Memphis World Memphis World Publishing Co. 1955-05-13 Raymond F. Tisby 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 Raymond F. Tisby Managing Editor Mrs. Rosa Brown Bracey Public Relations and Advertising William C. Weathers Circulation Promotion 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) Let The Warmongers Give Place To The Diplomats Not since the war clouds gathered for the first world war has there been any peace on earth. Much of our research, study and invention, to say nothing about our vast resource, have been channeled into the sewers of war. To summarize what we have paid in lives, wealth and opportunity would run into infinity, and the world will never know what we have lost otherwise. The news that Premier Bulganin is looking favorably to the Big 4 parley as envisioned by President Eisenhower, Secretary Dulles and Senator George is indeed good news to those who long for a lasting peace and for the world and the country to have a peace-chance at a normal development of resources and people. In fact, it has been so long since we have known any peace, it assuredly would be a stranger to this civilization. Surely the American people who have had to carry, the brunt of warfare and the rehabilitation of fallen countries, would welcome such an event as would be devoted to the bringing about of peace among the powers of the world. The United States, Britain and France in a conference this summer on European cold war problems probably caused the Russians to think over a more tenable position other than standing in the shadow of Stalin with the expectations that the Stalinistic theory of cold war pressure would prevail indefinitely. The signs of the time relay that a new day is dawning in Russia. The rise of other nations as powerful atomic competitors is the principal factor contributing to Russia's flexibility in this zero hour which might consign her d second rate power, to in time be pushed over for her part in the high cost of this cold war. President Eisenhower in his broad welcome to statesmen from any political party to come up front and be heard in this crisis commends himself to the tender spots of hearts and homes all over the world. In times like these, he sees no political party but all the people of the country and the world. History will also write a thrilling chapter in statesmanship for Senator Walter F. George who pooled his strength and expended his powerful energies and ripe experiences on this diplomatic front, when he had an option in using these gifts and talents in standing up and fighting the Supreme Court and voting against the confirmation of Mr. Justice Harlan. Only through such statesmanship, at home as well as abroad will the world come to the high pinnacle of a lasting peace. Now, exit boondoggles and warmongers — enter the diplomats and statesmen. "Then we shall have peace." And May West Germany Prove A Peace-Loving Nation Time will tell in the days to come that important history was written last week when West Germany became an independent nation. In that this territory comes into the sisterhood of those arbiters now struggling on world fronts to effect a lasting peace. This section of that ill-fated empire that registered so heavily in a world disturbance a generation ago has been in the pounds, being penalized for her portion of that grave offense. The powerful possibilities of the whole of Germany were never underestimated. Any country that could come back in so powerful a hand after being left beaten and prostrate, as was, Germany after world war one, must possess not only a great industrial spirit but the brain power of contrivance and execution. It will be recalled that after the German people were reduced to poverty with the mark almost worthless; Hitler, with his brown shirts overthrew, a government which the people neither relished nor understood and in a few years were able to battle again against the world. Hitler's bad gamble at Dover and his decision to turn into Russia probably caused a different chapter in the history of world relations and the map-boundaries of the age. Despite the bad choice of its leaders and the crime committed against civilization, we would deceive ourselves if we contended that Germany was without some fine minds. Even from that conflict, there were some fine immigrants who came to this country and made wonderful contributions in the fields of science and research. They have well demonstrated their loyalty to this country and have proven worthy of any consideration. It is conceivably a contribution to