Memphis World
Memphis World Publishing Co.
1955-06-24
Raymond F. Tisby

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J. Edgar Hoovar On Informants
(From The Christian Science Monitor)
The issue on which the Dr. Peters case reached the Supreme
Court was that of the "faceless informer" as it relates to the constitutional 
guarantee that the accused "be confronted with the
witness against him." The court chose to clear Dr. Peters on procedural 
grounds, however, so the question as it relates to government 
loyalty hearings remains.
FBI Chief J. Edgar Hoover spoke up not long ago in defense
of informers:
Their services contribute greatly to the ultimate goal of
justice—convicting the guilty and clearing the innocent.
Very true—if informants are used as they traditionally have
been: to lead officers to admissable evidence or to themselves
become witnesses who con come into court and confront the accused. 

Mr. Hoover implies this when he goes on to say:
Appearance as a witness in a court of law is certainly the
most logical time for revealing the identity of an informant.
But as the case in point, more than one federal worker has
been declared "of doubtful loyalty" oh information from informants 
who never appeared before the investigating board, whose
names the board did not know, and with whom, therefore, the
"accused" was never confronted.
Such a board is not a "court of law" by definition. But in a
very real sense it does arrive at a verdict and pass a sentence
which, in its aspersions upon the accused's good name, amounts
to a penal sanction.
Here is a matter of the spirit of the Bill of Rights, if not the
letter, which clamors to be resolved.

Woman Found

Cecil Hannah by persuasion and
promise of remuneration."
News of the "murder for hire"
case broke after police found the
blood-stained body of Mr. Hannah 
crammed in the trunk of the
family car on May 3 near Social
Circle, Ga.
According to the testimony of
Banks and Evans, the white grocer
was beaten to death with a claw
hammer and a blackjack while he
slept in his bed.
The murder trials, the most sensational 
held in recent years in
this small semi-rural community,
brought a host of curious spectators 
to the county courthouse
grounds. After all seats in the
small court room were taken, the
crowd jammed door-ways and
stood around windows to hear
court testimony. The trial of one
of the two remaining principals
connected with the alleged murder
will probably begin today providing 
the Hicks defense rest its case
early enough.
The domed Mrs. Hannnah, in
an unsworn statement to the jury,
said: "I may be guilty of helping
after the killing, but I did hot
murder him (her husband)." She
indicated that she helped cover up
the killing to protect her son.
However, she denied that she
hired anyone to kill Hannah, saying 
she did not have anything to
do with the murder.
As he had done in the previous
trial, Evans testified that Mrs.
Hannah had offered him $300 and
Mr. Hicks promised him $2,000 to
"get rid" of Mr. Hannah. He said
he kot only $180 for his part in
the killing, and Banks swore he
got a mere $50 to help "do away"
with the grocer.
Both of the Negroes testified
that on the night of the killing,
Hannah's 16-year-old son, William 
led them into the Hannah's
house and stood in the doorway
holding a pistol while they beat
him to death with a claw hammer 
and a blackjack.
Mrs. Hannah said she appealed
to law enforcement officers to stop
her husband from beating her on
numerous occasions. She said he
beat her and threatened to kill
her the night of the killing. She
charged that Rockdale County officers 
failed to help her because
they were afraid of Hannah.
Taxi driver Johnson said Mrs.
Hannah called him at 11:20 and
asked that he pick her up at 11:45.
He testified that he was then told
to follow the Hannah car in which
Evans, Banks and the Hannah son
were carrying the body of Mr.
Hannah. Johnson told the court
Mrs. Hannah later told him, "We
killed my old man tonight." In
the woman's unsworn statement,
she denied this.
When the Jury in Mrs. Hannah's
trial reached Its verdict at 4:13,
Judge Vaughn recessed the Hicks'
trial and the guilty without mercy
finding was announced.
Attorneys for Hicks' defense cross
examined the doomed Evans for
hours in an attempt to perjure
his testimony. The defense also
attempted to show that he was in
the bootlegging business and served
a three to five year sentence on an
illegal whiskey conviction.
Evans said he was told that
Hicks was Mrs. Hannah's boy
friend. He testified that Hicks
offered him two pistols with which
to kill Hannah and "he laid the
big pistol in my hand."
Asked why he had not implicated
Hicks on the night he was arrested. 
Evans answered: "I didn't implicate 
anyone's name the night
I was arrested.
"The sheriff asked me if I
knowed Mr. Hicks and he said:
Ya jest better go on and tell and

