Memphis World Memphis World Publishing Co. 1953-05-26 James H. Purdy, Jr. MEMPHIS WORLD AMERICA'S STANDARD RACE JOURNAL The South's Oldest and Leading Colored Semi-Weekly Newspaper Published by MEMPHIS WORLD PUBLISHING CO. Every TUESDAY and FRIDAY at 164 BEALE — Phone 8-4030 Entered in the Post Office at Memphis, Tenn., as second-class mail under the Act of Congress, March 1, 1870 Member of SCOTT NEWSPAPER SYNDICATE W. A. Scott, II, Founder; C. A. Scott, General Manager JAMES H. PURDY, JR. Editor MRS. ROSA BROWN BRACEY Advertising Manager The MEMPHIS WORLD is an independent newspaper — non sectarian and non-partisan, printing news unbiasedly and supporting those things it believes to be of interest to its readers and opposing those things against the interest of its readers. SUBSCRIPTION RATES: Year $5.00 — 6 Months $3.00 — 3 Months $1.50 (In Advance) Youth Pays Heavily In Korea A major life insurance company reported recently that soldiers killed in Korea are much younger than the average soldier killed in World War II. In fact, that company's records showed that death among policy-holders under twenty were twice as great, from a percentage standpoint, as they were in World War II. One reason for this is the current practice of exempting older men from service because of their participation in World War II, which is only fair. Thus the younger group, too young to serve in World War II, is filling a large portion of the draft quota. The insurance company's figures showed that only three-fifths of all deaths among military personnel insured by the company were from enemy action. A full third of all deaths were caused by accidents. Only a small percentage of the total deaths were the result of disease. It is regrettable to note that for every nine soldiers killed, as a result of enemy action, five were killed by accidents. While these records are only those of one large insurance company, they indicate that the accident record exacts a toll which might possibly be reduced. Rural Improvement When Thomas Jefferson envisioned the young Republic as art agrarian country of fluttering corn tassels, singing peasants in the long cotton rows and huge barns bursting at the sides in time of golden harvest jubilee, he had no dream of another Thomas, (Edison) coming along with the suggestions of electrons and gadgets, that at one press of a button would turn factory wheels from Canada to Key West; throw pictures for miles away on the walls of remote country living rooms and release horses and mules from buggies and plows. The sunny Tennessee River at that time was made for shaggy haired poets and found its immortality in such lines as: "Up in Sunny Tennessee" and "Flow Along You Tennessee." All down that stream now are factories dotting every elbow; labor unions, politicians and "hill-billies" have brought about a revolution that startles the world. The Wright Brothers had not come along to make the elements, which early pioneers thought a resting place for the departed dead, a veritable roadside. These visitants have made their impact in farm life and far back in the rurals, one finds the tillers of the soil, with facilities for hot and cold baths; buttons when pressed turn the kitchen into a rumbling and roaring commotion of dishwashers, washing machines and deep-freezers. In many a rural living room are radios, televisions and "picture windows" with their huge lamps scattering rosied glows out among the chirping crickets and creeping lizards. The rural has been definitely rehabilitated; there is the limousine, the pickup truck for hauling vegetables and fertilizers, the Diesel saws for cutting down trees and hacking firewood where they do not already have gas and electric heat for comfort, cooking and ironing the clothes. In the rurals, the dark past is gone forever; no longer do young boys walk, for hours to carry a message; the telephone has taken this job. Young maids, who used to meet the cows beneath the June appletree at milking time with their wooing swains leaning near by against a fence strumming love songs to the tune of moonlit mist on a banjo, must now live in the antiquity of dusting poems and obsolete legends. The rural has made a magic stride, for there are those among us who still remember oxcarts around country churches, barefoot Christians, reposing on a log in front of the church, putting shoes on tired and dusty feet, getting ready to wave Turkey-feather fans and that good old time religion. A pity that the old order, in which boys had to walk five and six miles per day to school with one book in hand and plowing the same mule from Monday morning 'til Saturday noon, did not pass on before the "cream of the crop" was run out of the rurals and away from the farms. Yes, the rurals have definitely come back and how long it Will take the singing van 'that made America famous to follow tuit is the sixty-four dollar question. Good Sense Shown In Atlanta Election (From The Chicago Sun-Times) Dr. Rufus E. Clement, president of Atlanta University, has been nominated for the board of education of Atlanta, Ga. Nomination is equivalent to election. Dr. Clement is a Negro and the first of his race to win a citywide public office in Atlanta since Reconstruction days. He is a graduate of Livingston College of Salisbury, Garrett Theological Seminary and Northwestern University. The defeated candidate is J. H. Landers, who has been a school board member since 1927. Atlanta showed commendable good judgment in picking an educator for an education post regardless of his race. The nomination was one more piece of evidence of a growing spirit of good will between the races that is emerging in the South. A Negro recently was elected to the Augusta (Ga.) school board. Negroes have been elected within the last year to the City councils of five cities in North Carolina and one in South Carolina. Dr. Clement, after his victory, commented that "the people of the South are far ahead of what some think they are... The white population is ready to try to work constructively with the Negro population." We hope this good news is widely spread throughout the world, in which the white race is a minority. BETWEEN THE LINES There are those who refuse to sell the South short, in spite of some distressing happenings which from time to time mar the pages of the south's history. There are some Sordid incidents which are best forgotten; but all in all, the South of today is a big improvement on the South of yesterday, just as the South of tomorrow will be a bigger improvement on the South of today. Great souls do not wait for great happenings and events to actually transpire, but can divine them and see them afar. The great entrepreneur is not the one who follows others' lead, but who initiates and originates, even as Henry Ford did in mass production of auotomibles or as Woolworth did when we saw the advantage of making a paltry profit on myriad sales. Ford and Woolworth were economic statesmen and business prophets who blessed their generation. Booker T. Washington wag such an entrepreneur in race relations. He inaugurated almost every departure that has propelled the Negro race forward these years since emancipation, especially in those areas of economic endeavors. Booker T. Washington long ago raised the