Memphis World Memphis World Publishing Co. 1960-06-25 Thaddeus T. Stokes MEMPHIS WORLD The South's Oldest Leading Colored Semi-Weekly Newspaper Published by MEMPHIS WORLD PUBLISHING CO. Every WEDNESDAY and SATURDAY at 546 BEALE—Ph. JA. 6-4030 Member of SCOTT NEWSPAPER SYNDICATE W. A. Scott, II. Founder, C. A. Scott, General Manager Entered in the Post Office at Memphis, Tenn. as second-class mail under the act of Congress, March 1, 1870. THADDEUS T. STOKES Managing Editor SMITH FLEMING Circulation Manager SUBSCRIPTION RATES Year $5.00—6 Months $3.00—3 Months $1.50 (In Advance) 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. Patterson Earned His Title Floyd Patterson, so ignobly abandoned by the "know all," and given the least chance of disproving a long standing superstition, has won a huge prestige battle for himself, and his nation. The clean cut youth, termed a "sucker for a right," and an "overrated champion," punched his way past the fame of Dempsey, Louis, and other great champions, who couldn't find the route back on top. For those who ridiculed him, the truth may taste bitter. For those experts who said he was not champion material, feelings may be as remorseful. Patterson fooled them all. He knocked out Ingemar Johansson and became the first heavyweight in ing history to regain the championship. He braved the statements of those who flocked to the banner of one who had taken the title from the United States at a time when we need to feel that we are the greatest. He worked without hate, without resentment that a white champion would be treated better than he, a Negro. And he won. His victory stands as inspiration to the youth of America, and gives the adults of this nation another reason to be proud. Patterson did exactly what he had set out to. From the first moment it was Patterson all the way-a fast moving, determined young man, out to drop some of his widely known gentleness for a moment, and match the brutality, cunning and meanness a boxer is supposed to have. And when it was over, he was the first to offer the fallen foe his hand, and a chance at a rematch, while softly recalling the same had not at first been offered to him ... This was a real, American champion, rating the good thoughts of this nation to the highest order. Floyd Patterson earned his title. The Big Count Is In The United States now has a total population of more than 179,500,000 according to official tabulations of the Census Bureau. California chalked up the biggest rise with an increase of almost five million persons since 1950, bringing its total to fifteen and one-half million persons. Florida grew fastest on a percentage basis, almost doubling its 1950 population with a total of almost five million persons. Only Arkansas, Mississippi, and West Virginia lost population, some increased more than others. Georgia, for instance, increased 13.72 per cent, while Nevada increased 75.75; Kentucky increased 2.28, while New Mexico did 38.28. The national increase was 18.5 per cent over the 1950 count. On the whole the Midwestern and far Western states made larger increases than the South and the East, indicating a population drift westward. The census figures have great bearing on the politics of America in that seats in the national Congress are apportioned according to state population. Georgia, which has a ten-member delegation in the House of Representatives, had expected to lose one Congressman, but the official count indicates that it will retain its full representation. Some of the other Southern states, however, will lose Representatives, and reapportionment of House seats will cause many of the Southern Congressmen to lose some of the strong positions and chairmanships they have held in Congress because of their seniority. This in turn affects the passage of bills in Congress, particularly Civil Rights bills and others which for years the Southern Congressmen have ham-strung and fought because they offered a measure of equality for the Negro citizens. The official count also focuses attention upon an internaitonal fact: America is the fourth largest nation in the world. Communist China, with an estimated 669 million people is the largest; Indian with close to 403 million, is second; and Russia with 208,826,000 is third. In decades past, these numbers of yellow and brown peoples of the East did not mean much to our thinking. So far, far away, their problems did not touch us, their politics and interests were no concern of ours. Jet planes, radio, guided missiles and the marvels of the space age have changed all of that. Today their concern is also our concern. Africa Destination Phi Beta Sorority, has spearheaded the activities of the local chapter of the organization in the promotion of the famed "Holiday on Ice" show. Mrs. Watson is president of the Stewardess board at Mt. Pisgah CME Church where she teaches a group on high school seniors and college, students, in the Sunday School. She is equally at ease among teen agers as well as adults. "We are very happy to have her represent the city of Memphis on the occasion of the inauguration of Mr. Kwame Nkrumah as president of Accra, Ghana," said Mayor Henry Leob in endorsing Mrs. Wat son's trip. "We would appreciate your (Ghana's) extending to her any and all courtesies incumbent with the office of our city's representative on this state occasion." Mrs. Watson writes a column for a local weekly and is WDIA's "Aunt Carrie," advice to lovelorn counselor. Her visit to Ghana was arranged by a young Ghanian government worker who read of her radio activities in an American magazine. Mrs. Watson intends to return to this country in mid-summer—via jet. LOEB'S STATEMENT Phi Beta Sorority, has spearheaded the activities of the local chapter of the organization in the promotion of the famed "Holiday on Ice" show. Mrs. Watson is president of the Stewardess board at Mt. Pisgah CME Church where she teaches a group on high school seniors and college, students, in the Sunday School. She is equally at ease among teen agers as well as adults. "We are very happy to have her represent the city of Memphis on the occasion of the inauguration of Mr. Kwame Nkrumah as president of Accra, Ghana," said Mayor Henry Leob in endorsing Mrs. Wat son's trip. "We would appreciate your (Ghana's) extending to her any and all courtesies incumbent with the office of our city's representative on this state occasion." Mrs. Watson writes a column for a local weekly and is WDIA's "Aunt Carrie," advice to lovelorn counselor. Her visit to Ghana was arranged by a young Ghanian government worker who read of her radio activities in an American magazine. Mrs. Watson intends to return to this country in mid-summer—via jet. Letter TO The Editor To The Editor: Our last estimated census was 179 million plus. The American Negro represents approximately 18 1-2 million, about one tenth. The United States is a country of groups of every nation, each coming from far away lands with one