truth cause if you mixed up in
it, we're gonna git cha."
The Hicks trial continued past
6 o'clock in the evening.
After the judge polled each of
the male jurors in Mrs. Hannah's
trial (asking, "Is this your verdict,
Mr. Juror?"), the crowded court,
room buzzed. Commenting on the
verdict, George Skinner, taxi
driver, not involved in the case
theorized that Mrs. Hannah may
have gone free had she done the
killing herself, because. Hannah
"had a bad reputation."
William, the only juvenile among
the principals in the case, may be
the last to face trial later this
week. Observers expect Banks to
face trial today.

"I DIDN'T MURDER HIM"

Cecil Hannah by persuasion and
promise of remuneration."
News of the "murder for hire"
case broke after police found the
blood-stained body of Mr. Hannah 
crammed in the trunk of the
family car on May 3 near Social
Circle, Ga.
According to the testimony of
Banks and Evans, the white grocer
was beaten to death with a claw
hammer and a blackjack while he
slept in his bed.
The murder trials, the most sensational 
held in recent years in
this small semi-rural community,
brought a host of curious spectators 
to the county courthouse
grounds. After all seats in the
small court room were taken, the
crowd jammed door-ways and
stood around windows to hear
court testimony. The trial of one
of the two remaining principals
connected with the alleged murder
will probably begin today providing 
the Hicks defense rest its case
early enough.
The domed Mrs. Hannnah, in
an unsworn statement to the jury,
said: "I may be guilty of helping
after the killing, but I did hot
murder him (her husband)." She
indicated that she helped cover up
the killing to protect her son.
However, she denied that she
hired anyone to kill Hannah, saying 
she did not have anything to
do with the murder.
As he had done in the previous
trial, Evans testified that Mrs.
Hannah had offered him $300 and
Mr. Hicks promised him $2,000 to
"get rid" of Mr. Hannah. He said
he kot only $180 for his part in
the killing, and Banks swore he
got a mere $50 to help "do away"
with the grocer.
Both of the Negroes testified
that on the night of the killing,
Hannah's 16-year-old son, William 
led them into the Hannah's
house and stood in the doorway
holding a pistol while they beat
him to death with a claw hammer 
and a blackjack.
Mrs. Hannah said she appealed
to law enforcement officers to stop
her husband from beating her on
numerous occasions. She said he
beat her and threatened to kill
her the night of the killing. She
charged that Rockdale County officers 
failed to help her because
they were afraid of Hannah.
Taxi driver Johnson said Mrs.
Hannah called him at 11:20 and
asked that he pick her up at 11:45.
He testified that he was then told
to follow the Hannah car in which
Evans, Banks and the Hannah son
were carrying the body of Mr.
Hannah. Johnson told the court
Mrs. Hannah later told him, "We
killed my old man tonight." In
the woman's unsworn statement,
she denied this.
When the Jury in Mrs. Hannah's
trial reached Its verdict at 4:13,
Judge Vaughn recessed the Hicks'
trial and the guilty without mercy
finding was announced.
Attorneys for Hicks' defense cross
examined the doomed Evans for
hours in an attempt to perjure
his testimony. The defense also
attempted to show that he was in
the bootlegging business and served
a three to five year sentence on an
illegal whiskey conviction.
Evans said he was told that
Hicks was Mrs. Hannah's boy
friend. He testified that Hicks
offered him two pistols with which
to kill Hannah and "he laid the
big pistol in my hand."
Asked why he had not implicated
Hicks on the night he was arrested. 
Evans answered: "I didn't implicate 
anyone's name the night
I was arrested.
"The sheriff asked me if I
knowed Mr. Hicks and he said:
Ya jest better go on and tell and

