Memphis World
Memphis World Publishing Co.
1956-08-22
Raymond F. Tisby

MEMPHIS WORLD
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Thusly, An Era Comes To A Close
Beginning with the era of Roosevelt and continuing on
through and after Truman, there was a noticeable drift of Negro
adherents from the Republican Party into the ranks of the Democrats. 

The breakdown of an economic order with those ramifications 
of new ideas and changed customs inevitably following,
there would naturally be a tendency to inquire into the impending 
relations and political beings of the whole people.
The response was but natural. The time had come when
first things meant first. In that, moorings were cut loose and traditions 
thrown to the winds.
That was the advent of an economic and political revolution,
because before this period it was almost nationally, a piece of
sacrilege for Negroes to declare themselves Democrats.
The Republican Party to them, having initiated their citizenship, 
apparently was their political heritage. It was upon this
evaluation that Fred Douglass, great abolitionist lecturer, exclaimed 
on more than one occasion: "The Republican Party is the ship;
all else is the sea."
The Roosevelt New Deal was born of a crisis in all its economic 
perspection involved every creeping manner of consumers
in existence. In that, party brands and moral slogans faded
into thin air before those who for stomach sake, must lose sight
of those superficial ideologies for bread.
It followed that in his first bid for the presidency in his
own right, that the Negro adherents that came over to the party,
under Roosevelt persisted that faith under Truman and had a
great part in the naming of Truman as President of the United
States.
Many of this constituency persisted this consistency by standing 
with Governor Stevenson in his illfated race of 1952. That
segment was represented in the bold bid of Governor W. Averall
Harriman for the recent nomination given to Governor Adlai
Stevenson. Former President Truman was one of the conspicious
backers of Gov. Harriman, who himself insisted a strong Civil
Rights plank.
That Chicago Compromise, a watered down platform, with
the nomination given to Gov. Stevenson, himself a "moderate"
over Governor Harriman, would spell out that there no longer
exist those cardinal principles of liberal policies in the offing
by which the Negro went into and insisted faith in the Democratic
leadership of Roosevelt and Truman.
The Democratic national leadership - by these tokens definitely 
allowed the reins of what held its Negro adherents in the
party, to slip; it compromised away much of what led this vote
into its camps, thereby relinquishing any claim held on this important 
vote-balance, which might be instrumental in the naming 
of the next President of the United States.
So, at Chicago, an era came definitely to an end. From
here, because of the aforesaid contentions, might be expected a
shift of those who no longer would be willing to settle for less
than what they paid.
After the induction of the Supreme Court decision on segregation 
into the issues, the drafters of the platform had no other
option than declaring unequivocally a token of confidence for
the court, although unnecessary for the prestige of its decision.
History may spell out for the records the grave misfortune
of a strategy in which was left no other option than the one
exercised in such a dangerous gamble to salvage what was left
in party expediency.
In that the party may have settled for defeat in the coming
election and the loss of an enviable vote-balance; nevertheless it
made the choice and must now sit down at the table of consequences. 

Definitely, an era comes to an end.

The Republican National Convention
Comes Into Focus
According to its treasured tradition and in keeping with the
evenness of a keel of "up with all men and down with none"
the Republican delegates begin the long trek west to the setting
of their National convention.
For many moons that event has been taking shape. It has
attracted wide attention and now with the nomination of Former
Gov. Adlai Stevenson, whom the Republicans buried under a
heavy avalanche of votes, some four years ago, the event takes
on a lively interest.
In quite a departure from the Chicago drama which marked
Mr. Truman on one side with Mrs. Eleanor Roosevelt on the other,
the GOP comes into camp with no bitter quarrel, no loose compromises 
to effect over any issue including Civil Rights.
The little rumble around Vice Pres. Nixon died long before
the setting of the convention. Those who persisted their faith saw
nothing on the campaign front but an attempt to put the health
of the President into the fracas.
Such a practice was so widely frowned upon that little has
been heard from it since.
Apparently those who banked upon such an issue find themselves 
too late to whip up one that will now stand up in the face
of an administration that must through the year's be reckoned
with.
President Eisenhower stands upon a record of achievement;
it has effected a program of Civil Rights and hardly any friend
of good government will be willing now to swap effective realities
for weak promises.
The Republican National Convention will throw upon the
screen the golden age of Eisenhower. That great leader will be its
focal rallying point as it sits at the table of history.

BETWEEN THE LINES
The survival of the Israelites in
Egypt was not more remarkable
than the survival of the Negro in
America. The Negro that survived
the Old South has made a great
achievement, the historical importance 
of which cannot be gainsaid. 
Not only has the Negro survived 
the old South but is bidding 
for his place in the south with
such ferver and vigor that he has
attracted the attention and won
the admiration of mankind—thanks
to a determined and enlightened
Negro press. The Negro is currently 
battering at the gates of
the Promised Land of first-rate
citizenship.