purpose in mind, to use his given talent, to produce, and get ahead in life as a recognized people. Within one or two decades, you find an outstanding immigrant who came many miles thru hardships and risk. Let this 18 1-2 million carefully check and examine themselves, to see what they have contributed in the way of the essentials to make the United States the great nation it is. All of the business efforts that we major in are nonessential to our life and being. They are insurance, funeral homes, barber shops, beauty shops, cafes, dine and dance juke houses. Each is dependent on the weekly or monthly pay check from the nine tenths, who through trust, and applying their talents and monies hope to become outstanding in the economy and production of our needs, through research and industry. So, to you, the one tenth, stop being the 3rd servant in the parable of the talents in 25 Matthews, if you have hopes of recognition, pool your mites. Become producers of some of the things that are essential to life. Remember, as of now, 85 per cent of this one tenth are in the class of the Mexican peon and Chiness coolie. So, begin in 1960 doing what it takes to get recognition in this life. Use what you have by beginning the next 94 years doing the things that will prove your worth, as an asset to the land in which you are a part. REV. A. JAMES FERGUSON Memphis, Let's Face Facts 1865 — 1960 To The Editor: Our last estimated census was 179 million plus. The American Negro represents approximately 18 1-2 million, about one tenth. The United States is a country of groups of every nation, each coming from far away lands with one purpose in mind, to use his given talent, to produce, and get ahead in life as a recognized people. Within one or two decades, you find an outstanding immigrant who came many miles thru hardships and risk. Let this 18 1-2 million carefully check and examine themselves, to see what they have contributed in the way of the essentials to make the United States the great nation it is. All of the business efforts that we major in are nonessential to our life and being. They are insurance, funeral homes, barber shops, beauty shops, cafes, dine and dance juke houses. Each is dependent on the weekly or monthly pay check from the nine tenths, who through trust, and applying their talents and monies hope to become outstanding in the economy and production of our needs, through research and industry. So, to you, the one tenth, stop being the 3rd servant in the parable of the talents in 25 Matthews, if you have hopes of recognition, pool your mites. Become producers of some of the things that are essential to life. Remember, as of now, 85 per cent of this one tenth are in the class of the Mexican peon and Chiness coolie. So, begin in 1960 doing what it takes to get recognition in this life. Use what you have by beginning the next 94 years doing the things that will prove your worth, as an asset to the land in which you are a part. REV. A. JAMES FERGUSON Memphis, Points To Possible Loss Of Millions In Hearings To The Editor: It has always been the basic principle in the trail of any case that whenever a judge or jury having any personal interest in the controversy should be excused. That is the American way. It is shocking and extremely improper in my opinion that two Senators, namely Kerr and Anderson, who now admittedly own and are representing their own groups and preside over the interior hearings and executive sessions On the helium bills before Congress and which amounts to a monopoly and will cost the people eventually hundreds of millions of dollars. In other words, they and their group, just like shooting fish in a barrel, would continue to extract millions of dollars from the government on these monopolies and at the same time, and by their own admission, they are being permitted to perside over the meeting and the hearings in these departments controlling what shall and what shall not be done. This is absolutely wrong from every respect, and these men should be immediately discharged from having any connection with those hearsings. The meetings should be handled entirely by unbiased, unprejudiced Senators or members of the Committee. Otherwise, the government and the people stand to lose many hundreds of millions of dollars. To those who are interested in the future of our country and expenses, it is suggested that they write their thoughts to the Senate to prevent this utterly wrongful and waseful procedure. Memphis Students sics and mathematics. Each student is required to take either biology, chemistry, physics and one of two mathematic courses from which he can profit most. A lecture in each of these courses is conducted one hour daily during the eight week period and eight hours a week for laboratory work. An elective course, Radiosotopes, is limited to students in the program who are enrolled in mathemtics two and physics. In addition to the science courses offered, the superior student may double his reading speed, increase his vocabulary, increase his comprehension and retention and thus learn more rapidly and thoroughly. This program is offered by the Knoxville College Reading Clinic, and will be used by students who need this help most: Educational field trips are planned to the Aluminum Company of America, Alcoa, Tenn.; Eastman Kodak Research Laboratories, Kingsport, Tenn.; BowaterSouthern Paper Company, Bowater, Tenn.; and Oak Ridge National Laboratories, Oak Ridge, Tenn. Seminars are held each Wednesday evening so that participants may report to the group the nature and progress of their particular project. Beginning the second week and extending through he sevenh week, six well-known scienists will spend two or more days on the campus discussing the pertinent problems in science with the participants and being available for individual consultation by students. The College's Tennis Courts and gymnasium, as well as a swimming pool are available to the students. Weekly socials and movies are scheduled. A trained person in physical education is in charge of organized athletic activities. A sightseeing-uicnic is planed to the Smokey Mountains National Park. Professor Joseph M. Reyes is program director; the instructional staff consists of Dr. Isabel B. Howell, biology; Dr. N. S. Bowman, seminar consultant; Dr. Z. K. Cheema, chemistry; Gordon Coe, radioisotopes; Wilton Cooper, physics; Dr. R. H. Harvey, mathematics I; Dr. William McArthur, biology; and Dr. John W. Neuberger, mathematics II. ACTIVITIES sics and mathematics. Each student is required to take either biology, chemistry, physics and one of two mathematic courses from which he can profit most. A lecture in each of these courses is conducted one hour daily during the eight week period and eight hours a week for laboratory work. An elective course, Radiosotopes, is limited to students in the program who are enrolled in mathemtics two and physics. In addition to the science courses offered, the superior student