Memphis World
Memphis World Publishing Co.
1958-06-07
Thaddeus T. Stokes

MEMPHIS WORLD
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against the interest of its readers.

When You Can Call Your Money Your Own
This year, Tax Freedom Day fell on May 13. It bears that
name because it was the first day of the year on which you
could call the money you earned your own.
Here's the story. Estimates say the personal income of
everyone in this country will come to $350 billion in 1958. The
Federal state and local tax bill will add up to $125 billion—
36 per cent. So, on the average, each of us must work 133
days to pay the cost of government before there is anything
left for ourselves.

Race Between Education And Catastrophe
Nothing breeds suspicion and misunderstanding more surely
than ignorance. The man who lives in isolation from the world
around him is the man who is the first to believe the worst of
others. For instance, it has been a cornerstone of Soviet policy,
to keep communism's captive people almost totally isolated
from the non-communist world. This is necessary if ceaseless
communist propaganda, predicated on the "big lie" principle,
is to be effective.
Some time ago the International Air Transport Association
met in New York. In an address of welcome, Juan T. Trippe,
president of Pan American World Airways, said this: "Mass
travel by air may prove to be more significant to world destiny
than the atom bomb. For there can be no atom bomb potentially
more powerful than the air tourist, charged with curiosity, enthusiasm 
and good will, who can roam the four corners of the
world, meeting in friendship and understanding the people of
other nations and races.
"The tourist plane and the bomber for years have been
racing each other toward a photo finish. In my opinion, however, 
the tourist plane, if allowed to move forward unshackled
by political boundaries and economic restrictions, will win this
race between education and catastrophe."
Millions of individuals now go to other lands b yairswiftly 
and economically. The volume of traffic soars each
year. This amounts to mass education on a scale unprecedented
in the history of the world. Never have people had such an
opportunity to know each other and to learn and profit from
each other. Out of this, one may hope, will come an age when
the bomber, the missile, and the nuclear rocket will be found
only in museums.

Former UN Nation Delegate Challenges Morris
Brown's Graduates
Dr. Archibald J. Carey, former U. S. representative to the
UN, gave Morris Brown College graduates new horizons in the
form of their obligations to society and the nation, in a Commencement 
address Wednesday in the college gym.
"No longer," he said, "should a community be referred to
as fine insofar as that goes for a Negro community;" or "that
is a good job insofar as Negro jobs go," but that things and
places must come up to the standard of the demands of the age.
He cited to the hearers a world community with world demands 
and that these graduates are being thrust into competetion 
with the whole world.
Describing President Eisenhower as a real friend to man
and that husky champion of human rights as the greatest spirit
since Abraham Lincoln, Dr. Carey enumerated the directives, in
the President's Committee on Human Rights. Despite the great
gains made by former Presidents Franklin Roosevelt and Harry
Truman, he would lend an unprecedented estimate on the administration 
of Dwight David Eisenhower.
He cited the vast gains made in school integration, asserting 
that the speed was on in correcting something which had
been condoned so long as to become a pattern of a way of life.
To Haile Selassie, the "Lion of Judah," he would ascribe
the honor of having stood against all odds when his little country 
was overrun by the Italians. He said, "they had been overrun—but 
never conquered."
The speaker concluded with the gripping account of Gus
Coats who simply wanted to qualify for his ballot in the state
of Mississippi. "Gus Coats was shot and lingered between life
and death some six weeks, but the cause kept marching on."
"When history writes down its heroes, along with George
Washington, Abraham Lincoln, and those illustrious soldiers and
men who guarded and preserved the liberties of this country,
they will have to add the names of Gus Coats and those nine
little Negro children who braved the storm of prejudice and
the bayonets of soldiers to attend Central High School in Little
Rock," was the ringing challenge left for the hearers to place as
a capstone on one of the ablest bits of utterances of statesmanship 
of this century.

June
There is all of beauty in these few things–
A new-born child — and a new-born moon —
A tree — a bud in the flush of spring —
A ship at sea — and a bride in June —
Ivy and bittersweet in fall —
But the bride is the loveliest of all.
—Anne Mary Lawler.
June, which brings us summer, brides, holidays from school.
and vacation — among other things — is upon us.
Historically speaking, there are months more important to
Americans than June. It is remembered as the month of the
anniversary of the Battle of Bunker Hill, which was fought on
June 17, 1775. West Virginia was admitted into the Union, officially, 
on June 20th, 1863.
The Custer massacre on June 25th, 1876 on the Little Big
Horn river, in Montana. The first U.S. troops to land in France
in World War I on June 26th, 1917.
One of the most fateful events in history took place in June,
occurred at Sarajevo, in Bosnia, when the Archduke Franz Ferdinand 
was assassinated. He was heir to the throne of Austro-Hungary, 
and this event ignited World War I, with all its death and
destruction.
Also with June comes Father's Day, which was first observed, 
as a national event on the same day, on June 17, 1934.
Probably more responsible for the origin of this observance
than any other was Mrs. John Bruce Dodd, of Spokane, Washington. 

After the month of June is over, we have lived out half of
1958. And the sun has started southward again. On June 21st
the sun moves to a point as far north from the Equator as it
ever gets, and seems to stand still before moving south again.
It is the summer "solstice."

