the South, even in the modernistically built and spacious schoolhouses, continues "inherently unequal." INCIDENTLY, America may now be at a world disadvantage because it ignored the warning of one Booker T. Washington that "you can't keep a man down unless you stay down with him." There are too many illiterates and ignoramuses among both American Negroes and whites, thus the now projected scientific leadership of the Russians. These U. S. crippled souls are the product of systematic disadvantages. 'Crowning Experience' melodies. You are likely to leave the theatre singing. For Miss Smith, in addition to enjoying a reputation as a singer, is an actress of repute. When she sings "Sweet. Sweet, Sweet Potato." "I Remember My Mother's Philosophy: There's Always Room For One More" and "A Great, Wide Beautiful Campus," the applause comes in gales. For Miss Smith sings with the spiritual devoutness which only those who have experienced great, suffering can render. And Miss Ann Buckles puts tremendous conviction in her songs "I Dream I Saw a Beautiful Country," and an array, of melodies which, have hit parade potential. Back stage the Morris Brown College choir joined Miss Smith in a spiritual that, is likely to be heard frequently in the weeks to come. It is "Wade Out, Wade Out Into Deep Water." Miss-Smith portrays the late Bethune Cookman founder, Emma Tremaine through some 40 years from the founding of her school, with its primitive setting through her career in government and as a spokesman for her people. In song, she proclaims "sing it up, pray it up and talk it up" and in the confines of the stage, Miss Smith does just that. While sticking to fact for the most part, the authors have woven a tender love story and pulled out forcibly the bitterness and resentment that many feel over two-faced aspects of our society. William Pawley, Jr., as Charlie Winter, gives an intense and sensitive performance as he comes to grip with cross currents of color in the Americas. Vernon Slaughter as Dan Webster handles a difficult assignment With sincerity and authority. He is the, cementing force in the play. The play was conceived, created and produced during recent months at the World Assembly for Moral Re-Armament on Mackinac Island. It is designed as the producer stated as "a weapon in an atomic and ideological age." Actors, singers, musicians, artists, designers, stage crew and technicians all giving their, services without limit, without salary in order that the United States may profit by its moral force. "The Crowning Experience" is the expression of the way of living the world awaits from America. It is enthralling and compelling and brought to life with first rate song. NOTED ACTRESS melodies. You are likely to leave the theatre singing. For Miss Smith, in addition to enjoying a reputation as a singer, is an actress of repute. When she sings "Sweet. Sweet, Sweet Potato." "I Remember My Mother's Philosophy: There's Always Room For One More" and "A Great, Wide Beautiful Campus," the applause comes in gales. For Miss Smith sings with the spiritual devoutness which only those who have experienced great, suffering can render. And Miss Ann Buckles puts tremendous conviction in her songs "I Dream I Saw a Beautiful Country," and an array, of melodies which, have hit parade potential. Back stage the Morris Brown College choir joined Miss Smith in a spiritual that, is likely to be heard frequently in the weeks to come. It is "Wade Out, Wade Out Into Deep Water." Miss-Smith portrays the late Bethune Cookman founder, Emma Tremaine through some 40 years from the founding of her school, with its primitive setting through her career in government and as a spokesman for her people. In song, she proclaims "sing it up, pray it up and talk it up" and in the confines of the stage, Miss Smith does just that. While sticking to fact for the most part, the authors have woven a tender love story and pulled out forcibly the bitterness and resentment that many feel over two-faced aspects of our society. William Pawley, Jr., as Charlie Winter, gives an intense and sensitive performance as he comes to grip with cross currents of color in the Americas. Vernon Slaughter as Dan Webster handles a difficult assignment With sincerity and authority. He is the, cementing force in the play. The play was conceived, created and produced during recent months at the World Assembly for Moral Re-Armament on Mackinac Island. It is designed as the producer stated as "a weapon in an atomic and ideological age." Actors, singers, musicians, artists, designers, stage crew and technicians all giving their, services without