may double his reading speed, increase his vocabulary, increase his comprehension and retention and thus learn more rapidly and thoroughly. This program is offered by the Knoxville College Reading Clinic, and will be used by students who need this help most: Educational field trips are planned to the Aluminum Company of America, Alcoa, Tenn.; Eastman Kodak Research Laboratories, Kingsport, Tenn.; BowaterSouthern Paper Company, Bowater, Tenn.; and Oak Ridge National Laboratories, Oak Ridge, Tenn. Seminars are held each Wednesday evening so that participants may report to the group the nature and progress of their particular project. Beginning the second week and extending through he sevenh week, six well-known scienists will spend two or more days on the campus discussing the pertinent problems in science with the participants and being available for individual consultation by students. The College's Tennis Courts and gymnasium, as well as a swimming pool are available to the students. Weekly socials and movies are scheduled. A trained person in physical education is in charge of organized athletic activities. A sightseeing-uicnic is planed to the Smokey Mountains National Park. Professor Joseph M. Reyes is program director; the instructional staff consists of Dr. Isabel B. Howell, biology; Dr. N. S. Bowman, seminar consultant; Dr. Z. K. Cheema, chemistry; Gordon Coe, radioisotopes; Wilton Cooper, physics; Dr. R. H. Harvey, mathematics I; Dr. William McArthur, biology; and Dr. John W. Neuberger, mathematics II. SEND ANOTHER HEARSE Copyright 1960, by Harold O. Masur. From the novel published by Random House. Inc. Distributed by King Features Syndicate. Scott Jordan, a lawyer with a reputation for stretching the law to cover anything that will help his clients, is in a jam again. His ransacking of Dan Vaunts apartment for clues to where the literary agent has none with $50,000 belonging to an author was interrupted by the arrival of a young woman Jordan doesn't know. He tried to bluff his way out of the situation and thought he had until the woman called in a policeman. At a police station. Jordan had to get them lo believe that he was employed by Adam Coleman. Vainey's partner and brother-in-law to try to get back the money the Coleman & Varney Agency was due to pay Fred Duncan, a retired police officer, after selling the latter's sensational memoirs. Varney absconded while his wife was in Reno for a divorce and Coleman was out of town on business. Coleman's corroboration clears Jordan with the police and he introduces Scott to the young woman who caused his arrest—his sister Barbara. Varney's ex-wife. Scott learns from Coleman that Varney had a new heart interest, Kate Wallace ... I found Kate Wallace's building, a medium-size structure, once elaborately elegant, now merely respectable. I was eager for a look at the girl; curious to see what attractions would lead a man like Dan Varney to stray from the fireside with a wife like Barbara around. But this was not my day. Nobody home. So I vacated the premises and took a subway back to my office. My secretary, Cassidy, was at her desk. She caught my beckoning nod and followed me with a stenographic pad and several newly sharpened pencils. She sat in the red-leather client's chair and watched me reach for the phone. I dialed a number and waited for the laconic voice. "Hello, Max," I said. "Can you stop by here?" "When?" "Soon as possible. I have a job for you." "Twenty minutes." Max Turner disgorged words with all the prodigal abandon of a slot machine. I hung up. Cassidy had a pencil poised over her pad. I gave her the title of the action: And then I started dictating an answer to the summons and complaint that had been served on Adam Coleman. I entered a general denial, knowing that we really didn't have a leg to stand on. Adam owed the money and eventually, unless we found his partner, Dan Varney, he would have to pay it. It was a frivolous defense, without merit. And if Duncan's lawyer was on his toes, he would probably make a motion to strike the answer and award his client summary judgment. Cassidy got it all on the first take. "All right," I told her. "Type it up. The original goes to court and a copy to opposing counsel." She sighed with the air of a martyr. "Just once," she said, "I would like to see the cards stacked in our favor. A client with a clear-cut case. How come we always get the impossible ones?" "Not always," I said; "And besides, when did we lose a cass?" "When? Two weeks ago. You have a short memory." I grimaced painfully and gave her an aggrieved look. It was not a pleasant reminder. But Cassidy could afford to take liberties. She was practically a member of the firm. I and inherited her from my first and only employer, Oliver Wendell Rogers, when the old boy retired after forty years in practice. I could easily have found someone more decorative. But never as efficient or loyal. She was that rare commodity, a secretary with experience, wisdom, and initiative. She took notes out to her own typewriter and reappeared almost instantly. "Max is here." "Send him in." Max Turner was a private detective who had performed sundry chores for me in the past. His manner was habitually noncommittal. Below the surface, however, there was a hard, practical core. He had tenacity, intelligence, and a filing-card memory. And the ability to get at the crux of a problem without a long, time-consuming explanation. He listened to me with his eyes half closed and opened them when I finished. "So we have to find Dan Varney." "Yes. I suggest you canvass air lines, railroads, bus depots ... you know the procedure." "Are we looking for a live body?" Max asked. "Let's proceed on that assumption," I said. "He probably left the same day he cashed the check, which should narrow it down somewhat." Max nodded. "Any romantic entanglements?" "Only one, apparently. A girl named Kate Wallace. I'll tackle her myself." "Naturally." I ignored it. "And, Max, put a couple of men on it, if necessary." "Good men are expensive." "Keep it down as much as possible. Our client is not a rich man." Max tapped his forehead, recallingly. "Adam Coleman. Sounds familiar. Any relation to M. Parker Coleman, the hotel tycoon?" "His son." Max raised an eyebrow. "What do you mean, he isn't rich." "The father is rich," I said. "Not the son." "So? But I hear the old man isn't long for this world." "Who told you?" "Read it in one of the gossip columns." I nodded. The old man had been a wheel and his name was still newsworthy. It would always be linked with the business he'd founded. The Coleman Hotels. M. Parker Coleman had been a client of Oliver Wendell Rogers. So naturally, working in the office, I knew something about his affairs. That, however, did not influence the old man one bit when Rogers had retired. He did not keep me on as counsel for the hotels, except for scraps and minor matters. The plums went to a large Wall Street firm. Old M.P. was no longer