truth cause if you mixed up in
it, we're gonna git cha."
The Hicks trial continued past
6 o'clock in the evening.
After the judge polled each of
the male jurors in Mrs. Hannah's
trial (asking, "Is this your verdict,
Mr. Juror?"), the crowded court,
room buzzed. Commenting on the
verdict, George Skinner, taxi
driver, not involved in the case
theorized that Mrs. Hannah may
have gone free had she done the
killing herself, because. Hannah
"had a bad reputation."
William, the only juvenile among
the principals in the case, may be
the last to face trial later this
week. Observers expect Banks to
face trial today.

CHARGES BEATINGS

Cecil Hannah by persuasion and
promise of remuneration."
News of the "murder for hire"
case broke after police found the
blood-stained body of Mr. Hannah 
crammed in the trunk of the
family car on May 3 near Social
Circle, Ga.
According to the testimony of
Banks and Evans, the white grocer
was beaten to death with a claw
hammer and a blackjack while he
slept in his bed.
The murder trials, the most sensational 
held in recent years in
this small semi-rural community,
brought a host of curious spectators 
to the county courthouse
grounds. After all seats in the
small court room were taken, the
crowd jammed door-ways and
stood around windows to hear
court testimony. The trial of one
of the two remaining principals
connected with the alleged murder
will probably begin today providing 
the Hicks defense rest its case
early enough.
The domed Mrs. Hannnah, in
an unsworn statement to the jury,
said: "I may be guilty of helping
after the killing, but I did hot
murder him (her husband)." She
indicated that she helped cover up
the killing to protect her son.
However, she denied that she
hired anyone to kill Hannah, saying 
she did not have anything to
do with the murder.
As he had done in the previous
trial, Evans testified that Mrs.
Hannah had offered him $300 and
Mr. Hicks promised him $2,000 to
"get rid" of Mr. Hannah. He said
he kot only $180 for his part in
the killing, and Banks swore he
got a mere $50 to help "do away"
with the grocer.
Both of the Negroes testified
that on the night of the killing,
Hannah's 16-year-old son, William 
led them into the Hannah's
house and stood in the doorway
holding a pistol while they beat
him to death with a claw hammer 
and a blackjack.
Mrs. Hannah said she appealed
to law enforcement officers to stop
her husband from beating her on
numerous occasions. She said he
beat her and threatened to kill
her the night of the killing. She
charged that Rockdale County officers 
failed to help her because
they were afraid of Hannah.
Taxi driver Johnson said Mrs.
Hannah called him at 11:20 and
asked that he pick her up at 11:45.
He testified that he was then told
to follow the Hannah car in which
Evans, Banks and the Hannah son
were carrying the body of Mr.
Hannah. Johnson told the court
Mrs. Hannah later told him, "We
killed my old man tonight." In
the woman's unsworn statement,
she denied this.
When the Jury in Mrs. Hannah's
trial reached Its verdict at 4:13,
Judge Vaughn recessed the Hicks'
trial and the guilty without mercy
finding was announced.
Attorneys for Hicks' defense cross
examined the doomed Evans for
hours in an attempt to perjure
his testimony. The defense also
attempted to show that he was in
the bootlegging business and served
a three to five year sentence on an
illegal whiskey conviction.
Evans said he was told that
Hicks was Mrs. Hannah's boy
friend. He testified that Hicks
offered him two pistols with which
to kill Hannah and "he laid the
big pistol in my hand."
Asked why he had not implicated
Hicks on the night he was arrested. 
Evans answered: "I didn't implicate 
anyone's name the night
I was arrested.
"The sheriff asked me if I
knowed Mr. Hicks and he said:
Ya jest better go on and tell and

truth cause if you mixed up in
it, we're gonna git cha."
The Hicks trial continued past
6 o'clock in the evening.
After the judge polled each of
the male jurors in Mrs. Hannah's
trial (asking, "Is this your verdict,
Mr. Juror?"), the crowded court,
room buzzed. Commenting on the
verdict, George Skinner, taxi
driver, not involved in the case
theorized that Mrs. Hannah may
have gone free had she done the
killing herself, because. Hannah
"had a bad reputation."
William, the only juvenile among
the principals in the case, may be
the last to face trial later this
week. Observers expect Banks to
face trial today.