question of whether the Negro should seek other climes than his native southland or whether the Negro should let down his bucket where he was. It is true that millions have sought their fortunes in other regions than the South and have been wonderful rewarded. But the Negroes who let down their bucket at Washington's behest have also been wonderfully rewarded. This writer happened to be in Atlanta when the city was voting the other day for mayor. The incumbent had been elected four, times and was seeking a fifth term. He was opposed by a candidate who dead-heated him in his fourth candidacy. Strangely enough, the incumbent, Hartsfield, has been invariably inclined to be mayor of all the people, Negroes included. His opponent. Brown, has been rather inclined to string along with the Talmadge line which is in essence anti-Negro. Since their last contest was so close and the mayor's margin of victory was a matter of hundreds of votes, the South had its eyes on Atlanta to see if the reactionary forces of Talmadgism would prevail. Hartsfield made ho denial of the fact that he would welcome the support of Negroes, while Brown feigned an indifference to their support. Hartsfield swept the field and sent Brown down to a crushing defeat Negroes-phobism did not pay off for Brown An attempt at fairness and justice paid off of Hartsfield. Negro and white Atlanta combined their forces and returned to office a statesman and repudiated a politicians who in this late day is still trying to exploit race prejudice for political ends. But the glory of the current Atlanta election stemmed about the election of Dr. Rufus Clement, renowned president of Atlanta university, as the first Negro to the Atlanta Board of Education. When Brown was conceding the election of Hartsfield, he dwelt at length on the evils of blocvoting by which he claimed the Negroes so effectively used to effect his political downfall. But the fuller analysis of the elections returns showed that not only did President clement unseat a white man with a long term on the Board of Education, but that Dr. Clement's election was due to an overwhelming support, of whites Whereas Negroes supported Dr. Clement to the number of more than 9,000 votes, whites gave him 13,000 votes which gave him greater total than the mayor received The point or this column is to show what a change is taking place in the South. When Atlanta votes out a white incumbent of many years and votes in a Negro, we are in very truth seeing strange things today. Quite as significant as the election outcome was the tantamount fact that it was not merely a matter of whites supporting a Negro in a southern election; it was the more important fact that they had a fine Negro candidate to support. Dr. Clement, an eminent educator of nationwide fame, fully deserved the victory that Atlanta gave him. So the signal victory was not alone important because Dr. Clement is a Negro; but because he was eminently qualified for the position to which he aspired. When the South begins to prefer men on the basis of their worth and not their color, the south may easily become the moral Mecca of the world. The better South has been heard from. What results! THE BETTER SOUTH HEARD FROM There are those who refuse to sell the South short, in spite of some distressing happenings which from time to time mar the pages of the south's history. There are some Sordid incidents which are best forgotten; but all in all, the South of today is a big improvement on the South of yesterday, just as the South of tomorrow will be a bigger improvement on the South of today. Great souls do not wait for great happenings and events to actually transpire, but can divine them and see them afar. The great entrepreneur is not the one who follows others' lead, but who initiates and originates, even as Henry Ford did in mass production of auotomibles or as Woolworth did when we saw the advantage of making a paltry profit on myriad sales. Ford and Woolworth were economic statesmen and business prophets who blessed their generation. Booker T. Washington wag such an entrepreneur in race relations. He inaugurated almost every departure that has propelled the Negro race forward these years since emancipation, especially in those areas of economic endeavors. Booker T. Washington long ago raised the question of whether the Negro should seek other climes than his native southland or whether the Negro should let down his bucket where he was. It is true that millions have sought their fortunes in other regions than the South and have been wonderful rewarded. But the Negroes who let down their bucket at Washington's behest have also been wonderfully rewarded. This writer happened to be in Atlanta when the city was voting the other day for mayor. The incumbent had been elected four, times and was seeking a fifth term. He was opposed by a candidate who dead-heated him in his fourth candidacy. Strangely enough, the incumbent, Hartsfield, has been invariably inclined to be mayor of all the people, Negroes included. His opponent. Brown, has been rather inclined to string along with the Talmadge line which is in essence anti-Negro. Since their last contest was so close and the mayor's margin of victory was a matter of hundreds of votes, the South had its eyes on Atlanta to see if the reactionary forces of Talmadgism would prevail. Hartsfield made ho denial of the fact that he would welcome the support of Negroes, while Brown feigned an indifference to their support. Hartsfield swept the field and sent Brown down to a crushing defeat Negroes-phobism did not pay off for Brown An attempt at fairness and justice paid off of Hartsfield. Negro and white Atlanta combined their forces and returned to office a statesman and repudiated a politicians who in this late day is still trying to exploit race prejudice for political ends. But the glory of the current Atlanta election stemmed about the election of Dr. Rufus Clement, renowned president of Atlanta university, as the first Negro to the Atlanta Board of Education. When Brown was conceding the election of Hartsfield, he dwelt at length on the evils of blocvoting by which he claimed the Negroes so effectively used to effect his political downfall. But the fuller analysis of the elections returns showed that not only did President clement unseat a white man with a long term on the Board of Education, but that Dr. Clement's election was due to an overwhelming support, of whites Whereas Negroes supported Dr. Clement to the number of more than 9,000 votes, whites gave him 13,000 votes which gave him greater total than the mayor received The point or this column is to show what a change is taking place in the South. When Atlanta votes out a white incumbent of many years and votes in a Negro, we are in very truth seeing strange things today. Quite as significant as the election outcome was the tantamount fact that it was not merely a matter of whites supporting a Negro in a southern election; it was the more important fact that they had a fine Negro candidate to support. Dr. Clement, an eminent educator of nationwide fame, fully deserved the victory that Atlanta gave him. So the signal victory was not alone important because Dr. Clement is a Negro; but because he was eminently qualified for the