Memphis World
Memphis World Publishing Co.
1959-05-20
Thaddeus T. Stokes

MEMPHIS WORLD
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The Two Poplarville Suicide Tries
Raise Question
Two suicide tries from the seat of the kidnapping of Mack
Charles Parker in Poplarville, Mississippi, would suggest clues
for those engaged in ferreting out the mystery of how and
by whom the jail keys were removed from the sheriff's office.
in other words, there is a sign that the FBI might be hot on
the trail of the abductors and lynchers.
Parker, accused of criminal attack, was taken from his
jail cell, lynched, and thrown into the Pearl River hours before 
he was scheduled to go on trial for the alleged offense
With other prisoners on the scene watching the take, there
should be some clues as to the identity and method of the
kidnappers. These two white persons who were in jail at the
time, when tightly questioned, attempted to commit suicide.
These acts raise some serious questions.
Let the FBI continue its search and may the responsibility
for delivering the keys, or placing them where they could be
easily reached, be placed.
This, along with some other ugly happenings, will surely
lead to more drastic civil rights measures, It may in time bring
back some of the provisions that used to be used in the old
anti-lynch bills, which called on a county for indemnity and
severe punishment of the sheriff in counties where a lynching
occurs.
With the ugly head of lynching poking its grisly form
across the land again, some such measure awarding heavy
indemnities, to families of the victims and punishment for officials 
who may be found negligent to duty would be highly in
order.
The President of the United Stales has promised that the
government will do all in its power to find and punish the
guilty, in this case and we have hope at least some of those
responsible will be brought before the bar of justice.

The Talmadge Amendment Asks Federal
Hands Off Public School System
It may be well after all that Senator Herman Talmadge's
amendment at least reached the hearing stage. The senator
himself intimated that it would not pass. We agree it will not
pass. Public education is needed now as never before in the
history of the nation.
It is a proposed amendment to give the states exclusive
jurisdiction over their public schools. Governor Ernest Vandiver, 
of Georgia, testified in its favor on Tuesday, accusing
the Supreme Court of usurping the powers of Congress.
Governor Vandiver even went so far as to go along with
that provision of the amendment which would permit states to
determine how and when their states would comply with the
Supreme Court's school decision.
Clarence Mitchell of the NAACP led the opposition to this
bill which would allow those in charge of the schools more
privilege than any other provision of the Constitution of the
United States dealing with human and property rights.
The time honored principle in the bedrock of this republic
Would hold that every individual is entitled to an education;
that if the states do not afford this, then it is up to the federal
government to do so.
The public education of the people is one of the prime
obligations of the nation. Federal funds have been spent to
support some aspects of the public schools. The federal government's 
top obligation is in the field of educating and developing 
its youth. Then for the states to be thrown the school system, 
lock, stock and barrel, with the federal government on
the outside handing out funds for lunches, teachers, etc., with
no say, so about them would be illogical.
Yes, let the bill go through its hearing stage; its sponsor
himself doubts its passage, then his objective in offering the
amendment in the first place deserves some serious study. It
looks like politics for local consumption to us. And in time this
kind, of politics will boomerang.

Dr. Yarbrough To

Dr. Yarbrough started his career 
in dentistry shortly after he
graduated from Meharry in Bonegreen, 
Ky. He practiced at Bonegreen 
until 1941 when he came to
Memphis to replaced the late Dr.
U. S. Walton at the present Calhoun 
offices.
Dr. Yarbrough is well known in
the Bonegreen community, espacially 
for his work in the State
Street Baptist Church where he
serves as trustee. He has headed
and supported many drives in the
church's behalf and it was through
his influence that the church was
able to get credit. He has long
served as chairman of the church's
Christmas Savings Club, which has
amassed more than $5.000 in some
years, and has caught in the Sun
day 
School.
A successful business man, Dr.
Yarbrough owns 10 houses in Kentucky 
and owns a 76-acre farm in
Fayette County. He is the father of
three children. Carolyn, 14, and
Joyce, 10 both of Indianapolis, Ind.,
and the late William Yarbrough, Jr.,
a successful Raleigh, N. C, businessman 
who had accumulated an estate 
worth $100,000 at the time of
his death in 1956.
It has been wonderful to have
been able to serve people for 50
years," Dr. Yarbrough said, "and
I will be indeed grateful to Meharry
for giving me this award."
Dr. Yarbrough is a member of
the Pan-Tennessean Dental Society,
and has served as chaplain of the
organization for the past 6 years.

STARTED AT
BONEGREEN, KY.