Hightower To Address

ings and Loan Association are Dr.
C. L. Barnes, Jackson Dentist; E.
Funeral Home president of Peoples
Funeral Home and Burial Aissociation; 
N. R. Burger, principal Hattiesburg 
High School, Hattiesburg,
Mississippi;
J. D. Boyd, principal of Utica
Institute; Leonard. P. Chamblism
assistant comptroller, Jackson College; 
V. R. Collier, Manager Universal 
Life Insurance Company,
Jackson; B. B. Dansby, former
president of Jackson College; L
T. Ellis principal of Oak Park
High School, Laurel, Mississippi;
Victor Jones, Auditor of Security
Life Insurance Company; A. L.
Johnson, principal of Prentiss Institute; 
Edward Lee, proprietor of
Edward Lee Hotel;
Nicola Ousley, Real Estate Broker 
of Jackson; President Jacob L
Reddix of Jackson College; Dean
H. T. Sampson, Jackson College
and Treasurer of the Hinds County
Education Federal Credit Union;
and W J Simmons, proprietor of
the Summers Hotel Attorney Jack
Young is legal counselor.

Segregation In

United States Department of the
Institution; Special Assistant to
the Administration, United States
Housing Authority; Director of Negro 
Manpower Service in the War
Manwoper Commission; Director of
Community Services, American
Council on Race Relations; Director, 
Major's Commission on Human
Rights of Chicago; and Director of
Fellowship, John Hay Whitney
Foundation. He is the author.
Among the specific housing topics 
that may be canvassed in panel
and clinic sessions are the impact
of restrictive convenants upon various 
minorities - Negroes, Jews,
Catholics, Orientals, etc.; the legal
status and current significance of
coveanants in the housing market;
the consequences of the failure of
many slum clearance and urban
redevelopment programs to adequately 
care for the non-white
families evicted from such areas;
FHA practices which have condoned 
and fostered segregated
housing and their result etc

Trumbull Park
Tenants Picket
City Hall
Negro residents 
of Trumbull Park housing
project last week staged a picket
of the City Hall and got a promise
from Mayor, Richard J. Daley that
a citizen's committee would investigate 
their grievances.
The delegation representing 27
of the 28 Negro famines in the
federally built housing project, decided 
on the picket in the wake of
new outbreaks of violence at Trumbull 
Park.