position to which he aspired. When the South begins to prefer men on the basis of their worth and not their color, the south may easily become the moral Mecca of the world. The better South has been heard from. What results! REVIEWING THE NEWS By WILLIAM GORDON Managing Editor, Atlanta Dally World. On Leave I was "green" and no different from a thousand other fellows, stumbling around the grounds of a big university looking for class rooms and seminars. On this particular day the New England weather was revealing its true colors......... it was severe and brisk. I was in real trouble. I had made a very important appointment and had little time left to reach my destination. My first impulse was to turn to someone for advice. So I hailed a postman. "Sure, I'll take you right to Oxford Street," was the reply of a stocky looking young Irish fellow. He was beaming with friendliness. Curiously enough, I was escorted to a small automobile and together we began circling the Harvard University area. The friendliness to me seemed unprecedented. It was not what I expected, even in New England. As we drove about the vicinity, he would make stops to deliver his mail. Each time He returned to the car, he would apologize for taking what he thought to be, too much time. I was enjoying every minute of the time, sitting in a comfortable automobile and gazing out through the windows of the automobile at the bright sunny, yet cold New England skies. We talked quite a bit, discussed the weather, and even his job at the post office. "You know, he said, "we have several colored fellows at the office." They are certainly a fine bunch," he added. You hate to discuss the race problem, especially at times, I found reasons to switch the conversation. But only for a brief spell. He was insistent and we had to talk about the schools, the Negro clerks in the apartment stores, Negro bus drivers and Negro personnel in other types of New, England industries. We even discussed the Massachusetts FEPC which merchants and industrialists seem to welcome. They contend the law has helped to educate white people in New England, even those who never possessed any feeling against the Negro. They find that working together has destroyed the so-called racial myth. They will tell you quickly that pigmentation is only skin deep and has no relevance with skill or ability. Finally, the car stopped in front of a yellow building, typical of Harvard. I had reached my destination and in plenty of time. We shook hands and left each other after a few brief friendly remarks, The man was completely a stranger, yet he had gone out of his way to be nice and courteous. This was New England hospitality, I thought to myself. This experience forced me to think about the South..... the charm we have preached about so long and hospitality we talk about so much. I tried to make a comparison, but found it difficult to do. This particular incident was merely one of the many I experienced while at Harvard; When I began to compare situations, my thoughts immediately ran back to police brutality, injustice in the courts, job discrimination and inadequate educational facilities. I know that much is being done to eliminate these injustices, but still there is not enough. Such an experience strikes you that those of us here, white and Negro who have the vision to realize the need of a changing civilization must work twice as hard to make it a reality. To travel gives you the feeling that much of our Southern hospitality is prefabricated and vastly lacking in genuine texture. Ask millions of New Englanders; they will tell you so. The Myth of Southern Hospitality By WILLIAM GORDON Managing Editor, Atlanta Dally World. On Leave I was "green" and no different from a thousand other fellows, stumbling around the grounds of a big university looking for class rooms and seminars. On this particular day the New England weather was revealing its true colors......... it was severe and brisk. I was in real trouble. I had made a very important appointment and had little time left to reach my destination. My first impulse was to turn to someone for advice. So I hailed a postman. "Sure, I'll take you right to Oxford Street," was the reply of a stocky looking young Irish fellow. He was beaming with friendliness. Curiously enough, I was escorted to a small automobile and together we began circling the Harvard University area. The friendliness to me seemed unprecedented. It was not what I expected, even in New England. As we drove about the vicinity, he would make stops to deliver his mail. Each time He returned to the car, he would apologize for taking what he thought to be, too much time. I was enjoying every minute of the time, sitting in a comfortable automobile and gazing out through the windows of the automobile at the bright sunny, yet cold New England skies. We talked quite a bit, discussed the weather, and even his job at the post office. "You know, he said, "we have several colored fellows at the office." They are certainly a fine bunch," he added. You hate to discuss the race problem, especially at times, I found reasons to switch the conversation. But only for a brief spell. He was insistent and we had to talk about the schools, the Negro clerks in the apartment stores, Negro bus drivers and Negro personnel in other types of New, England industries. We even discussed the Massachusetts FEPC which merchants and industrialists seem to welcome. They contend the law has helped to educate white people in New England, even those who never possessed any feeling against the Negro. They find that working together has destroyed the so-called racial myth. They will tell you quickly that pigmentation is only skin deep and has no relevance with skill or ability. Finally, the car stopped in front of a yellow building, typical of Harvard. I had reached my destination and in plenty of time. We shook hands and left each other after a few brief friendly remarks, The man was completely a stranger, yet he had gone out of his way to be nice and courteous. This was New England hospitality, I thought to myself. This experience forced me to think about the South..... the charm we have preached about so long and hospitality we talk about so much. I tried to make a comparison, but found it difficult to do. This particular incident was merely one of the many I experienced while at Harvard; When I began to compare situations, my thoughts immediately ran back to police brutality, injustice in the courts, job discrimination and inadequate educational facilities. I know that much is being done to eliminate these injustices, but still there is not enough. Such an experience strikes you that those of us here, white and Negro who have the vision to realize the need of a changing civilization must work twice as hard to make it a reality. To travel gives you the feeling that much of our Southern hospitality is prefabricated and vastly lacking in genuine texture. Ask millions of New Englanders; they will tell you so. Capital Spotlight Newspaper items to the effect that Bindley Cyrus, Chicago lawyer, has been appointed a member of the Caribbean Commission were premature. Cyrus did go to the last meeting of the commission in Surinam, but he went as an observer and not as a member of the