Dr. Yarbrough started his career 
in dentistry shortly after he
graduated from Meharry in Bonegreen, 
Ky. He practiced at Bonegreen 
until 1941 when he came to
Memphis to replaced the late Dr.
U. S. Walton at the present Calhoun 
offices.
Dr. Yarbrough is well known in
the Bonegreen community, espacially 
for his work in the State
Street Baptist Church where he
serves as trustee. He has headed
and supported many drives in the
church's behalf and it was through
his influence that the church was
able to get credit. He has long
served as chairman of the church's
Christmas Savings Club, which has
amassed more than $5.000 in some
years, and has caught in the Sun
day 
School.
A successful business man, Dr.
Yarbrough owns 10 houses in Kentucky 
and owns a 76-acre farm in
Fayette County. He is the father of
three children. Carolyn, 14, and
Joyce, 10 both of Indianapolis, Ind.,
and the late William Yarbrough, Jr.,
a successful Raleigh, N. C, businessman 
who had accumulated an estate 
worth $100,000 at the time of
his death in 1956.
It has been wonderful to have
been able to serve people for 50
years," Dr. Yarbrough said, "and
I will be indeed grateful to Meharry
for giving me this award."
Dr. Yarbrough is a member of
the Pan-Tennessean Dental Society,
and has served as chaplain of the
organization for the past 6 years.

WISHING WELL
Registered U. S. Patent Office.
HERE 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. If 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.

Dulaney, Society

ton businessman when he got tired
of hearing people use his first

name when caling for a porterwhether 
or not the porter's name
was George. He started a society
which came to include 13,000 Geores, 
including the Kngs of Great
Britain and Greece.
Dulaney retired in 1947 and moved 
to La Jolla, Calif.

SEEING and SAYING
By WILLIAM FOWLKES
World's Managing Editor
TOM. MBOYA was something, to hear!
Whisked into Atlanta, while ending a whirlwind tour of
America, the ebony labor leader of Kenya and all Africa
spoke the universal language of the colored peoples, of the
world it was simply: "We want independence and a share
in this world — now!"
THESE ARE NOT, of course, Mr. Mboya's
quotes. But what he said added up to this
and more.

THEY ARE NOT BEGGING, not these proud black people of
Africa! They do not ask for gifts; they want loans. But, most of
all they desire skills from others and to be taught use of their
own hands and minds to develop the vast resources and potential 
of their own continent. Incidently, they have millions of
hands and minds to spare!

IF THEY CANNOT convince the leaders of these upper legions 
of earth that they must practice their professed religious
philosophies, which come out of Africa and the Near-East, they
know that civilizations of the West are doomed. It is a very
deep and terrifying thing.

For several hundred years now, colonial powers had subjugated, 
enslaved and dominated Earth's majority colored peoples 
through the cultivation of fearsome firepower, maintenance
of fear, ignorance and superstitution among the masses, and
an alliance of greed and professed superiority. They have excluded 
from their primary history books virtually all the accounts 
of civilized contributions and glory of the kingdoms and
principalities of Africa and Asia.



More Prophecy From Africa
By WILLIAM FOWLKES
World's Managing Editor
TOM. MBOYA was something, to hear!
Whisked into Atlanta, while ending a whirlwind tour of
America, the ebony labor leader of Kenya and all Africa
spoke the universal language of the colored peoples, of the
world it was simply: "We want independence and a share
in this world — now!"
THESE ARE NOT, of course, Mr. Mboya's
quotes. But what he said added up to this
and more.

THEY ARE NOT BEGGING, not these proud black people of
Africa! They do not ask for gifts; they want loans. But, most of
all they desire skills from others and to be taught use of their
own hands and minds to develop the vast resources and potential 
of their own continent. Incidently, they have millions of
hands and minds to spare!

IF THEY CANNOT convince the leaders of these upper legions 
of earth that they must practice their professed religious
philosophies, which come out of Africa and the Near-East, they
know that civilizations of the West are doomed. It is a very
deep and terrifying thing.

For several hundred years now, colonial powers had subjugated, 
enslaved and dominated Earth's majority colored peoples 
through the cultivation of fearsome firepower, maintenance
of fear, ignorance and superstitution among the masses, and
an alliance of greed and professed superiority. They have excluded 
from their primary history books virtually all the accounts 
of civilized contributions and glory of the kingdoms and
principalities of Africa and Asia.



Eyes Of The World

can see that body being pulled
out or a river," he said.
King spoke of his recent trip
to India and said that the Indians 
have made progress against
the caste system. He said it was
now unlawful to discriminate
against an "untouchable" in India. 