civilization in that West Germany now is enabled to again write its record before the nations and the world. The strong and firm-faced Adenauer has an enviable opportunity in bringing this section up to the expectations of those friendly nations who were able to shut off the sinister influences of Russia and bring into the family of nations what we hope, is a friend to peace. MEALTIME MELODIES! The weather is perfect for that outdoor meal, let's have the exciting experience of giving the family that extra treat. For all around satisfaction the guiding principles are the same. There should be simple food of excellent quality, careful cooking, good beverages, plenty of everything and well-organized but informal service. Add to this hungry people and have fun. Meat is likely to be the main part of the out-door meal so always remember that meat to be cooked out-doors must be of the best quality. Open fire cooking brings out the flavor as no kitchen range can; hence the meat must be good enough to justify the pains taken to cook it by this method. Meat should be kept at room temperature for awhile before the cooking begins. It should be cleaned by wiping with a cheese cloth wrung out of cold water. Assemble all the fire materials, rood, charcoal and kindling. Start fire in outdoor fire place early enough so that there will be a good bed of coals when you, are ready to barbecue your meat. Sauces should be selected to suit the meat. When you are using beef look for a sauce that is fairly rich in oil and has plenty of good seasonings. For lamb chops, the barbecue sauce needs oil and lots of garlic. Veal calls for a sauce in soya to help give the meat a brown glaze. For pork chops or spareribs, go easy on fats and use plenty of chill sauce or catsup. A good recipe for that backyard picnic is — Marinate 6 pounds of lean beef short ribs for 48 hours in the following mixture: 2½ cups tomato Juice ½ cup vinegar 1 teaspoon celery salt 1 tablespoon sugar 1 teaspoon Worcestershire Sauce ¼ teaspoon ginger ¼ teaspoon alspice 1 chopped onion 1 clove garlic After marinating remove the short ribs from the marinade and place in refrigerator until the time for the next step which is to pot roast the beef short ribs, using ½ cup of water. Finally barbecue over hot coals, basting frequently with a mixture of equal amounts of melted butter and the marinade. The remainder of the marinade should be boiled down for 10 minutes to thicken it. One teaspoon of oregano is added. It is Mien to be used as a sauce over the barbecued short ribs. This should make generous servings for 6 hungry people. LEODA GAMMON The weather is perfect for that outdoor meal, let's have the exciting experience of giving the family that extra treat. For all around satisfaction the guiding principles are the same. There should be simple food of excellent quality, careful cooking, good beverages, plenty of everything and well-organized but informal service. Add to this hungry people and have fun. Meat is likely to be the main part of the out-door meal so always remember that meat to be cooked out-doors must be of the best quality. Open fire cooking brings out the flavor as no kitchen range can; hence the meat must be good enough to justify the pains taken to cook it by this method. Meat should be kept at room temperature for awhile before the cooking begins. It should be cleaned by wiping with a cheese cloth wrung out of cold water. Assemble all the fire materials, rood, charcoal and kindling. Start fire in outdoor fire place early enough so that there will be a good bed of coals when you, are ready to barbecue your meat. Sauces should be selected to suit the meat. When you are using beef look for a sauce that is fairly rich in oil and has plenty of good seasonings. For lamb chops, the barbecue sauce needs oil and lots of garlic. Veal calls for a sauce in soya to help give the meat a brown glaze. For pork chops or spareribs, go easy on fats and use plenty of chill sauce or catsup. A good recipe for that backyard picnic is — Marinate 6 pounds of lean beef short ribs for 48 hours in the following mixture: 2½ cups tomato Juice ½ cup vinegar 1 teaspoon celery salt 1 tablespoon sugar 1 teaspoon Worcestershire Sauce ¼ teaspoon ginger ¼ teaspoon alspice 1 chopped onion 1 clove garlic After marinating remove the short ribs from the marinade and place in refrigerator until the time for the next step which is to pot roast the beef short ribs, using ½ cup of water. Finally barbecue over hot coals, basting frequently with a mixture of equal amounts of melted