commission. Apparently, Secretary of State John Foster Dulles had recommended Cyrus and two other persons to fill vacancies on the commission, but President Eisenhower has not yet made the appointments. Because the United States Section of the commission had no members after President Eisenhower accepted the resignations of Ward M. Canaday, Dr. Alonzo G. Moron and Sol Luis Descartes, Mr. Eisenhower designated Robert R. Robbins, a State Department officer as acting United States co-chairman, but the designation was only for the Surinam meeting. In case you're interested—Saurinam, also known as Dutch Guiana, is situated on the north coast of South America, between French Guiana on the east, and British Guiana on the west. The Dutch gave New Netherland (New York) to England in exchange for Surinam. A Republican National Committee spokesman attributed the delay in the appointment of Cyrus to the FBI. He said it was another case like that of Mrs. Mildred McAfee Horton, former president of Wellesley College and wartime head of the WAVES, whom the State Department invited to serve as United States delegate to the United Nations Economic and Social Commission, but had withheld the appointment. Miss Bertha Adkins, assistant to the chairman of the Republican National Committee, attributed the failure of Mrs. Horton to get the appointment to the FBI Miss Adkins said FBI Investigations had piled up on Presidential appointments, causing delays. But the FBI said its investigative procedure had caused no delay— that Its investigation of Mrs. Horton had been completed and sent to the State Department on April 16, two and a half weeks before the May 4, meeting of the commission. Washington hears that appointment of Mrs. Jessie M. Vann, publisher of the Pittsburgh Courier, has been balked because Haiti wants no woman ambassador. The Haitian Government is reported to have been queried as to whether three other colored persons were acceptable, and to have turned down each one of the three. Reports have persisted for more than twenty years that Haiti wanted no colored ambassador from the United States, but no official confirmation of this can be obtained from the State Department. Shortly after I learned the FBI was checking Mrs. Vann for the Port-au-Prinoe post, I asked a State Department officer whether the Haitian Government had been queried as to whether she was acceptable. He replied: "If I knew, I couldn't tell you." In other words, it's State Department policy hot to disclose about whom' it has queried a foreign government. There appears to be no foundation to rumors out of Ohio that colored Ohioans are blocking the appintment of Jessee D. Locker, Cincinnati councilman, as Ambassador to Liberia. Locker is undergoing an FBI investigation, and the Liberian Government must be queried as to whether he is acceptable. Senators Robert A. Taft and John W. Bricker are supporting Locker, and if he is acceptable to Firestone Rubber Company and Republic Steel, he is acceptable to the Liberian Government. So far as can be learned, Louis B. Toomer, the Savannah (Georgia) banker, is still under consideration tor appointment as collector of customs at, Savannah; although Senator Walter F. George,. Democrat, of Georgia, requested President Eisenhower not to make that appointment. J. Franklin Wilson, who is opposed by the colored Eisenhower faction, is still the choice of District of Columbia Republicans for one of three vacancies on the District of Columbia Municipal Court Recommendations for filling these vacancies are still in the Justice Department. JOY Street By FRANCES PARKINSON KEYES Emily Thayer had long and eagerly waited Roger Fields marriage proposal and now on Christmas Eve, in her grandmother Forbes elegant drawing room on Boston's Beacon Hill, he asks her to become his wife. Emily's parents and her uncle. Homer Lathrop, who holds the family purse-strings, had hoped she would choose a wealthy husband Only grandmother Forbes, a lovable tyrant seems pleased with the alliance. Walking home that night. Field discovers a fine old house for sale on Joy Street He yearns to acquire it for his bride, but it is beyond the means of a frugal young lawyer such as he. SUMNER THAYER groaned again and Eleanor gave a small, shocked cry. But neither of them had time after Emily's announcement that she and Roger were engaged, to interrupt their daughter before she went on. "I Know everything you're going to say. You're going to tell me Roger can't support me and I Know he can't. He Knows it, too. But ii you'll give him a chance, he'll prove tie can hold down a job and that he can get better and better at it all the time, you're going to tell me Roger'll never set the world on fire. Well, I don't want the world to be on tire. I want It to be peaceful and pleasant and safe. I want to share my place in it with Roger Field. And I'm going to!" Emily walked over to Old Mrs. Forbes' chair and threw her arms around her grandmother's neck. Then defiantly, she faced the others. Old Mrs. Forbes heaved tier great weight from her thronelike chair and reached for tier stick. "Well," she said, "that all sounds pretty conclusive to me. I don't know that we'll gain anything by arguing about it at this hour. Why don't you spend the night here, Emily? I can send Doris over to get your things. I'd like to have a little talk with you, alone, in the morning. Come along, I'm going to put you in the Chippendale guest room. Good night, the rest of you. Don't blame either Emily or me if you don't have a Merry Christmas." Old Mrs. Forbes was right about the futility of further argument. Homer Lathrop and both Eleanor and Sumner Thayer attempted it. but vainly. On her twenty-second birthday, Emily and Roger were married in Trinity Church and the wedding reception was held on Louisburg Square. The ostensible reason for this arrangement was the spaciousness of Old Mrs. Forbes house. But the real reason that the wedding reception was held at Old Mrs. Forbes' house, whatever was generally circulated to the contrary, was because she was willing to invite Roger's new associates to it and her daughter was not Roger did not fail to voice his appreciation of this when be and Emily were settled in their drawing room on the train for New York, with their handsome new baggage piled up all around them. Roger counted the suitcases, hatboxes and overnight bags to be sure nothing was missing, and shifted the position of several pieces to make them more orderly, before he pulled down the shades and, seating himself beside Emily, clasped her in a fond embrace. "You looked like an angel, darling," he told tier after an interlude. "Really, I never saw such a beautiful bride! I'm not telling yon that because I love you so much. I'm saying it because it's true. And you acted like an angel, too— making everyone feel welcome and at home and giving them the idea you were really glad to see them." Of course, he did not add "and this meant all the more to me because the total strangers, without your gracious greeting would not have been allowed to forget, for one moment, that they were outsiders." But she knew this was in his thoughts and answered all the more warmly on this account. "But I was really glad to see them! I liked all your friends, Roger, ever and ever so