Memphis World Memphis World Publishing Co. 1952-05-16 Chester M. Hampton 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 FBIDAX 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, H, Founder; C. A. Scott, General Manager CHESTER M. HAMPTON Editor Mrs. Rosa Brown Bracey Advertising Manager The MEMPHIS WORLD is an independent newspaper—non sectarian and non-partisan, printing news unbiasedly and supporting those things it believes to the interest of 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) ROUTE SUPERVISORS: SOUTHWEST: Jimmie Cooper, 119 E. Utah Phone 9-3700 SOUTHWEST: Mrs. Sadie Gray 1355 Kennedy St., Phone: 9-2824 N. EASTERN: Lucius Vessell, 1001 Thomas . . . OFFICE: Charles Moore, 397-C South Lauderdale GREATER WHITEHAVEN AREA—Lawrence Johnson ... Phone 35-4917 CENTRAL: James Hawes, Jr., 879 S. 4th Phone 39-2980 CENTRAL: Edward Craigen, 273 E. Virginia 9-5069 BINGHAMPTON: Gayther Myers, 675 Lipford Phone 48-0627 For any information concerning the distribution of THE WORLD, please contact one of your route supervisors, particularly the one in your respective district. A Stevenson Draft? There is increasing doubt, in some quarters, whether Governor Adlai E. Stevenson of Illinois has completely barred the possibility of a draft-Stevenson movement at the Democratic Convention. Several prominent officials think that Governor. Stevenson would not refuse a draft, and point out that he has not gone as far as President Truman in taking himself out of the race. J. M. Avery, Illinois Democratic National Committeeman, said recently that he thought he knew the governor well enough to say he was still "susceptible" to a draft. In Oregon, where a presidential primary is being held on the sixteenth, Governor Stevenson recently made a Jefferson-Jackson Day speech in Portland, and the newspapers in Portland agreed that day that Governor Stevenson was still a possible candidate. President Truman is also reported to believe Stevenson is still available for the nomination. The Democratic race for nomination. The Democratic race for nomination at the July convention thus takes on another unknown factor, something like the Eisenhower riddle which perplexed Republicans for so many months. It is probably accurate to say that the year 1952 has seen more "in again out again" presidential candidates than any other year in the country's history. All of which make for drama at the national convention in July. MEALTIME MELODIES! By GRACE WATSON Many homemakers are finding themselves in quite a whirl of activities this month There's the spring cleaning to be completed, the entertaining that comes with Carnival week, school closing activities and of cour the daily task of preparing three square meals for the family. With so much ahead, many energetic homemakers will work from dawn to dusk without pausing to relax. It will be well to remember that in the business world employers give their employees a ten to fifteen minute "break" in the midmorning and mid-afternoon. Research has shown that these rest periods promote efficiency—they give the worker renewed vitality Is it not wise that the self employed homemaker should take time to relax? No one neglects the homemaker as much as she neglects herself She arises early, prepares, dad and junior's breakfast, swallows a bite or two of breakfast herself, packs the lunch boxes, and as soon as she sees her family off, starts her house work. She stops for fifteen minutes about noon for a cold lunch. Then it's back to cleaning, cooking, laundering and she doesn't stop again until the last supper dish is washed. No wonder some women call housework a drudgery. Learning to stop and relax thirty minutes each day and to take an hour for lunch will take the drudgery out of housework. If mom would follow dad's example and on those rest periods enjoy a refreshing snack, she would realize increased vitality and feel that she is surely queen in her home. Energy giving snacks can be prepared quickly from well stocked refrigerator. All dairy products are light and very refreshing on a hot day. Milk drinks can be prepared quickly and are delicious alone or with dainty butter sandwiches. Whipped cream over fresh fruit makes an extra special snack with party airs. But treat yourself to the best, because your job is much too important to let yourself get run-down and under par. If you keep these things in mind, you will feel just as refreshed as this Pineapple Mint Sundae is refreshing. Serve it often for special occasions or family meals It is designed to give you more time for relaxation and still win applause. Add color to pineapple and juice to give delicate green color. Add sugar. Cook 5 to 10 minutes, or until slightly thickened, stirring occasionallly. Remove from heat, add extract or oil of mint, stir, pour into container. Cover Store in refrigerator. Serve over ice cream Sauces keeps several weeks. Makes 3 cups HEADLINES & BYLINES BY SILAS P. WASHINGTON Now is the time for us colored people to be unusually judicious. The most casual observer cannot help seeing from the way all of the candidates are pussy-footing around with that civil rights plank that their main concern is getting our votes — yes, getting our votes is their main concern Consequently, we must, like thinking people, look beneath the surface, ponder what is offered, and choose what is best for the country and us as well. And, that requires considerable thought. More important, we may as well make up our minds here and now that there will be no miracles wrought to get us out of our "slough of despondency." Of that you may feel very certain. It behooves us then to realize that we shall and must ascend in a systematic and orderly way as have all other groups. Of course, the credulous (those who are willing to believe without proper basis) will be determined to look to our genii to do for us what we shall finally have to do for ourselves. After all, I believe that we prefer doing it that way. Another slant on the subject is this: some will say, "I want my rights now!" Well, so do I! Yet, I have sense enough to know that I shall not get them now, nor next year, nor within the next 25 years! That may not be a pretty picture; still it is the true one — the one that must be faced and realized. So, we should do all we can to make the best possible citizens of ourselves. That is we must be more law-abiding, physically stronger, healthier, more industrious, more temperate, more moral. All of these and more are the prerequisites of complete integration. As I have said, that is not the picture many many of you want. That is of no great concern to me. My duty is to paint the true picture. And that is what I propose to do. The consequence is, rather than depend upon the outcome of the election or any other sleight we must face up to the plain truth that our salvation is in our own hands. Clash Between copal address, that is likely to come up is the possibility of forming a legislative council to supercede the powerful council of bishops. It appears that there is a definite interest in curbing what some call excessive power vested in the bishops. Sunday was a social day as no official business was discussed. Local AME ministers and members played hosts to the thousands of visitors in Chicago for the meeting. As it was Mother's Day, all AME churches in the city were overflowing, and the Coliseum also had a large crowd. Attracting more attention than the business sessions were scheduled appearances of ex-Judge Waties Waring the man who opened the South Carolina ballot for Negro voters and a representative of the new liberal South mode of thinking, and Carol Brice, the famed contralto. On Wednesday night, two governors with excellent civil rights attitudes—Alfred E. Driscoll of New Jersey and Adlai Stevenson of Illinois—were scheduled to address the conference. Their appearance ended the general public non-business part of the Quadrennial program. BLUFF CITY By CASTER M. HAMPTON The YMCA organizations of Memphis are opening a combined drive to aid the building fund which will help mature the expansion program undertaken in 1947 The term "building fund" is especially appropriate because that is just what the YMCA is doing – building. The physical structures that have been and are being erected are well representative of what the YMCA should be in a city like Memphis. A more important phase of YMCA "Building," however, cannot be measured in terms of square feet of construction space and bricks and mortar and Wood This building is in the intangible - yet so vital - area of character-building the YMCA as a character-building institution is almost without rival in these United States Work with the YMCA, play with the YMCA, membership in the YMCA are all indications of charac ter in American young people and adults. Identification with the YMCA is, in short, a certificate of character wherever one should be. This improved character is gotten through participation in YMCA programs; the fellowship of the gym-floor, the swimming pool and the camp; the mutual confidence of the board meeting and the banquet Coupled with the inestimable benefits to a transient servicemen and other travelers, the moral and spiritual guidance and the many other contributions to the community, the result in citizenship speak for themselves. That this character-building activity must be aided by a physical building structure is also evident Then, in gratitude for what the YMCA has done and in the faith in what the YMCA can do, this building drive should capture the support of every Christian worker in the city. Our front page today tells the story of three young children being burned to death in the slum area known to long-time residents as "The Puzzle." This blight on the City Beautiful s housing record lies just south-west of Third and McLemore. There are, despite many excellent housing facilities, many such "Puzzles" in Memphis - back-alley communities which literally swarm with living human beings. Certainly, it is obvious that if these conditions still exist, then still more metropolitan housing projects are needed. And more should be built. However, there will always be slum areas like "The Puzzle" if there is no attempt made to regulate or govern the living conditions offered for rent by various landlords. Certainly, from time to time individual land-lords who rent out such houses are brought to book. However, it would not be amiss to speculate that the larger number of these tenement shanties are owned by large, down-town corporations who are in other respect"respectable" and, "untouchable." These corporations are wealthy enough by now to erect new, decent homes on the sties of the old. They are wealthy enough to wire for electricity - to provide civilized plumbing facilities – to stimulate their tenants (by example) to a higher degree of cleanliness. The guilty landlords might argue – with considerable justification –that no one is forcing the inhabitants to live in these subsub-standard dwellings Well – on the other hand – no one is forcing them not to It is pleasing to report in this spate that voter registration in the Negro community here has once again gotten underw with tangble results. The Non-Partisan League, headed by Dr. E. Walker and Lt. George W. Lee, succeeded in the past k in obtaining over 100 registrants True, the persons were contacted, convinced and then transported to the voting place – but THEY ARE REGISTERED. Several weeks ago we noted here that voter registration was at a stand-still – the change to activity is most welcome. It would be ideal if potential voters could convince themselves that they should register and voteand then do so of their own accord and by their own resources. But since it is apparent that they don't, the methods used by the Non-Partisan League are most appropriate. (It still remains for this program to be supported by individual business, institutions and churches.) It must also be borne in mind that there is a strong likelihood of the