butter and the marinade. The remainder of the marinade should be boiled down for 10 minutes to thicken it. One teaspoon of oregano is added. It is Mien to be used as a sauce over the barbecued short ribs. This should make generous servings for 6 hungry people. BARBECUED BEEF SHOUT RIBS The weather is perfect for that outdoor meal, let's have the exciting experience of giving the family that extra treat. For all around satisfaction the guiding principles are the same. There should be simple food of excellent quality, careful cooking, good beverages, plenty of everything and well-organized but informal service. Add to this hungry people and have fun. Meat is likely to be the main part of the out-door meal so always remember that meat to be cooked out-doors must be of the best quality. Open fire cooking brings out the flavor as no kitchen range can; hence the meat must be good enough to justify the pains taken to cook it by this method. Meat should be kept at room temperature for awhile before the cooking begins. It should be cleaned by wiping with a cheese cloth wrung out of cold water. Assemble all the fire materials, rood, charcoal and kindling. Start fire in outdoor fire place early enough so that there will be a good bed of coals when you, are ready to barbecue your meat. Sauces should be selected to suit the meat. When you are using beef look for a sauce that is fairly rich in oil and has plenty of good seasonings. For lamb chops, the barbecue sauce needs oil and lots of garlic. Veal calls for a sauce in soya to help give the meat a brown glaze. For pork chops or spareribs, go easy on fats and use plenty of chill sauce or catsup. A good recipe for that backyard picnic is — Marinate 6 pounds of lean beef short ribs for 48 hours in the following mixture: 2½ cups tomato Juice ½ cup vinegar 1 teaspoon celery salt 1 tablespoon sugar 1 teaspoon Worcestershire Sauce ¼ teaspoon ginger ¼ teaspoon alspice 1 chopped onion 1 clove garlic After marinating remove the short ribs from the marinade and place in refrigerator until the time for the next step which is to pot roast the beef short ribs, using ½ cup of water. Finally barbecue over hot coals, basting frequently with a mixture of equal amounts of melted butter and the marinade. The remainder of the marinade should be boiled down for 10 minutes to thicken it. One teaspoon of oregano is added. It is Mien to be used as a sauce over the barbecued short ribs. This should make generous servings for 6 hungry people. TYUS WEE FOLK WORKSHOP CLOSING EXERCISES— Miss Myrtle V. Tyus, instructor of the Kindergarten, presented the Class of 1955, at Bloomfield Baptist Church in their Closing Exercises last Friday night. Promotion Certificates were presented by Mrs. Valeria B. Brown. From Row—Janet Walker, Dorothy J. Owens, Shirley M. Owens, Kala F. Berkley, Geraldine Brooks, Miss Myrtle V. Tyus, Shirley J. Herrod, Beverly Brown, Beverly Jo Butler, Jo Alma Thompson and Brenda Y. Terrell. Second Row: — Tyre Nesbit, Joseph Carter, Russell Shaw, Jr., Joseph Pointer, Eugene E. Dunigan, Patricia A. Hughey, Harold Denson, Charles Burton, Curtis Clark and Cecile Garrett. Notes From Mexico It is encouraging to note that our government is making a serious offer to become better acquainted with Latin America. By government, I really mean "governments," that is state county, and city governments. Last month the City of New York through its Mayor Robert Wagner unveiled a bronze statue of Jose Bonifacio de Andrade e Silva, great Brazilian patriot and abolitionist before an audience of more than 2,000 people in Bryant Park near the Avenue of the Americas. The monument was the work of a Brazilian artist and was presented to the city of New York by Brazilian Ambassador. Joao Carlos Muniz. Mayor Robert Wagner is quoted as saying: "It is fitting that the statue reposes in Bryant Park, because both Jose Bonifacio and William Cullen Bryant, poet and editor, fought for the abolition of slavery." Slavery, was abolished in Latin America when those countries won their independence. The leaders of the American Revolution had their hands so full fighting for their freedom that they forgot all about men like Crispus Attucks, Peter Salem and other Negro Americans who fought and died for American Independence. It is interesting to note that from time to time we have read in Mexican newspapers such encouraging items as: "Segregation is disappearing little by little in the United States." "Segregation is being liquidated without much-noise." That is most encouraging because we also had read, shortly