much." "Truly? Not Just the ushers and the rest of my old crowd? Of course, you knew them already. But the juniors in the firm—could you get any Idea what they were like, seeing them so hurriedly?" "Of course, I could. I'll describe them to you. Then you'll know I'm not pretending." She locked her angers a little more firmly in his and went on, "David Salomont was almost the first person who came down the line. He didn't look a bit as I'd expected. I thought he was very arresting. And very— very virile. There is such a word, isn't there?" Roger laughed again. "There certainly is—also such a quality. Yes, David has it all right. And arresting describes him, too. I can bee how you'd remember him. He does stand out in a crowd, not just because of his size or his good looks or his wonderful clothes, either." "No... And he's also got an exceptional voice. I noticed that right away, too, I should think he could do almost anything he wanted with it." "He can and does. He's a born spellbinder. It doesn't matter much what he says, because he Bays anything and everything so darned well. I'll never be able to argue cases the way he does, Emily." A slight wistfulness had crept into his happy voice. Emily tightened the clasp of "her fingers again and leaned over to kiss him. "Of course you will. Or if you aren't you'll do something else better than he does." "All right, that'll do for Deve. What about Brian?" "Well, I didn't like him quite so much. I thought he was a little crude." "But you said you liked all my new friends!" "I do. I do. But I like them in different ways. I liked David instinctively and I liked Brian in spite of myself." Suddenly he felt very tired and did not want to talk at all. It had been nard work, keeping up with the endless requirements of the office during the same period that he was expected to attend the innumerable parties given in Emily's honor. Very often he had been obliged to sit up all night hi order to do both, though he had never told her so. And the night before, his bachelor dinner had seemed interminable to him, and he bad not been able to forget that, in order to give, it, he had been obliged to sell certain securities. And he had already sold others in order to buy Emily the right ring. In the days before their marriage, he and Emily had sometimes sat quietly bide by side for long periods, so content in the communion of their minds and spirits that they heeded neither words nor caresses to complete their consciousness of harmony. Emily, sensitive to his mood, did not break in upon it; she was not tired herself, but she understood his exhaustion. Moreover, he had not been sustained by the exhilaration which had never lessened, for her, since she learned that Old Mrs. Forbes was her ally. She had known from that moment that she and her grandmother were somehow kindred spirits; but she had also known that the elderly woman and the young man misprized each other and that perhaps they always would. Roger, had never told her about his feeling in the matter; but she was so close to him that, without words, she had divined his antipathy. SYNOPSIS By FRANCES PARKINSON KEYES Emily Thayer had long and eagerly waited Roger Fields marriage proposal and now on Christmas Eve, in her grandmother Forbes elegant drawing room on Boston's Beacon Hill, he asks her to become his wife. Emily's parents and her uncle. Homer Lathrop, who holds the family purse-strings, had hoped she would choose a wealthy husband Only grandmother Forbes, a lovable tyrant seems pleased with the alliance. Walking home that night. Field discovers a fine old house for sale on Joy Street He yearns to acquire it for his bride, but it is beyond the means of a frugal young lawyer such as he. SUMNER THAYER groaned again and Eleanor gave a small, shocked cry. But neither of them had time after Emily's announcement that she and Roger were engaged, to interrupt their daughter before she went on. "I Know everything you're going to say. You're going to tell me Roger can't support me and I Know he can't. He Knows it, too. But ii you'll give him a chance, he'll prove tie can hold down a job and that he can get better and better at it all the time, you're going to tell me Roger'll never set the world on fire. Well, I don't want the world to be on tire. I want It to be peaceful and pleasant and safe. I want to share my place in it with Roger Field. And I'm going to!" Emily walked over to Old Mrs. Forbes' chair and threw her arms around her grandmother's neck. Then defiantly, she faced the others. Old Mrs. Forbes heaved tier great weight from her thronelike chair and reached for tier stick. "Well," she said, "that all sounds pretty conclusive to me. I don't know that we'll gain anything by arguing about it at this hour. Why don't you spend the night here, Emily? I can send Doris over to get your things. I'd like to have a little talk with you, alone, in the morning. Come along, I'm going to put you in the Chippendale guest room. Good night, the rest of you. Don't blame either Emily or me if you don't have a Merry Christmas." Old Mrs. Forbes was right about the futility of further argument. Homer Lathrop and both Eleanor and Sumner Thayer attempted it. but vainly. On her twenty-second birthday, Emily and Roger were married in Trinity Church and the wedding reception was held on Louisburg Square. The ostensible reason for this arrangement was the spaciousness of Old Mrs. Forbes house. But the real reason that the wedding reception was held at Old Mrs. Forbes' house, whatever was generally circulated to the contrary, was because she was willing to invite Roger's new associates to it and her daughter was not Roger did not fail to voice his appreciation of this when be and Emily were settled in their drawing room on the train for New York, with their handsome new baggage piled up all around them. Roger counted the suitcases, hatboxes and overnight bags to be sure nothing was missing, and shifted the position of several pieces to make them more orderly, before he pulled down the shades and, seating himself beside Emily, clasped her in a fond embrace. "You looked like an angel, darling," he told tier after an interlude. "Really, I never saw such a beautiful bride! I'm not telling yon that because I love you so much. I'm saying it because it's true. And you acted like an angel, too— making everyone feel welcome and at home and giving them the idea you were really glad to see them." Of course, he did not add "and this meant all the more to me because the total strangers, without your gracious greeting would not have been allowed to forget, for one moment, that they were outsiders." But she knew this was in his thoughts and answered all the more warmly on this account. "But I was really glad to see them! I liked all your friends, Roger, ever and ever so much." "Truly? Not Just the ushers and the rest of my old crowd? Of course, you knew them already. But the juniors in the firm—could you get any Idea what they were like, seeing them so hurriedly?" "Of course, I could. I'll describe them to you. Then you'll know I'm not pretending." She locked her angers a little more firmly in his and went on, "David Salomont was almost the first person who came down the line. He didn't look a bit as I'd expected. I thought he was very arresting. And