Memphis World Memphis World Publishing Co. 1953-01-06 James H. Purdy, Jr. magic is fragile by ELSIE MACK SHE MARRIED Steve Raymond. She did not love him, but he was wealthy, and there were things she could learn from m and his friends. She watched his friends, mimicked then mannerisms, their clothes, their poise and polish. And then, when she felt she was ready at last to go back to Thurstonia, the divorce. The settlement of one hundred thousand dollars. "So I came back to Thurstonia." She closed net eyes, speaking in the same flat monotone she had used throughout the recital. "You'd think by that time I'd have forgotten the old grudge, wouldn't you? But I hadn't. It had become an obsession. And it was somehow, centered on . Oh, I knew the Irelands had adopted her. I saw it in the Thurstonia papers. I still hated all of you, but I hated Nance the most. had had everything that should have been mine. She'd been a debutante. She was an artist had nothing but a feeling of inferiority, the humiliation of Reform school, prison. I wake up in the night and see bars at the windows! I envied Nance, and I hated her. And there was a way to get even with her and hurt the rest of you, too. I— married you. "There was just one thing I didn't count on, Jeremy—falling in love with you." Jeremy stood up He didn't believe this. Even if he had believed it, it made, no difference. All he felt was deep pity for her. Poor Eve. But pity, he knew, was no substitute for what he once had felt for her. He looked down at her. This was not his wife. This was a patient, ill in body and mind. A number on a hospital door, a graph on a chart. He could regard her objectively, with the universal sympathy of his profession, and that was all. He wanted, suddenly, to be out of this room. "You don't believe me, do you?" she whispered. "Believe what?" "That I love you." He shook his head from side to side. "Jeremy, let me prove it! I'll do anything—anything as penance. I prove I love you, Jeremy. I can." "It's too late, Eve." "Doesn't everyone rate a second chance?" "No, Eve." She thought, His mother said that, too. . The same sadness, the same finality, a long time ago. She said suddenly, "You love Nance!" She did not know whether his silence was avowal or denial. Then she saw his eyes, and knew. "Why didn't you just let me die T" she demanded. "I had nothing to do with it. You're Luke Avery's patient." " would have been chief, Jeremy. If—" Harshly, he interrupted: "Don't." She subsided, shrinking back on the pillow, drawing the sheet up to her chin. "I'm sorry, Jeremy. You won't believe that, either. But I am. I'll prove it I'll let you have your freedom." She stopped She said dully, "You hate me, don't you?" "No." Hatred was too strong. Detachment, indifference, pity... She saw it in his eyes, and turned away. "Pity's not what I want." On a rainy February night when the radio palled and books were boring, Nance put on a raincoat and flat-heeled, high rubber boots, and went out. Earlier in the evening she had written to Rolph Twice since Christmas he had made the trip from New York to see her. On his last visit, a week ago, he had said, "Libby and Steve are married." Nance had looked dubious. "Is that good?" "I think so. They'll make a go of it. I think we could, too, Nance." He said, "Care to give it a try?" She hadn't said no. She'd asked for time to be sure how she felt. In her letter tonight she had told him she could not marry him. She dropped the letter in the box at the corner. A one-man woman, she thought. I've always scoffed at them in fiction and the movies. But it seems I am one. She walked toward the river, slowly, taking an almost childish pleasure in splashing through puddles. She walked along a street that led to one of the bridges. The river would be swollen with this early thaw and all the rain. Already there were floods in the west end of the town, and they'd evacuated a score of river-front dwellings. She came to the bridge. Halfway across, she stopped, placed her hands on the iron railing, looked down. Chunks of ice made white patches on the dark water. It looked cold. Nance shivered She was about to turn back, when she saw she was not alone on the bridge. On the other side, also looking down at the water, was a girl. She was standing curiously still; a graven-image stillness that was abruptly frightening. Almost without volition, Nance started toward her. And then she saw that it was Eve. She