YOUTH AND
CHRISTIANITY
By J. C. BRUMFIELD

At the first sound of reveille little 
Susie was out of her blankets
before anyone else in camp. The
wagon train had drawn up in a circle 
for the night, and the little
Texas town where Susie met the
Saviour had been left far behind.
After a hurried breakfast; the
wagon, train was again on its way
toward the north woods, where Susie's 
father had a new job as supervisor 
of a logging camp. Susie rode
on the lead wagon and was having 
the time of her life. The apprehension 
and fear that troubled the
older people as they moved through
the Indian country didn't bother
little Susie. As they jostled along
she noticed that the guards were
ever riding ahead on the trail.
Some followed far behind, and at
a signal from one of the scouts
Susie's father excitedly shoved the
reins into her mother's hands, leaped 
on a horse and galloped away
to a distant hill. Noticing the look
of fear on her mother's face, little
Susie inquired. "What's the matter 
Mommie? "Isn't everything all
right?"
Her mother put her arm around
her little girl. "I hope so, Susie,"
she said. "But I'm afraid."
Susie noticed that her mother's
hand was trembling. She wrinkled
up her brow and inquired, "Afraid?
Afraid of what?"
"Well, Susie, I don't want to
alarm you, but it has been reported 
that there are Indians nearby."
Susie stomped her feet on the
footboard for joy and cried, "Indians! 
Oh goody! I wanta see the Indians 
Mommie, I wanta see the
Indians!"
Her astonished mother seized her
arm and explained. "But dear, these
are bad Indians, and if they, attack 
they'll be sure to kill everyone 
of us." She burst into tears and
sobbed. "Oh, I wish we'd never
started on this trip."?
Susie placed her little arm around
her mother as though she would
protect her. "But Mommie," she
said. "We didn't leave God in Texas 
did we?"
"No, of course not, dear."
"Well then." she comforted her
troubled mother, "isn't God right
here in this wagon?"
"Yes ... I guess so ... God
is everywhere."
Susie's little face beamed. She
tossed her curls as she always did
when she was bragging on God and
exclaimed: "Then what are you
worried about Mommie? I guess
God can take care of us just like
He saved our church house and
like He saved old Ebenezer from
his drinking."
Mrs. Graham held her little girl
close to her heart wiped the tears
from her eyes and calmly answered, 
"God bless you dear. I am sure
He will."
But the suspicions of the scouts
proved not to be idle superstitions.
An Indian horseman was spotted on
the top of a nearby hill. The wagon
train was hurriedly drawn up in a
circle. Soon the Indians swept over
the blood-curdling yells that terrified 
the trembling pioneers. The
men fought bravely, but soon realized 
that they were badly outnumbered. 
It seemed hopeless. The
savage Indians rode round and
round the encircled wagon train
firing wildly at the brave men who
were determined to fight to the last
man. Susie and her-mother were
huddled together under their wagon 
with bullets whining madly over
head and spattering all around
them. Mrs. Graham sought to protect 
Susie with her own body. She
was weeping.
"They'll kill every one of us
honey," she cried.
Susie didn't see alarmed and
squirmed free from her mother
and watched the battle with delight. 

"But isn't God here Mommie?"
"But I'm afraid God can't help
us now, honey."
Susie didn't seem alarmed and
er. There was a slight trace of rebuke 
in her eyes, as though she
were surprised at her mother's unbelief. 
She looked right up into
Heaven and spoke as though it was
up to God to defend His own reputation. 

"Dear God, please make the Indians 
go away and don't let them
kill a one of us."
Her mother shouted above the
din of battle: "Get your head down
dear, you'll be shot."
"But I'm praying mother. And I
like to kneel when I pray."
Suddenly, to the amazement of
everyone but Susie, the command
was given to cease firing, and the
amazed pioneers jumped to their
feet to see the savages disappear
over the hilltop. Mr. Graham, with
two smoking pistols in his hands
exclaimed in amazement "Well
whatever, scared them away?"
Mike, the foreman, stood with
his hands on his hips as the last
of the Indians disappeared over the
hill. "Don't know Mr. Graham,"
he drawled, "I never seen nothin
like that before. We were gonners
sure."
Susie tripped up to her father's
side and slipped her hand in his
She looked up proudly and said
"I know."
"You know what?" her father inquired. 

"I know who made them run
boy, didn't, they scatter?"
"It was God," she boldly an:
nounced. There was a moment of
silence. Then her father slipped his
guns in his holsters and squeezed
her tight.
"It sure must have been, honey."
Then with a quick glance at the
scene of battle he shouted to the
men, "Let's see what damage was
done."
Mike had already been on the
job. He ran up with the report.
"Bill has a slug in the shoulder
there was nobody killed and only
one wagon burned."
Susie clapped her hands, tossed
her curls triumphantly and giggled
"I knew it."
"You, know, what?" Mike asked.
"Knew no" one would get killed."
Her mother laid her hand lovingly
on the golden curls. "It was Susie's
prayer that did it," she said.
"No Mommie, it Was God. "Cause
God is here Just like He's back in
Texas."
Yes .... and God is there, too —
right there in your home. The same
God who took such good care of
Susie, loves you too. He is interested 
in every little problem you
name ... that Arithmetic problem 
you couldn't get ........ the
spelling word you missed .......
that's right. But most of all He is
interested in you—just you ...
your life and your soul. Course
now you can't talk with Him like
your Father. Sin separates us from
God and Jesus said "no man Cometh 
to the Father but by me." ......
But I'll tell you something wonderful 
...... God loves you — gave
his Son Jesus to die on the cross
to pay for your sins and Jesus
rose again from the tomb so Hecould 
be your Saviour today. Don't
you think you need him? Then tell
God right now that you are sorry
for your sins arid will trust Jesus.