Mr. Siggins raises here an important 
question and one that I
feel that I can answer by reason
of a life-long study of race relation
and because of having been a
teacher of Negro youth for 50
years and because of having dealt
with thousands of whites in the
course of lectures and addresses
in the various gatherings and in
some of the finest, white universities 
of this country, including
Columbia and Princeton
urges all registered voters to execise 
their sacred franchise at the
polls on September 12th and November 
5th.
A democracy is no stronger than
its electorate.
METROPOLITAN VOTING COUNCIL,
Sidney 
Hakins, Chairman.

BOUND FOR THE PROMISED
LAND
The survival of the Israelites in
Egypt was not more remarkable
than the survival of the Negro in
America. The Negro that survived
the Old South has made a great
achievement, the historical importance 
of which cannot be gainsaid. 
Not only has the Negro survived 
the old South but is bidding 
for his place in the south with
such ferver and vigor that he has
attracted the attention and won
the admiration of mankind—thanks
to a determined and enlightened
Negro press. The Negro is currently 
battering at the gates of
the Promised Land of first-rate
citizenship.

Mr. Siggins raises here an important 
question and one that I
feel that I can answer by reason
of a life-long study of race relation
and because of having been a
teacher of Negro youth for 50
years and because of having dealt
with thousands of whites in the
course of lectures and addresses
in the various gatherings and in
some of the finest, white universities 
of this country, including
Columbia and Princeton
urges all registered voters to execise 
their sacred franchise at the
polls on September 12th and November 
5th.
A democracy is no stronger than
its electorate.
METROPOLITAN VOTING COUNCIL,
Sidney 
Hakins, Chairman.

MY WEEKLY
SERMON
REV. BLAIR T. HUNT,
PASTOR
MISSISSIPPI BLVD. CHRISTIAN
CHURCH, MEMPHIS
Do we have a heart; Do we care;
Do we share?
Let us have a compassionate
heart, and bear another's burden.
If we are compassionate, we bear,
we suffer, we are moved to sorrow
and pity because of the misfortunes
and sufferings of others. If we are
compassionate we "rejoice with
them that do rejoice and weep with
them that weep."
Jesus the Christ was moved with
compassion. He went through the
cities and villages teaching and
healing every sickness and every
disease because he was moved with
compassion. Jesus saw two blind
men sitting by the way-side. They
cried "Have Mercy On Us Oh
Lord!" Moved with compassion
when we see the blind with white
canes tapping the side walk trying
to find their way? Thank God for
eye sight. We can see, We can see,
the beauties of God's World, we
can see the faces of our loved ones.
There came a leper to Jesus.
Kneeling down to Jesus the Leaper
said, "If thou wilt, thou canst make
me clean." Jesus with compassion
touched him..And he was cleaned. 
Thank God for health, for wholeness 
and soundness of body and
mind.
For the bereaved Jesus of compassion........Jesus 
beheld a
funeral...A dead man the only
son of a widow. Jesus, moved with

compassion, touched the coffin and
restored life to the young man and
a son to a mother. Thank God for
the chance to live to be alive to
breathe God's air, to walk to talk
Just to be alive.
Jesus looked at the multitude and
saw hungry human beings. He had
compassion on them and fed them.
Yes, let us thank God for food, for
being able to earn our daily bread
by the sweat of our brow.
Jesus had compassion on people..
On us. We know it was for us, the
care of our souls, that he premitted
himself to be hounded, persecuted
and railroaded to the cross as public 
enemy number one. The heartbreaks 
of people became the heartbreaks 
of Jesus.
Like wise a Christian is one of
a compassionate heart. There is
an "otherness" about a Christian.
A Christian sees cares, shares physiology 
teaches man's heart is on
the left side of his body, but religion 
teacher man's spiritual heart
is on his right side. Let us search
ourselves and locate our heart. May
we find our spiritual heart on the
right side. If our heart is on the
right side we will see people, see
beneath the surface of their black,
white or brown skin. We will see
beneath the surface and have a
love, a concern for all people. This
concern, this love, this compassion
will move us to be ministers to
humanity. The world is needing and
hungering for your ministry. Remember 
"where ever there is a
human need there is a divine call."