hesitated, and as Eve stood, undecided whether or not to speak, Eve moved back from the railing and resumed her walk. It was the opposite direction from that which Nance intended taking yet, without knowing why Nance followed her. It was when she saw Eve stumble and almost fall that she ran to catch up with her. "Eve! What are you doing out on a night like this?" Eve said vaguely, "Hello Nance." Nance went on, "And no rubbers! Are you out of your mind?" Bareheaded, thin coat, flimsy slippers, sloshing through water to her ankles—and only a day or two out of the hospital! Eve said nothing "I'm going to take you home," Nance said firmly. There was something helpless almost pathetic, in the way Eve allowed her arm to be taken without protest. "Does Jeremy know you're out. dressed like this?" Nance asked. "No. Jeremy is at the hospital." "You're soaked to the skin." Eve said, In a flat, dull voice. "The river looks awfully cold, doesn't it?" "Naturally, this time of year." "The other time it was Warm. I guess that's why, this lime, I lost my courage." This time, the other time... Then Nance remembered. "Eve, you weren't going to—" "Yes, I was. No one would really care. No one at all." She's ill, Nance thought. She doesn't know what she is saying. She said, soothingly, "Don't be silly, Eve." Eve laughed, suddenly. But she said nothing. Nance walked more quickly, urging Eve along. Eve leaned heavily on her. Once she said, "I'm tired." And, "I don't know why you bother. You hate me, too." Nance did not answer. The sooner she had Eye home and in bed, she decided, the better. Jeremy was not there when she look Eve in. "I'm going to help you to bed," Nance said. To Song Lee, she said, "Hang Mrs. Ireland's Coat somewhere to dry, will you, Song Lee? And then bring some hot-water bottles upstairs, please?" CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE by ELSIE MACK SHE MARRIED Steve Raymond. She did not love him, but he was wealthy, and there were things she could learn from m and his friends. She watched his friends, mimicked then mannerisms, their clothes, their poise and polish. And then, when she felt she was ready at last to go back to Thurstonia, the divorce. The settlement of one hundred thousand dollars. "So I came back to Thurstonia." She closed net eyes, speaking in the same flat monotone she had used throughout the recital. "You'd think by that time I'd have forgotten the old grudge, wouldn't you? But I hadn't. It had become an obsession. And it was somehow, centered on . Oh, I knew the Irelands had adopted her. I saw it in the Thurstonia papers. I still hated all of you, but I hated Nance the most. had had everything that should have been mine. She'd been a debutante. She was an artist had nothing but a feeling of inferiority, the humiliation of Reform school, prison. I wake up in the night and see bars at the windows! I envied Nance, and I hated her. And there was a way to get even with her and hurt the rest of you, too. I— married you. "There was just one thing I didn't count on, Jeremy—falling in love with you." Jeremy stood up He didn't believe this. Even if he had believed it, it made, no difference. All he felt was deep pity for her. Poor Eve. But pity, he knew, was no substitute for what he once had felt for her. He looked down at her. This was not his wife. This was a patient, ill in body and mind. A number on a hospital door, a graph on a chart. He could regard her objectively, with the universal sympathy of his profession, and that was all. He wanted, suddenly, to be out of this room. "You don't believe me, do you?" she whispered. "Believe what?" "That I love you." He shook his head from side to side. "Jeremy, let me prove it! I'll do anything—anything as penance. I prove I love you, Jeremy. I can." "It's too late, Eve." "Doesn't everyone rate a second chance?" "No, Eve." She thought, His mother said that, too. . The same sadness, the same finality, a long time ago. She said suddenly, "You love Nance!" She did not know whether his silence was avowal or denial. Then she saw his eyes, and knew. "Why didn't you just let me die T" she demanded. "I had nothing to do with it. You're Luke Avery's patient." " would have been chief, Jeremy. If—" Harshly, he interrupted: "Don't." She subsided, shrinking back on the pillow, drawing the sheet up to her chin. "I'm sorry, Jeremy. You won't believe that, either. But I am. I'll prove it I'll let you have your freedom." She