limit, without salary in order that the United States may profit by its moral force. "The Crowning Experience" is the expression of the way of living the world awaits from America. It is enthralling and compelling and brought to life with first rate song. WISHING WELL Registered U. S. Patent Office. H is a pleasant little game that will give you a message every day. It is a numerical puzzle designed to spell out your fortune. Count the letters in your first name. It the number of letters is 6 or more, subtract 4. If the number is less than 6, add 3. The result is your key number. Start at the upper left-hand corner of the rectangle and check every one of your key numbers, left to right. Then read the message the letters under the checked figures give you. Georgian Named To Tenn. State Senate Columbus, Georgia hometowner Sue Carolyn Jones, daughter of Mr. and Mrs. Saule W Jones of 3011 8th Street, was recently elected to Tennessee State University's Women's Senate a progressive-type extension of student, government at the Nashville University. The purposes of the two 20-member Senates will be to handle discipline problems in fourteen or more categories; to encourage and foster academic excellence through a well-planned and continuously operative program and to foster the highest ideals of womanhood and man hood. Biology major Sue Carolyn Jones was elected from 115 qualifying seniors who had "B-plus" averages, and rated high in character, attitude, emotional stability and several general factors. LAFF-A-DAY "Madelaine! Let me take you away from all this!" LETTERS TO THE Editor To The Editors: President Eisenhower's appointment to the Civil Rights Commission of former: Governor Carlton of Florida indicates pretty clearly that he does not want the Commission to do anything effective in promoting racial integration. The Civil Rights Commission has no real function except to promote integration. But his appointees are almost certain to sabotage any such task. Eisenhower's appointees to the six-man Commission, include three Southerners, —ex-Governor Carlton of Florida, former Governor Battle of Virginia, and Robert Storey, dean of the Southern. Methodist, University Law School. Two of these men, that is, one-third of the Commission, come from states which have refused to do anything at all to comply with the Supreme Court's decision against racial segregation in education. The South is not one-half of the nation, yet President Eisenhower has packed the Commission with Southerners as one-half of the members. The slates where not a single public school has thus far been integrated are only six in number, one-eighth of the states, and having a good deal less than one-eighth of the population of the country, yet Eisenhower has given such States onethird of the members of the Commission, thus grossly over-representing them. Clearly he intends the Commission, not to be an agency to promote integration, but just a sort of debating society, although the chairman, Dr. Alfred Hannah, is definitely on the right side. Luckily, despite these, unwise and unfair appointments by an ailing President who apparently signs what is put before him, the cause of racial integration is advancing. The New York State Committee Against Discrimination has finally won over one of the airlines to appointing a Negro girl as an airline stewardess, following closely on the first Negro pilot in an American company. And once the first step is taken, experience shows that other qualified Negroes will get such jobs. Alfred Baker Lewis 23 E. 16th St. New York. N. Y. Use It Or Lose It God sent not his Son into the world to condemn the world: but that the world through Him might be saved. Jn. 3:17. I was reading one day and discovered one of the most striking works of modern sculpture is that of the French sculptor. Rodin, called "The Hand of God". It is small but its meaning but its meaning is tremendous! It is a great hand, with the fingers twining about and shaping two human figures, a man and a woman. It is a memorable picturing in stone of the faith found here in the account in Genesis of creation. It is the faith that God creates and shapes the world, and that God is ruling in his world. We know far more about the world than anyone knew at the time the Book of Genesis was written. We know how enormous the universe is. We know that it would take light, traveling from some of the stars farthest away, millions of years to reach the earth. Science has also shown how infinitely small the wonders of creation can be. One scientist has told us that if all the atoms in a glass of water were the size of a grain of sand, they