"So don't tell me you can't regulate 
behavior by legislation." he
said. "India has a lot to learn
from the United States about technology 
but the United States has
a lot to learn from India in
terms of moral attitude."
King criticized President Eisenhower, 
saying he had not ever
endorsed the Supreme Court's desegregation 
decision.
He said the churches have a
long way to go in the field of
desegregation. "The roost segregated 
school of the week is the
Sunday School, he said.
He reiterated his plan for a
passive program to achieve racial
equality. "How many of you can
join me in saying to our white
brother in the south, "you can
bomb my home but I still love
you." he asked. He said the Negro 
"will wear the white man
down with his capacity for compassion." 

"We just want to be free," he
said over and over to the enthusiastic 
audience. He received a
standing ovation at the end of
his address.
Rev. Fred Shuttlesworth a Negro 
leader from Birmingham
Ala., said earlier. "If the Gonstitution 
means something in New
York it should mean something
in Alabama and Florida. It's time
to rise up and let the world know
we are tired of this stuff."
"You follow us," he said. The
men who have been through the
fire."

They Staggered, But

terly journal of medicine said
the patients at St. Thomas Hospital 
showed all the symptoms of
drunkenness without having consummed 
alcohol.
The physicians said these "compulsive 
water drinkers "turned to
water for the same psychological
reasons that turn others into al
coholics.
The doctors termed the water
drunks "hydrolics," and said their
drunkenness stemmed, from the
dilution of their blood with water,
thus feeding less oxygen to the
brain.

Owens College Plans

ma Alabama, D. D. Union Baptist
Theological Seminary, Houston.
Texas.
Thursday, May 28, at 6 p. m.,
Dr. Arthur D. Gray, president of
Talladela College, Talladega, Ala. is
scheduled to deliver the commencement 
address. President Gray
holds the A. B. degree from Talladega 
College, The B. D. degree
from Chicago Theological Seminary 
and the honorary D. D. degree
from Chicago Theological Seminary. 

He has had varied experience in
the Christian ministry and in the
educational world. He was the
minister of Plymouth Congregational, 
Chicago, Ill. from 1930gational, 
Chicago, Ill., from 193032, 
he was the assistant to the
president of Talladega College. He
has served as chairman of the executive 
committee, General Council 
of Congregational Christian
Churches, member of the Board of
Parkway Community House Chicago), 
assistant National Moderator 
of the Congregational Christian
Churches of America, president of
the District of Columbia Branch
NAACP, member of the Illinois
Commission of Human Relations,
Moderator of the Chicago Association 
of Congregational Churches &
a member of the Board of Directors 
and the executive committee
of the Congregational Board of
Home Missions.
Presently, he is vice-president of
Alabama Council of Human Relations, 
member of the Board of
Home Missions of the United
Church of Christ, corporate member 
of the Congregational Board
of Foreign Missions, member of Division 
of Christian Education of
the National Council of Churches
of Christ in the U. S. A. and a
member of Southern Regional
Council. He is also listed in Who's
Who in America.

COMMENCEMENT SPEAKER

ma Alabama, D. D. Union Baptist
Theological Seminary, Houston.
Texas.
Thursday, May 28, at 6 p. m.,
Dr. Arthur D. Gray, president of
Talladela College, Talladega, Ala. is
scheduled to deliver the commencement 
address. President Gray
holds the A. B. degree from Talladega 
College, The B. D. degree
from Chicago Theological Seminary 
and the honorary D. D. degree
from Chicago Theological Seminary. 

He has had varied experience in
the Christian ministry and in the
educational world. He was the
minister of Plymouth Congregational, 
Chicago, Ill. from 1930gational, 
Chicago, Ill., from 193032, 
he was the assistant to the
president of Talladega College. He
has served as chairman of the executive 
committee, General Council 
of Congregational Christian
Churches, member of the Board of
Parkway Community House Chicago), 
assistant National Moderator 
of the Congregational Christian
Churches of America, president of
the District of Columbia Branch
NAACP, member of the Illinois
Commission of Human Relations,
Moderator of the Chicago Association 
of Congregational Churches &
a member of the Board of Directors 
and the executive committee
of the Congregational Board of
Home Missions.
Presently, he is vice-president of
Alabama Council of Human Relations, 
member of the Board of
Home Missions of the United
Church of Christ, corporate member 
of the Congregational Board
of Foreign Missions, member of Division 
of Christian Education of
the National Council of Churches
of Christ in the U. S. A. and a
member of Southern Regional
Council. He is also listed in Who's
Who in America.