MEALTIME MELODIES!
A "Drink to your Health" spotlights 
Milk. Another good spotlight
is. "Drink Milk-Drive Healthy"
Slogans such as these remind us of
this God given perfect food for
man. But even so, it takes a lot
of work and careful planning to get
this delicious food to our tables.
The job of supplying the dairy
foods to our
homes, stores and
restaurants is a
big one. More
trucks are used
to transport milk
and other dairy
products from
farm to consumer
than are used to
transport any
other products of
any industry thus
helping the truck
manufactures.
Among other
businesses helped by the dairy industry 
are steel, building, glass,
paper, technical equipment and
chemical.
To produce this tasteful and valuable 
product the industry employs
a total of about two million people.
There are a million dairy farms located 
throughout the 48 states of
America.
It has, been estimated that the
cost of the nutritional elements in
a quart of milk would be over 40
cents if duplicated by other foods.
If dairy products were used for

no oher reason than to supply our
daily calcium requirements they
would be worth double their price
Nutritionist are agreed that milk
is the greatest bargain in grocery
stores today. Consider for one thing
that dairy products have risen less
in price in recent years than meat,
beverages, fruits or vegetables.
Of course, we know that the dairy
farmer, the processing plants and
the milk man ore all involved in
this milk production but the real
tribute goes to old "Bossy' herself.
She is a complex creature as any
veterinarian will verify. Among
other things that make her different
are her 4 stomachs. Most certainly
her inner machinery must be complex. 
Can you imagine any other
machine taking ordinary grass and
other animal feed and converting
it into such a delightful and healthful 
beverage.
She is a temperamental female
with all power to control the flow
of her milk June is one of the
months that she lets so in a big way
and so we June Dairy Month.
If she is treated affectionately her
production is increased also.
For all this milk production our
docile friend requires along with
the gentle care a whole heap of
food. In addition to pasturage, the
average dairy cow will eat in a
year 64 hundred pounds of silage
27 hundred pounds of alfalfa hay.
and 17 hundred pounds of grain
She will drink about 8 gallons of
water each day. All of this feed

producers an average cow, weighing
around 1000 pounds, that gives 10
quarts or more of milk per day.
If you would like some choice
airy recipes absolutely—free just
call JA 6-7303 and ask for Dairy
Cook Book or you may drop a card
to "Dairy Cook Book." 135 N. Pauline, 
Memphis, Tennessee. Give
your name and address. We will mail
this little booklet to you. Act Now
you will be GLAD you did.

JUNE IS DAIRY MONTH:
A "Drink to your Health" spotlights 
Milk. Another good spotlight
is. "Drink Milk-Drive Healthy"
Slogans such as these remind us of
this God given perfect food for
man. But even so, it takes a lot
of work and careful planning to get
this delicious food to our tables.
The job of supplying the dairy
foods to our
homes, stores and
restaurants is a
big one. More
trucks are used
to transport milk
and other dairy
products from
farm to consumer
than are used to
transport any
other products of
any industry thus
helping the truck
manufactures.
Among other
businesses helped by the dairy industry 
are steel, building, glass,
paper, technical equipment and
chemical.
To produce this tasteful and valuable 
product the industry employs
a total of about two million people.
There are a million dairy farms located 
throughout the 48 states of
America.
It has, been estimated that the
cost of the nutritional elements in
a quart of milk would be over 40
cents if duplicated by other foods.
If dairy products were used for

no oher reason than to supply our
daily calcium requirements they
would be worth double their price
Nutritionist are agreed that milk
is the greatest bargain in grocery
stores today. Consider for one thing
that dairy products have risen less
in price in recent years than meat,
beverages, fruits or vegetables.
Of course, we know that the dairy
farmer, the processing plants and
the milk man ore all involved in
this milk production but the real
tribute goes to old "Bossy' herself.
She is a complex creature as any
veterinarian will verify. Among
other things that make her different
are her 4 stomachs. Most certainly
her inner machinery must be complex. 
Can you imagine any other
machine taking ordinary grass and
other animal feed and converting
it into such a delightful and healthful 
beverage.
She is a temperamental female
with all power to control the flow
of her milk June is one of the
months that she lets so in a big way
and so we June Dairy Month.
If she is treated affectionately her
production is increased also.
For all this milk production our
docile friend requires along with
the gentle care a whole heap of
food. In addition to pasturage, the
average dairy cow will eat in a
year 64 hundred pounds of silage
27 hundred pounds of alfalfa hay.
and 17 hundred pounds of grain
She will drink about 8 gallons of
water each day. All of this feed

producers an average cow, weighing
around 1000 pounds, that gives 10
quarts or more of milk per day.
If you would like some choice
airy recipes absolutely—free just
call JA 6-7303 and ask for Dairy
Cook Book or you may drop a card
to "Dairy Cook Book." 135 N. Pauline, 
Memphis, Tennessee. Give
your name and address. We will mail
this little booklet to you. Act Now
you will be GLAD you did.

IN HOMETOWN AMERICA
FAMILY REUNION—
GETTING THE GROUP PHOTOGRAPH...
MOMMY!—
SOMETHING'S
BOILING OVER
IN THE
KITCHEN!
BUT MOM
SPOT'S
PART OF THE
FAMILY!
IT'S THE
ONLY THING THAT
KEEPS HIM SMILING
UNCLE PHIL.
STOP
SQUIRMING
JUDY - YOU'LL
BE A
BLUR!
HUSTLE
UP! I'M
STARVED!
WE'LL HAVE TO TRY
AGAIN, FOLKS — I FOR
GOT TO TURN TH
FILM ON THAT LAST
SHOT,
SKEETERS!
HEY, JOETELL 
EM TO HOLD
IT! THE LOCAL
PAPER'S SENDING
OVER THEIR
PHOTOGRAPHER
FOR A SHOT
TOO!

WISHING WELL
Registered U. S. Patent Office
H is a pleasant little game that will give you a message every
day. It is a numerical puzzle designed to spell out your fortune.
Count the letters in your first name. If the number of letters of 6 or
more, subtract 4. if the number is less than 6, add 3. The result is
your key number. Start at the upper left-hand corner of the rectangle 
and check every one of your key numbers, left to right. Then
read the message the letters under the checked figures give you.

Jessie G. Jackson

ness., a dropping off of the Packand 
car production and sales in
the Memphis market to such an
extent that the once proud, symbol 
of the automotive industry began 
fading away with the generation 
that gave it birth and popularity. 