would cover the whole earth. The greatest of all undertakings. the making of a better race world and a better race Of men for that is his plan. Genesis 1:1-5ab. 9-12. In the beginning God created the heaven and the earth. There is no attempt here, to prove the existence of God, his eternal existence being taken for granted. In his creation the creator is seen. "The heavens declare the glory of God; and the firmament showeth his handy work" (Psalm 19:1.) And the earth was without form, and void; and darkness was upon the faces of the deep. And the spirit of God moved upon the face of the waters. This verse pictures a dark formless watery waste. The Spirit of God appears as the great quickening power. And God said. Let there be light: and there was light. The creation, is an act of the pure will and the sole word of God. Light is the condition of all life and progress. And God is the Source of all life. For example, Johann Sebastian Bach had such an insatiable deSire for music—to play the organ. When his brother refused to let he see a book of advanced organ music, one night he crept out of bed and copied the book in a dim moon light. For six months he tolled at the task, later he composed organ music. At the beginning and ending of each composistion he always placed initials representing religious mottoes or little prayers such as "To God alone the Glory" or "In the name of Jesus." Today many students consider Johann Sebastian Bach an outstanding genius and place him at the very top of the world's greatest musicians. Yet Bach did not see music as an end in itself. Beyond and through the music he saw God. THE HAND OF GOD God sent not his Son into the world to condemn the world: but that the world through Him might be saved. Jn. 3:17. I was reading one day and discovered one of the most striking works of modern sculpture is that of the French sculptor. Rodin, called "The Hand of God". It is small but its meaning but its meaning is tremendous! It is a great hand, with the fingers twining about and shaping two human figures, a man and a woman. It is a memorable picturing in stone of the faith found here in the account in Genesis of creation. It is the faith that God creates and shapes the world, and that God is ruling in his world. We know far more about the world than anyone knew at the time the Book of Genesis was written. We know how enormous the universe is. We know that it would take light, traveling from some of the stars farthest away, millions of years to reach the earth. Science has also shown how infinitely small the wonders of creation can be. One scientist has told us that if all the atoms in a glass of water were the size of a grain of sand, they would cover the whole earth. The greatest of all undertakings. the making of a better race world and a better race Of men for that is his plan. Genesis 1:1-5ab. 9-12. In the beginning God created the heaven and the earth. There is no attempt here, to prove the existence of God, his eternal existence being taken for granted. In his creation the creator is seen. "The heavens declare the glory of God; and the firmament showeth his handy work" (Psalm 19:1.) And the earth was without form, and void; and darkness was upon the faces of the deep. And the spirit of God moved upon the face of the waters. This verse pictures a dark formless watery waste. The Spirit of God appears as the great quickening power. And God said. Let there be light: and there was light. The creation, is an act of the pure will and the sole word of God. Light is the condition of all life and progress. And God is the Source of all life. For example, Johann Sebastian Bach had such an insatiable deSire for music—to play the organ. When his brother refused to let he see a book of advanced organ music, one night he crept out of bed and copied the book in a dim moon light. For six months he tolled at the task, later he composed organ music. At the beginning and ending of each composistion he always placed initials representing religious mottoes or little prayers such as "To God alone the Glory" or "In the name of Jesus." Today many students consider Johann Sebastian Bach an outstanding genius and place him at the very top of the world's greatest musicians. Yet Bach did not see music as an end in itself. Beyond and through the music he saw God. MY WEEKLY SERMON By REV. BLAIR T. HUNT PASTOR MISSISSIPPI BLVD. CHRISTIAN CHURCH. There is a memorial which is infinitely more precious than the most glorious memorial that mortal can erect in stone, marble or bronze to the memory of any man. It is sometime seen in a rude shack or a hut or a store, front church, it is sometimes