A COMPASSIONATE HEART
Text: "Bear ye one another bur-
den." Galatian 6:2.
REV. BLAIR T. HUNT,
PASTOR
MISSISSIPPI BLVD. CHRISTIAN
CHURCH, MEMPHIS
Do we have a heart; Do we care;
Do we share?
Let us have a compassionate
heart, and bear another's burden.
If we are compassionate, we bear,
we suffer, we are moved to sorrow
and pity because of the misfortunes
and sufferings of others. If we are
compassionate we "rejoice with
them that do rejoice and weep with
them that weep."
Jesus the Christ was moved with
compassion. He went through the
cities and villages teaching and
healing every sickness and every
disease because he was moved with
compassion. Jesus saw two blind
men sitting by the way-side. They
cried "Have Mercy On Us Oh
Lord!" Moved with compassion
when we see the blind with white
canes tapping the side walk trying
to find their way? Thank God for
eye sight. We can see, We can see,
the beauties of God's World, we
can see the faces of our loved ones.
There came a leper to Jesus.
Kneeling down to Jesus the Leaper
said, "If thou wilt, thou canst make
me clean." Jesus with compassion
touched him..And he was cleaned. 
Thank God for health, for wholeness 
and soundness of body and
mind.
For the bereaved Jesus of compassion........Jesus 
beheld a
funeral...A dead man the only
son of a widow. Jesus, moved with

compassion, touched the coffin and
restored life to the young man and
a son to a mother. Thank God for
the chance to live to be alive to
breathe God's air, to walk to talk
Just to be alive.
Jesus looked at the multitude and
saw hungry human beings. He had
compassion on them and fed them.
Yes, let us thank God for food, for
being able to earn our daily bread
by the sweat of our brow.
Jesus had compassion on people..
On us. We know it was for us, the
care of our souls, that he premitted
himself to be hounded, persecuted
and railroaded to the cross as public 
enemy number one. The heartbreaks 
of people became the heartbreaks 
of Jesus.
Like wise a Christian is one of
a compassionate heart. There is
an "otherness" about a Christian.
A Christian sees cares, shares physiology 
teaches man's heart is on
the left side of his body, but religion 
teacher man's spiritual heart
is on his right side. Let us search
ourselves and locate our heart. May
we find our spiritual heart on the
right side. If our heart is on the
right side we will see people, see
beneath the surface of their black,
white or brown skin. We will see
beneath the surface and have a
love, a concern for all people. This
concern, this love, this compassion
will move us to be ministers to
humanity. The world is needing and
hungering for your ministry. Remember 
"where ever there is a
human need there is a divine call."

Sees GOP Facing

cratic platform?" Bush was asked.
"I am not too closely informed on
what they (the Democrats) said,"
Bush replied, "but my judgment is
that our proclamation on the civil
rights issue will have a wide appeal,
including the colored voters of the
country."
Asked whether he believed the
Republicans civil rights plank would
be stronger, Bush said he was not
going to compare the two. "I like
ours better," he said. "There will
be no trouble in interpreting what
we say."
He added that the Republican
civil rights plank will be "a forthright 
statement of where we stand
on the Supreme Court decision. It
is the law of the land of course
we are going to back."
As a result, he said he did not
know whether the Republicans will
lose any votes in the South, but
he did not think so.
"I think this plank will appeal
to all fairminded people as a resonable 
statement on this very
simple issue," Bush said.
The Connecticut Senator also
said he did not think there is "any
similarity of language" between the
Republican civil rights plank and
that of the Democrats on the issue
if the use of force to carry out the
desegregation decision.
The Democratic platform "rejected" 
the use of force to interfere
with the orderly implementation of
the decision.

Dr. Blair Jr.

chiatric social worker with all of
the leading papers and magazines
carrying pictures and stories on
the ties of the two prominent
families According to Prof. Hunt,
who is also a writer and a member 
of the Memphis World Staff,
Dr. Hunt was happiest when working 
in psychiatry, a-field that he
had great desire to master.
Prof. Hunt went immediately to

Boston on Thursday after a call
from another son, Atty. Hunt ....
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Saturday morning, in Boston.

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Letter To The Editor
Points To Importance
Of Every Single Vote
To the World Editor:
Too often we hear the expression
"What good will my one vote do?"
The following facts will be of
interest to your readers:
Thomas Jefferson was elected
President by one vote in the
electoral college. So were John
Quincy Adams and Rutherford B.
Hayes. Jefferson's opponent? A
man named Aaron Burr!
The Congressman who cast the
deciding vote and that by a citizen 
who, though desperately ill,
insisted upon voting.
Just one vote gave statehood to
California, Idaho, Oregon, Texas
and Washington. Today the millions 
living in those states are
Americans by just one vote.
President Andrew Johnson, who
favored a policy of leniency toward 
the southern states following
the War Between the States, was
saved from impeachment by one
vote in the United States Senate.
The Draft Extension Act was
passed by a majority of one vote
just two weeks before December
7, 1941. Had that vote been reversed, 
America would have been imbobilized 
when the Japanese struck
at pearl Harbor, and the outcome
of the war might have been disastrous. 


Negro Officer
Cop Of Month
Patrolman
Nathan Stewart, 31, was named
"Cop of the Month," by the Boston
Record-American-Sunday Advertiser 
in its "Policeman-of-theMonth 
award for July.
The Roxbury police officer won
the award for disarming a white
gunman a few minutes after a
South End holdup of a liquor
store last month. Father of six
children, he was presented a check
for $100 and an engraved citation
signed by Police Commissioner
Thomas F. Sullivan and Harold G.
Kern, general manager. Hearet
newspapers and publisher of the
Record-American-Sunday advertiser. 