after the historic Supreme Court decision on schools, that "blood would run in the streets", if little Negro children attended the same schools with white. While speaking upon the subject of newspapers it may be interesting to note that Mexican newspapers ran excerpts of editorials written about the late Walter White which appeared in State side newspapers. The members of the NAACP may learn here Latins call it the Na tional Association for the Betterment of the Colored Race, (Association National para el Majoramiento de la Raza de Color." The governments of the United States are also trying to do some thing definite for its so-called Negro people (many of whom are the same color as the late Walter White or mulattos) one reason is that Latin America has a skeptical eye towards racial discrimination. Charles C. Cumberland wrote in his. "The Mexican Revolution," which appeared in "The New Leader" magazine, that: "Communist influence and sympathy are practically nil in Mexico. The Revolution has given improvement and hope to the classes which are normally Communist propaganda targets, leaving the Communists little to say except that they could do the same thing better—at best, an argument of desperation." Read that last paragraph again. The Supreme Court decision, plus the cooperation of many people with that ruling has done more than anything else to strike a crushing blow at Communism. The elimination of racial prejudice in the United States will not only hurt Communism at home, but in other parts of the world where U. S. treatment of Negroes has stood out like a sore thumb. companied Mr. Haliburton on the trip. The Colored Division of the Houston chapter of the American Cancer Fund Drive made a progress report on Monday of $315.48. Boyd, Fisk Board had approved Dr. Lorch's dismissal as a routine formality. I want it known that I was not a party to this shameful action and that, like some other board members, I did what I could to save Fisk from being reduced to subservience to those who have long been anxious to drive Dr. Lorch from this community for his consistent and effective efforts to make first-class citizenship the respected right of all. I hope that some other Negro college will seek Dr. Lorch's admittedly excellent services, thereby serving notice that we are determined to achieve first-class citizenship and will be deflected from this goal by direct or indirect attack mi those helping to achieve it." Funeral Services the armed forces. His most recent crusade was in the interest of those colored teachers who had been dismissed as integration took place in out-state school. Mr. Franklin has traveled widely in this country and had made several trips to Mexico He had planned to visit Africa this summer. In 1947, he was awarded an honorary degree of doctor of letters by Samuel Houston College. The School of Journalism at Lincoln University (Missouri) cited him in 1949 for meritorious newspaper service. He was born in Denison, Texas. His father was a barber with a strong interest in the newspaper profession. When he was a small boy, his family moved to Omaha. Young Franklin attended the University of Nebraska two years. He joined with his lather in the founding and operation of the Omaha Enterprise. In 1898, the family moved to Denver. He and his lather bought the Denver Statesman, which they renamed the Star. It glimmered for thirteen year's in a Colorado that had few colored inhabitants to make circulation. The Call today has sixty-five employees. Its founder is perhaps best known for his devotion to the cause of colored people. His employees point out, that he wanted his readers to become first-class citizens. Mr. Franklin's hobby was golf. He was active in the building campaign for the Wheatley Provident Hospital. He formerly was chairman of the Committee of Management of the Paseo YMCA. He was honored here June 7, 1950, with a testimonial dinner on his seventh birthday. Surviving him is his widow, Mrs. Ada Franklin. The Inheritors ENID was sitting on the steps of her porch when a car drove up. Her mother hart gone to Malone. "I prefer to go alone," she had told Enid. Aunt Jennie and Cindy were in their separate parts of the house. The car was a convertible of foreign make, pale green color with a cream-colored top. A young woman got out of it, as smart in her appearance as was the car. Enid did not recognize her as one of her mother's friends—probably she had found herself on a wrong road and had stopped to ask directions. Enid went out to speak to her. But closer, she stopped