active. The combination of a new wife and an old cardiac flutter had dissipated his energies and curbed his enterprise. A fresh management team had taken over the hotel chain, leaving the old boy enough leisure to indulge his spouse and count his dividends. Max said, "Your client will be rich if Papa Coleman dies." "Afraid not," I told him. "Adam objected to the second marriage. He insulted the bride outrageously. It got him tossed out of the ancestral homestead on his ear." "And the other children?" "Two daughters. Both of them jumped to Adam's defense and got the same medicine." "Tough." Max stretched and got to his feet and shambled to the door. "I'll keep in touch, Counselor," he said and left. I dialed St, John's Hospital, and told the switchboard girl I wanted to inquire about the condition of Mr. M. Parker Coleman. As expected, she connected me with the floor nurse. I apologized, informed her that it was urgent, and asked her to please page Adam Coleman. "I'm very sorry, sir, but we can't tie up this line," she told me. "I understand. However, this is an emergency. Would you ask him to use a booth and call his lawyer?" Three minutes later my phone rang and it was Adam. "Scott?" he said hopefully. "Something to report? Have you found Dan?" "I'm not a magician," I said. "I merely called you there to save time. About this girl, Kate Wallace, any idea where she works?" "Hold on. I'll ask Barbara." Silence for a space and then he was back. "Kate Wallace works for an advertising agency. Mitchell, Bodner and Olds." "I know the outfit. Incidentally, where is Barbara staying?" "At the Madison." "I'd like to ask her some questions about Varney. Find out if she'll be free later." I heard the squeak of hinges on the booth door and then the muffled sound of voices. "Scott?" It was Barbara this time. "Yes." "How about cocktails at fivethirty?" "Fine." "See you then." The prospect added flavor to the day. WHAT HAS HAPPENED Copyright 1960, by Harold O. Masur. From the novel published by Random House. Inc. Distributed by King Features Syndicate. Scott Jordan, a lawyer with a reputation for stretching the law to cover anything that will help his clients, is in a jam again. His ransacking of Dan Vaunts apartment for clues to where the literary agent has none with $50,000 belonging to an author was interrupted by the arrival of a young woman Jordan doesn't know. He tried to bluff his way out of the situation and thought he had until the woman called in a policeman. At a police station. Jordan had to get them lo believe that he was employed by Adam Coleman. Vainey's partner and brother-in-law to try to get back the money the Coleman & Varney Agency was due to pay Fred Duncan, a retired police officer, after selling the latter's sensational memoirs. Varney absconded while his wife was in Reno for a divorce and Coleman was out of town on business. Coleman's corroboration clears Jordan with the police and he introduces Scott to the young woman who caused his arrest—his sister Barbara. Varney's ex-wife. Scott learns from Coleman that Varney had a new heart interest, Kate Wallace ... I found Kate Wallace's building, a medium-size structure, once elaborately elegant, now merely respectable. I was eager for a look at the girl; curious to see what attractions would lead a man like Dan Varney to stray from the fireside with a wife like Barbara around. But this was not my day. Nobody home. So I vacated the premises and took a subway back to my office. My secretary, Cassidy, was at her desk. She caught my beckoning nod and followed me with a stenographic pad and several newly sharpened pencils. She sat in the red-leather client's chair and watched me reach for the phone. I dialed a number and waited for the laconic voice. "Hello, Max," I said. "Can you stop by here?" "When?" "Soon as possible. I have a job for you." "Twenty minutes." Max Turner disgorged words with all the prodigal abandon of a slot machine. I hung up. Cassidy had a pencil poised over her pad. I gave her the title of the action: And then I started dictating an answer to the summons and complaint that had been served on Adam Coleman. I entered a general denial, knowing that we really didn't have a leg to stand on. Adam owed the money and eventually, unless we found his partner, Dan Varney, he would have to pay it. It was a frivolous defense, without merit. And if Duncan's lawyer was on his toes, he would probably make a motion to strike the answer and award his client summary judgment. Cassidy got it all on the first take. "All right," I told her. "Type it up. The original goes to court and a copy to opposing counsel." She sighed with the air of a martyr. "Just once," she said, "I would like to see the cards stacked in our favor. A client with a clear-cut case. How come we always get the impossible ones?" "Not always," I said; "And besides, when did we lose a cass?" "When? Two weeks ago. You have a short memory." I grimaced painfully and gave her an aggrieved look. It was not a pleasant reminder. But Cassidy could afford to take liberties. She was practically a member of the firm. I and inherited her from my first and only employer, Oliver Wendell Rogers, when the old boy retired after forty years in practice. I could easily have found someone more decorative. But never as efficient or loyal. She was that rare commodity, a secretary with experience, wisdom, and initiative. She took notes out to her own typewriter and reappeared almost instantly. "Max is here." "Send him in." Max Turner was a private detective who had performed sundry chores for me in the past. His manner was habitually noncommittal. Below the surface, however, there was a hard, practical core. He had tenacity, intelligence, and a filing-card memory. And the ability to get at the crux of a problem without a long, time-consuming explanation. He listened to me with his eyes half closed and opened them when I finished. "So we have to find Dan Varney." "Yes. I suggest you canvass air lines, railroads, bus depots ... you know the procedure." "Are we looking for a live body?" Max asked. "Let's proceed on that assumption," I said. "He probably left the same day he cashed the check, which should narrow it down somewhat." Max nodded. "Any romantic entanglements?" "Only one, apparently. A girl named Kate Wallace. I'll tackle her myself." "Naturally." I ignored it. "And, Max, put a couple of men on it, if necessary." "Good men are expensive." "Keep it down as much as possible. Our client is not a rich man." Max tapped his forehead, recallingly. "Adam Coleman. Sounds familiar. Any relation to M. Parker Coleman, the hotel tycoon?" "His son." Max raised an eyebrow. "What do you mean, he isn't rich." "The father is rich," I said. "Not the son." "So? But I hear the old man isn't long for this world." "Who told you?" "Read it in one of the gossip columns." I nodded. The old man had been a wheel and his name was still newsworthy. It would always be linked with the business he'd founded. The