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Local Officer
Gets His Man
Relentless detective work on the
part of a member of his department 
has finally paid off in a suspect 
being apprehended, Capt. H.
S. Bivens of the Hit-Run Squad reperiod 
last weekend.
Charged with leaving the scene
of an accident is Charles Jones, 844
Baltimore, who was arrested by officer 
A. L. Phifer. Both are city
and state charges with an additional 
count of reckless driving being
studied.
According to Officer Phifer, on
June 18, 1955, Jones, vehicle collided 
with a parked car at Joubert and
Castrex, and he Jones then fled
from the scene on foot.
Jones identity, Phifer went on to
report, was received from the owner 
of the truck. From then on, Jones
began going from place to place, always 
being one "jump" ahead of the
police, the report further states. The
report also alleges he once left
town for two months.
Last week, Phifer stated, he received 
a "tip" that ones was living
at a certain address and his place
of employment was also given.
Arriving home at 3 a. m. last week
end, Jones was apprehended by the
authorities who had been keeping
the place under surveillance.
Jones will be arraigned on Sept.
8, Phifer said. He is also alleged to
have "confessed" the hit run accident. 


Hit Run Suspect
Nabbed After Year
Relentless detective work on the
part of a member of his department 
has finally paid off in a suspect 
being apprehended, Capt. H.
S. Bivens of the Hit-Run Squad reperiod 
last weekend.
Charged with leaving the scene
of an accident is Charles Jones, 844
Baltimore, who was arrested by officer 
A. L. Phifer. Both are city
and state charges with an additional 
count of reckless driving being
studied.
According to Officer Phifer, on
June 18, 1955, Jones, vehicle collided 
with a parked car at Joubert and
Castrex, and he Jones then fled
from the scene on foot.
Jones identity, Phifer went on to
report, was received from the owner 
of the truck. From then on, Jones
began going from place to place, always 
being one "jump" ahead of the
police, the report further states. The
report also alleges he once left
town for two months.
Last week, Phifer stated, he received 
a "tip" that ones was living
at a certain address and his place
of employment was also given.
Arriving home at 3 a. m. last week
end, Jones was apprehended by the
authorities who had been keeping
the place under surveillance.
Jones will be arraigned on Sept.
8, Phifer said. He is also alleged to
have "confessed" the hit run accident. 


Know Your
Library
BY MAUDDEAN SEWARD

Most of your lifetime is spent
in the family – first as a child in
the parental home and then as
a husband or wife, a father or mother 
in a home of your own. School
is only a short part of your lifetime 
but most of you have lifelong
family relations.
The family is a kinship group:
there are ties of blood. There are
also the bonds of sentiment and of
tradition. To succeed in family relations 
is to court the greatest happiness 
man knows; to fail is to
invite misery and despair.
Men canot live without the family. 
The infant, one of the most
helpless of all creatures at birth,
is dependent on the solicitous care
of protective parents for many years
if he is to live and develop. This
requires the family. It always will
Yet we all recognize that it is
not smooth sailing for the modern
family. The family, too, has its
problems in a world of change. We
need to consider seriiusly the
sources of difficulties in the family
and to build a more secure foundation 
for it.
Please call to day for your copy
"Your Marriage and Family Living" 
at the Vance Avenue Branch
of the Cossitt Library.

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ENCHANTED HARBOR
By DOROTHY WORLEY
 1956, by Dorothy Worley, Reprinted by permission of the publisher, Avalon Books,
Distributed by King Features Syndicate.
Priscilla Paige is a bored with her
job in a New York office yet doesn't
want to get married. An opportunity
to escape presents itself in a trip to
Apalachicola, Florida, to settle the
estate left unexpectedly to her by a
great-aunt. Priscilla's friend-older,
wiser Rita Lambert-drives with her
to claim the mysterious mansion.
Lookout House, which is rumoured
haunted and has a secret passage.
They decide to keep the purpose of
their visit to themselves because
three strange men seem curiously interested. 
They are Bill Duval, who
says he is a writer; Red Gallagher,
a fisherman, and Luis Alvarez, a
wealthy yachtsman. Rita finds $500
in brand-new bills on the floor of the
house, and Attorney Todd tells her
and Priscilla that Alvarez is interested 
in buying the estate. The girls
rent a cottage convenient to the house
and now, a new character enters our
story.
PEGGY POMEROY lay in the
faded old hammock, moving
it slowly by one foot barely
touching the floor. Her hands
were locked behind her head. She
lazily watched white clouds moving 
against the deep azure sky.
Peggy had a sense of well-being, 
like a contented, well-fed kitten. 
Peggy felt that way most of
the time, being the only child of
doting parents, the only grandchild 
of doting grandparents. She
hadn't a care in the world, especially 
on this fine, crisp November 
morning. This was the first
November she had been at home
in four years.
Her folks had wanted her to go
North to school, saying that she
should learn about different customs 
and different people, so four
snowy winters had been spent at
Northwestern. It had all been
thrilling. She had liked the snows,
as a temporary thing of course,
and she had learned to ice-skate,
but all during those long winters, 
particularly during the very
cold weather, her thoughts had
strayed to such a day as this, to
the quiet little moss-hung town
that was home. To the friendly
people, the unhurriedness of life.
Now she was at home and she
could stay here forever. She
could marry Pete if she wanted
to. Of course, Pete didn't make
a lot of money. He was satisfied
with his job of forest ranger and
dabbling in real estate. He had
studied forestry in college and
had come home and settled down.
If she married him, life could go
on smoothly. His family, like hers,
had their roots in Apalachicola
history. Pete was easygoing,
good-natured, contented, if just
a little unambitious. He hadn't
really come right out and asked
her to marry him, but he would.
He had never paid much attention 
to any other girl.
Or she could marry Dick, Dr.