registration offices being closed all day on Saturday during the summer and starting about June 1. An especial effort should, then, be made to register as many persons as possible before this happens. THE YMCA DRIVE By CASTER M. HAMPTON The YMCA organizations of Memphis are opening a combined drive to aid the building fund which will help mature the expansion program undertaken in 1947 The term "building fund" is especially appropriate because that is just what the YMCA is doing – building. The physical structures that have been and are being erected are well representative of what the YMCA should be in a city like Memphis. A more important phase of YMCA "Building," however, cannot be measured in terms of square feet of construction space and bricks and mortar and Wood This building is in the intangible - yet so vital - area of character-building the YMCA as a character-building institution is almost without rival in these United States Work with the YMCA, play with the YMCA, membership in the YMCA are all indications of charac ter in American young people and adults. Identification with the YMCA is, in short, a certificate of character wherever one should be. This improved character is gotten through participation in YMCA programs; the fellowship of the gym-floor, the swimming pool and the camp; the mutual confidence of the board meeting and the banquet Coupled with the inestimable benefits to a transient servicemen and other travelers, the moral and spiritual guidance and the many other contributions to the community, the result in citizenship speak for themselves. That this character-building activity must be aided by a physical building structure is also evident Then, in gratitude for what the YMCA has done and in the faith in what the YMCA can do, this building drive should capture the support of every Christian worker in the city. Our front page today tells the story of three young children being burned to death in the slum area known to long-time residents as "The Puzzle." This blight on the City Beautiful s housing record lies just south-west of Third and McLemore. There are, despite many excellent housing facilities, many such "Puzzles" in Memphis - back-alley communities which literally swarm with living human beings. Certainly, it is obvious that if these conditions still exist, then still more metropolitan housing projects are needed. And more should be built. However, there will always be slum areas like "The Puzzle" if there is no attempt made to regulate or govern the living conditions offered for rent by various landlords. Certainly, from time to time individual land-lords who rent out such houses are brought to book. However, it would not be amiss to speculate that the larger number of these tenement shanties are owned by large, down-town corporations who are in other respect"respectable" and, "untouchable." These corporations are wealthy enough by now to erect new, decent homes on the sties of the old. They are wealthy enough to wire for electricity - to provide civilized plumbing facilities – to stimulate their tenants (by example) to a higher degree of cleanliness. The guilty landlords might argue – with considerable justification –that no one is forcing the inhabitants to live in these subsub-standard dwellings Well – on the other hand – no one is forcing them not to It is pleasing to report in this spate that voter registration in the Negro community here has once again gotten underw with tangble results. The Non-Partisan League, headed by Dr. E. Walker and Lt. George W. Lee, succeeded in the past k in obtaining over 100 registrants True, the persons were contacted, convinced and then transported to the voting place – but THEY ARE REGISTERED. Several weeks ago we noted here that voter registration was at a stand-still – the change to activity is most welcome. It would be ideal if potential voters could convince themselves that they should register and voteand then do so of their own accord and by their own resources. But since it is apparent that they don't, the methods used by the Non-Partisan League are most appropriate. (It still remains for this program to be supported by individual business, institutions and churches.) It must also be borne in mind that there is a strong likelihood of the registration offices being closed all day on Saturday during the summer and starting about June 1. An especial effort should, then, be made to register as many persons as possible before this happens. "THE PUZZLE" By CASTER M. HAMPTON The YMCA organizations of Memphis are opening a combined drive to aid the building fund which will help mature the expansion program undertaken in 1947 The term "building fund" is especially appropriate because that is just what the YMCA is doing – building. The physical structures that have been and are being erected are well representative of what the YMCA should be in a city like Memphis. A more important phase of YMCA "Building," however, cannot be measured in terms of square feet of construction space and bricks and mortar and Wood This building is in the intangible - yet so vital - area of character-building the YMCA as a character-building institution is almost without rival in these United States Work with the YMCA, play with the YMCA, membership in the YMCA are all indications of charac ter in American young people and adults. Identification with the YMCA is, in short, a certificate of character wherever one should be. This improved character is gotten through participation in YMCA programs; the fellowship of the gym-floor, the swimming pool and the camp; the mutual confidence of the board meeting and the banquet Coupled with the inestimable benefits to a transient servicemen and other travelers, the moral and spiritual guidance and the many other contributions to the community, the result in citizenship speak for themselves. That this character-building activity must be aided by a physical building structure is also evident Then, in gratitude for what the YMCA has done