seen in the stately surroundings of great stone and, marble cathedrals. It is the Lord's Supper. When our Lord Jesus stood with his disciples at the last supper, and gave them to eat and to drink that which represented his own life laid down for them. He asked them to continue to observe this feast in remembrance of him. Each Holy Communion is a reminder lest we forget, it is an opportunity for a freshening up of love; it is God's "forget. Me not"; it is keeping His memory green. There, is a legend about Zaccheus that when he was old, he still lived in Jericho, humble and pious before God and man. Every morning at sunrise he went out into the fields for a walk and he always came back with a calm and happy mind to begin his day's work. His Wife, wondered where he Went in his Walks, but he never told her. One morning she secretly followed him. He went straight to the tree from which be first saw the Lord. Hiding herself to see what he would do she noticed that he took a pitcher, and carrying water, poured it about the tree's roots, which, were getting dry in the sultry clime. He pulled up some weeds here and there. He passed his hand fondly over the old trunk: then he looked up at the place among the branches where he had sat that day when he first saw the Lord Jesus. After that he turned away, and went back home. His wife afterwards referred to the matter and asked him why he took such care of the old tree. His quiet answer was, "It was that tree which brought me to him whom my soul loveth." Zaccheus could not forget. Every communion season is "lest we forget." Every communion is a reminder. Every communion freshens up our love and keeps his memory green. Every communion draws us near to God. The Lord's supper, in rememremembrance of Jesus Christ causes us to ascend a hill that is called calvary and we whisper, "He died for me." Then and there we gain courage to resist and fight evil. Then and there we become patient in tribulations. Then and there we realize that finally we will win our way past the Cherubim and eat of the tree of life which is in the paradise of God. The Lonely Man By JAMES RONALD © 1967, by James Ronald. Distributed by King Features Syndicate WHILE Hector MacInch busted himself with a cocktail shaker, his wife, Judith, presented Deborah to the other guests. First, Enid and Bill Sinclair. Enid's manner was effusive but her gaze was sharply appraisive. She had been pretty as a girl, but fretful, lines were now etched under her eyes. Her husband wore the eager, guileless face of a schoolboy on the thickened body of a self-indulgent man in the thirties. Deborah thought at once that nothing would ever touch him deeply. He would enjoy life heedlessly to the limit of his capacity, without ever understanding it. He held Deborah's hand a fraction too long. It was obvious his wife was aware of it but her tongue went on uttering blithe nothings without faltering. The remaining guests, now talking to Joyce and Ewan Monteith, were a woman novelist, and her son, a willowy youth with spectacles shaped like teardrops and hair as sleek as a seal's pelt. In the regrouping that followed their arrival Inspector David Gray was taken captive and led to a window seat by the woman novelist. Deborah found herself, glass in hand, on a couch between Bill Sinclair and the willowy young man. Bill told her that the martinis were excellent. He knew. He'd had four already. He asked why he had never seen her on the stage during his trips to London. How could he have missed her? "Probably by going to the wrong theater," Deborah said blithely. She turned to the novelist's son, who was talking about himself into her other ear. Something about a life of his own which he was not encouraged to lead. The maid was handing round canapes. Tiny hot sausages on toothpicks. Fried shrimp with a sauce to dip them into. The young man helped himself with both hands. Bill Sinclair had his glass replenished, then spoke confidentially in Deborah's ear. "Can't we meet somewhere one afternoon? I'd love to show you our local views. I could pick you up with my car. You've no idea how much I need someone to talk to." "There's always your wife," said Deborah unfeelingly. "I can't talk to her," said Bill peevishly. "She only listens with half an ear." At the moment, Enid was giving them both, eyes. Deborah turned back to the novelist's son. "You're an only child?" "Well, you can't wonder at that I took nine months and she can produce a book in six." The compelling voice of his mother boomed across the room. She was not addressing a public gathering, only, a single male, but the effect was the same. "The