GOD WAS THERE
AND SUSIE
By J. C. BRUMFIELD

At the first sound of reveille little 
Susie was out of her blankets
before anyone else in camp. The
wagon train had drawn up in a circle 
for the night, and the little
Texas town where Susie met the
Saviour had been left far behind.
After a hurried breakfast; the
wagon, train was again on its way
toward the north woods, where Susie's 
father had a new job as supervisor 
of a logging camp. Susie rode
on the lead wagon and was having 
the time of her life. The apprehension 
and fear that troubled the
older people as they moved through
the Indian country didn't bother
little Susie. As they jostled along
she noticed that the guards were
ever riding ahead on the trail.
Some followed far behind, and at
a signal from one of the scouts
Susie's father excitedly shoved the
reins into her mother's hands, leaped 
on a horse and galloped away
to a distant hill. Noticing the look
of fear on her mother's face, little
Susie inquired. "What's the matter 
Mommie? "Isn't everything all
right?"
Her mother put her arm around
her little girl. "I hope so, Susie,"
she said. "But I'm afraid."
Susie noticed that her mother's
hand was trembling. She wrinkled
up her brow and inquired, "Afraid?
Afraid of what?"
"Well, Susie, I don't want to
alarm you, but it has been reported 
that there are Indians nearby."
Susie stomped her feet on the
footboard for joy and cried, "Indians! 
Oh goody! I wanta see the Indians 
Mommie, I wanta see the
Indians!"
Her astonished mother seized her
arm and explained. "But dear, these
are bad Indians, and if they, attack 
they'll be sure to kill everyone 
of us." She burst into tears and
sobbed. "Oh, I wish we'd never
started on this trip."?
Susie placed her little arm around
her mother as though she would
protect her. "But Mommie," she
said. "We didn't leave God in Texas 
did we?"
"No, of course not, dear."
"Well then." she comforted her
troubled mother, "isn't God right
here in this wagon?"
"Yes ... I guess so ... God
is everywhere."
Susie's little face beamed. She
tossed her curls as she always did
when she was bragging on God and
exclaimed: "Then what are you
worried about Mommie? I guess
God can take care of us just like
He saved our church house and
like He saved old Ebenezer from
his drinking."
Mrs. Graham held her little girl
close to her heart wiped the tears
from her eyes and calmly answered, 
"God bless you dear. I am sure
He will."
But the suspicions of the scouts
proved not to be idle superstitions.
An Indian horseman was spotted on
the top of a nearby hill. The wagon
train was hurriedly drawn up in a
circle. Soon the Indians swept over
the blood-curdling yells that terrified 
the trembling pioneers. The
men fought bravely, but soon realized 
that they were badly outnumbered. 
It seemed hopeless. The
savage Indians rode round and
round the encircled wagon train
firing wildly at the brave men who
were determined to fight to the last
man. Susie and her-mother were
huddled together under their wagon 
with bullets whining madly over
head and spattering all around
them. Mrs. Graham sought to protect 
Susie with her own body. She
was weeping.
"They'll kill every one of us
honey," she cried.
Susie didn't see alarmed and
squirmed free from her mother
and watched the battle with delight. 

"But isn't God here Mommie?"
"But I'm afraid God can't help
us now, honey."
Susie didn't seem alarmed and
er. There was a slight trace of rebuke 
in her eyes, as though she
were surprised at her mother's unbelief. 
She looked right up into
Heaven and spoke as though it was
up to God to defend His own reputation. 