Special Train To

Ellis Auditorium.
The 1959 theme is "Our Baptist.
Witness Through Evangelism in
an Emerging Age of Freedom."
A pre-Congress musical is being
planned for Monday night, June 22.
The commission on transportation 
is Rev. R. D. Thomas, Dr. E.
D. Billoups. Jas. E. Gayle, Rev. P.
W. Rapheal, Rev. A. L. Davis, Rev.
A. S. Jackson, Rev. J. E. Newman,
Rev. Morris Burrell, Rev. J. R. Retledge, 
Rev. J. Hargerty, Rev. A. E.
Pollard, Rev. P. Rayfield Brown,
III, Rev. H. Y. Bell, Rev. C. D.
Simmons, Rev. W. S. Robinson,
Rev. W. Rutland, Rev. A. P. Fortner, 
Rev. A. May. Rev. G. W. McWaters, 
Rev. N. P. Jones, Rev. T.
L. Gibson, Rev. W. A. White, Rev.
D. T. Smith, Rev. S. Woods, Rev.
H. M. Jones, Rev. W. Square, Rev.
D. Brown, Rev: P. C. Keal,' and
Rev. V. Gordon.

Civic Club Seeking

Lofton; and the chairman of its
membership committee, Miss Arline
Patton.
Lofton said Monday, "this is the
first time to my knowledge that a
civic club in Orange Mound has
circulated hand bills "appealing to
the citizens on a non-partisan cause
of this nature. We simply wanted
to arouse them to an awareness
that before we can have good
government we must be good citizens, 
we must become alerted to
our civic responsibility. We are not
necessarily seeking memberships
for the New Light Civic Club. If
they wish, they can join the Orange
Mound Civic Club. They should
join some civic club and work
faithfully in it."
He also expressed appreciation.
to those civic minded persons who
made it possible for us to distribute 
those hand-bills block-to
block and door-to-door.

Rev. Blair T. Hunt

Church.
Music for the program will be
furnished by the Booker T. Washington 
High School's Glee Club and
Porter Junior High School's Band.
City and County Officials have

been invited along with other
notable personalities of the city.
Rev.. James L. Gleese, Superintendent 
of the Mission, and all directors 
invite the public to attend. 

A Coffee Hour will be, held immediately 
following the program.

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Man's Arm Caught
In Boiling Tar
The scorching, 400 degree heat of
a kettle of liquid tar caused serious 
burns to the hands and arms
of a roofing concern worker
Thursday morning when his arm
was pinned in the boiling mixture 
for several seconds, police
said.
Taken to Grady Hospital for
treatment of the bums was a
man police identified as James
junior McCoy, 22, of 864 Cherry
Alley, S. W. It could not be immediately, 
determined, the exact
extent of his injury Thursday, afternoon. 

Police said McCoy had been
servicing a heating apparatus that
is used to heat tar for roofing
jobs. McCoy was reportedly
working over the boiling Kettle
at a York St.. site when the top
of the apparatus came ajar, fell
across his arm, and pinned his
arm in the 400 - degree hot tar.
Early reports indicated that McCoy 
was burned on the left hand
and that his right arm, from elbow 
to hand, was seriously burned 
after being submerged in the
kettle of tar.

Report Man Slain

Bailey, 50, and the wounding of
another white man, B. W. Knight,
Sheriff Leighton Miller said. Miller 
said the statements of Causey's
widow were "contradictory" and did
not taly with "what we found at
the scene." He said the woman
Mrs. Elnora Causey, came out of
the house when officers lobbed tear
gas shells inside but that her husband 
refused.
Bailey was killed with a shotgun
blast fired by Causey, the sheriff
said. Knight was nicked with pellets. 


Former Douglass

diplomas.
The principal, J. D. Springer,
faculty members and the candidates 
for graduation invite the
public to attend both events.
Students Who are in the "Top
Ten" are: James Alexander, vale
dictorian; 
William M. Rodgers,
salutatorian; Sadie Mae Fulton,
Barbara S. Moore, Carolyn Anne
Willis, Velma Murrell, Charlie P.
Booker, Genthia Collins, Gladys
Wilson and Elizabeth Baker. These
students have maintained a "B"
or better average during the entire
four years of high school.