Coleman Hotels. M. Parker Coleman had been a client of Oliver Wendell Rogers. So naturally, working in the office, I knew something about his affairs. That, however, did not influence the old man one bit when Rogers had retired. He did not keep me on as counsel for the hotels, except for scraps and minor matters. The plums went to a large Wall Street firm. Old M.P. was no longer active. The combination of a new wife and an old cardiac flutter had dissipated his energies and curbed his enterprise. A fresh management team had taken over the hotel chain, leaving the old boy enough leisure to indulge his spouse and count his dividends. Max said, "Your client will be rich if Papa Coleman dies." "Afraid not," I told him. "Adam objected to the second marriage. He insulted the bride outrageously. It got him tossed out of the ancestral homestead on his ear." "And the other children?" "Two daughters. Both of them jumped to Adam's defense and got the same medicine." "Tough." Max stretched and got to his feet and shambled to the door. "I'll keep in touch, Counselor," he said and left. I dialed St, John's Hospital, and told the switchboard girl I wanted to inquire about the condition of Mr. M. Parker Coleman. As expected, she connected me with the floor nurse. I apologized, informed her that it was urgent, and asked her to please page Adam Coleman. "I'm very sorry, sir, but we can't tie up this line," she told me. "I understand. However, this is an emergency. Would you ask him to use a booth and call his lawyer?" Three minutes later my phone rang and it was Adam. "Scott?" he said hopefully. "Something to report? Have you found Dan?" "I'm not a magician," I said. "I merely called you there to save time. About this girl, Kate Wallace, any idea where she works?" "Hold on. I'll ask Barbara." Silence for a space and then he was back. "Kate Wallace works for an advertising agency. Mitchell, Bodner and Olds." "I know the outfit. Incidentally, where is Barbara staying?" "At the Madison." "I'd like to ask her some questions about Varney. Find out if she'll be free later." I heard the squeak of hinges on the booth door and then the muffled sound of voices. "Scott?" It was Barbara this time. "Yes." "How about cocktails at fivethirty?" "Fine." "See you then." The prospect added flavor to the day. CHAPTER 4 Copyright 1960, by Harold O. Masur. From the novel published by Random House. Inc. Distributed by King Features Syndicate. Scott Jordan, a lawyer with a reputation for stretching the law to cover anything that will help his clients, is in a jam again. His ransacking of Dan Vaunts apartment for clues to where the literary agent has none with $50,000 belonging to an author was interrupted by the arrival of a young woman Jordan doesn't know. He tried to bluff his way out of the situation and thought he had until the woman called in a policeman. At a police station. Jordan had to get them lo believe that he was employed by Adam Coleman. Vainey's partner and brother-in-law to try to get back the money the Coleman & Varney Agency was due to pay Fred Duncan, a retired police officer, after selling the latter's sensational memoirs. Varney absconded while his wife was in Reno for a divorce and Coleman was out of town on business. Coleman's corroboration clears Jordan with the police and he introduces Scott to the young woman who caused his arrest—his sister Barbara. Varney's ex-wife. Scott learns from Coleman that Varney had a new heart interest, Kate Wallace ... I found Kate Wallace's building, a medium-size structure, once elaborately elegant, now merely respectable. I was eager for a look at the girl; curious to see what attractions would lead a man like Dan Varney to stray from the fireside with a wife like Barbara around. But this was not my day. Nobody home. So I vacated the premises and took a subway back to my office. My secretary, Cassidy, was at her desk. She caught my beckoning nod and followed me with a stenographic pad and several newly sharpened pencils. She sat in the red-leather client's chair and watched me reach for the phone. I dialed a number and waited for the laconic voice. "Hello, Max," I said. "Can you stop by here?" "When?" "Soon as possible. I have a job for you." "Twenty minutes." Max Turner disgorged words with all the prodigal abandon of a slot machine. I hung up. Cassidy had a pencil poised over her pad. I gave her the title of the action: And then I started dictating an answer to the summons and complaint that had been served on Adam Coleman. I entered a general denial, knowing that we really didn't have a leg to stand on. Adam owed the money and eventually, unless we found his partner, Dan Varney, he would have to pay it. It was a frivolous defense, without merit. And if Duncan's lawyer was on his toes, he would probably make a motion to strike the answer and award his client summary judgment. Cassidy got it all on the first take. "All right," I told her. "Type it up. The original goes to court and a copy to opposing counsel." She sighed with the air of a martyr. "Just once," she said, "I would like to see the cards stacked in our favor. A client with a clear-cut case. How come we always get the impossible ones?" "Not always," I said; "And besides, when did we lose a cass?" "When? Two weeks ago. You have a short memory." I grimaced painfully and gave her an aggrieved look. It was not a pleasant reminder. But Cassidy could afford to take liberties. She was practically a member of the firm. I and inherited her from my first and only employer, Oliver Wendell Rogers, when the old boy retired after forty years in practice. I could easily have found someone more decorative. But never as efficient or loyal. She was that rare commodity, a secretary with experience, wisdom, and initiative. She took notes out to her own typewriter and reappeared almost instantly. "Max is here." "Send him in." Max Turner was a private detective who had performed sundry chores for me in the past. His manner was habitually noncommittal. Below the surface, however, there was a hard, practical core. He had tenacity, intelligence, and a filing-card memory. And the ability to get at the crux of a problem without a long, time-consuming explanation. He listened to me with his eyes half closed and opened them when I finished. "So we have to find Dan Varney." "Yes. I suggest you canvass air lines, railroads, bus depots ... you know the procedure." "Are we looking for a live body?" Max asked. "Let's proceed on that assumption," I said. "He probably left the same day he cashed the check, which should narrow it down somewhat." Max nodded. "Any romantic entanglements?" "Only one, apparently. A girl named Kate Wallace. I'll tackle her myself." "Naturally." I ignored it. "And, Max, put a couple of men on it, if necessary." "Good men are expensive." "Keep it down as much as possible. Our client is not a rich man." Max tapped his forehead, recallingly. "Adam Coleman. Sounds familiar. Any relation to M. Parker