Jessie Jackson only a few months
ago became identified with WorldWide 
Automobile Corporation, 1321
Popular Avenue, seller of foreignmade 
cars. Jessie, however, concentrated 
on sale of used Parkard
cars, because the "Packard is the
car I like best to talk about," he
told a Memphis World reporter.
"Best car on the market, barring 
none," Jessie was always quick
to say with convincing argument.
Among some of his prominent
customers were Bishop Charles H.
Mason, head of the Church of God
in Christ; the Late T. H. Hayes,
Sr., and other well known morticians 
such as The Late J. C. Oates
and Mrs. Emma Wilburn; and the
Late John C. Claybrooks, nation
ally known logger and planter of
East Arkansas.
Funeral rites re held from
First Baptist Church, Chelsea, with
the pastor, Rev. Van J. Malone, of
fiating 
S. W. Qualls & Company
had charge of funeral arrangements 
Aside from his daughter,
Jessie Jackson is also survived by
one sister.

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PRINTING


Dr. Widenhouse Warns

to be studded carefully."
Dr. Widenhouse gave three functions 
of higher education: (1) custodian 
of knowledge; (2) transmission 
of that knowledge; (3) development 
of the individual personality
to its fullest fruitation. He said that
regardless of the fulfillment of
the first two purposes, not to fullfill 
the third "might result in the
individual going out into the world
as a tragic failure". He said that
these three functions are "well met
by the liberal ants college.... LeMoyne 
is noted for its give-and-take
in ideas and in the full development 
of the human personality."
Noting that in view recent scientific 
achievements a sense of destruction 
and fear pervades," Dr.
Widenhouse emphasized the need
for strength and wisdom "on this
if tie tiny planet of ours".... man
has a single, united destiny, and
must achieve it as a human race
or we all will disappear."
"Recent scientific achievements
have failed to brighten the future
of the human race," Dr. Widenhouse 
said He likened scientific
developments to "he creation of
Frankenstein." He scoffed at the
theory that man will never use
weapons of mass destruction because 
he is "afraid" to do so "There
is nothing in our history to support
this theory," he said.
Dr. Widenhouse concluded, "If
we are to have peace in our time,
we must encourage these three elements 
of higher education and
recognize the fatherhood of God
and the brotherhood of man."
President Hollis F. Price, wo introduced 
the speaker, received a
cheer from the audience when he
announced that the American Missionary 
Society founder of LeMoyne, 
had given the college $25.000 
toward the building of a library 
which LeMoyne hopes will be
up by 1960. The AMA also offered
a $25.000 endowment for the library 
which the college must matchin 
a year.
Another endowment — this one
worth $10,000 — came from the
Danforth Foundation. This gift
must also be matched within a year.
President Price said LeMoyne
now has $78.000 for the library, the
AMA grant inclusive.
Three trustees whose three-year
terms had expired were re-elected
to the Board of Trustees William F.
Frazier of New York, T. R. McLeMore, 
treasurer of the local
United Negro College Fund and
Dr. J. E Walker insurance executive, 
both of Memphis.

THREE FUNCTIONS

to be studded carefully."
Dr. Widenhouse gave three functions 
of higher education: (1) custodian 
of knowledge; (2) transmission 
of that knowledge; (3) development 
of the individual personality
to its fullest fruitation. He said that
regardless of the fulfillment of
the first two purposes, not to fullfill 
the third "might result in the
individual going out into the world
as a tragic failure". He said that
these three functions are "well met
by the liberal ants college.... LeMoyne 
is noted for its give-and-take
in ideas and in the full development 
of the human personality."
Noting that in view recent scientific 
achievements a sense of destruction 
and fear pervades," Dr.
Widenhouse emphasized the need
for strength and wisdom "on this
if tie tiny planet of ours".... man
has a single, united destiny, and
must achieve it as a human race
or we all will disappear."
"Recent scientific achievements
have failed to brighten the future
of the human race," Dr. Widenhouse 
said He likened scientific
developments to "he creation of
Frankenstein." He scoffed at the
theory that man will never use
weapons of mass destruction because 
he is "afraid" to do so "There
is nothing in our history to support
this theory," he said.
Dr. Widenhouse concluded, "If
we are to have peace in our time,
we must encourage these three elements 
of higher education and
recognize the fatherhood of God
and the brotherhood of man."
President Hollis F. Price, wo introduced 
the speaker, received a
cheer from the audience when he
announced that the American Missionary 
Society founder of LeMoyne, 
had given the college $25.000 
toward the building of a library 
which LeMoyne hopes will be
up by 1960. The AMA also offered
a $25.000 endowment for the library 
which the college must matchin 
a year.
Another endowment — this one
worth $10,000 — came from the
Danforth Foundation. This gift
must also be matched within a year.
President Price said LeMoyne
now has $78.000 for the library, the
AMA grant inclusive.
Three trustees whose three-year
terms had expired were re-elected
to the Board of Trustees William F.
Frazier of New York, T. R. McLeMore, 
treasurer of the local
United Negro College Fund and
Dr. J. E Walker insurance executive, 
both of Memphis.

HUMAN RACE DOOMED?"

to be studded carefully."
Dr. Widenhouse gave three functions 
of higher education: (1) custodian 
of knowledge; (2) transmission 
of that knowledge; (3) development 
of the individual personality
to its fullest fruitation. He said that
regardless of the fulfillment of
the first two purposes, not to fullfill 
the third "might result in the
individual going out into the world
as a tragic failure". He said that
these three functions are "well met
by the liberal ants college.... LeMoyne 
is noted for its give-and-take
in ideas and in the full development 
of the human personality."
Noting that in view recent scientific 
achievements a sense of destruction 
and fear pervades," Dr.
Widenhouse emphasized the need
for strength and wisdom "on this
if tie tiny planet of ours".... man
has a single, united destiny, and
must achieve it as a human race
or we all will disappear."
"Recent scientific achievements
have failed to brighten the future
of the human race," Dr. Widenhouse 
said He likened scientific
developments to "he creation of
Frankenstein." He scoffed at the
theory that man will never use
weapons of mass destruction because 
he is "afraid" to do so "There
is nothing in our history to support
this theory," he said.
Dr. Widenhouse concluded, "If
we are to have peace in our time,
we must encourage these three elements 
of higher education and
recognize the fatherhood of God
and the brotherhood of man."
President Hollis F. Price, wo introduced 
the speaker, received a
cheer from the audience when he
announced that the American Missionary 
Society founder of LeMoyne, 
had given the college $25.000 
toward the building of a library 
which LeMoyne hopes will be
up by 1960. The AMA also offered
a $25.000 endowment for the library 
which the college must matchin 
a year.
Another endowment — this one
worth $10,000 — came from the
Danforth Foundation. This gift
must also be matched within a year.
President Price said LeMoyne
now has $78.000 for the library, the
AMA grant inclusive.
Three trustees whose three-year
terms had expired were re-elected
to the Board of Trustees William F.
Frazier of New York, T. R. McLeMore, 
treasurer of the local
United Negro College Fund and
Dr. J. E Walker insurance executive, 
both of Memphis.