stopped She said dully, "You hate me, don't you?" "No." Hatred was too strong. Detachment, indifference, pity... She saw it in his eyes, and turned away. "Pity's not what I want." On a rainy February night when the radio palled and books were boring, Nance put on a raincoat and flat-heeled, high rubber boots, and went out. Earlier in the evening she had written to Rolph Twice since Christmas he had made the trip from New York to see her. On his last visit, a week ago, he had said, "Libby and Steve are married." Nance had looked dubious. "Is that good?" "I think so. They'll make a go of it. I think we could, too, Nance." He said, "Care to give it a try?" She hadn't said no. She'd asked for time to be sure how she felt. In her letter tonight she had told him she could not marry him. She dropped the letter in the box at the corner. A one-man woman, she thought. I've always scoffed at them in fiction and the movies. But it seems I am one. She walked toward the river, slowly, taking an almost childish pleasure in splashing through puddles. She walked along a street that led to one of the bridges. The river would be swollen with this early thaw and all the rain. Already there were floods in the west end of the town, and they'd evacuated a score of river-front dwellings. She came to the bridge. Halfway across, she stopped, placed her hands on the iron railing, looked down. Chunks of ice made white patches on the dark water. It looked cold. Nance shivered She was about to turn back, when she saw she was not alone on the bridge. On the other side, also looking down at the water, was a girl. She was standing curiously still; a graven-image stillness that was abruptly frightening. Almost without volition, Nance started toward her. And then she saw that it was Eve. She hesitated, and as Eve stood, undecided whether or not to speak, Eve moved back from the railing and resumed her walk. It was the opposite direction from that which Nance intended taking yet, without knowing why Nance followed her. It was when she saw Eve stumble and almost fall that she ran to catch up with her. "Eve! What are you doing out on a night like this?" Eve said vaguely, "Hello Nance." Nance went on, "And no rubbers! Are you out of your mind?" Bareheaded, thin coat, flimsy slippers, sloshing through water to her ankles—and only a day or two out of the hospital! Eve said nothing "I'm going to take you home," Nance said firmly. There was something helpless almost pathetic, in the way Eve allowed her arm to be taken without protest. "Does Jeremy know you're out. dressed like this?" Nance asked. "No. Jeremy is at the hospital." "You're soaked to the skin." Eve said, In a flat, dull voice. "The river looks awfully cold, doesn't it?" "Naturally, this time of year." "The other time it was Warm. I guess that's why, this lime, I lost my courage." This time, the other time... Then Nance remembered. "Eve, you weren't going to—" "Yes, I was. No one would really care. No one at all." She's ill, Nance thought. She doesn't know what she is saying. She said, soothingly, "Don't be silly, Eve." Eve laughed, suddenly. But she said nothing. Nance walked more quickly, urging Eve along. Eve leaned heavily on her. Once she said, "I'm tired." And, "I don't know why you bother. You hate me, too." Nance did not answer. The sooner she had Eye home and in bed, she decided, the better. Jeremy was not there when she look Eve in. "I'm going to help you to bed," Nance said. To Song Lee, she said, "Hang Mrs. Ireland's Coat somewhere to dry, will you, Song Lee? And then bring some hot-water bottles upstairs, please?" Group Will Give 7-Point Plan To President-Elect A seven point plan which might be helpful in ending segregation in the District of Columbia was offered to President Truman by the local branch of the National Association for the Advancement of Colored People. The group will also present President-elect Eisenhower with a list of segregation practices in the District, and recommendations for solutions. The proposed program to end segregation was prepared by the executive committee of the NAACP as a result of the statement recently made by President Truman that he would have acted long ago to wipe segregation from the nation's capital if he thought he had the authority. This program suggested that the President appoint a District Commissioner who would not represent a continuation of the present policy of segregation. That a fair