Richard Devereaux. He had been
in Apalachicola only two years,
but he was her sort of folks. He
was from Tallahassee. She had
met him at the Harbor Day dance
two years ago. She had flown
down each year for Harbor Day.
A native Apalachicolian just did
not miss Harbor Day if it could
be helped.
Dick hadn't asked her to marry 
him, either, but he would if
she wanted him to. She was in
no hurry to get married. She
wanted at least one lazy winter
at home. Nothing to do but lie
in the hammock in the good hot
sun, ride in her convertible, with
the sun pouring over her, and
think of marriage as something
that was waiting for her when
she was ready for it. She could
anticipate no better future than
settling down in Apalachicola,
rearing a family and growing
old in these familiar surroundings. 
Peggy was lucky that she
could have either of the town's
most eligible young men. She
wasn't even trying to decide
which she liked better; maybe
she was just a little in love with
both.
A familiar chugging broke into
her musings. She knew it was
Pete, and she did not move or
stop the idly moving hammock
when the battered little car shuddered 
to a stop in front of the
house and Pete came up the walk,
whisthng as usual.
He came up the steps, noted
the movement of the hammock.
"Oh, there you are! A perfect
picture of what a Southern belle
should be doing at ten o'clock on
a warm November morning-but
don't I see a book? Don't tell
me you've been exerting yourself
enough to read!" He seated himself 
in a basket chair, stretched
his long legs before him.
The only change in position
Peggy made was to turn her
head slightly. She said in a lazy
voice, "Hi! You wouldn't be criticizin' 
me, would you?"
"Does one dare?" Pete grinned.
"Well, for the record, Mr. Peter
Craig, if you're hinting that I'm
lazy, I admit it. And I'll remind
you that it's the first November
I've been lazy for four long years.
This winter I intend doing just
as I please."
"I don't see that that would be
any change," Pete said goodnaturedly. 
"How about a date for
the Harbor Day dance?"
"That's a week off."
"You sound as if it might be a
year. And will you, or won't
you? Or has Doc already asked?
I wanted to get my bid ahead of
him."
"Then why didn't you ask me
a month ago?"
"You're impossible. I've a great
mind to take my invitation back."
Peggy smiled. "Suit yourself,"
she said lazily.
Dick hadn't asked her, but he
would. All the girls liked to go
with Dr. Devereaux. She liked to
show them. But last year Dick
had received a call when the
dance was half over and of course
there was a possibility some
emergency might develop and he
wouldn't get there at all. Doctors 
were uncertain. Pete was always 
sure. In the moment these
things were going through her
mind, Pete said, "Well, make up
your feeble mind and make it up
now."
"But of course." Peggy smiled
lazily. "There aren't so many eligible 
men around and a girl is
wise to take the first chance she
has for the Harbor Day ball."
"It's settled, then?"
"I said I would, didn't I?"
"I just wanted to be sure-I
don't want you coming up at the
last minute and saying, 'But,
Pete darling, you misunderstood." 

Peggy laughed good-naturedly.
"If you don't like the way I talk
and the way I act, why don't you
peddle your charm on some other
girl's doorstep?"
Pete looked at her. "That gives
me an idea. There's a new girl in
town."
"Visitor?"
"You mean you haven't heard
about the girl in the red pants?"
"Red pants'?"
"I've seen her twice. She had
on red pedal-pushers the first
time; the next time, she was
wearing red slacks. So I just call
her the girl in the red pants.'
Thought at first I was seeing
Lauren Bacall."
"Oh, I know who you mean,
One of those women who rented
the little Glass cottage."
"One of them may be a woman.
The other looks about eighteen.
The older one is quite attractive,
too . . . Didn't Dick tell you
about them?"
"Dick?" The hammock stopped.
The laziness dropped from Peggy's 
voice. "How does Dick know
about them?"
"He knows. I saw him talking
to them in Hicks Pharmacy this
morning."
"That's strange. He called me
today, and he didn't say anything
about it."
"Does he tell you every time he
talks to another girl? He's been
to the cottage."