The New WAYNE D. OVERHOLSER Thriller
THE LONE DEPUTY
1957, Wayne D. Overholser From the novel published by
The  Co. Distributed by King Features Syndicate.
LAURA MADDEN went down
the long nail to her father's
study and closed the door and
leaned, against it.
She had the weird feeling that
the dark tone suited the room.
for darkness belonged to the devil,
and she was convinced that her
father had sold himself to the
devil as surely as Cole Weston
was the devil.
"I'm sorry about what I'm going 
to have to say. Laura," Madden 
said, striding back and forth
and chewing nervously on a cold
cigar. "I've been afraid it would
come to this, but I didn't want
to hurt you if I had my way, I
would give you anything in the
world I could, but some times circumstances 
force us to take steps
we don't want to take."
He paused and, removing the
cigar from his mouth, looked at
it and then replaced it, moving
in a jerky fashion as if Cole
Weston were tugging at the
strings that controlled him.
"I talked to Price about this
yesterday and he defied me, so I
have, no choice. He left town
early this morning. I presume
he's hunting for that Jarvis boy,
If he finds him and brings him
to town, then we've got more
trouble than we could dream of."
He tongued his cigar to the
other side of his mouth, "Pete
Nance is in town waiting for
Price. I understand this is personal, 
due to some difficulty they
had at the Rocking C, and was
postponed because Cole didn't
want any righting out there.
Curly Blue is in town, and 'f
Price shows up with the Jarvis
boy Blue's supposed to notify
Cole, who will come in with some
of his men. Apparently they have
reason to think that the Jarvis
boy shot and killed Red Sanders.
It's all tied in with this rustling
that's been going on for months
and which Price refused to stop."
Laura watched him, a sick foreboding 
taking hold of her. She
knew what was coming. She
wouldn't have to choose freely
between her father and Price
Regan. Her father was forcing
a single choice upon her.
"Now this is the part I hate to
say," Madden went on. "We had
a meeting of the town council
today and took the town marshal's 
job away from Price and
gave it to Max Harker. As soon
as possible, I'm going to contact
Raiph Carew and have him recall
Price, if he's still alive, which is
doubtful if he fights Pete Nance.
I told Price he wasn't going to
marry you, so don't see him. And
you'll have to get rid of the
Potter girl."
Laura stared at her father with
Utmost loathing. He seemed a
stranger to her, a man she had
never really known.
"What have you done that
Weston knows about?" she asked.
"He must have some hold on
you."
"Nothing," he said. "Don't talk
to me that way. I'm doing what
I have to do."
"No, you're not," she said
sharply. "He killed Jean's mother
and father in cold blood. And
Walt Cronin. Maybe. Bruce Jarvis. 
Maybe even Price by now.
What's happened to you that you
can stand here and take his side
and defend him in everything he's
done?"
"I'm not going to argue with
you," he said in cold fury. "Just
do what I tell you."
"I'm eighteen and I won't do
anything you tell me except leave
this house." she said in a detached 
voice. "If you, think I'll
give Price up for a minute, you're
wrong.
She whirled and opened the
door and ran out, slamming it
behind her. She went on into the
kitchen, calling. "Jean, help me
pack. We're leaving."
"Laura. I said not to—"
"Not on your account," Laura
said. "Price's."
She went upstairs to her room,
Jean following reluctantly. Laura
laid two suitcases on the bed and
began throwing clothes into them,