DANFORTH GIVES $10,000

to be studded carefully."
Dr. Widenhouse gave three functions 
of higher education: (1) custodian 
of knowledge; (2) transmission 
of that knowledge; (3) development 
of the individual personality
to its fullest fruitation. He said that
regardless of the fulfillment of
the first two purposes, not to fullfill 
the third "might result in the
individual going out into the world
as a tragic failure". He said that
these three functions are "well met
by the liberal ants college.... LeMoyne 
is noted for its give-and-take
in ideas and in the full development 
of the human personality."
Noting that in view recent scientific 
achievements a sense of destruction 
and fear pervades," Dr.
Widenhouse emphasized the need
for strength and wisdom "on this
if tie tiny planet of ours".... man
has a single, united destiny, and
must achieve it as a human race
or we all will disappear."
"Recent scientific achievements
have failed to brighten the future
of the human race," Dr. Widenhouse 
said He likened scientific
developments to "he creation of
Frankenstein." He scoffed at the
theory that man will never use
weapons of mass destruction because 
he is "afraid" to do so "There
is nothing in our history to support
this theory," he said.
Dr. Widenhouse concluded, "If
we are to have peace in our time,
we must encourage these three elements 
of higher education and
recognize the fatherhood of God
and the brotherhood of man."
President Hollis F. Price, wo introduced 
the speaker, received a
cheer from the audience when he
announced that the American Missionary 
Society founder of LeMoyne, 
had given the college $25.000 
toward the building of a library 
which LeMoyne hopes will be
up by 1960. The AMA also offered
a $25.000 endowment for the library 
which the college must matchin 
a year.
Another endowment — this one
worth $10,000 — came from the
Danforth Foundation. This gift
must also be matched within a year.
President Price said LeMoyne
now has $78.000 for the library, the
AMA grant inclusive.
Three trustees whose three-year
terms had expired were re-elected
to the Board of Trustees William F.
Frazier of New York, T. R. McLeMore, 
treasurer of the local
United Negro College Fund and
Dr. J. E Walker insurance executive, 
both of Memphis.

JUSTICE, MY BROTHER!
JAMES KEENE'S powerful new novel
© Copyright 1957, by James Keene; reprinted by permission of the novel's publisher, Random
House Inc.: distributed by King Features Syndicate.


"SOMOKE, take Bill to the horse
trough and clean him up,"
Cord said to me.
I stared at him, wondering why
he should even care. He made an
impatient gesture with his hand.
"Go on, do as you're told now."
I put my hands under Bill's
armpits and with a little grunting
staggered outside with him. The
news of the fight had spread;
exactly how always remained a
mystery with me as no one had
left Lanahan's place since it had
started. A dozen of Ponca City's
citizens were stomping down the
boardwalk as I got Bill around
the hitch rail and on the edge of
the trough. The water wasn't
what I'd choose to wash with, but
this wasn't the time to get fussy.
I let Bill down as easy as I could,
but he slipped and fell in.
One of the men laughed and I
looked at him. "You think that
was funny?" I asked. You may
wonder about my taking Bill's
side this way, but I ought to explain 
about me, if you haven't already 
guessed it: I like everybody; 
that's my failing. Don't
have an enemy in the world.
Bill Hageman was sputtering
and trying to sit up now. I took
off his neckerchief and bathed his
face. Cord had made a real mess
of it and Bill was going to wear a
few scars as a reminder for the
rest of his life. His eyes were beginning 
to focus and he looked at
me. All he saw was that I was
an O'Dare and he knocked my
hands away from him. At another
time this would have made me
sore, hut not then. I stood there
and waited and when he began
to sag again, I helped him sit up.
He knew he couldn't make it alone
and he said, "Will you help me,
Smoke?"
Now I figure it takes a pretty
big man to put his feelings aside
like that, so I hoisted him to his
feet and we started across the
street to Julie's buggy. The crowd
followed but I paid them little
mind. Bill couldn't do anything
but lay down so I helped him
settle in the back of the rig. He