SYNOPSIS
By DOROTHY WORLEY
 1956, by Dorothy Worley, Reprinted by permission of the publisher, Avalon Books,
Distributed by King Features Syndicate.
Priscilla Paige is a bored with her
job in a New York office yet doesn't
want to get married. An opportunity
to escape presents itself in a trip to
Apalachicola, Florida, to settle the
estate left unexpectedly to her by a
great-aunt. Priscilla's friend-older,
wiser Rita Lambert-drives with her
to claim the mysterious mansion.
Lookout House, which is rumoured
haunted and has a secret passage.
They decide to keep the purpose of
their visit to themselves because
three strange men seem curiously interested. 
They are Bill Duval, who
says he is a writer; Red Gallagher,
a fisherman, and Luis Alvarez, a
wealthy yachtsman. Rita finds $500
in brand-new bills on the floor of the
house, and Attorney Todd tells her
and Priscilla that Alvarez is interested 
in buying the estate. The girls
rent a cottage convenient to the house
and now, a new character enters our
story.
PEGGY POMEROY lay in the
faded old hammock, moving
it slowly by one foot barely
touching the floor. Her hands
were locked behind her head. She
lazily watched white clouds moving 
against the deep azure sky.
Peggy had a sense of well-being, 
like a contented, well-fed kitten. 
Peggy felt that way most of
the time, being the only child of
doting parents, the only grandchild 
of doting grandparents. She
hadn't a care in the world, especially 
on this fine, crisp November 
morning. This was the first
November she had been at home
in four years.
Her folks had wanted her to go
North to school, saying that she
should learn about different customs 
and different people, so four
snowy winters had been spent at
Northwestern. It had all been
thrilling. She had liked the snows,
as a temporary thing of course,
and she had learned to ice-skate,
but all during those long winters, 
particularly during the very
cold weather, her thoughts had
strayed to such a day as this, to
the quiet little moss-hung town
that was home. To the friendly
people, the unhurriedness of life.
Now she was at home and she
could stay here forever. She
could marry Pete if she wanted
to. Of course, Pete didn't make
a lot of money. He was satisfied
with his job of forest ranger and
dabbling in real estate. He had
studied forestry in college and
had come home and settled down.
If she married him, life could go
on smoothly. His family, like hers,
had their roots in Apalachicola
history. Pete was easygoing,
good-natured, contented, if just
a little unambitious. He hadn't
really come right out and asked
her to marry him, but he would.
He had never paid much attention 
to any other girl.
Or she could marry Dick, Dr.

Richard Devereaux. He had been
in Apalachicola only two years,
but he was her sort of folks. He
was from Tallahassee. She had
met him at the Harbor Day dance
two years ago. She had flown
down each year for Harbor Day.
A native Apalachicolian just did
not miss Harbor Day if it could
be helped.
Dick hadn't asked her to marry 
him, either, but he would if
she wanted him to. She was in
no hurry to get married. She
wanted at least one lazy winter
at home. Nothing to do but lie
in the hammock in the good hot
sun, ride in her convertible, with
the sun pouring over her, and
think of marriage as something
that was waiting for her when
she was ready for it. She could
anticipate no better future than
settling down in Apalachicola,
rearing a family and growing
old in these familiar surroundings. 
Peggy was lucky that she
could have either of the town's
most eligible young men. She
wasn't even trying to decide
which she liked better; maybe
she was just a little in love with
both.
A familiar chugging broke into
her musings. She knew it was
Pete, and she did not move or
stop the idly moving hammock
when the battered little car shuddered 
to a stop in front of the
house and Pete came up the walk,
whisthng as usual.
He came up the steps, noted
the movement of the hammock.
"Oh, there you are! A perfect
picture of what a Southern belle
should be doing at ten o'clock on
a warm November morning-but
don't I see a book? Don't tell
me you've been exerting yourself
enough to read!" He seated himself 
in a basket chair, stretched
his long legs before him.
The only change in position
Peggy made was to turn her
head slightly. She said in a lazy
voice, "Hi! You wouldn't be criticizin' 
me, would you?"
"Does one dare?" Pete grinned.
"Well, for the record, Mr. Peter
Craig, if you're hinting that I'm
lazy, I admit it. And I'll remind
you that it's the first November
I've been lazy for four long years.
This winter I intend doing just
as I please."
"I don't see that that would be
any change," Pete said goodnaturedly. 
"How about a date for
the Harbor Day dance?"
"That's a week off."
"You sound as if it might be a
year. And will you, or won't
you? Or has Doc already asked?
I wanted to get my bid ahead of
him."
"Then why didn't you ask me
a month ago?"
"You're impossible. I've a great
mind to take my invitation back."
Peggy smiled. "Suit yourself,"
she said lazily.
Dick hadn't asked her, but he
would. All the girls liked to go
with Dr. Devereaux. She liked to
show them. But last year Dick
had received a call when the
dance was half over and of course
there was a possibility some
emergency might develop and he
wouldn't get there at all. Doctors 
were uncertain. Pete was always 
sure. In the moment these
things were going through her
mind, Pete said, "Well, make up
your feeble mind and make it up
now."
"But of course." Peggy smiled
lazily. "There aren't so many eligible 
men around and a girl is
wise to take the first chance she
has for the Harbor Day ball."
"It's settled, then?"
"I said I would, didn't I?"
"I just wanted to be sure-I
don't want you coming up at the
last minute and saying, 'But,
Pete darling, you misunderstood." 