employment practices commission be established for city government employees. That the President sponsor legislation to enforce an FEPC statute in Washington. It was further recommended that plans, procedures and techniques for "eliminating every vestige" of segregation be handed over to Presidentelect Eisenhower. "Suitable procedures" should be established to safeguard civil liberties and the general welfare of all Washington residents," said the report. It further urged the President to formulate "specific measures" to end segregation immediately. It suggested that the administration cooperate with the Negro medical society in the District in its campaign to end segregation in the local voluntary hospitals. Have Your Watch Fixed Movement Completely Reconditioned Including All Necessary New Parts $5 EXCEPT CHRONOGRAPHS AND AUTOMATICS Chas. C. Owens MEMPHIS FRIENDLIEST AND FASTEST GROWING JEWELER 44 South Main St. ALL WORK GUARANTEED FOR ONE YEAR JOHNSON'S PRINTERY PRINTERS LITHOGRAPHERS BOOK BINDERS 220 HERNANDO ST. PHONES 37-1574-5 Quick Topping For Fruit Cake With a fruit cake in the house you have perfect holiday dessert fare right at your finger tips, to serve as is, or with a quick topping that complements its mellow richness. Favorite toppings for fruit cake are whipped cream and whipped cream cheese. Spoon generously over hearty wedges of fruit cake for after dinner dessert and guest entertainment. To vary the toppings favor with fruit juices, add chopped fruit or chopped nuts. Fruit cakes that take best to toppings are the old English type. These cakes, made with butter from a pound cake batter, are rich with nuts and fruits. You'll find them in holiday tins at your grocer's ready-to-eat cake department. Convention High Lights MORE THAN 4,000 delegates, visitors, grand officers and a large representation of Cleveland citizens met in Public Hall, Cleveland for the first Assembly of the Council of Human Rights. ONE OF THE HIGHLIGHTS of the program was the awarding of a plaque to Pres., Harry S. Truman for his forthright contribution to human rights and equality for all mankind. The plaque was, accepted by Secretary of Interior, the Honorable Oscar L. Chapman, who was introduced by James A. Scott, president of the Council. * * * * * IN EXPRESSING APPRECIATION for the plaque that was inscribed "In grateful recognition" in behalf of civil rights, Mr. Chapman said "this is not a campaign that will quickly be over. It will have to be continued for a long time because these human rights, with which we are so deeply concerned rest upon an abstraction which a busy and uncertain world, threatened with all manner of difficulties often finds it easy to lose sight of." * * * * * DELTAS HIT the thousand mark at their 22nd National Convention which was held at the Hollendon Hotel. It was a grand welcome for their president, Dorothy L. Height who flew in from India where she has served since September as visiting lecturer at the Delhi School of Social Work having been loaned by the aNtional Staff of YWCA. Miss Height has made a significant contribution as a youth leader for the Third World Youth Movement at Travencor. * * * * * DELTA HIGHLIGHTS included the Housing Kick-off by Daisy E. Lampkin director of Delta Headquarters Campaign who made an enthusiastic report on the future Delta House in Washington D. C.; "India Today", by Dorothy Height at the Delta Banquet given in the palatial Hollendon Ballroom, the Job Opportunity Project film at the luncheon meeting; the unamimous vote for Miss Height to continue as grand president; interesting workshops; the honorary memberships to extend to Majorie Penny outstanding social worker of Philadelphia; and to Mary Elizabeth Cunningham Vroman author of "See How They Run" who flew in for acceptance. We had a most interesting chat with her at luncheon. SIGMA GAMMA RHOS also at the Hollendon heard their thirty years of progress by the Grand Basileus Sallie N. Edwards. Their honorary member was Dr. Alma Illery, president of National Achievements Clubs of America and promoter of National Carver Day. Edna M. Douglas of Little Rock, who was the first school teacher to receive the Ford Foundation scholarship to Columbia University, 1952-53, gave a short resume of her efforts to get the scholarship. * * * * * ALPHA PHI ALPHAS in their 38th Annual convention, whose president is Maceo Smith of Dallas, Texas, introduced the keynote speaker. Dr. Felton