careless in her hurry. Suddenly
she said. "I'll go live with you,
Jean. Maybe Bruce will come
back. If he doesn't, we'll run the
farm ourselves. At least we'll
have a root over our heads."
Laura fumbled in a bureau
drawer for her handbag. She
didn't have much money. A little
better than thirty dollars. Then
she remembered the jewel box
and crammed everything that
was in it into her purse. Nodding
at Jean, she left the room and
went down the stairs.
Madden was waiting in the
hall. He was red in the face and
embarrassed, but he made himself 
say, "You've got one choice.
Don't go out to the Yellow Cat."
Laura Knew what he meant.
"One murder leads to another,
doesn't it? I guess you'd know
better than anyone else except
Weston."
She left the house without
waiting for any more argument
from him. Once outside in the
harsh afternoon sunlight. Jean
said, "We can't go out there,
Laura. We'd be killed just the
way Ma was. Let's wait till Mr.
Regan gets back."
"I guess we'd better," Laura
said. "We'll get a room in the
hotel."
A sense of caution prompted
Laura to take the alley and go
into the hotel from the back. She
had Jean climb, the stairs that
led up from the alley door, then
she went down the hall to the
lobby and signed the register
ignoring the clerk's questioning
look. She took the key and hurried 
up the stairs, motioning for
Jean, who was waiting in the hall
to follow her. Her room over
looked 
the street. As soon as she
locked the door, she ran to the
window.
Jean came to her and put her
arm around her waist "Laura,",
she said, "I'm sorry."
"I'm sorry too," Laura said
bitterly. "If Price is killed today, 
I'm worse off than you areI'll 
never go back home."
They stood there for a time.
both girls utterly miserable, their,
eyes on the street Curly Blue
left Max Harker's store and
cruised along the sun-warped
plank walk with his bow-legged
gait.
Presently Pete Nance appeared
in the door of Mahoney's Bar,
holding back the bat wings as
he looked out upon the street. He
seemed amused and a little superior 
to everyone and everything 
in this little town where
his work had called him. He
stepped back and let the swing
doors flap shut.
"I wish we had a gun," Laura
said. Then she knew she just
couldn't stay here and let Price
ride in to be killed. I'm going
out. No matter what happens,
stay here. Keep the door locked."
She unlocked the door, waited
until she heard the key turn, then
hurried down the stairs and out
of the lobby. Curly Blue was
standing in front of the drugstore 
smoking, his appreciative
eyes on her. She hurried across
the dusty street and went into
Harker's store. She saw he was
wearing a star and carrying a
gun under his waistband.
"I want to talk to you. Max."
she said. "You've got to help
Price. Pete Nance is in town."
"I know," Harker said.
"So is Curly Blue, and he's to
bring Weston and his crew into.
town when Price shows up. Hocan't 
fight them all. Max. You've
got to help."
The cynical smile that was so
typical of Harker appeared on
his lips. "A man has an inalienable 
right to choose death if he
so chooses. Price has. I warned
him but he wouldn't listen."
"You won't help him?"
He shrugged. "You haven't
given me any reason why I
should.
She whirled put of the store,
not looking back at Barker. Now
it occurred to her that Price
might atop at her house, and she
wanted him to know where she
was.
She crossed the vacant weedcovered 
lot between the hotel and
the drugstore. A moment later
she could see her house. Two
horses were in front. One was
Price's roan. She cried out involuntarily 
and ran toward the
house.