Coleman, the hotel tycoon?" "His son." Max raised an eyebrow. "What do you mean, he isn't rich." "The father is rich," I said. "Not the son." "So? But I hear the old man isn't long for this world." "Who told you?" "Read it in one of the gossip columns." I nodded. The old man had been a wheel and his name was still newsworthy. It would always be linked with the business he'd founded. The Coleman Hotels. M. Parker Coleman had been a client of Oliver Wendell Rogers. So naturally, working in the office, I knew something about his affairs. That, however, did not influence the old man one bit when Rogers had retired. He did not keep me on as counsel for the hotels, except for scraps and minor matters. The plums went to a large Wall Street firm. Old M.P. was no longer active. The combination of a new wife and an old cardiac flutter had dissipated his energies and curbed his enterprise. A fresh management team had taken over the hotel chain, leaving the old boy enough leisure to indulge his spouse and count his dividends. Max said, "Your client will be rich if Papa Coleman dies." "Afraid not," I told him. "Adam objected to the second marriage. He insulted the bride outrageously. It got him tossed out of the ancestral homestead on his ear." "And the other children?" "Two daughters. Both of them jumped to Adam's defense and got the same medicine." "Tough." Max stretched and got to his feet and shambled to the door. "I'll keep in touch, Counselor," he said and left. I dialed St, John's Hospital, and told the switchboard girl I wanted to inquire about the condition of Mr. M. Parker Coleman. As expected, she connected me with the floor nurse. I apologized, informed her that it was urgent, and asked her to please page Adam Coleman. "I'm very sorry, sir, but we can't tie up this line," she told me. "I understand. However, this is an emergency. Would you ask him to use a booth and call his lawyer?" Three minutes later my phone rang and it was Adam. "Scott?" he said hopefully. "Something to report? Have you found Dan?" "I'm not a magician," I said. "I merely called you there to save time. About this girl, Kate Wallace, any idea where she works?" "Hold on. I'll ask Barbara." Silence for a space and then he was back. "Kate Wallace works for an advertising agency. Mitchell, Bodner and Olds." "I know the outfit. Incidentally, where is Barbara staying?" "At the Madison." "I'd like to ask her some questions about Varney. Find out if she'll be free later." I heard the squeak of hinges on the booth door and then the muffled sound of voices. "Scott?" It was Barbara this time. "Yes." "How about cocktails at fivethirty?" "Fine." "See you then." The prospect added flavor to the day. School Bill to segregated schools. Voting against the conference procedure were all four Republicans on the rules committee and three of its eight Democrats. Rep. B. Carroll Reese, R-Tenn., who had voted to clear the House school bill when it was stalled in the rules committee earlier this year, voted against the request for a conference. Supporters of the legislation had counted on his backing. Court Clears the enforcement of the 1957 "right to vote" Civil Rights Act. Dissenters were Justices Hugo L. Black and William O. Douglas, long associated with the court's so-called liberal wing. They agreed with Louisiana officials who contended the commission's hearing procedures violated the rights of witnesses. The case was the of a heavy "decision Monday" as the court strove to clean up-its docket before adjourning for the summer. Next Monday was regarded as the probable adjournment day. In its other major cases, the court ruled against deported aliens receiving social security benefits, held that enemy aliens cannot sue in U. S. courts to recover property seized in wartime, and put off until next term a decision on the use of union dues for political purposes. It also sided with organized labor in three cases involving the role of the federal courts in unionmanagement disputes taken to arbitration. But it said a federal judge issuing a no - strike order may bar changes in working conditions pending settlement of the controversy. The Louisiana civil rights case was originated by a group of Louisiana citizens and voting registrars who successfully brought suit to block a contemplated commission hearing on voting complaints by 67 Negroes. The challengers contended they should be told before the hearing who complained and why and that they should be given a chance to confront and cross - examine the Negroes. The commission does not allow such practices for fear of anti-Negro reprisals. HIGHLIGHTED HEAVY MONDAY the enforcement of the 1957 "right to vote" Civil Rights Act. Dissenters were Justices Hugo L. Black and William O. Douglas, long associated with the court's so-called liberal wing. They agreed with Louisiana officials who contended the commission's hearing procedures violated the rights of witnesses. The case was the of a heavy "decision Monday" as the court strove to clean up-its docket before adjourning for the summer. Next Monday was regarded as the probable adjournment day. In its other major cases, the court ruled against deported aliens receiving social security benefits, held that enemy aliens cannot sue in U. S. courts to recover property seized in wartime, and put off until next term a decision on the use of union dues for political purposes. It also sided with organized labor in three cases involving the role of the federal courts in unionmanagement disputes taken to arbitration. But it said a federal judge issuing a no - strike order may bar changes in working conditions pending settlement of the controversy. The Louisiana civil rights case was originated by a group of Louisiana citizens and voting registrars who successfully brought suit to block a contemplated commission hearing on voting complaints by 67 Negroes. The challengers contended they should be told before the hearing who complained and why and that they should be given a chance to confront and cross - examine the Negroes. The commission does not allow such practices for fear of anti-Negro reprisals. PRACTICES NOT ALLOWED the enforcement of the 1957 "right to vote" Civil Rights Act. Dissenters were Justices Hugo L. Black and William O. Douglas, long associated with the court's so-called liberal wing. They agreed with Louisiana officials who contended the commission's hearing procedures violated the rights of witnesses. The case was the of a heavy "decision Monday" as the court strove to clean up-its docket before adjourning for the summer. Next Monday was regarded as the probable adjournment day. In its other major cases, the court ruled against deported aliens receiving social security benefits, held that enemy aliens cannot sue in U. S. courts to recover property seized in wartime, and put off until next term a decision on the use of union dues for political purposes. It also sided with organized labor in three cases involving the role of the federal courts