very— very virile. There is such a word, isn't there?" Roger laughed again. "There certainly is—also such a quality. Yes, David has it all right. And arresting describes him, too. I can bee how you'd remember him. He does stand out in a crowd, not just because of his size or his good looks or his wonderful clothes, either." "No... And he's also got an exceptional voice. I noticed that right away, too, I should think he could do almost anything he wanted with it." "He can and does. He's a born spellbinder. It doesn't matter much what he says, because he Bays anything and everything so darned well. I'll never be able to argue cases the way he does, Emily." A slight wistfulness had crept into his happy voice. Emily tightened the clasp of "her fingers again and leaned over to kiss him. "Of course you will. Or if you aren't you'll do something else better than he does." "All right, that'll do for Deve. What about Brian?" "Well, I didn't like him quite so much. I thought he was a little crude." "But you said you liked all my new friends!" "I do. I do. But I like them in different ways. I liked David instinctively and I liked Brian in spite of myself." Suddenly he felt very tired and did not want to talk at all. It had been nard work, keeping up with the endless requirements of the office during the same period that he was expected to attend the innumerable parties given in Emily's honor. Very often he had been obliged to sit up all night hi order to do both, though he had never told her so. And the night before, his bachelor dinner had seemed interminable to him, and he bad not been able to forget that, in order to give, it, he had been obliged to sell certain securities. And he had already sold others in order to buy Emily the right ring. In the days before their marriage, he and Emily had sometimes sat quietly bide by side for long periods, so content in the communion of their minds and spirits that they heeded neither words nor caresses to complete their consciousness of harmony. Emily, sensitive to his mood, did not break in upon it; she was not tired herself, but she understood his exhaustion. Moreover, he had not been sustained by the exhilaration which had never lessened, for her, since she learned that Old Mrs. Forbes was her ally. She had known from that moment that she and her grandmother were somehow kindred spirits; but she had also known that the elderly woman and the young man misprized each other and that perhaps they always would. Roger, had never told her about his feeling in the matter; but she was so close to him that, without words, she had divined his antipathy. CHAPTER THREE By FRANCES PARKINSON KEYES Emily Thayer had long and eagerly waited Roger Fields marriage proposal and now on Christmas Eve, in her grandmother Forbes elegant drawing room on Boston's Beacon Hill, he asks her to become his wife. Emily's parents and her uncle. Homer Lathrop, who holds the family purse-strings, had hoped she would choose a wealthy husband Only grandmother Forbes, a lovable tyrant seems pleased with the alliance. Walking home that night. Field discovers a fine old house for sale on Joy Street He yearns to acquire it for his bride, but it is beyond the means of a frugal young lawyer such as he. SUMNER THAYER groaned again and Eleanor gave a small, shocked cry. But neither of them had time after Emily's announcement that she and Roger were engaged, to interrupt their daughter before she went on. "I Know everything you're going to say. You're going to tell me Roger can't support me and I Know he can't. He Knows it, too. But ii you'll give him a chance, he'll prove tie can hold down a job and that he can get better and better at it all the time, you're going to tell me Roger'll never set the world on fire. Well, I don't want the world to be on tire. I want It to be peaceful and pleasant and safe. I want to share my place in it with Roger Field. And I'm going to!" Emily walked over to Old Mrs. Forbes' chair and threw her arms around her grandmother's neck. Then defiantly, she faced the others. Old Mrs. Forbes heaved tier great weight from her thronelike chair and reached for tier stick. "Well," she said, "that all sounds pretty conclusive to me. I don't know that we'll gain anything by arguing about it at this hour. Why don't you spend the night here, Emily? I can send Doris over to get your things. I'd like to have a little talk with you, alone, in the morning. Come along, I'm going to put you in the Chippendale guest room. Good night, the rest of you. Don't blame either Emily or me if you don't have a Merry Christmas." Old Mrs. Forbes was right about the futility of further argument. Homer Lathrop and both Eleanor and Sumner Thayer attempted it. but vainly. On her twenty-second birthday, Emily and Roger were married in Trinity Church and the wedding reception was held on Louisburg Square. The ostensible reason for this arrangement was the spaciousness of Old Mrs. Forbes house. But the real reason that the wedding reception was held at Old Mrs. Forbes' house, whatever was generally circulated to the contrary, was because she was willing to invite Roger's new associates to it and her daughter was not Roger did not fail to voice his appreciation of this when be and Emily were settled in their drawing room on the train for New York, with their handsome new baggage piled up all around them. Roger counted the suitcases, hatboxes and overnight bags to be sure nothing was missing, and shifted the position of several pieces to make them more orderly, before he pulled down the shades and, seating himself beside Emily, clasped her in a fond embrace. "You looked like an angel, darling," he told tier after an interlude. "Really, I never saw such a beautiful bride! I'm not telling yon that because I love you so much. I'm saying it because it's true. And you acted like an angel, too— making everyone feel welcome and at home and giving them the idea you were really glad to see them." Of course, he did not add "and this meant all the more to me because the total strangers, without your gracious greeting would not have been allowed to forget, for one moment, that they were outsiders." But she knew this was in his thoughts and answered all the more warmly on this account. "But I was really glad to see them! I liked all your friends, Roger, ever and ever so much." "Truly? Not Just the ushers and the rest of my old crowd? Of course, you knew them already. But the juniors in the firm—could you get any Idea what they were like, seeing them so hurriedly?" "Of course, I could. I'll describe them to you. Then you'll know I'm not pretending." She locked her angers a little more firmly in his and went on, "David Salomont was almost the first person who came down the line. He didn't look a bit as I'd expected. I thought he was very arresting. And very— very virile. There is such a word, isn't there?" Roger laughed again. "There certainly is—also such a quality. Yes, David has it all right. And arresting describes him, too. I can bee how you'd remember him. He does stand out in a crowd, not just because of his size or his good looks or his wonderful clothes, either." "No... And he's also got an exceptional voice. I noticed that right away, too, I should think he could do almost anything he wanted with