short, frozen in alarm. The lovely face, the dark-lashed, slightly-slanted green eyes, the culling lips—it was the face Gary had painted and then destroyed. "Is this the Trevett farm?" me voice was cool, sweet. "Yes," said Enid. "I came to see Gary Norbeck. I was told at the post-office that he lived somewhere on the place. If you'll tell me how I can find him?" Enid said, "I don't think he'll want to see you!" The young woman said coldly: "I'm Ursula Norbeck, his brother's wife. I'm on my way to join some friends on a yacht up in the St. Lawrence—I found I needed to make a little detour to hunt out Cary." "He doesn't want to see you," repeated Enid. "You seem to know Gary very well to say that with such positiveness!" "I do," said Enid. Ursula's smile was close to a sneer. "That surprises me, remembering Gary's weakness for beauty in women! He must have gone completely rustic!" A hot color ran up Enid's face. Her eyes went over Ursula's smart silk sports dress to the lovely sandals on Ursula's feet—ballet-type, woven of narrow, embroidered strips of suede, the green of the dress. She thought suddenly, "The creek..." She said: "Go down through the orchard. You'll see a path in the field. Follow that." she turned, walked back, to the porch and sat down. At last Ursula Norbeck reappeared, walking fast toward her car. Enid saw a tear in the skirt of the smart dress. Ursula said: "You didn't tell me that I had to wade a horrible stream! Well, I didn't! I've ruined my dress, as it is, walking through that brush! And I have to join my friends, looking like this!" She got into the car. "You can tell Gary for me that it was only curiosity that brought me here, nothing more. Tell him I was only curious to sec his hideaway!" She backed the car Into the road, sped away. Enid went around the house toward the orchard. "Hi!" called Cindy from the kitchen door. "Who was that who was here?" "Just someone." "Where're you going?" But Enid went on without answering her. Gary was in the cabin varnishing the canvas he was going to give her. Me swung around, a broad smile on his face. "Hey, it isn't raining! But come in!" Enid came through the door, but stopped there. "We've something for us to celebrate, girl! I bought a car in the village this morning. At least it was a car once. Shall We have some coffee in honor of it?" Enid shook her head. "I came to tell you—Ursula stopped at the farm." "Ursula? How did she know I was here?" "My mother wrote to a friend of Hers in Salem. Mrs. Babbitt met Ursula." "Oh, yes, that letter!" Gary dismissed it with a shrug. "But where's Ursula now?" "She's gone. I told her where she'd find the path, but I didn't tell her about the creek and the stones where we cross it." Gary interrupted her with a burst of laughter. "You're wonderful, girl!" Enid made a full confession. "I deliberately didn't tell her—-I didn't want you to see her! She had on a beautiful pair of sandals— I didn't think... " Now Gary caught her hands, drew her Into the room. "Your hunch was perfect! Ursula wouldn't ruin a pair of sandals to sec me or anyone!" "She told me to tell you it was only curiosity that brought her. She was nearby, on her way to the St Lawrence—it was a chance, she said, to see your hideaway." Gary laughed again. "And she didn't get to it, thanks to you!" "Enid, I want you to know—I fell in love with Ursula before she married my brother. I thought she was in love with me. Perhaps she was, as much as she could be with anyone. I went into the service. While, I was gone she married Alec. I came back—she professed to still love me. I told myself Alec had stolen her from me, I didn't know her then. That she'd married him because he had the money. I'm not trying to excuse myself— but I want you to know." Enid lifted her head. "You don't need to tell me." "Another thing—that letter from Salem. It may have intimated that I killed my grandfather. My hand did strike him but it was because he came between me and my brother—God knows I cared too much for him to hurt him!" "I didn't believe you killed him," said Enid. Gary bent down, put his cheek against hers. "Why don't we get married? I need you. I need someone with a good head set squarely on her shoulders!" Enid sprang to her feet. "You're only saying that because I didn't tell Ursula how to get across the creek!" Gary caught her, swung her around and hold her by the elbows. "What it I said I did mean it? That I love you, the girl you are? I never knew one like you before. Will you believe me, now—what I am saying?" She pulled out of his hold. "I don't