young of today are spoiled, lazy, egotistical—" "Mother judges everyone by me," said tile youth indulgently. The butler came to his master's elbow without the cocktail shaker. "Dinner is served." he intoned, like a judge pronouncing sentence. While helping himself to enough for two at the dinner table, the" novelist's son told Deborah of his uphill battle to make his mother buy him a car. Deborah grasped the opportunity to steer the conversation to cars in general. Judith MacInch said that for sheer comfort give her their old Daimler, although the running expense was ruinous. Her husband retorted that the Daimler always made him feel he was being conveyed in a hearse. For driving pleasure there was nothing to beat his Aston Martin. Bill spoke boastfully of his Austin Healey. "A ridiculous car for people in our position," said Enid. "It would be different if we could afford two cars." The woman novelist listened judicially to something her host was saying. When her interest began to wane she brusquely interrupted him. "Naturally, I've heard all about it. In this part of the country they seem to talk of nothing else. But the story is too hackneyed for my public. The only advantage to writing about a man killing his wife is that the motive is always so clearly understandable." "Joke," said her son brightly; and was stabbed by a maternal glare. "In this case," Hector persisted, "you might find the victim an enthralling study. She had the beauty of an angel. I know that sounds trite, but it's true. On the other hand, she hadn't a scruple to her name. A curious mixture, Wouldn't you say, Enid?" "Andrew was a fool to marry her," said Enid angrily, "and he had no right to bring her here to live." "My dear, how vehement you sound," said the novelist, regards ing her with avid curiosity. "Enid used to be Andrew Garvin's sister," explained Hector. "Used to be?" "She scrapped the relationship. Simply cut him out of her life. A pity there is no law enabling one to divorce a brother." "What a perfect stinker you are, Hector MacInch," said Enid. "As if it were not enough, asking us to dine with a—a—" "A policeman," said David Gray quietly. "Really?" broke in the willowy youth, immensely intrigued. "A proper copper?" "Who is doing his best to convict. Andrew, I may have, disowned my brother but I must say it's a bit thick." Enid went on. "My dear Enid, surely the son of Old Doctor Gray, is socially acceptable anywhere in the county." Hector paused before adding, with ironic emphasis, "I imagine even Erica found him... acceptable." David was silent. "As a matter of fact," said Hector suavely, "I invited Andrew himself to dine with us this evening." "Hector, you didn't!" gasped his wife. "It might have been amusing," said Hector, "but Andrew declined without thanks." "You must be mad to do such a thing!" Erud blazed. Deborah expected her to rise in righteous fury and walk out. But although Enid glowered at her host, she kept her seat. And Deborah remembered something Joyce had told her. The MacInches were principal shareholders in a hosiery mill managed by Bill Sinclair. Joyce had more than hinted that Bill was fortunate to have so well paid a job. Enid might fume but she would not dare to quarrel with her bread and butler. "Sorry if I upset you, Enid," said Hector insincerely. "But, after all, I can remember a time when you and Bill and the Garvins were almost an inseparable foursome." "When he brought her here I did my best to like her, for Andrew's sake." "Was that why Bill did his best to like her? Didn't find it difficult, did you, Bill?" "Draw it mild, old chap," muttered Bill uncomfortably. "This is all very interesting," exclaimed the woman novelist, "I do hope no one's feelings are being lacerated. After all, conversation should challenge and stimulate, should it not?" "Not to the extent Hector would like," said Joyce, with fire in her eye. "It would suit Hector to see us all spitting at each other like cats, across the table. You're an odd combination of joviality and malice, Hector. Like a jolly Santa Claus giving a live gun instead of a toy one to a small boy." CHAPTER 13 By JAMES RONALD © 1967, by James Ronald. Distributed by King Features Syndicate WHILE Hector MacInch busted himself with a cocktail shaker, his wife, Judith, presented Deborah to the other guests. First, Enid and Bill Sinclair. Enid's manner was effusive but her gaze was sharply appraisive. She had been pretty as a girl, but fretful, lines were now etched under her eyes. Her husband wore the eager, guileless face of a schoolboy on the thickened body of a self-indulgent man in the thirties. Deborah thought at