it." "He can and does. He's a born spellbinder. It doesn't matter much what he says, because he Bays anything and everything so darned well. I'll never be able to argue cases the way he does, Emily." A slight wistfulness had crept into his happy voice. Emily tightened the clasp of "her fingers again and leaned over to kiss him. "Of course you will. Or if you aren't you'll do something else better than he does." "All right, that'll do for Deve. What about Brian?" "Well, I didn't like him quite so much. I thought he was a little crude." "But you said you liked all my new friends!" "I do. I do. But I like them in different ways. I liked David instinctively and I liked Brian in spite of myself." Suddenly he felt very tired and did not want to talk at all. It had been nard work, keeping up with the endless requirements of the office during the same period that he was expected to attend the innumerable parties given in Emily's honor. Very often he had been obliged to sit up all night hi order to do both, though he had never told her so. And the night before, his bachelor dinner had seemed interminable to him, and he bad not been able to forget that, in order to give, it, he had been obliged to sell certain securities. And he had already sold others in order to buy Emily the right ring. In the days before their marriage, he and Emily had sometimes sat quietly bide by side for long periods, so content in the communion of their minds and spirits that they heeded neither words nor caresses to complete their consciousness of harmony. Emily, sensitive to his mood, did not break in upon it; she was not tired herself, but she understood his exhaustion. Moreover, he had not been sustained by the exhilaration which had never lessened, for her, since she learned that Old Mrs. Forbes was her ally. She had known from that moment that she and her grandmother were somehow kindred spirits; but she had also known that the elderly woman and the young man misprized each other and that perhaps they always would. Roger, had never told her about his feeling in the matter; but she was so close to him that, without words, she had divined his antipathy. FIRESIDE CHAT Ten years ago there was quite an affair honoring me on my 70th birthday. This was prompted for me by a very dear friend of mine, S. W. Quails, who, now is resting in the great beyond. My friend, Z. L. Bonner, who still lives assisted him and on account of this occasion I was let out of the Post Office. The Postal regulation provided that no one could work after 70 years of age. This is a wonderful lesson for anyone who could think I had white friends all over the city who came to my rescue. They were concerned as to the reason for my being let out. I told them that the exposure of my age was the point of responsibility. They asked If I was able to work. They went all out to know if my record was clear. When they found out that my record was clear, one evening a committee of three friends came to my home. The committee was headed by Rev. Marshall Wingfield. They gave me 19 letters. Each letter had clippings from different newspapers showing the work I had done in the sale of War Bonds and for civic betterment. They asked that I read these letters and that I send them to the Postmaster General attached to a doctors certificate of good health. This I did. Within a week I was recalled to the post office by the postmaster, who had let me out. He said to me: The post office department granted me the privilege to work, if t wanted Of course, I thanked him and returned to work. The, understanding was that I would do no night work and would work only one prescribed route. You can se from that so much can be done for an individual when action is, employed as well as talk. Once back on the job, I continued to work until I lost my eye sight. Truly God has been good to me. UNITED NATIONS NEWS Some 700 African employees of Kampala, Uganda's first cement factory near Torro, went on strike recently for higher wages. The strike occurred less than a week after the plant was opened by the governor of Uganda. The striking employees were told to return to work or leave. 100 employes quit. The Legislative Council, of Northern Rhodesia has approved a wage increase for African civil servants amounting to $364,000, retroactive to October 1951. In the Cape Provincial Council of South Africa, $420,000 was offered to the 5,500 colored teachers in order to prevent a strike for higher wages. The father of W. W. Awori, current president of the Kenya African Union, is a well-known Protestant minister in Kenya. Awori is himself a successful trader of crocodile skins and is well-known for a moderate attitude among his people, the Luo. In Southern Rhodesia the vote tabulation relative to the April referendum on the Central African Federation was as follows: 25,570 votes, in favor; 14,729 against. Of ah electorate of 49,000 only 429 Africans are qualified by South ern Rhodesian standards; 535 "colored" voters; and 535 Indians. It is important to note, that 1,000 Boers who had migrated to Southern Rhodesia Still qualified to vote in the April elections of South Africa which returned Malan to power Under South African electorial laws, persons migrating to Southern Rhodesia could still vote in the national elections provided they were still resident in their respective provinces within the last six months. Peter Abrahams, well-known authose of realistic articles about South African countries, took part in London discussion which had as its topic, "Program for a MultiRacial Society in Kenya." Upon resigning his Nigerian Ministerial post, Chief Bode Thomas, commented: "It is no longer necessary for us to stay and work with people whose intentions are to be guided by those who have vested interests in the prolongation of British rule and we refuse to asso ciate with Africans who have not the guts to say when we should have self-government." Overlooked in press releases is a statement from. Chief Justice Thacker's summary of the Kenyatta sentence in Kenya: "One of the underlying causes of the action of the accused has been their opposition to what was called the color bar or alleged, racial discrimination." Speaking of Kenya, Oliver Lyttelton; British Colonial Secretary, h arrived in the troubled colony for a week's visit Lyttelton is accompanied by Hugh Fraser, his parliamentary private secretary; E. B. mentary private secretary; E. B. Davis, head of the colonial office's East African department; and B. Johnson private secretary. The European police superintendent, Major Edgar Brooks, who was killed at Elmina, Gold Coast Western Providence, was killed because of the confiscation of African war drum for tax purposes. Two African policeman and 12 other Africans were killed in the riots Theea R RM C MC CCGK Arden-Clarke, immediately declared a dusk-to-dawn curfew in the area. Dr. Kwame Nkrumah, prime minister of the Gold Coast, later attended the funeral of Major Brookes. The latest report from Nairobi is that the government of Kenya has arrested another member of the Kenya African Union, John Adalla Akhanyaul, at his home at Maragoli, in Nyanza Province 'under the emergency regulations." Supposedly, in the words of the official announcement about the arrest of the former chairman of the