know! I'd—like to," she added, and then ran out of the door, ran along the path across the creek, over the fields. Jennie heard Hester's outcry through the door closed between them. She went to the door, but it was bolted on Hester's side. "Hester, what is it? Open the door!" Hester drew back the bolt, which now she was keeping drawn, swung the door open. She was clutching a newspaper in her hand; her face was white. "Look!" Hester thrust the paper out to her. "Our brother! Probably it's in every newspaper all over the country!" "Tommy?" Jennie took the newspaper, saw his picture on the page, his name, "Thomas Todd, alias Richard Cornelius, one of the big gambling syndicate indicted by a midwest grand jury, committed suicide in his hotel room in St. Louis..." "A gambler..." moaned Hester. "Oh, Tommy!", Whispered Jennie, tears rushing to her eyes, running down her cheeks. Hester snatched the paper away from her. "Tommy nothing! He's never been any good! Indicted for trial—disgracing us now by suicide! And you shedding tears!" Jennie's tears continued to run. "Perhaps if we'd been closer to mm..." "I was close enough for him to borrow money from me he never paid back. And don't think I am going to any funeral. All I hope is that my friends in Buffalo do not think he's any relation of mine!" Jennie was aware of Enid in the door. Then she thought of Cindy. "We must tell Cindy! The poor, poor child!" "I'll tell her!" said Hester. "We'll know then..." "No, no," protested Jennie. "Mother, no," cried Enid from the door. But Hester pushed past them, went out through the kitchen to the back yard, Jennie and Enid following her. Cindy was playing with her cats. She sprang to her feet when Hester appeared, caught up the cats, turned to go into her own door. "Wait, young lady!" commanded Hester. "I've something to ask you." She held the newspaper out before Cindy. "Look at this. Look well at it. Tell me if it is your father!" Jennie saw Cindy's eyes go over the picture, the headlines, saw her face whiten, her hands drop the cats, clutch together. "Is that your father?" repeated Hester. "No," said Cindy. "No, no, no," She ran away then, away from them to the orchard, through it. CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE ENID was sitting on the steps of her porch when a car drove up. Her mother hart gone to Malone. "I prefer to go alone," she had told Enid. Aunt Jennie and Cindy were in their separate parts of the house. The car was a convertible of foreign make, pale green color with a cream-colored top. A young woman got out of it, as smart in her appearance as was the car. Enid did not recognize her as one of her mother's friends—probably she had found herself on a wrong road and had stopped to ask directions. Enid went out to speak to her. But closer, she stopped short, frozen in alarm. The lovely face, the dark-lashed, slightly-slanted green eyes, the culling lips—it was the face Gary had painted and then destroyed. "Is this the Trevett farm?" me voice was cool, sweet. "Yes," said Enid. "I came to see Gary Norbeck. I was told at the post-office that he lived somewhere on the place. If you'll tell me how I can find him?" Enid said, "I don't think he'll want to see you!" The young woman said coldly: "I'm Ursula Norbeck, his brother's wife. I'm on my way to join some friends on a yacht up in the St. Lawrence—I found I needed to make a little detour to hunt out Cary." "He doesn't want to see you," repeated Enid. "You seem to know Gary very well to say that with such positiveness!" "I do," said Enid. Ursula's smile was close to a sneer. "That surprises me, remembering Gary's weakness for beauty in women! He must have gone completely rustic!" A hot color ran up Enid's face. Her eyes went over Ursula's smart silk sports dress to the lovely sandals on Ursula's feet—ballet-type, woven of narrow, embroidered strips of suede, the green of the dress. She thought suddenly, "The creek..." She said: "Go down through the orchard. You'll see a path in the field. Follow that." she turned, walked back, to the porch and sat down. At last Ursula Norbeck reappeared, walking fast toward her car. Enid saw a tear in the skirt of the smart dress. Ursula said: "You didn't tell me that I had to wade a horrible stream! Well, I didn't! I've ruined my dress, as it is, walking through that brush! And I have to join my friends, looking like this!" She got into the car. "You can tell Gary for me that it was only curiosity that brought me here, nothing more. Tell him I was only curious to sec his hideaway!" She backed the