in unionmanagement disputes taken to arbitration. But it said a federal judge issuing a no - strike order may bar changes in working conditions pending settlement of the controversy. The Louisiana civil rights case was originated by a group of Louisiana citizens and voting registrars who successfully brought suit to block a contemplated commission hearing on voting complaints by 67 Negroes. The challengers contended they should be told before the hearing who complained and why and that they should be given a chance to confront and cross - examine the Negroes. The commission does not allow such practices for fear of anti-Negro reprisals. Negroes Register second mortgage on my house so I could make my crop. "I can't even buy a Coke or a bottle of aspirin or a loaf of bread except at McFerrin's he said. "You know I was asked away from a newsstand when I went to buy a newspaper." Booker T. Maris, who has never registered, said he went to the store he had been trading with for eight years and "they told me I couldn't buy anything for cash or credit." Sam Taylor told this reporter that he did manage to get his income tax return filled out but he was charged $25.00. "One night when my baby got sick," Laverne Towles said, "I went to get some medicine for my baby. The druggist told me he couldn't sell me anything. The grocer I've traded with for years won't sell me a loaf of bread and I can't buy clothes anywhere in the county." With crop loans closed to Negro farmers, some families are facing starvation because they have not been able to borrow funds even from friends outside the county. Through the civic league, the farmers have pooled their meager resources and help each other in what ever way they can. But the situation does not seem to be letting up. In fact, it appears to be worsening. They have asked the President to declare the county a "disaster area" and send in relief. Their plight will be on the agenda of the NAACP convention this week. Allen Yancey, Jr., one of a handful of Negro teachers spearheading the fight for the ballot, was fired from his post in April. He is pushing the desegregation issue. "You might as well get behind us and desegregate the schools," he told the welfare league Friday night. "They can't do any more to you than they've done already — unless they resort to violence." So far, violence has been absent from the county where farmers grow cotton, corn and peas. But there have been plenty of threats. Meanwhile, Negroes in Fayette county are pulling their belts a little tighter and facing up to the fight which has captured the attention of the entire world. The Fayette County Civic and Welfare League needs financial aid to help put and keep scores of familes back on their feet. Contributions can be sent to John McFerrin, Rte. 4, Box 135, Somerville, Tenn. Checks and money orders should be made payable to the Fayette County Civic and Welfare League. Bluff City Society tional Spanish and Portuguese.. Plans for the pilgrimage to the National Sorority Headquarters in Washington, D. C. (to be dedicated during the Christmas holidays) claimed the interest of Mrs. Bernice Calloway, former national officer who spoke to the members. Mrs. Minnie R. Echols was hostess to members of the Sigma Gamma Rho Sorority at their last meeting of the season Saturday. Officers named to serve for the ensueing year are Mrs. Mary R. Brooks, basileus; Mrs. Maridelle Reed anti-basileus; Mrs. Magnolia Bass, grammateus, Mrs. Willette Bowling, anti-grammateus; Mrs. Grace Parker, tamiochus and Mrs. Etta D. Boyd, epistoleus; Mrs. Mosetta B. Baughn, parliamentarian; Mrs. Amanda N. Brown, keeper-ofrecords and deeds. Officers were installed in an impressive ceremony by Mrs. Marie L. Adams, a former national officers and a charter member of the local chapter. A buffet supper followed the ceremonies with Mrs. Cora Blackmon, Mrs. Rosa Ford and Mrs. Inez Woods serving along with Mrs. Echols. MR. T. P. HARRIS, president of Metropolitan Assurance Company in Chicago and president of the National Insurance Association, was in town Monday. Mr. Harris was around with officials at the Universal, Union Protective and the Atlanta Life Insurance Companies. He made pop calls with Mr. and Mrs. Maceo Walker and Dr. and Mrs. Julian Kelso in the afternoon. MRS. O. B. BRAITHWAITE, MRS. PETER JONES and MRS. HARRY CASH are back after attending the wedding of the niece of Mr. and Mrs. R. J. Roddy (who alwent to Nashville for the round of affairs and the wedding) The Memphis group went to Kentucky Lake and visited Dr. and Mrs. John Young at Hopkinsville last week. MRS. LUCY PORTER WIRDMAN arrived here last week from her home at Rock Island, Ill., for a visit with her parents, Mr. and Mrs. W. P. Porter. Ran into Lucy who was prettier than ever at a party Saturday evening and at Mass Sunday morning. MR. AND MRS. HERBERT ROBONSON, JR., are the parents of a Baby Daughter, Teresa Renee who made her arrival at Crump Hospital last week. Mr. Robinson, Jr., is the principal at Manassas Elem. School. The Robinsons have three sons. MISS DORA TODD is back after attending college graduation exercise of her god-daughter, the former Miss Dora Jones of Chicago. Miss Jones is the daughter of Mr. and Mrs. "Bill" Jones (he is here now visiting his mother-in-law, Mrs. D. Robinson on Hilton Street. HOME from the summer after four years of hard studding at Fisk U. Is MISS MOSE YVONNE BROOKS, the third daughter of Rev. and Mrs. P. E. Brooks of 384 Edith Ave. Miss Mose Brooks received her A. B. degree this June from Fisk, where she was very active in campus organizations and received several awards and honors during her four years there ... She was named in who's Who Among Students in American Colleges and Universities and Miss Omega Psi Phi for 1959-60. Her brother, Phillip Brooks, Jr., is also home. He will enter his junior year at Fisk next Fall with a major in Physics. Two of the Brooks sisters graduated from Fisk several years ago.. and another younger sister will enter this fall. MRS. JENNIE TARPLEY is resting at Riverside in Nashville. The recently retired Porter School teacher was driven up last weekend by a daughter-in-law, Mrs. "Buddy" Tarpley. In town last week were the former Miss Ruth Henesty and the former Miss Phyllis Honesty, daughters of the late Prof, and Mrs. E. L. Honesty of Memphis (he was principal in the Memphis City School system for many years). Miss Ruth Honesty is now Mrs. Harold Nevers of Pittsfield, Mass., where her husband pastors the Congregational Church ... and Miss Phyllis Honesty is Mrs. C. C. Darnel at Lincoln University at Jefferson City where her husband is a professor at Lincoln. SIGMA GAMMA RHO'S INSTALL NEW OFFICERS tional Spanish and Portuguese.. Plans for the pilgrimage to the National Sorority Headquarters in Washington, D. C. (to be dedicated during the Christmas holidays) claimed the interest of Mrs. Bernice Calloway, former national officer who spoke to the members. Mrs. Minnie R. Echols was