threw an arm across his face to
keep off the sun.
I turned around and looked at
everyone in general. "Ain't you
people got business someplace
else?"
Sam Buckner, who ran the feed
store, squinted at me. "You
O'Dares is gettin' pretty pecky,
ain't you, Smoke?"
"You'd better drift, Sam," I
said, and meant it. Normally I
don't pick fights, but I'm capable 
of handling those that come
my way.
For a minute I thought Sam
was going to try me for size, but
finally he scratched his head and
said, "Hell, where's the profit?
You fight one O'Dare and you
got to fight 'em all. Too hot for
that." He turned and pushed his
way through and others followed
him until I was alone by the
buggy.
Not alone exactly, for Julie
came out of the Bon Marche, saw
the crowd breaking up and came
on with a quickened step. By
the time she was near enough to
see Bill stretched out, she just
let go of her parcels and parasol
and ran toward, him. She looked
at her brother and then at me
and the glance she gave me was
meant to kill me dead as could
be. There wasn't anything I
could say; the best thing was to
leave her alone and give her time
to figure out it wasn't my fault.
So I went along the walk and
gathered up the things she'd
dropped and placed them in the
buggy.
She was angry. As angry as
I'd ever seen her, but she no
longer pointed her anger at me.
"Smoke," she said with frightening 
quietness, "just give me one
good reason why this happened."
"Argument," I said, being purposely 
vague. "Honest, Julie,
there wasn't anything I could do.
They just lit into each other."
"I've been praying this would
never happen," she said. Then
she looked past me, toward Lanahan's, 
and from the way her expression 
hardened, I knew that
Cord had stepped out.
Now some men would have
walked a wide berth around
Julie until she cooled off, but
Cord wasn't built that way. He
untied our horses and led them
across the street. When I looked
at him his face was expressionless 
and if he was a bit sorry for
what he had done, then he sure
wasn't showing any of it to either
of us.
Julie faced him squarely. "You
gave me your promise that there
wouldn't be trouble. Is this all
your word's worth, Cord?"
"You knew this tad to happen," 
he said.
"If I was a man I'd shoot you,"
Julie Hageman said evenly.
Cord smiled faintly. He stood
with his head tipped forward, the
lock of hair bobbing slightly. His
eyes held Julie's, as though there
were so many secrets between
them that a little thing like his
beating up her brother wasn't going 
to destroy them. He spoke
so softly that I almost didn't
catch his words.
"Would you, Julie? Would you
really shoot me?"
He didn't wait for an answer;
I guess he knew it, and I could
guess close enough. He just
stepped around his horse and
swung up. There wasn't anything 
I could do but to follow.
Julie stood by the back of the
buggy, her eyes never leaving
Cord's face.
I said, "I'm sure sorry, Julie."
I doubt that she even heard
me. Cord rode "out and I sided
him and at the end of the street
I looked back in time to see Julie
turn to her brother.
For a time Cord and I rode
without speaking. The mid-morning 
sun was scalding and I pulled
my hat low to cut the mounting
glare. After a while Cord paused
to roll a smoke. I said, "You
really think Bill Hageman's a
rustler, Cord?"
"Someone is," he said. "Cattle
don't just disappear, Smoke."
"Hell, Vince Randolf could..."
"Vince don't have the guts,"
Cord said quickly. He puffed on
the cigarette. "Figure it out for
yourself, Smoke. A calf is weaned; 
then disappears. No brand,
nothing to identify him." He
paused to can the vast stretch
of flats. "There's a hundred
gullies out there, Smoke. Gullies
where a man could hold a few
head for a week or so without
there being one chance in a hundred 
of their beings-found."
"But where would the rustler
sell 'em?"
He looked at me, kind of
squinty-eyed. "One of these days
I think I'll take a ride up to
Rindo's Springs and have a talk
with Heck Overland. There may
be some shipping going on there
that we don't know about."
He grinned at me. "You make
light of what happened in Lanahan's 
in case Ma should ask you,
you understand?"
"Sure, Cord. Anything you
say."
He laughed then and rapped
me on the shoulder with his fist.
"Come on, let's get home. We
got a new woman in the house,
and she ain't at all hard to look
at." He jabbed his horse with
his heels and rode ahead of me,
letting me eat his dust...


WHAT IS HAPPENING
JAMES KEENE'S powerful new novel
© Copyright 1957, by James Keene; reprinted by permission of the novel's publisher, Random
House Inc.: distributed by King Features Syndicate.


"SOMOKE, take Bill to the horse
trough and clean him up,"
Cord said to me.
I stared at him, wondering why
he should even care. He made an
impatient gesture with his hand.
"Go on, do as you're told now."
I put my hands under Bill's
armpits and with a little grunting
staggered outside with him. The
news of the fight had spread;
exactly how always remained a
mystery with me as no one had
left Lanahan's place since it had
started. A dozen of Ponca City's
citizens were stomping down the
boardwalk as I got Bill around
the hitch rail and on the edge of
the trough. The water wasn't
what I'd choose to wash with, but
this wasn't the time to get fussy.
I let Bill down as easy as I could,
but he slipped and fell in.
One of the men laughed and I
looked at him. "You think that
was funny?" I asked. You may
wonder about my taking Bill's
side this way, but I ought to explain 
about me, if you haven't already 
guessed it: I like everybody; 
that's my failing. Don't
have an enemy in the world.
Bill Hageman was sputtering
and trying to sit up now. I took
off his neckerchief and bathed his
face. Cord had made a real mess
of it and Bill was going to wear a
few scars as a reminder for the
rest of his life. His eyes were beginning 
to focus and he looked at
me. All he saw was that I was
an O'Dare and he knocked my
hands away from him. At another
time this would have made me
sore, hut not then. I stood there
and waited and when he began
to sag again, I helped him sit up.
He knew he couldn't make it alone
and he said, "Will you help me,
Smoke?"
Now I figure it takes a pretty
big man to put his feelings aside
like that, so I hoisted him to his
feet and we started across the
street to Julie's buggy. The crowd
followed but I paid them little
mind. Bill couldn't do anything
but lay down so I helped him
settle in the back of the rig. He