Peggy laughed good-naturedly.
"If you don't like the way I talk
and the way I act, why don't you
peddle your charm on some other
girl's doorstep?"
Pete looked at her. "That gives
me an idea. There's a new girl in
town."
"Visitor?"
"You mean you haven't heard
about the girl in the red pants?"
"Red pants'?"
"I've seen her twice. She had
on red pedal-pushers the first
time; the next time, she was
wearing red slacks. So I just call
her the girl in the red pants.'
Thought at first I was seeing
Lauren Bacall."
"Oh, I know who you mean,
One of those women who rented
the little Glass cottage."
"One of them may be a woman.
The other looks about eighteen.
The older one is quite attractive,
too . . . Didn't Dick tell you
about them?"
"Dick?" The hammock stopped.
The laziness dropped from Peggy's 
voice. "How does Dick know
about them?"
"He knows. I saw him talking
to them in Hicks Pharmacy this
morning."
"That's strange. He called me
today, and he didn't say anything
about it."
"Does he tell you every time he
talks to another girl? He's been
to the cottage."


CHAPTER 10
By DOROTHY WORLEY
 1956, by Dorothy Worley, Reprinted by permission of the publisher, Avalon Books,
Distributed by King Features Syndicate.
Priscilla Paige is a bored with her
job in a New York office yet doesn't
want to get married. An opportunity
to escape presents itself in a trip to
Apalachicola, Florida, to settle the
estate left unexpectedly to her by a
great-aunt. Priscilla's friend-older,
wiser Rita Lambert-drives with her
to claim the mysterious mansion.
Lookout House, which is rumoured
haunted and has a secret passage.
They decide to keep the purpose of
their visit to themselves because
three strange men seem curiously interested. 
They are Bill Duval, who
says he is a writer; Red Gallagher,
a fisherman, and Luis Alvarez, a
wealthy yachtsman. Rita finds $500
in brand-new bills on the floor of the
house, and Attorney Todd tells her
and Priscilla that Alvarez is interested 
in buying the estate. The girls
rent a cottage convenient to the house
and now, a new character enters our
story.
PEGGY POMEROY lay in the
faded old hammock, moving
it slowly by one foot barely
touching the floor. Her hands
were locked behind her head. She
lazily watched white clouds moving 
against the deep azure sky.
Peggy had a sense of well-being, 
like a contented, well-fed kitten. 
Peggy felt that way most of
the time, being the only child of
doting parents, the only grandchild 
of doting grandparents. She
hadn't a care in the world, especially 
on this fine, crisp November 
morning. This was the first
November she had been at home
in four years.
Her folks had wanted her to go
North to school, saying that she
should learn about different customs 
and different people, so four
snowy winters had been spent at
Northwestern. It had all been
thrilling. She had liked the snows,
as a temporary thing of course,
and she had learned to ice-skate,
but all during those long winters, 
particularly during the very
cold weather, her thoughts had
strayed to such a day as this, to
the quiet little moss-hung town
that was home. To the friendly
people, the unhurriedness of life.
Now she was at home and she
could stay here forever. She
could marry Pete if she wanted
to. Of course, Pete didn't make
a lot of money. He was satisfied
with his job of forest ranger and
dabbling in real estate. He had
studied forestry in college and
had come home and settled down.
If she married him, life could go
on smoothly. His family, like hers,
had their roots in Apalachicola
history. Pete was easygoing,
good-natured, contented, if just
a little unambitious. He hadn't
really come right out and asked
her to marry him, but he would.
He had never paid much attention 
to any other girl.
Or she could marry Dick, Dr.