"Dear God, please make the Indians 
go away and don't let them
kill a one of us."
Her mother shouted above the
din of battle: "Get your head down
dear, you'll be shot."
"But I'm praying mother. And I
like to kneel when I pray."
Suddenly, to the amazement of
everyone but Susie, the command
was given to cease firing, and the
amazed pioneers jumped to their
feet to see the savages disappear
over the hilltop. Mr. Graham, with
two smoking pistols in his hands
exclaimed in amazement "Well
whatever, scared them away?"
Mike, the foreman, stood with
his hands on his hips as the last
of the Indians disappeared over the
hill. "Don't know Mr. Graham,"
he drawled, "I never seen nothin
like that before. We were gonners
sure."
Susie tripped up to her father's
side and slipped her hand in his
She looked up proudly and said
"I know."
"You know what?" her father inquired. 

"I know who made them run
boy, didn't, they scatter?"
"It was God," she boldly an:
nounced. There was a moment of
silence. Then her father slipped his
guns in his holsters and squeezed
her tight.
"It sure must have been, honey."
Then with a quick glance at the
scene of battle he shouted to the
men, "Let's see what damage was
done."
Mike had already been on the
job. He ran up with the report.
"Bill has a slug in the shoulder
there was nobody killed and only
one wagon burned."
Susie clapped her hands, tossed
her curls triumphantly and giggled
"I knew it."
"You, know, what?" Mike asked.
"Knew no" one would get killed."
Her mother laid her hand lovingly
on the golden curls. "It was Susie's
prayer that did it," she said.
"No Mommie, it Was God. "Cause
God is here Just like He's back in
Texas."
Yes .... and God is there, too —
right there in your home. The same
God who took such good care of
Susie, loves you too. He is interested 
in every little problem you
name ... that Arithmetic problem 
you couldn't get ........ the
spelling word you missed .......
that's right. But most of all He is
interested in you—just you ...
your life and your soul. Course
now you can't talk with Him like
your Father. Sin separates us from
God and Jesus said "no man Cometh 
to the Father but by me." ......
But I'll tell you something wonderful 
...... God loves you — gave
his Son Jesus to die on the cross
to pay for your sins and Jesus
rose again from the tomb so Hecould 
be your Saviour today. Don't
you think you need him? Then tell
God right now that you are sorry
for your sins arid will trust Jesus.

"The Gentle Touch...


THE FRESH, beautiful detail that makes the
work of this rioted architect so popular
can well be attributed to his sure, gentle touch.
And in choosing his cigarette too,
Mr. Garrott follows the demand of modern
taste for gentleness. That's why you see him and
a business associate enjoying Philip Morris,
For Philip Morris is born gentle and refined
to special gentleness in the making. Why
not enjoy the gentle' pleasure of today's
Philip Morris yourself? In the convenient
snap-open pack, regular or smart king size.

—gentle for modern tasty

MEALTIME MELODIES!
By LEODA GAMMON
There's good news for you melon
enthusiasts because those flavorrich 
cantaloupes are rather plentiful
on the market how. They are a
great addition to any menu with
their refreshing natural sweetness,
low calorie, value and high nutritive 
content.
To be assured of best eating pleasure 
insist that the cantaloupes you
buy are "vine-ripened at full slip."
This means that when a cantaloupe 
is fully matured 
and ready
for harvest it
separates cleanly
from the vine
with a slight
pressure — this
leaves a slightly
sunken, smooth
well — calloused
scar at the stem
end. This is the
"fingerprint" of a
vine ripened melon 
at "full-slip and indicates the
melon is fully matured, giving it
greater sweetness and tantalizing
flavor.
The netting of these mature cantaloupes 
will be raised, coarse, dry
and grayish in color; it will stand
out in bold relief over the entire
surface of the perfectly formed
melon. The background of the netting 
will be light in color.
After selecting cantalopes, wash
them and allow to dry. Then wrap
well in waxpaper, aluminum foil or
pliofilm bags before placing in the
refrigerator. This keeps the wonderful 
flavor and aroma of a vineripened 
cantaloupe in the melon
and out of the other refrigerated
foods. Cantaloupes, should be well
chilled before serving, but don't dilute 
their luscious flavor by filling
cavities of cut melon with crushed.