threw an arm across his face to
keep off the sun.
I turned around and looked at
everyone in general. "Ain't you
people got business someplace
else?"
Sam Buckner, who ran the feed
store, squinted at me. "You
O'Dares is gettin' pretty pecky,
ain't you, Smoke?"
"You'd better drift, Sam," I
said, and meant it. Normally I
don't pick fights, but I'm capable 
of handling those that come
my way.
For a minute I thought Sam
was going to try me for size, but
finally he scratched his head and
said, "Hell, where's the profit?
You fight one O'Dare and you
got to fight 'em all. Too hot for
that." He turned and pushed his
way through and others followed
him until I was alone by the
buggy.
Not alone exactly, for Julie
came out of the Bon Marche, saw
the crowd breaking up and came
on with a quickened step. By
the time she was near enough to
see Bill stretched out, she just
let go of her parcels and parasol
and ran toward, him. She looked
at her brother and then at me
and the glance she gave me was
meant to kill me dead as could
be. There wasn't anything I
could say; the best thing was to
leave her alone and give her time
to figure out it wasn't my fault.
So I went along the walk and
gathered up the things she'd
dropped and placed them in the
buggy.
She was angry. As angry as
I'd ever seen her, but she no
longer pointed her anger at me.
"Smoke," she said with frightening 
quietness, "just give me one
good reason why this happened."
"Argument," I said, being purposely 
vague. "Honest, Julie,
there wasn't anything I could do.
They just lit into each other."
"I've been praying this would
never happen," she said. Then
she looked past me, toward Lanahan's, 
and from the way her expression 
hardened, I knew that
Cord had stepped out.
Now some men would have
walked a wide berth around
Julie until she cooled off, but
Cord wasn't built that way. He
untied our horses and led them
across the street. When I looked
at him his face was expressionless 
and if he was a bit sorry for
what he had done, then he sure
wasn't showing any of it to either
of us.
Julie faced him squarely. "You
gave me your promise that there
wouldn't be trouble. Is this all
your word's worth, Cord?"
"You knew this tad to happen," 
he said.
"If I was a man I'd shoot you,"
Julie Hageman said evenly.
Cord smiled faintly. He stood
with his head tipped forward, the
lock of hair bobbing slightly. His
eyes held Julie's, as though there
were so many secrets between
them that a little thing like his
beating up her brother wasn't going 
to destroy them. He spoke
so softly that I almost didn't
catch his words.
"Would you, Julie? Would you
really shoot me?"
He didn't wait for an answer;
I guess he knew it, and I could
guess close enough. He just
stepped around his horse and
swung up. There wasn't anything 
I could do but to follow.
Julie stood by the back of the
buggy, her eyes never leaving
Cord's face.
I said, "I'm sure sorry, Julie."
I doubt that she even heard
me. Cord rode "out and I sided
him and at the end of the street
I looked back in time to see Julie
turn to her brother.
For a time Cord and I rode
without speaking. The mid-morning 
sun was scalding and I pulled
my hat low to cut the mounting
glare. After a while Cord paused
to roll a smoke. I said, "You
really think Bill Hageman's a
rustler, Cord?"
"Someone is," he said. "Cattle
don't just disappear, Smoke."
"Hell, Vince Randolf could..."
"Vince don't have the guts,"
Cord said quickly. He puffed on
the cigarette. "Figure it out for
yourself, Smoke. A calf is weaned; 
then disappears. No brand,
nothing to identify him." He
paused to can the vast stretch
of flats. "There's a hundred
gullies out there, Smoke. Gullies
where a man could hold a few
head for a week or so without
there being one chance in a hundred 
of their beings-found."
"But where would the rustler
sell 'em?"
He looked at me, kind of
squinty-eyed. "One of these days
I think I'll take a ride up to
Rindo's Springs and have a talk
with Heck Overland. There may
be some shipping going on there
that we don't know about."
He grinned at me. "You make
light of what happened in Lanahan's 
in case Ma should ask you,
you understand?"
"Sure, Cord. Anything you
say."
He laughed then and rapped
me on the shoulder with his fist.
"Come on, let's get home. We
got a new woman in the house,
and she ain't at all hard to look
at." He jabbed his horse with
his heels and rode ahead of me,
letting me eat his dust...


CHAPTER 7
JAMES KEENE'S powerful new novel
© Copyright 1957, by James Keene; reprinted by permission of the novel's publisher, Random
House Inc.: distributed by King Features Syndicate.


"SOMOKE, take Bill to the horse
trough and clean him up,"
Cord said to me.
I stared at him, wondering why
he should even care. He made an
impatient gesture with his hand.
"Go on, do as you're told now."
I put my hands under Bill's
armpits and with a little grunting
staggered outside with him. The
news of the fight had spread;
exactly how always remained a
mystery with me as no one had
left Lanahan's place since it had
started. A dozen of Ponca City's
citizens were stomping down the
boardwalk as I got Bill around
the hitch rail and on the edge of
the trough. The water wasn't
what I'd choose to wash with, but
this wasn't the time to get fussy.
I let Bill down as easy as I could,
but he slipped and fell in.
One of the men laughed and I
looked at him. "You think that
was funny?" I asked. You may
wonder about my taking Bill's
side this way, but I ought to explain 
about me, if you haven't already 
guessed it: I like everybody; 
that's my failing. Don't
have an enemy in the world.
Bill Hageman was sputtering
and trying to sit up now. I took
off his neckerchief and bathed his
face. Cord had made a real mess
of it and Bill was going to wear a
few scars as a reminder for the
rest of his life. His eyes were beginning 
to focus and he looked at
me. All he saw was that I was
an O'Dare and he knocked my
hands away from him. At another
time this would have made me
sore, hut not then. I stood there
and waited and when he began
to sag again, I helped him sit up.
He knew he couldn't make it alone
and he said, "Will you help me,
Smoke?"
Now I figure it takes a pretty
big man to put his feelings aside
like that, so I hoisted him to his
feet and we started across the
street to Julie's buggy. The crowd
followed but I paid them little
mind. Bill couldn't do anything
but lay down so I helped him
settle in the back of the rig. He