once that nothing would ever touch him deeply. He would enjoy life heedlessly to the limit of his capacity, without ever understanding it. He held Deborah's hand a fraction too long. It was obvious his wife was aware of it but her tongue went on uttering blithe nothings without faltering. The remaining guests, now talking to Joyce and Ewan Monteith, were a woman novelist, and her son, a willowy youth with spectacles shaped like teardrops and hair as sleek as a seal's pelt. In the regrouping that followed their arrival Inspector David Gray was taken captive and led to a window seat by the woman novelist. Deborah found herself, glass in hand, on a couch between Bill Sinclair and the willowy young man. Bill told her that the martinis were excellent. He knew. He'd had four already. He asked why he had never seen her on the stage during his trips to London. How could he have missed her? "Probably by going to the wrong theater," Deborah said blithely. She turned to the novelist's son, who was talking about himself into her other ear. Something about a life of his own which he was not encouraged to lead. The maid was handing round canapes. Tiny hot sausages on toothpicks. Fried shrimp with a sauce to dip them into. The young man helped himself with both hands. Bill Sinclair had his glass replenished, then spoke confidentially in Deborah's ear. "Can't we meet somewhere one afternoon? I'd love to show you our local views. I could pick you up with my car. You've no idea how much I need someone to talk to." "There's always your wife," said Deborah unfeelingly. "I can't talk to her," said Bill peevishly. "She only listens with half an ear." At the moment, Enid was giving them both, eyes. Deborah turned back to the novelist's son. "You're an only child?" "Well, you can't wonder at that I took nine months and she can produce a book in six." The compelling voice of his mother boomed across the room. She was not addressing a public gathering, only, a single male, but the effect was the same. "The young of today are spoiled, lazy, egotistical—" "Mother judges everyone by me," said tile youth indulgently. The butler came to his master's elbow without the cocktail shaker. "Dinner is served." he intoned, like a judge pronouncing sentence. While helping himself to enough for two at the dinner table, the" novelist's son told Deborah of his uphill battle to make his mother buy him a car. Deborah grasped the opportunity to steer the conversation to cars in general. Judith MacInch said that for sheer comfort give her their old Daimler, although the running expense was ruinous. Her husband retorted that the Daimler always made him feel he was being conveyed in a hearse. For driving pleasure there was nothing to beat his Aston Martin. Bill spoke boastfully of his Austin Healey. "A ridiculous car for people in our position," said Enid. "It would be different if we could afford two cars." The woman novelist listened judicially to something her host was saying. When her interest began to wane she brusquely interrupted him. "Naturally, I've heard all about it. In this part of the country they seem to talk of nothing else. But the story is too hackneyed for my public. The only advantage to writing about a man killing his wife is that the motive is always so clearly understandable." "Joke," said her son brightly; and was stabbed by a maternal glare. "In this case," Hector persisted, "you might find the victim an enthralling study. She had the beauty of an angel. I know that sounds trite, but it's true. On the other hand, she hadn't a scruple to her name. A curious mixture, Wouldn't you say, Enid?" "Andrew was a fool to marry her," said Enid angrily, "and he had no right to bring her here to live." "My dear, how vehement you sound," said the novelist, regards ing her with avid curiosity. "Enid used to be Andrew Garvin's sister," explained Hector. "Used to be?" "She scrapped the relationship. Simply cut him out of her life. A pity there is no law enabling one to divorce a brother." "What a perfect stinker you are, Hector MacInch," said Enid. "As if it were not enough, asking us to dine with a—a—" "A policeman," said David Gray quietly. "Really?" broke in the willowy youth, immensely intrigued. "A proper copper?" "Who is doing his best to convict. Andrew, I may have, disowned my brother but I must say it's a bit thick." Enid went on. "My dear Enid, surely the son of Old Doctor Gray, is socially acceptable anywhere in the county." Hector paused before adding, with ironic emphasis, "I imagine even Erica found him... acceptable." David was silent. "As a matter of fact," said Hector suavely, "I invited Andrew