hostess to members of the Sigma Gamma Rho Sorority at their last meeting of the season Saturday. Officers named to serve for the ensueing year are Mrs. Mary R. Brooks, basileus; Mrs. Maridelle Reed anti-basileus; Mrs. Magnolia Bass, grammateus, Mrs. Willette Bowling, anti-grammateus; Mrs. Grace Parker, tamiochus and Mrs. Etta D. Boyd, epistoleus; Mrs. Mosetta B. Baughn, parliamentarian; Mrs. Amanda N. Brown, keeper-ofrecords and deeds. Officers were installed in an impressive ceremony by Mrs. Marie L. Adams, a former national officers and a charter member of the local chapter. A buffet supper followed the ceremonies with Mrs. Cora Blackmon, Mrs. Rosa Ford and Mrs. Inez Woods serving along with Mrs. Echols. MR. T. P. HARRIS, president of Metropolitan Assurance Company in Chicago and president of the National Insurance Association, was in town Monday. Mr. Harris was around with officials at the Universal, Union Protective and the Atlanta Life Insurance Companies. He made pop calls with Mr. and Mrs. Maceo Walker and Dr. and Mrs. Julian Kelso in the afternoon. MRS. O. B. BRAITHWAITE, MRS. PETER JONES and MRS. HARRY CASH are back after attending the wedding of the niece of Mr. and Mrs. R. J. Roddy (who alwent to Nashville for the round of affairs and the wedding) The Memphis group went to Kentucky Lake and visited Dr. and Mrs. John Young at Hopkinsville last week. MRS. LUCY PORTER WIRDMAN arrived here last week from her home at Rock Island, Ill., for a visit with her parents, Mr. and Mrs. W. P. Porter. Ran into Lucy who was prettier than ever at a party Saturday evening and at Mass Sunday morning. MR. AND MRS. HERBERT ROBONSON, JR., are the parents of a Baby Daughter, Teresa Renee who made her arrival at Crump Hospital last week. Mr. Robinson, Jr., is the principal at Manassas Elem. School. The Robinsons have three sons. MISS DORA TODD is back after attending college graduation exercise of her god-daughter, the former Miss Dora Jones of Chicago. Miss Jones is the daughter of Mr. and Mrs. "Bill" Jones (he is here now visiting his mother-in-law, Mrs. D. Robinson on Hilton Street. HOME from the summer after four years of hard studding at Fisk U. Is MISS MOSE YVONNE BROOKS, the third daughter of Rev. and Mrs. P. E. Brooks of 384 Edith Ave. Miss Mose Brooks received her A. B. degree this June from Fisk, where she was very active in campus organizations and received several awards and honors during her four years there ... She was named in who's Who Among Students in American Colleges and Universities and Miss Omega Psi Phi for 1959-60. Her brother, Phillip Brooks, Jr., is also home. He will enter his junior year at Fisk next Fall with a major in Physics. Two of the Brooks sisters graduated from Fisk several years ago.. and another younger sister will enter this fall. MRS. JENNIE TARPLEY is resting at Riverside in Nashville. The recently retired Porter School teacher was driven up last weekend by a daughter-in-law, Mrs. "Buddy" Tarpley. In town last week were the former Miss Ruth Henesty and the former Miss Phyllis Honesty, daughters of the late Prof, and Mrs. E. L. Honesty of Memphis (he was principal in the Memphis City School system for many years). Miss Ruth Honesty is now Mrs. Harold Nevers of Pittsfield, Mass., where her husband pastors the Congregational Church ... and Miss Phyllis Honesty is Mrs. C. C. Darnel at Lincoln University at Jefferson City where her husband is a professor at Lincoln. Five Members neaux, who would have been a senior in high school in the fall, was known as a "wild, wild driver." Viator said that police had received complaints about his driving and had cautioned him at least twice within the last six weeks. In addition to Babineaux and LaPorte, the dead included Alvin Bodin, a 19-year-old boy was was riding with Babineaux; Aaron Williams, Sr., of Patoutville, La., and his three sons; the Rev. Douglas Taylor, 28, a naturalized citizen from Ontario, Canada, who was a Pentecostal minister in Tupelo, Miss., and a passenger in his car, Patrick Henry, a 34-year-old oilfield worker from Jeanerette, La. Henry died early Tuesday. The sole survivor was Archie Alexander, Williams' son-in-law. He told police that all he could recall was that a red car struck them on the left side of their car. "Next thing I knew I woke up in a ditch full of water," he said. Mrs. Seward of Cleveland, Ohio. The group was scheduled to meet Mrs. Seward in New York City yesterday Thursday). Mrs. Seward is due back in Memphis July 24. While in South America she intends to visit cities in Argentina, Chile, Peru, Equador, Columbia and Panama. During her tour of South American there will be no interruption of "Know Your Library" which has been written up through July 13. Mrs. Seward received her education at Stillman Institute, Tuscaloosa, Ala.; Knoxville College, Tennessee State A&I University and the University of Chicago, Chicago, Ill. She is currently a Latin-mathematics teacher at Lester High. Mrs. Seward is affiliated with many religious, civic, fraternal and social organizations. She is the worthy matron of the A. D. Byas Chapter No. 194, O.E.S., president of the Elite Literary Club, member of Hiawatha Club, Phi Delta Kappa National Sorority, Zeta Phi Beta Sorority and other organizations. NO INTERRUPTION of Cleveland, Ohio. The group was scheduled to meet Mrs. Seward in New York City yesterday Thursday). Mrs. Seward is due back in Memphis July 24. While in South America she intends to visit cities in Argentina, Chile, Peru, Equador, Columbia and Panama. During her tour of South American there will be no interruption of "Know Your Library" which has been written up through July 13. Mrs. Seward received her education at Stillman Institute, Tuscaloosa, Ala.; Knoxville College, Tennessee State A&I University and the University of Chicago, Chicago, Ill. She is currently a Latin-mathematics teacher at Lester High. Mrs. Seward is affiliated with many religious, civic, fraternal and social organizations. She is the worthy matron of the A. D. Byas Chapter No. 194, O.E.S., president of the Elite Literary Club, member of Hiawatha Club, Phi Delta Kappa National Sorority, Zeta Phi Beta Sorority and other organizations. Grambling Sprint Ace To See Action In AAU Track Meet Tom Williams, highly perceptive Grambling College track coach, announced late Monday that he will enter star sprinter Stone Johnson in the National AAU track and field meet Friday. Johnson finished a step behind Charlie Tidwell, Kansas, in the NC AA 200-meter dash at Berkeley, Calif., last week to qualify for the final Olympic trials and Williams fervently hopes that he can certify for the 100-meters Saturday. Lewis jumped 6' 9" Saturday. Earlire he won the Drake Relay, Gulf Coast AAu, NAIA and Southwestern conference titles. Florida Univ. dropped for poor grades. A freshman in medical school, she had entered last Fall. The first Negro to enter the university, law student George Starke of Orlando, dropped out earlier this year.