threw an arm across his face to
keep off the sun.
I turned around and looked at
everyone in general. "Ain't you
people got business someplace
else?"
Sam Buckner, who ran the feed
store, squinted at me. "You
O'Dares is gettin' pretty pecky,
ain't you, Smoke?"
"You'd better drift, Sam," I
said, and meant it. Normally I
don't pick fights, but I'm capable 
of handling those that come
my way.
For a minute I thought Sam
was going to try me for size, but
finally he scratched his head and
said, "Hell, where's the profit?
You fight one O'Dare and you
got to fight 'em all. Too hot for
that." He turned and pushed his
way through and others followed
him until I was alone by the
buggy.
Not alone exactly, for Julie
came out of the Bon Marche, saw
the crowd breaking up and came
on with a quickened step. By
the time she was near enough to
see Bill stretched out, she just
let go of her parcels and parasol
and ran toward, him. She looked
at her brother and then at me
and the glance she gave me was
meant to kill me dead as could
be. There wasn't anything I
could say; the best thing was to
leave her alone and give her time
to figure out it wasn't my fault.
So I went along the walk and
gathered up the things she'd
dropped and placed them in the
buggy.
She was angry. As angry as
I'd ever seen her, but she no
longer pointed her anger at me.
"Smoke," she said with frightening 
quietness, "just give me one
good reason why this happened."
"Argument," I said, being purposely 
vague. "Honest, Julie,
there wasn't anything I could do.
They just lit into each other."
"I've been praying this would
never happen," she said. Then
she looked past me, toward Lanahan's, 
and from the way her expression 
hardened, I knew that
Cord had stepped out.
Now some men would have
walked a wide berth around
Julie until she cooled off, but
Cord wasn't built that way. He
untied our horses and led them
across the street. When I looked
at him his face was expressionless 
and if he was a bit sorry for
what he had done, then he sure
wasn't showing any of it to either
of us.
Julie faced him squarely. "You
gave me your promise that there
wouldn't be trouble. Is this all
your word's worth, Cord?"
"You knew this tad to happen," 
he said.
"If I was a man I'd shoot you,"
Julie Hageman said evenly.
Cord smiled faintly. He stood
with his head tipped forward, the
lock of hair bobbing slightly. His
eyes held Julie's, as though there
were so many secrets between
them that a little thing like his
beating up her brother wasn't going 
to destroy them. He spoke
so softly that I almost didn't
catch his words.
"Would you, Julie? Would you
really shoot me?"
He didn't wait for an answer;
I guess he knew it, and I could
guess close enough. He just
stepped around his horse and
swung up. There wasn't anything 
I could do but to follow.
Julie stood by the back of the
buggy, her eyes never leaving
Cord's face.
I said, "I'm sure sorry, Julie."
I doubt that she even heard
me. Cord rode "out and I sided
him and at the end of the street
I looked back in time to see Julie
turn to her brother.
For a time Cord and I rode
without speaking. The mid-morning 
sun was scalding and I pulled
my hat low to cut the mounting
glare. After a while Cord paused
to roll a smoke. I said, "You
really think Bill Hageman's a
rustler, Cord?"
"Someone is," he said. "Cattle
don't just disappear, Smoke."
"Hell, Vince Randolf could..."
"Vince don't have the guts,"
Cord said quickly. He puffed on
the cigarette. "Figure it out for
yourself, Smoke. A calf is weaned; 
then disappears. No brand,
nothing to identify him." He
paused to can the vast stretch
of flats. "There's a hundred
gullies out there, Smoke. Gullies
where a man could hold a few
head for a week or so without
there being one chance in a hundred 
of their beings-found."
"But where would the rustler
sell 'em?"
He looked at me, kind of
squinty-eyed. "One of these days
I think I'll take a ride up to
Rindo's Springs and have a talk
with Heck Overland. There may
be some shipping going on there
that we don't know about."
He grinned at me. "You make
light of what happened in Lanahan's 
in case Ma should ask you,
you understand?"
"Sure, Cord. Anything you
say."
He laughed then and rapped
me on the shoulder with his fist.
"Come on, let's get home. We
got a new woman in the house,
and she ain't at all hard to look
at." He jabbed his horse with
his heels and rode ahead of me,
letting me eat his dust...


Bishop's Award Comes As
No Surprise On Monday
When Dr. Walter W. Gibson,
acting LeMoyne dean, announced
that James Joseph Bishop was the
recipient of a bachelor of Science
degree in natural science with highest 
honors and with distinction, it
came as no surprise to LeMoyne
students.
President of the Student Council, 
Alpha Phi Alpha Fraternity.
Alpha Kappa Mu Honor Society,
a member of the NAACP, Pan Hellenic 
Council and other campus
organizations, possessor of five 3point 
averages (all "A's"). Bishop
was obviously far ahead of the
rest of his class.
And to make it more evident that
Bishop would take all possible
graduation honors, it had been
highly publicized he had received
a grant from the Danforth Foundation 
which will enable him to
study through to the doctorate in
chemistry at reputable Massachusetts 
Institute of Technology—
(M.I.T.).
After Dr. Gibson, verbally exhausted 
from reading the long list
of. Bishop's achievements, finished
the citation, a tremendous ovation
came from the crowd. Mr. and
Mrs. Jesse Bishop, Jimmy's proud
parents, were noticeably elated, as
were friends and other well-wishers. 
It was the grand climax of the
commencement, although there were
several seniors who came behind
the LeMoynite who is the first
student to receive such high honors 
since 1945.
The colorful commencement ceremony 
was held under the trees of
the college campus in front of
Brownlee Hall with a rainbowtinted 
sunset that illuminated the
west, the proceedings depicted a

classical and healthy atmosphere
with only the annoyance of a few
pesky bugs. The LeMoyne faculty
members, trustees and officials,
their multi-hued hoods, and robes
a striking contrast marched with
the black-robed seniors to "Praise
Ye The Fathers.
C. Arthur Bruce, chairman of the
Board of Trustees, conferred the
degrees with vigor after a pep
talk that many couldn't believe that
the; well-known lumberman had
considered retiring from the board
this year "because of age." He shook
the hands of 44 graduates.
Students graduating with honor
were Miss Myrna Bond, Mrs. Celia
Williams and Ezekial Owens.