Richard Devereaux. He had been
in Apalachicola only two years,
but he was her sort of folks. He
was from Tallahassee. She had
met him at the Harbor Day dance
two years ago. She had flown
down each year for Harbor Day.
A native Apalachicolian just did
not miss Harbor Day if it could
be helped.
Dick hadn't asked her to marry 
him, either, but he would if
she wanted him to. She was in
no hurry to get married. She
wanted at least one lazy winter
at home. Nothing to do but lie
in the hammock in the good hot
sun, ride in her convertible, with
the sun pouring over her, and
think of marriage as something
that was waiting for her when
she was ready for it. She could
anticipate no better future than
settling down in Apalachicola,
rearing a family and growing
old in these familiar surroundings. 
Peggy was lucky that she
could have either of the town's
most eligible young men. She
wasn't even trying to decide
which she liked better; maybe
she was just a little in love with
both.
A familiar chugging broke into
her musings. She knew it was
Pete, and she did not move or
stop the idly moving hammock
when the battered little car shuddered 
to a stop in front of the
house and Pete came up the walk,
whisthng as usual.
He came up the steps, noted
the movement of the hammock.
"Oh, there you are! A perfect
picture of what a Southern belle
should be doing at ten o'clock on
a warm November morning-but
don't I see a book? Don't tell
me you've been exerting yourself
enough to read!" He seated himself 
in a basket chair, stretched
his long legs before him.
The only change in position
Peggy made was to turn her
head slightly. She said in a lazy
voice, "Hi! You wouldn't be criticizin' 
me, would you?"
"Does one dare?" Pete grinned.
"Well, for the record, Mr. Peter
Craig, if you're hinting that I'm
lazy, I admit it. And I'll remind
you that it's the first November
I've been lazy for four long years.
This winter I intend doing just
as I please."
"I don't see that that would be
any change," Pete said goodnaturedly. 
"How about a date for
the Harbor Day dance?"
"That's a week off."
"You sound as if it might be a
year. And will you, or won't
you? Or has Doc already asked?
I wanted to get my bid ahead of
him."
"Then why didn't you ask me
a month ago?"
"You're impossible. I've a great
mind to take my invitation back."
Peggy smiled. "Suit yourself,"
she said lazily.
Dick hadn't asked her, but he
would. All the girls liked to go
with Dr. Devereaux. She liked to
show them. But last year Dick
had received a call when the
dance was half over and of course
there was a possibility some
emergency might develop and he
wouldn't get there at all. Doctors 
were uncertain. Pete was always 
sure. In the moment these
things were going through her
mind, Pete said, "Well, make up
your feeble mind and make it up
now."
"But of course." Peggy smiled
lazily. "There aren't so many eligible 
men around and a girl is
wise to take the first chance she
has for the Harbor Day ball."
"It's settled, then?"
"I said I would, didn't I?"
"I just wanted to be sure-I
don't want you coming up at the
last minute and saying, 'But,
Pete darling, you misunderstood." 

Peggy laughed good-naturedly.
"If you don't like the way I talk
and the way I act, why don't you
peddle your charm on some other
girl's doorstep?"
Pete looked at her. "That gives
me an idea. There's a new girl in
town."
"Visitor?"
"You mean you haven't heard
about the girl in the red pants?"
"Red pants'?"
"I've seen her twice. She had
on red pedal-pushers the first
time; the next time, she was
wearing red slacks. So I just call
her the girl in the red pants.'
Thought at first I was seeing
Lauren Bacall."
"Oh, I know who you mean,
One of those women who rented
the little Glass cottage."
"One of them may be a woman.
The other looks about eighteen.
The older one is quite attractive,
too . . . Didn't Dick tell you
about them?"
"Dick?" The hammock stopped.
The laziness dropped from Peggy's 
voice. "How does Dick know
about them?"
"He knows. I saw him talking
to them in Hicks Pharmacy this
morning."
"That's strange. He called me
today, and he didn't say anything
about it."
"Does he tell you every time he
talks to another girl? He's been
to the cottage."


TO HOSTHOUSEWIVES MEET —
Plans for the national convention
of the Housewives League of America to be held in St. Louis for
five days beginning August 27th at the Wheatly Y. W. C. A. were
completed recently when the above group of committee chairmen 
of the St. Louis Housewives League met. Seated, left to right:
Mrs. Beulah K. Bailey, Mrs. Gladys Johnson, Mrs. Hannah Williams, 
president of the local league; Mrs. S. Edward Gilbert,
general convention chairman. Standing: Mrs. Fannie Watson, Mrs.
Ruth Douglas, Mrs. Iretha Glasby, and Mrs. Goldia Wilson, Committee 
chairman not shown include Mrs. Effie S. Foster, Mrs.
Louise V. Snell, Mrs. Edna Williams and Mrs. Alia Lewis.
Jesse J. Lewis, President, Jesse J. Lewis & Associates, Incorporated, 
of Birmingham, Alabama, will be the keynote speaker
for the affair.

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which is still about 30 days
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is due to the enthusiasm shown by
employees who have exhibited a
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under the Incentive Awards
Program which pays cash awards

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