CHAPTER 32
1957, Wayne D. Overholser From the novel published by
The  Co. Distributed by King Features Syndicate.
LAURA MADDEN went down
the long nail to her father's
study and closed the door and
leaned, against it.
She had the weird feeling that
the dark tone suited the room.
for darkness belonged to the devil,
and she was convinced that her
father had sold himself to the
devil as surely as Cole Weston
was the devil.
"I'm sorry about what I'm going 
to have to say. Laura," Madden 
said, striding back and forth
and chewing nervously on a cold
cigar. "I've been afraid it would
come to this, but I didn't want
to hurt you if I had my way, I
would give you anything in the
world I could, but some times circumstances 
force us to take steps
we don't want to take."
He paused and, removing the
cigar from his mouth, looked at
it and then replaced it, moving
in a jerky fashion as if Cole
Weston were tugging at the
strings that controlled him.
"I talked to Price about this
yesterday and he defied me, so I
have, no choice. He left town
early this morning. I presume
he's hunting for that Jarvis boy,
If he finds him and brings him
to town, then we've got more
trouble than we could dream of."
He tongued his cigar to the
other side of his mouth, "Pete
Nance is in town waiting for
Price. I understand this is personal, 
due to some difficulty they
had at the Rocking C, and was
postponed because Cole didn't
want any righting out there.
Curly Blue is in town, and 'f
Price shows up with the Jarvis
boy Blue's supposed to notify
Cole, who will come in with some
of his men. Apparently they have
reason to think that the Jarvis
boy shot and killed Red Sanders.
It's all tied in with this rustling
that's been going on for months
and which Price refused to stop."
Laura watched him, a sick foreboding 
taking hold of her. She
knew what was coming. She
wouldn't have to choose freely
between her father and Price
Regan. Her father was forcing
a single choice upon her.
"Now this is the part I hate to
say," Madden went on. "We had
a meeting of the town council
today and took the town marshal's 
job away from Price and
gave it to Max Harker. As soon
as possible, I'm going to contact
Raiph Carew and have him recall
Price, if he's still alive, which is
doubtful if he fights Pete Nance.
I told Price he wasn't going to
marry you, so don't see him. And
you'll have to get rid of the
Potter girl."
Laura stared at her father with
Utmost loathing. He seemed a
stranger to her, a man she had
never really known.
"What have you done that
Weston knows about?" she asked.
"He must have some hold on
you."
"Nothing," he said. "Don't talk
to me that way. I'm doing what
I have to do."
"No, you're not," she said
sharply. "He killed Jean's mother
and father in cold blood. And
Walt Cronin. Maybe. Bruce Jarvis. 
Maybe even Price by now.
What's happened to you that you
can stand here and take his side
and defend him in everything he's
done?"
"I'm not going to argue with
you," he said in cold fury. "Just
do what I tell you."
"I'm eighteen and I won't do
anything you tell me except leave
this house." she said in a detached 
voice. "If you, think I'll
give Price up for a minute, you're
wrong.
She whirled and opened the
door and ran out, slamming it
behind her. She went on into the
kitchen, calling. "Jean, help me
pack. We're leaving."
"Laura. I said not to—"
"Not on your account," Laura
said. "Price's."
She went upstairs to her room,
Jean following reluctantly. Laura
laid two suitcases on the bed and
began throwing clothes into them,
careless in her hurry. Suddenly
she said. "I'll go live with you,
Jean. Maybe Bruce will come
back. If he doesn't, we'll run the
farm ourselves. At least we'll
have a root over our heads."
Laura fumbled in a bureau
drawer for her handbag. She
didn't have much money. A little
better than thirty dollars. Then
she remembered the jewel box
and crammed everything that
was in it into her purse. Nodding
at Jean, she left the room and
went down the stairs.
Madden was waiting in the
hall. He was red in the face and
embarrassed, but he made himself 
say, "You've got one choice.
Don't go out to the Yellow Cat."
Laura Knew what he meant.
"One murder leads to another,
doesn't it? I guess you'd know
better than anyone else except
Weston."
She left the house without
waiting for any more argument
from him. Once outside in the
harsh afternoon sunlight. Jean
said, "We can't go out there,
Laura. We'd be killed just the
way Ma was. Let's wait till Mr.
Regan gets back."
"I guess we'd better," Laura
said. "We'll get a room in the
hotel."
A sense of caution prompted
Laura to take the alley and go
into the hotel from the back. She
had Jean climb, the stairs that
led up from the alley door, then
she went down the hall to the
lobby and signed the register
ignoring the clerk's questioning
look. She took the key and hurried 
up the stairs, motioning for
Jean, who was waiting in the hall
to follow her. Her room over
looked 
the street. As soon as she
locked the door, she ran to the
window.
Jean came to her and put her
arm around her waist "Laura,",
she said, "I'm sorry."
"I'm sorry too," Laura said
bitterly. "If Price is killed today, 
I'm worse off than you areI'll 
never go back home."
They stood there for a time.
both girls utterly miserable, their,
eyes on the street Curly Blue
left Max Harker's store and
cruised along the sun-warped
plank walk with his bow-legged
gait.
Presently Pete Nance appeared
in the door of Mahoney's Bar,
holding back the bat wings as
he looked out upon the street. He
seemed amused and a little superior 
to everyone and everything 
in this little town where
his work had called him. He
stepped back and let the swing
doors flap shut.
"I wish we had a gun," Laura
said. Then she knew she just
couldn't stay here and let Price
ride in to be killed. I'm going
out. No matter what happens,
stay here. Keep the door locked."
She unlocked the door, waited
until she heard the key turn, then
hurried down the stairs and out
of the lobby. Curly Blue was
standing in front of the drugstore 
smoking, his appreciative
eyes on her. She hurried across
the dusty street and went into
Harker's store. She saw he was
wearing a star and carrying a
gun under his waistband.
"I want to talk to you. Max."
she said. "You've got to help
Price. Pete Nance is in town."
"I know," Harker said.
"So is Curly Blue, and he's to
bring Weston and his crew into.
town when Price shows up. Hocan't 
fight them all. Max. You've
got to help."
The cynical smile that was so
typical of Harker appeared on
his lips. "A man has an inalienable 
right to choose death if he
so chooses. Price has. I warned
him but he wouldn't listen."
"You won't help him?"
He shrugged. "You haven't
given me any reason why I
should.
She whirled put of the store,
not looking back at Barker. Now
it occurred to her that Price
might atop at her house, and she
wanted him to know where she
was.
She crossed the vacant weedcovered 
lot between the hotel and
the drugstore. A moment later
she could see her house. Two
horses were in front. One was
Price's roan. She cried out involuntarily 
and ran toward the
house.