STANDING OVATION
When Dr. Walter W. Gibson,
acting LeMoyne dean, announced
that James Joseph Bishop was the
recipient of a bachelor of Science
degree in natural science with highest 
honors and with distinction, it
came as no surprise to LeMoyne
students.
President of the Student Council, 
Alpha Phi Alpha Fraternity.
Alpha Kappa Mu Honor Society,
a member of the NAACP, Pan Hellenic 
Council and other campus
organizations, possessor of five 3point 
averages (all "A's"). Bishop
was obviously far ahead of the
rest of his class.
And to make it more evident that
Bishop would take all possible
graduation honors, it had been
highly publicized he had received
a grant from the Danforth Foundation 
which will enable him to
study through to the doctorate in
chemistry at reputable Massachusetts 
Institute of Technology—
(M.I.T.).
After Dr. Gibson, verbally exhausted 
from reading the long list
of. Bishop's achievements, finished
the citation, a tremendous ovation
came from the crowd. Mr. and
Mrs. Jesse Bishop, Jimmy's proud
parents, were noticeably elated, as
were friends and other well-wishers. 
It was the grand climax of the
commencement, although there were
several seniors who came behind
the LeMoynite who is the first
student to receive such high honors 
since 1945.
The colorful commencement ceremony 
was held under the trees of
the college campus in front of
Brownlee Hall with a rainbowtinted 
sunset that illuminated the
west, the proceedings depicted a

classical and healthy atmosphere
with only the annoyance of a few
pesky bugs. The LeMoyne faculty
members, trustees and officials,
their multi-hued hoods, and robes
a striking contrast marched with
the black-robed seniors to "Praise
Ye The Fathers.
C. Arthur Bruce, chairman of the
Board of Trustees, conferred the
degrees with vigor after a pep
talk that many couldn't believe that
the; well-known lumberman had
considered retiring from the board
this year "because of age." He shook
the hands of 44 graduates.
Students graduating with honor
were Miss Myrna Bond, Mrs. Celia
Williams and Ezekial Owens.

BECGE ENERGETIC
When Dr. Walter W. Gibson,
acting LeMoyne dean, announced
that James Joseph Bishop was the
recipient of a bachelor of Science
degree in natural science with highest 
honors and with distinction, it
came as no surprise to LeMoyne
students.
President of the Student Council, 
Alpha Phi Alpha Fraternity.
Alpha Kappa Mu Honor Society,
a member of the NAACP, Pan Hellenic 
Council and other campus
organizations, possessor of five 3point 
averages (all "A's"). Bishop
was obviously far ahead of the
rest of his class.
And to make it more evident that
Bishop would take all possible
graduation honors, it had been
highly publicized he had received
a grant from the Danforth Foundation 
which will enable him to
study through to the doctorate in
chemistry at reputable Massachusetts 
Institute of Technology—
(M.I.T.).
After Dr. Gibson, verbally exhausted 
from reading the long list
of. Bishop's achievements, finished
the citation, a tremendous ovation
came from the crowd. Mr. and
Mrs. Jesse Bishop, Jimmy's proud
parents, were noticeably elated, as
were friends and other well-wishers. 
It was the grand climax of the
commencement, although there were
several seniors who came behind
the LeMoynite who is the first
student to receive such high honors 
since 1945.
The colorful commencement ceremony 
was held under the trees of
the college campus in front of
Brownlee Hall with a rainbowtinted 
sunset that illuminated the
west, the proceedings depicted a

classical and healthy atmosphere
with only the annoyance of a few
pesky bugs. The LeMoyne faculty
members, trustees and officials,
their multi-hued hoods, and robes
a striking contrast marched with
the black-robed seniors to "Praise
Ye The Fathers.
C. Arthur Bruce, chairman of the
Board of Trustees, conferred the
degrees with vigor after a pep
talk that many couldn't believe that
the; well-known lumberman had
considered retiring from the board
this year "because of age." He shook
the hands of 44 graduates.
Students graduating with honor
were Miss Myrna Bond, Mrs. Celia
Williams and Ezekial Owens.

Man Accused

the courts.
J. B: Huff, chairman of the
Safety Board, refused comment on
the grand jury's action and the
statement by Sol. Land. He said
the matter may come up at the
board's June 11 meeting. The chairman 
said the board may take action 
in the cases of Odum and
Brown if they are no longer under
charge.
A check of the grand jury files
show that the charges against
Odum and Brown were not yet dismissed. 

Another Negro, Paul James Biggers, 
also a former employee of the
clothing store, was indicted by the
grand jury on 21 counts of larceny
in connection with the clothes valued 
at $1.185.
Solicitor Land said all three of
the suspended officers were subpoened 
to appear before the grand
jury to testify against Biggers and
Howard. Land said all three declined 
to testify on the ground that

to do so might incriminate them.
Nine other Negroes were also
charged with receiving-stolen goods
on May 7 along with the three policemen. 
Their cases are being
checked to determine their relation
to Howard.

COMMENT. REFUSED

the courts.
J. B: Huff, chairman of the
Safety Board, refused comment on
the grand jury's action and the
statement by Sol. Land. He said
the matter may come up at the
board's June 11 meeting. The chairman 
said the board may take action 
in the cases of Odum and
Brown if they are no longer under
charge.
A check of the grand jury files
show that the charges against
Odum and Brown were not yet dismissed. 

Another Negro, Paul James Biggers, 
also a former employee of the
clothing store, was indicted by the
grand jury on 21 counts of larceny
in connection with the clothes valued 
at $1.185.
Solicitor Land said all three of
the suspended officers were subpoened 
to appear before the grand
jury to testify against Biggers and
Howard. Land said all three declined 
to testify on the ground that

to do so might incriminate them.
Nine other Negroes were also
charged with receiving-stolen goods
on May 7 along with the three policemen. 
Their cases are being
checked to determine their relation
to Howard.

Memphian Awarded

squad.
At Blackburn, he will enroll in
the liberal arts.
It is the policy of the college not
to announce the amount of the
award.
Scholarships at Blackburn are
based upon academic record,
achievement in extra-curricular
activities and community life, and
character of the applicant as related 
to his need in order that he
may attend college.
Each student at Blackburn. College 
works 1-5 hours a week at some
task necessary for the maintenance
and operation of "the College. In
addition to his work, a student pays
$750 to cast each year for board,
room, tuition, an fees. Scholarship
awards reduce the bash fee.