car Into the road, sped away. Enid went around the house toward the orchard. "Hi!" called Cindy from the kitchen door. "Who was that who was here?" "Just someone." "Where're you going?" But Enid went on without answering her. Gary was in the cabin varnishing the canvas he was going to give her. Me swung around, a broad smile on his face. "Hey, it isn't raining! But come in!" Enid came through the door, but stopped there. "We've something for us to celebrate, girl! I bought a car in the village this morning. At least it was a car once. Shall We have some coffee in honor of it?" Enid shook her head. "I came to tell you—Ursula stopped at the farm." "Ursula? How did she know I was here?" "My mother wrote to a friend of Hers in Salem. Mrs. Babbitt met Ursula." "Oh, yes, that letter!" Gary dismissed it with a shrug. "But where's Ursula now?" "She's gone. I told her where she'd find the path, but I didn't tell her about the creek and the stones where we cross it." Gary interrupted her with a burst of laughter. "You're wonderful, girl!" Enid made a full confession. "I deliberately didn't tell her—-I didn't want you to see her! She had on a beautiful pair of sandals— I didn't think... " Now Gary caught her hands, drew her Into the room. "Your hunch was perfect! Ursula wouldn't ruin a pair of sandals to sec me or anyone!" "She told me to tell you it was only curiosity that brought her. She was nearby, on her way to the St Lawrence—it was a chance, she said, to see your hideaway." Gary laughed again. "And she didn't get to it, thanks to you!" "Enid, I want you to know—I fell in love with Ursula before she married my brother. I thought she was in love with me. Perhaps she was, as much as she could be with anyone. I went into the service. While, I was gone she married Alec. I came back—she professed to still love me. I told myself Alec had stolen her from me, I didn't know her then. That she'd married him because he had the money. I'm not trying to excuse myself— but I want you to know." Enid lifted her head. "You don't need to tell me." "Another thing—that letter from Salem. It may have intimated that I killed my grandfather. My hand did strike him but it was because he came between me and my brother—God knows I cared too much for him to hurt him!" "I didn't believe you killed him," said Enid. Gary bent down, put his cheek against hers. "Why don't we get married? I need you. I need someone with a good head set squarely on her shoulders!" Enid sprang to her feet. "You're only saying that because I didn't tell Ursula how to get across the creek!" Gary caught her, swung her around and hold her by the elbows. "What it I said I did mean it? That I love you, the girl you are? I never knew one like you before. Will you believe me, now—what I am saying?" She pulled out of his hold. "I don't know! I'd—like to," she added, and then ran out of the door, ran along the path across the creek, over the fields. Jennie heard Hester's outcry through the door closed between them. She went to the door, but it was bolted on Hester's side. "Hester, what is it? Open the door!" Hester drew back the bolt, which now she was keeping drawn, swung the door open. She was clutching a newspaper in her hand; her face was white. "Look!" Hester thrust the paper out to her. "Our brother! Probably it's in every newspaper all over the country!" "Tommy?" Jennie took the newspaper, saw his picture on the page, his name, "Thomas Todd, alias Richard Cornelius, one of the big gambling syndicate indicted by a midwest grand jury, committed suicide in his hotel room in St. Louis..." "A gambler..." moaned Hester. "Oh, Tommy!", Whispered Jennie, tears rushing to her eyes, running down her cheeks. Hester snatched the paper away from her. "Tommy nothing! He's never been any good! Indicted for trial—disgracing us now by suicide! And you shedding tears!" Jennie's tears continued to run. "Perhaps if we'd been closer to mm..." "I was close enough for him to borrow money from me he never paid back. And don't think I am going to any funeral. All I hope is that my friends in Buffalo do not think he's any relation of mine!" Jennie was aware of Enid in the door. Then she thought of Cindy. "We must tell Cindy! The poor, poor child!" "I'll tell her!" said Hester. "We'll know then..." "No, no," protested Jennie. "Mother, no," cried Enid from the door. But Hester pushed past them, went out through the kitchen to the back yard, Jennie and Enid following her. Cindy was playing with her cats. She sprang to her feet when Hester appeared, caught up the cats, turned to go