MY WEEKLY
SERMON
By
REV. BLAIR T. HUNT
PASTOR
MISSISSIPPI BLVD. CHRISTIAN CHURCH




The subject of this discourse is
based upon sentiments embedded in
the words of a sweet, lilting refrain
of a waltz tune of years ago...
an easy whistling tune:
A little girl . . .-curious . . .
begged of an old man a story.
"Why are you lonely? Why are
you sad?" she asked.
The old man unbosomed his soul.
to a mere child. He returns in
memory to the halcyon days of his
youth. He visualizes again that far
off night when to him the world
was young and when he was young
and felt that the world was his . . .
when he could say. "My only books
are women's looks.
And his sweetheart, she too was
young . . . possessed of all the
winging visions and vaulting dreams
of youth. She possessed the beauty
which men craved . . . whose petaled 
ears listened to men's sweet
nothings that set her soul on fire.
The old man heard again the
lilting song of the mocking bird
which sent its melodies to the
mantle of night with its overcast
of stars. The night was young and
the lady beautiful. Bright lights
were, flashing in the ballroom . . .
soft the music ... the setting superb. 
The backdrop was redolent
with romance.
Then enters the serpent . . . then
comes the weighing of values!
A tragedy occurs . . . after the
ball. Tears, torn hearts, jealousy.
This is so true of life, unless we
take with us the invisible Christ.
How often we are filled with remorse 
. . . After the ball."
There are many "balls in this
life. The ball of youth. . . going
down the slippery lanes lower
and lower. . . no breaks There is
the ball of selfishness which leads
to the friendless cold of an abandoned 
and cheerless old age. There
is the ball of lust which leaves us
with only the empty husks of existence 
and a mountain of griefs and
regrets There is the ball of continued 
sin which leads to the torments 
of hell . . . the wages of
sin is death ... the gift of God is
eternal life."
There is the ball of the alcoholic
indulgences which steals away the
mind and opens the flood gates of
sinful indulgences . . ..serpents will
coll themselves around your neck
. . hiss in your ears and seize
you with their fangs. You shall
have woes and wounds.
Then there is the ball to which
you may go with Jesus the Christ
as your unseen companion. Then,
and then only will "your nights be
carpets of star dust spun from a
loom ever spinning, and your days
be gold as the pollen the daffodil
hides in his mold."
"Be sure your sins will find you
out." "Whatsoever a man soweth
that shall he also reap." After the
ball is over, after the break of
morn."
Don't let it be "a-weeping and awailing 
and a gnashing of teeth"
. . but eons of eternal bliss . . .
with nothing else save, sweet memories. 

Remember, now, Jesus the Christ!

AFTER THE BALL
By
REV. BLAIR T. HUNT
PASTOR
MISSISSIPPI BLVD. CHRISTIAN CHURCH




The subject of this discourse is
based upon sentiments embedded in
the words of a sweet, lilting refrain
of a waltz tune of years ago...
an easy whistling tune:
A little girl . . .-curious . . .
begged of an old man a story.
"Why are you lonely? Why are
you sad?" she asked.
The old man unbosomed his soul.
to a mere child. He returns in
memory to the halcyon days of his
youth. He visualizes again that far
off night when to him the world
was young and when he was young
and felt that the world was his . . .
when he could say. "My only books
are women's looks.
And his sweetheart, she too was
young . . . possessed of all the
winging visions and vaulting dreams
of youth. She possessed the beauty
which men craved . . . whose petaled 
ears listened to men's sweet
nothings that set her soul on fire.
The old man heard again the
lilting song of the mocking bird
which sent its melodies to the
mantle of night with its overcast
of stars. The night was young and
the lady beautiful. Bright lights
were, flashing in the ballroom . . .
soft the music ... the setting superb. 
The backdrop was redolent
with romance.
Then enters the serpent . . . then
comes the weighing of values!
A tragedy occurs . . . after the
ball. Tears, torn hearts, jealousy.
This is so true of life, unless we
take with us the invisible Christ.
How often we are filled with remorse 
. . . After the ball."
There are many "balls in this
life. The ball of youth. . . going
down the slippery lanes lower
and lower. . . no breaks There is
the ball of selfishness which leads
to the friendless cold of an abandoned 
and cheerless old age. There
is the ball of lust which leaves us
with only the empty husks of existence 
and a mountain of griefs and
regrets There is the ball of continued 
sin which leads to the torments 
of hell . . . the wages of
sin is death ... the gift of God is
eternal life."
There is the ball of the alcoholic
indulgences which steals away the
mind and opens the flood gates of
sinful indulgences . . ..serpents will
coll themselves around your neck
. . hiss in your ears and seize
you with their fangs. You shall
have woes and wounds.
Then there is the ball to which
you may go with Jesus the Christ
as your unseen companion. Then,
and then only will "your nights be
carpets of star dust spun from a
loom ever spinning, and your days
be gold as the pollen the daffodil
hides in his mold."
"Be sure your sins will find you
out." "Whatsoever a man soweth
that shall he also reap." After the
ball is over, after the break of
morn."
Don't let it be "a-weeping and awailing 
and a gnashing of teeth"
. . but eons of eternal bliss . . .
with nothing else save, sweet memories. 

Remember, now, Jesus the Christ!

Kincaide Elected

Kincaide won over two white candidates 
seeking the same office
The Seventh District includes North
and South Carolina. Mississippi,
Tennessee, Alabama, Georgia and
Florida.
Kincaide, who is currently president 
of Wilson Packing Company,
local 270, and two other amalgamated 
locals, was elected president of
all Wilson Packing Company locals
throughout the United States, last
year.
A graduate of Douglass high
school, he is active in civic and labor 
affairs in Memphis. He is also
a Cub Master of Pack 101 of the
Boy Scouts of America.