North Nyanza brance of the 100,000 member Kenya Arican Union "in recent months it has become clear that he was taking steps to sow the seeds of Mau Mau in North Nyanza." In connection with the British forces' operations against Mau Mau military tactics, general Sir Cameron Nicholson, commander-in-chief of the British Middle East Land. Forces, spent a five-day inspection tour in Kenya last week. Unofficial operations in Kenya, as well as with other senior military and police officers. Harry Nkumbula, president of the Northern Rhodesian African Congress, has put forward his reasons for the defeated Central African Partition proposal. He personally believed such a partition would safeguard the interests of Africans more than Federation and would give Africans self-government, which would be impossible under Federation." He gave as his reason for placing the two African states under United Nations, trusteeship the doubt of Africans "whether the British Government or the Colonial Office can really safeguard African interests." Dr. Jansen, the Governor-General of South Africa, is currently paying an official visit to. South West Africa, the territory about which the Malan administration refuses to report to the United Nations. The Veterans Corner By the NNPA News service An explanation of the bill to extend the doctors draft law, which the House has already passed, cannot be thoroughly understood without an examination of existing law. Under the normal process a doctor who is classified 1-A and who realizes that he is eligible for military service, is permtted to apply for a commission and is then ordered to active duty as a Reserve officer. Existing law provides for the registration of all doctors who are not members of a Reserve component. Following enactment of the basic law, on Sept. 9, 1950, all doctors who had not attained their fiftieth birthday at the time set for registration were required to register unless they were members of a Reserve component. No doctor can be inducted after he has passed his 51st birthday. After registration, doctors are placed in one of four priorities: In the first priority are all the doctors who participated as students in the Army specialized training program or the Navy V. 12 program, or persons who wer deferred from service during World War II for the purpose of pursuing, a course, of instruction leading to a medical or dental education and who served oh active duty following their deferment or training at Government expense, for a period of less than ninety days. In other words, those trained at Government expense, or those deferred to complete their education who served on active duty for less than ninety days after their education was completed, make up priority I. In priority 1, 12,053 persons registered as physicians, of whom 7,703 are now serving on active duty or are reservists awaiting call to active duty, 827 are classified at 1-A and available for service, 829 have been deferred as essential, 132 have been deferred for hard ship reasons, and 2,439 are 4-F. There are 4,336 dentists in priority 1, of whom 3,135 are now on active duty or are reservists awaiting call to active duty; 191 are I-A and available for service; 184 are deferred as essential; 107 are deferred for hardship, and 87 are 4-F. In addition, there are reserve physicians and dentists who were not required under the doctors draft law, but no figures are available as to their numbers because they have been combined with those who registered and then were given reserve commission. Of the Reserve officers who would fit the priority I and II groups, however, all have been ordered to active duty except 174 reserve physicians and dentists in the Army, 828 reserve physicians and dentists in the Navy, and 70 reserve physicians and dentists in the, Air Force. Priority II is the same type of person, as those referred to in priority I, only these doctors served o active duty following their education for a period of ninety days or more, but less than 21 months. There are 2,787 physicians registered under priority II, of whom 1,310 are now on active duty or are reservists awaiting call to active duty; 283 are classified 1-A and available for service, 67 have been deferred as essential, 23 have been deferred for hardship reasons, and 504 are 4-F. There are also Reserve physicians and dentists on active duty or who are awaiting call to active duty who are not required to register under the law. Priority III consists of persons who had no active service in any branch of the armed forces after September 16, 1940. In priority III there are 33,317 physicians who are registered. About 4,000 of these physicians are over 51 years bid and are no longer liable for service, 377 are on active duty in the Armed For ces, 500 or reservists, 14,438 are classified 1-A, 5,972 have, been deferred as essential, 511 are deferred for hardships, and 6,719 are 4-F. There are 14.744 dentists registered in priority III, of whom 346 ore on active duty, 263 ate reservists awaiting order to active duty, 6,801 are classified 1-A, 1,504 have been deferred as essential and 338 deferred for hardship reasons, and 3,120 are 4-F. Priority IV consists of all doctors not in priorities I, II, III. These doctors may have had as little as one day of service, or as much 89 five or more years of service. There ate approximately 52,561 physicians and 18,097 dentists in priority IV. The great bulk of them have served on active duty for a period of 21 months or more. LETTER TO THE EDITOR Mr. James H Purdy, Jr. 164 Beale Avenue Memphis, Tennessee Dear Editor: I have been reading "Beale Street Is My Beat" for some time, and they get better and better each week. I noticed in Tuesday's edition, your reporter made a dedication to his mother whom I happen to be his stepmother Well, I will say like an old lady, after being over 70 years old before she rode a train When she reached the end of her journey, she asked the porter, "When will we see Mr. Ballroad Station?" In answering her, he quoted, "Just as soon as we reach the next stop, madam." Will you give him a message for me? the old lady asked I sure will, the porter answered. Well you tell him, if he has any more little trains like this, save me one So I am saying, "If the town can afford a more thoughtful, reporter as Jimmie, save me one. Your reporter's stepmother, Mrs. Ruby Cooper. Memphis, Tenn. COMPLIMENTARY REMARKS Mr. James H Purdy, Jr. 164 Beale Avenue Memphis, Tennessee Dear Editor: I have been reading "Beale Street Is My Beat" for some time, and they get better and better each week. I noticed in Tuesday's edition, your reporter made a dedication to his mother whom I happen to be his stepmother Well, I will say like an old lady, after being over 70 years old before she rode a train When she reached the end of her journey, she asked the porter, "When will we see Mr. Ballroad Station?" In answering her, he quoted, "Just as soon as we reach the next stop, madam." Will you give him a message for me? the old lady asked I sure will, the porter answered. Well you tell him, if he has any more little trains like this, save me one So I am saying, "If the town can afford a more thoughtful, reporter as Jimmie, save me one. Your reporter's stepmother, Mrs. Ruby Cooper. Memphis, Tenn.