himself to dine with us this evening." "Hector, you didn't!" gasped his wife. "It might have been amusing," said Hector, "but Andrew declined without thanks." "You must be mad to do such a thing!" Erud blazed. Deborah expected her to rise in righteous fury and walk out. But although Enid glowered at her host, she kept her seat. And Deborah remembered something Joyce had told her. The MacInches were principal shareholders in a hosiery mill managed by Bill Sinclair. Joyce had more than hinted that Bill was fortunate to have so well paid a job. Enid might fume but she would not dare to quarrel with her bread and butler. "Sorry if I upset you, Enid," said Hector insincerely. "But, after all, I can remember a time when you and Bill and the Garvins were almost an inseparable foursome." "When he brought her here I did my best to like her, for Andrew's sake." "Was that why Bill did his best to like her? Didn't find it difficult, did you, Bill?" "Draw it mild, old chap," muttered Bill uncomfortably. "This is all very interesting," exclaimed the woman novelist, "I do hope no one's feelings are being lacerated. After all, conversation should challenge and stimulate, should it not?" "Not to the extent Hector would like," said Joyce, with fire in her eye. "It would suit Hector to see us all spitting at each other like cats, across the table. You're an odd combination of joviality and malice, Hector. Like a jolly Santa Claus giving a live gun instead of a toy one to a small boy." Atlanta Parents a speedy hearing." 3. That the court issue a "prelimiriary injunction pending the final disposition of this case and a permanent injunction upon the final determination of this cause." 4. That defendants be enjoined, "from refusing to permit the minor plaintiffs to attend any public school in the City of Atlanta, Georgia, which they are otherwise quailfied to attend, solely because of their race and color." The plaintiffs were listed as: Willie Calhoun, and children, Vivian, Cornetha and Fred Calhoun; Henry L. Harper, and children Cornell, Jessie Lee and Betty Jean Harper, Leanard Jackson, Sr., and children Leanard, Jr., Cecelia, Phyllis and Reba Jackson; Roosevelt Winfrey and children Betty Jean, Jinning, Melvin Sharon and Doris Winfrey; Johnny Fears Sr., and children Juanita and Johnny ears; Dock Putnam, and children Onithia and Cloud putman; Ralph Swann and children Ernest and Charles Swami; David Lester and children James and William Lester; Rudie McDowell and children Sandra and Snowdra McDowell; and Mrs. Ruth Smith, formerly Mrs. Ruth Jenkins and children Delane and Marion Jenkins. Memphis Families Eligible Far Surplus Food Residents of Memphis who are eligible to share in the surplus food which is to be distributed by the federal and state agricultural department to needy persons in the city and county, should register. City residents should register at westend of Ellis auditorium. Persons living in the county should apply at Millington and Arlington. Those living in the Barretville area should apply at Barret's store: Brunswick, at Vance Griffin's store. About 33 carloads of surplus foods have already arrived, but distribution will start about two weeks from now from a warehouse at Mallory Air Force depot. Persons applying should carry along with them their Social Security cards. Questions will be asked concerning your monthly earnings, number living with the head of the family, name of your last employer, the date of your last employment; bank account, property owned, stocks and bonds, if any. Faubus Says Troops moved". He reiterated his stand that under present conditions the only sol-ution to the Little Rock situation is the withdrawal of the nine Negro student, from Central High School. The Arkansas Chief Executive, key figure in an historic conflict between a federal court order and state's rights, said the use of Federal Troops in Little Rock was an instance of "law imposed against the will of a majority for the will of a minority". Girls Suspended girl students of the school. School officials declined to comment on the suspensions but it waslearned that in the first case the white girl had pushed the Negro girl sprawling as she stooped over to pick up some books in a school corridor. In the other case, the while girl was reported to have shoved a Negro girl down a flight of stairs in the school. The Negro girl was not injured. The girls are two of nine Negro students whose admission to the previous all-white high school at the beginning of the school year led to rioting in Little Rock and resulted in President Eisenhower ordering Paratroopers and National Guardsmen to the scene.