Clark, president of Southern University, Baton Rouge, La. Seven hundred were in attendance. Five regional vice prexies were introduced included were Jacob R. Henderson, Southern, Atlanta; W. Byron, Rumford, Far West; Walter M. Booker, Eastern; W. Alexander Smith, Midwest and Floyd H. Williams, Southwest. * * * * * AKA'S WERE 700 in number at their National Convention with headquarters in the Hotel Alerton with Laura Lovelace of Cincinnati as Supreme Basileus. Former, national prexies presented to the group included Mrs. Bobbie Scott of Washington, D. C.; Mrs. Margaret Davis Bowen of Atlanta; Miss L. Pearl Mitchell of Cleveland, O.; Mrs. Edna Over Grey of Baltimore and Mrs. Maude Brown Proter of Louisville. * * * * * AKA REPORTS were heard from Mrs. Lucile Scott, Atlanta, editor of the National organ; and Mrs. Carolyn Blanton, national secretary. The feature of their convention was the presentation of the sorority crest to the national headquarters in Chicago to the national president and the Great Lakes Regional Director, Mrs. Fanette Norris of Detroit. * * * * * DELEGATES WERE ENSCONCED in the Hollendon, Alterton, Statler, Carter and the Cleveland Hotels which are situated in the heart of downtown Cleveland. All of the facilities of these elegant and well-facilitated hostelries were at the delegates command. With the many thousands that were in attendance with visitors, wives and husbands included, there was room for all. * * * * * THE MANAGEMENT Hollendon lobby proved to be quite a popular spot and many were reunited with friends whom they had not seen since college days. Some noted and with whom we chatted were Vincent T. Tubbs of the Afro; Mr. and Mrs. Frank Stanley, he is..... it 4M the Louisville Defender; Ernestine Anthony Lipscomb of Jackson, Miss., where he is with the Coca Cola company; spotted in the crowd was Thurgood Marshall; we were surprised to see Yvonne South all (Bonny), over from her hometown. She is a Clark coed; Atty. Russell Carter, husband of Esther Scott Carter, sent greetings to the family and Atlanta friends; Moss K. Kendrick, who spoke to the Deltas; there were Jim Reid and his wife from Phenix, Arizona, where Jim is in the Air Force; our roommate, Earline Christopher from Tyler, Texas who once lived in Atlanta with her husband; Ray Ware from Athens: it was a hello to the I. J. Burneys and Michaels from Atlanta who came over to the Hollendon and garbs of others whome we had seen at previous conventions. ARC'S Jesse O Thomas was spotted in the lobby; Atlanta Life's Charles W. Green; we chatted with Dr. B. F. Bullock, Jr., of Atlanta who is practicing denistry in Buffalo, New York. * * * * * FROM BIRMINGHAM WERE Gladys Hawkins, Wilda Jackson, Sarah Girham, Charline Cannon, Mattie Scott and Marguerite Stewart: Geraldine Scott from Phenix City, Alabama; Yvonne Abel, Bra denton, Florida. * * * * * FROM MEMPHIS WERE Othella Shannon, Alice Gilchrist, Nelle Rhoulac, Vivian White, Johnetta Walker, Marian Johns, Jewel Gentry, society columnist of the Memphis World; Ethel Perkins, Grace Young, Jewel Adams, Helen Waterford, Bernice Calloway, J. H. Roland, Hazel Powell and Utoka Quarles. OTHERS WERE Gloria Thomas, Atlanta; Samuella Gray, Augusta, Georgia; Gwendolyn Ball, Aiken, S. C.; Leah Skipper Greene, Savannah, Georgia, Camilla Weems, Savannah and Dorothy Taylor. Included were others from Atlanta that we have mentioned in previous columns. * * * * * FROM KANSAS WERE Delores and Jack Bewley, who graduated from the Atlanta School of Social Work and sent greetings to many Atlantans. Jack heads recreation in Kansas. * * * * * OTHERS WERE B. A. Jones, who received his masters at Atlanta U. and now is an instructor at an upstate university... We were delighted to see Yvonne Southall, Clark co-ed and niece of Mrs. W. A. Scott, Sr., who came over from her home in East Liverpool, Ohio, for the dance... James Patrick of Atlanta who motored with his wife, Dovie, and their youngsters, who stopped in Nashville for social activities there. Dovie also went over to Chattanooga. Pat took in Detroit and Cleveland. * * * * * ALTHOUGH THE CONVENTION was held jointly to add impetus to the cause of human rights for all, it was not without glitter and glamor. During the morning and afternoon sessions, the feminine contingent was attired most charmingly and in exquisite taste. In the evening the swank lobbies took on a different tone. Ball gowns of sequins, beads, nets, and taffetas