ice.
Onco you've chosen and stored the
delightful, vitamine-rich cantaolupes, 
then serving them should be
no problem at all. There is no pleasanter 
nor more refreshing way to
start the day than to serve fresh,
juicy cantaloupes halves for breakfast 
— add a plump wedge of lemon
or lime for zest. This also makes
an excellent dessert, course after a
hearty meal or a perfect party refreshment 
— it takes on added
glamour, when filled with frosty
ice cream. Melons in fruit, salads
are also another tops with everyone. 
This can be a melon ring filled 
with cottage cheese and garnished 
with fresh berries, or melon
slices in a fresh fruit platter arrangement. 

If you are one or those lucky
women with a freezer then watch
for that "special" on cantaloupes
or visit the farmers markets for
that just-right-price. Then try this
Summer Snowball dessert. It's a
wonderful way to take advantage of
the melon season and still serve refreshing, 
frosty cantaloupes when
the season is over. Just place cantaloupe 
balls in fresh orange juice
in a freezer container and freeze.
These will keep in your freezer for
quite some time, but should be
served while cantaloupe balls are
still a bit frosty.

Bynum Named

in which he serves as chairman of
the Commission on Education. He
is also a member of the Frontiers
Club of America, the YMCA, Methodist 
Educational Public Relations
Officials and the American College
Public Relations, Association. He is

married to the former Marie L.
Sherrod of New Orleans. They have
a daughter, Lynn Marie, aged two.
Mrs. Bynum is a social worker in
New Orleans.
Bynum who is 29, succeeds the
Rev. Dr. W. T. Handy, who resigned 
his post with Methodist Information 
on taking up his new duties
as pastor of Warren Methodist
Church, Lake Charles, La.

LETTERS TO THE

Dear Editor:
I believe the Negro people of Memphis 
honestly feel the same as I do
but haven't as yet tried to do anything 
about a convalescent home for
Negroes. There is no better time
than now to start. Why sit back and
wait for others to do something
about this situation.
A convalescent home would be an
inspiration and a restoration for
many aged and young Invalids.
There are, hundreds of invalids living 
in dark back rooms, lonely, feeling 
unwanted, and being uncared
for. Many of them are left at home
alone days because of working relatives. 

A convalescent home will give
them a new lease on life and independeuce 
which we all know means
so much to us. Needless to say a
chance to mix with their own, talk,
sing, and perhaps pray together
will certainly be a blessing to the
invalids.
Think on these things.
MRS. CARRIE McCULLOUGH
311 Edsel
Memphis
"My poor man," she symbol
thized, "what is the length of your
term?"
"Depends on politics, lady," replied 
the melancholy one. "I'm the
warden."

A CONVALESCENT
HOME FOR NEGROES
Dear Editor:
I believe the Negro people of Memphis 
honestly feel the same as I do
but haven't as yet tried to do anything 
about a convalescent home for
Negroes. There is no better time
than now to start. Why sit back and
wait for others to do something
about this situation.
A convalescent home would be an
inspiration and a restoration for
many aged and young Invalids.
There are, hundreds of invalids living 
in dark back rooms, lonely, feeling 
unwanted, and being uncared
for. Many of them are left at home
alone days because of working relatives. 

A convalescent home will give
them a new lease on life and independeuce 
which we all know means
so much to us. Needless to say a
chance to mix with their own, talk,
sing, and perhaps pray together
will certainly be a blessing to the
invalids.
Think on these things.
MRS. CARRIE McCULLOUGH
311 Edsel
Memphis
"My poor man," she symbol
thized, "what is the length of your
term?"
"Depends on politics, lady," replied 
the melancholy one. "I'm the
warden."

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