into her own door. "Wait, young lady!" commanded Hester. "I've something to ask you." She held the newspaper out before Cindy. "Look at this. Look well at it. Tell me if it is your father!" Jennie saw Cindy's eyes go over the picture, the headlines, saw her face whiten, her hands drop the cats, clutch together. "Is that your father?" repeated Hester. "No," said Cindy. "No, no, no," She ran away then, away from them to the orchard, through it. Personals Mrs. Adline Henry of 304 W. Fay recently returned to Memphis from Chicago, Ill., where she visited her husband Andrew Henry who is ill there. Mrs. Henry reported her husband as "much improved." The Ladies Community Club here wished Mr. Henry a "speedy recovery." PUBLIC SAFETY Public officials have found that public education regarding night driving hazards has paid big dividends. According to the National Street and Traffic Safety Lighting Bureau, these are the rules that have helped reduce night driving accidents where street lighting is bad: 1. Slow down. Don't regulate your speed by posted limits alone. Remember, speed must he govz erned by conditions, and darkness is a condition that calls for eaution. 2. Have your car checked frequently. In darkness, immediate response of the vehicle is a must. Double-check all lights. 3. Be alert Keept a constant watch for pedestrians and for vehicles with dim lights or no lights at all. 4. Don't wear tinted glasses at night The advantage they offer in reducing glare is more than offset by the disadvantage in reduced vision. 5. Use headlights properly. Use upper beam only on rural highways when no approaching car is within 1,000 feet. Use lower beam when oncoming cars approach, when you are overtaking another car, and when driving in cities and residential areas. 6. Dim your lights, even though an oncoming driver fails to dim his. Trying to get even by blinding him is risking your neck. Maintain control of your car by looking at the right shoulder of the highway. 7. Be sure your lights are on before you pull onto a thoroughfare at night. 8. Never stop on the travelled portion of H roadway at night. If you must stop, pull completely off the roadway, leaving parking and dome lights on. Carry flares for use in emergencies. The Power Of Faith If it ever was a time, that we need to make our Christianity a reality, it is now. Some one is sure to ask this question, "How Can We?" Very simple. Have faith in God. Another question one may ask, "What, is Faith?" Faith is the substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things not seen." —Hebrew 11:1. Faith is Just taking God at His Word. His word is Truth and Power. Without faith, it is impossible to please God. (Read Elements). Read the 11th chapter of Hebrew. On one occasion Jesus met a certain man kneeling down to Him, and saying, "Lord, have mercy on my son; for he is a lunatic, and sore vexed: For of times he falleth into the fire, and oft into the water. And I brought him to thy disciples and they could not cure him." Then answered Jesus, "O faithless and perverse, generation, how long shall I be with you. Bring him hither to me." Jesus rebuked the devil; and the child was cured from that very hour." The disciples, asked Jesus, "Why could not we cast him out?" And Jesus said unto them, "Because of your unbelief; for verily J say unto you, If ye have faith as a grain of mustard seed ye shall say unto this mountain, Remove, hence to yonder place, and it shall remove; and nothing shall be impossible to you."—Matt. 17:20. We have mountains of difficulties to be removed from us each day. Why not ask God through faith for these mountains to be removed? Some of us hive mountains of sickness: Calamities of all kinds. All of these various mountain can be retrieved by the power of Faith. THE AMERICAN WAY GIMME A HAND WILL YOU? TAX BURDEN MOST OF US OTHER PROBLEMS 403 TOM KAO CONGRESS Oh, My Achin' Back! SEE US FOR YOUR DRUG NEEDS Rx OUR SPECIALTY HOME NEEDS STATIONERY CANDIES, CARDS, Etc. PHILLIP'S PHARMACY 793 N. CLAYBROOK Ph. 36-7183—Free Delivery—9 A. M.—9 P. M. ZETA PHI BETA ROYALTY — Shown above are Zeta Phi Beta so rarity's "Miss Blue Revue" and her attendants. Top is Miss Bettye and (center) first attendant Miss Beverly Smith of Booker Washington and (bottom) Miss Joyce Friend Farwell of St. Anthony school. These lovely young ladies, chosen at the Zetas Blue Revue, will be seen in the Zeta Phi Beta sorority car in the Cotton Carnival parade tonight (Friday) and will be the recipients of scholarship p wards to be announced at their school commencement.