made for supreme beauty. * * * * * THE MALE CONTINGENT (many of them) came out in silk top hats, white gloves and canes to compliment "tucks and tails." There was no need at the Hollendon to step out of the hotels for anything other than public meetings or to see friends. There were haberdashery and bars for men; an exclusive dress shop; and a flower shop for women; a drug store, the exclusive Flemish room for fine foods, the Vogue Room for entertainments and many other. FELIX THE CAT By Sullivan HERE'S MY CHANCE! MY HOLES! THEY'RE GONE! I'LL FIND OUT WHO HOOKD THEM! I KNEW IT! GAME T AME TODAY GOSH! A GAME — THIS I MUST SEE! A HOLE COMES IN HANDY HERE! HAND OVER DEAM HOLES! LOUIE LOOT IS OUT FOR NO GOOD! I'LL PUT DESE HOLES IN DE BANK WALL, REACH IN AND GRAB DE LOOT! DEY GOT ME Dairy Farms U. S. Asset "With a yearly output valued at around 8 billion dollars the U. S. dairy industry is one of the country's most important economic assets," according to the American Dairy Association. "The dairy industry has a tremendous influence upon the U. S. economy. "The dairy industry is one of wide ramifications based on a system of production, collection, transportation and distribution which improves the health and economic welfare of every community. "It is estimated that 10 million people are dependent upon the dairy industry for their livelihood, including those in allied industries and their families. "With some 190,000 trucks used daily in delivering milk and its products from farms to plants and from plants to consumers, dairying requires more motor vehicles than any other commodity. "To process milk which is a highly perishable product, the plants use extensive mechanical equipment with installations of receiving, pasteurizing, bottling, refrigerating and other machinery. In addition specialized machinery must be used in making butter, cheese, ice cream and the many products in which milk is used. On the farms milking and other machines are being increasingly, used to combat labor shortages, and save man hours. "Dairying is basically, a cash industry which means that milk is the life-line of commerce in thousands of communities. The dairy farmer is paid for his milk monthly or more frequently. It is milk money that keeps the cash registers going in retail stores and money from milk keeps the school busses running. "Too few people are familiar with the tremendous economic importance of the dairy industry and the solid foundation it supplies to our free nation with a product of which the U. S. Public Health Service says 'of all the foods none is more important than milk.'" Editor Searles In Hospital Editor A. C. Searles of the South west Georgian was admitted to the Albany City Hospital Thursday afternon to undergo treatment for bronichal pneumonia. The popular young Albany Editor has been ailing for several weeks and was being treated at home. Sources close to the family say his condition is not considered serious and he is expected to be back at his desk next week. Mrs. Sylvia Lambert of Miami and Miss Alice Searles who was visiting her sister in Miami both rushed home to be at the bedside of their brother. Mr. R. C. Lambert accompanied Mrs. Lambert to Albany. EATING UP The average American is eating 12 percent more food now than he did in pre-war years and furthermore, he is indulging his taste for more expensive kinds of goods according to Dr. Frederick V. Waugh, agricultural economist. He says the average American now eats fewer potatoes and grain products but more meats, citrus fruits, tomatoes, leafy greens and yellow vegetables. FACTS AND FUN Muriel Smith recently revealed a sure fire method of handling an over-zealous escort. "On the way home,' she said, "I always say, "Let's walk. I' much too tired to ride in a taxi with you.' A busy doctor entered a strange restaurant and seated himself at one of the tables. A waitress approached, menu in hand, and said: "I have stewed kidneys, boiled tongues, fried liver, and pig's feet." "Don't tell me your troubles now," snapped the doctor. "Office hours are from one to two.' Over three hundred employees, both Negro and white, were gathered about a large banquet table, there to Pay tribute to the company's president. The master of ceremonies proved to be a pompous fellow in love with his own voice. After reciting the president's exploits for a full hour, he ended with: "This far-seeing pioneer not only foresaw the public's need and produced the finest merchandise ever presented in this country, but he founded this great company which is a guiding, light of the community, the hope of youth, the salvation of the aged. And, our president, ladies and gentlemen, wedded labor and capital into one. He foresaw the depression and the recession and made provision to meet them head on. And now he leaves us this rich heritage." From very near the master of ceremonies, came a voice saying, "And on the seventh day He rested." There is nothing new under the sun. So it has been proclaimed by the wise, but most of moderns believe that ours is the day of the new, and that surely the ancients did not know of the things we know today. But can we be sure? For example, the science of airconditioning is thought to have only been perfected in the last 20 years. Yet, Just this year, archeologists digging in Iraq discovered ruins which the walls of one room ducts to allow air to circulatefreely. In niches let into the walls stood water containers, thus insuring a supply of cool, fresh air. A young wife had been taking singing lessons without letting her husband know. Finally, as is the case with women, she could not hold her secret any longer. Guiding, her mate across the room, she sat down at the piano and began playing and singing. The husband listened silently, but thoughtfully. "Aren't you surprised?" she asked when she finished. "How did you like It?" "It's all right," replied the hus band, "but personally I prefer music." "If you had ten pennies," said a teacher to a gambler's child, "and you lost five, how many would you have left?' "How can I lose five?" asked the kid. A domineering lawyer demanded that a witness answer a certain question either yes or no. "I can't do that," said the witness. The lawyer turned florid and thundered, "Any question can be answered yes or no!" The witness' face wrinkled up in thought as he considered. Then he restorted, "If that's so, you answer this: Do you still think you're going to make a monkey out of this here court?" How about this: A Texas manufacturer has placed on the market - of all things - a talking chair. Imagine. You sit down on this contraption and it either begins talking to you, or it begins to play music. I can almost see the reaction of a nervous guest coming into the house, sitting down in this chair, and hearing music that seemingly comes from the seat of the pants. Some experience. Don't ask me where it happened, but the story is that a group of scientists was gathered about a table discussing the progress of their latest works. One of them stated: "It has been my theory that eating was an acquired habit — the same as smoking or drinking liquor." "Interesting', exclaimed another scientist. "Have you done any research to verify your belief?" "As a matter of fact, yes," a swered the first scientist, "I experimented with my wife, giving her smaller and smaller quantities of food every day. Unfortunately, just as I had accustomed her to live without food, she died. Because he was real hep, he smiled at her and declared, "I would leave you a tip, but I understand that they are forbidden here." She was just as hep as he was and answered, "Bless you soul, so was the apple in the Garden of Eden." Soothes Protects Relieves Scalds-ChafeSimple CutsScrapes - Dry Nostrils Minor Skin Irritations MOROLINE WORLD'S LARGEST SELLING PETROLEUM JELLY AT 10¢ MOROLINE BURNS Scalds-ChafeSimple CutsScrapes - Dry Nostrils Minor Skin Irritations MOROLINE WORLD'S LARGEST SELLING PETROLEUM JELLY AT 10¢ MOROLINE CHOIR ROBES Will Visit Church And Show Samples No Obligation. Hartley Garment Co. CALL OR WRITE John Sadler 1853 Foster Ph. 7-0918-J MEMPHIS, TENN. Gifts were placed under Christmas Tree and decorations of Christmas setttings. Each guest received petite stockings filled with candles and novelties. They, also enjoyed a repast which included ice cream and cake. Among guests present were: Mile Wells, sister of honoree, Marvin Carolyn, Joyce, Robert, Sandra and Patricia Wells, Marion Pegues, Barbara Hall, Vance Jr. and Walter Thompson. Annie Flagg Billie Jones, Raymond, Barbara and Kathy Wells, Delores Robinson Delores Hightower. Olleta received many lovely gifts. Personal Margaret Sims, wife of Irving Miller, spent the holidays visiting her mother, Mrs. Katie Sims of Los Angeles. After a 2-months stay, Mrs. Miller will rejoin her illustrious husband wherever the show will be appearing.