and in the faith in what the YMCA can do, this building drive should capture the support of every Christian worker in the city. Our front page today tells the story of three young children being burned to death in the slum area known to long-time residents as "The Puzzle." This blight on the City Beautiful s housing record lies just south-west of Third and McLemore. There are, despite many excellent housing facilities, many such "Puzzles" in Memphis - back-alley communities which literally swarm with living human beings. Certainly, it is obvious that if these conditions still exist, then still more metropolitan housing projects are needed. And more should be built. However, there will always be slum areas like "The Puzzle" if there is no attempt made to regulate or govern the living conditions offered for rent by various landlords. Certainly, from time to time individual land-lords who rent out such houses are brought to book. However, it would not be amiss to speculate that the larger number of these tenement shanties are owned by large, down-town corporations who are in other respect"respectable" and, "untouchable." These corporations are wealthy enough by now to erect new, decent homes on the sties of the old. They are wealthy enough to wire for electricity - to provide civilized plumbing facilities – to stimulate their tenants (by example) to a higher degree of cleanliness. The guilty landlords might argue – with considerable justification –that no one is forcing the inhabitants to live in these subsub-standard dwellings Well – on the other hand – no one is forcing them not to It is pleasing to report in this spate that voter registration in the Negro community here has once again gotten underw with tangble results. The Non-Partisan League, headed by Dr. E. Walker and Lt. George W. Lee, succeeded in the past k in obtaining over 100 registrants True, the persons were contacted, convinced and then transported to the voting place – but THEY ARE REGISTERED. Several weeks ago we noted here that voter registration was at a stand-still – the change to activity is most welcome. It would be ideal if potential voters could convince themselves that they should register and voteand then do so of their own accord and by their own resources. But since it is apparent that they don't, the methods used by the Non-Partisan League are most appropriate. (It still remains for this program to be supported by individual business, institutions and churches.) It must also be borne in mind that there is a strong likelihood of the registration offices being closed all day on Saturday during the summer and starting about June 1. An especial effort should, then, be made to register as many persons as possible before this happens. REGISTRATION ACTIVITY By CASTER M. HAMPTON The YMCA organizations of Memphis are opening a combined drive to aid the building fund which will help mature the expansion program undertaken in 1947 The term "building fund" is especially appropriate because that is just what the YMCA is doing – building. The physical structures that have been and are being erected are well representative of what the YMCA should be in a city like Memphis. A more important phase of YMCA "Building," however, cannot be measured in terms of square feet of construction space and bricks and mortar and Wood This building is in the intangible - yet so vital - area of character-building the YMCA as a character-building institution is almost without rival in these United States Work with the YMCA, play with the YMCA, membership in the YMCA are all indications of charac ter in American young people and adults. Identification with the YMCA is, in short, a certificate of character wherever one should be. This improved character is gotten through participation in YMCA programs; the fellowship of the gym-floor, the swimming pool and the camp; the mutual confidence of the board meeting and the banquet Coupled with the inestimable benefits to a transient servicemen and other travelers, the moral and spiritual guidance and the many other contributions to the community, the result in citizenship speak for themselves. That this character-building activity must be aided by a physical building structure is also evident Then, in gratitude for what the YMCA has done and in the faith in what the YMCA can do, this building drive should capture the support of every Christian worker in the city. Our front page today tells the story of three young children being burned to death in the slum area known to long-time residents as "The Puzzle." This blight on the City Beautiful s housing record lies just south-west of Third and McLemore. There are, despite many excellent housing facilities, many such "Puzzles" in Memphis - back-alley communities which literally swarm with living human beings. Certainly, it is obvious that if these conditions still exist, then still more metropolitan housing projects are needed. And more should be built. However, there will always be slum areas like "The Puzzle" if there is no attempt made to regulate or govern the living conditions offered for rent by various landlords. Certainly, from time to time individual land-lords who rent out such houses are brought to book. However, it would not be amiss to speculate that the larger number of these tenement shanties are owned by large, down-town corporations who are in other respect"respectable" and, "untouchable." These corporations are wealthy enough by now to erect new, decent homes on the sties of the old. They are wealthy enough to wire for electricity - to provide civilized plumbing facilities – to stimulate their tenants (by example) to a higher degree of cleanliness. The guilty landlords might argue – with considerable justification –that no one is forcing the inhabitants to live in these subsub-standard dwellings Well – on the other hand – no one is forcing them not to It is pleasing to report in this spate that voter registration in the Negro community here has once again gotten underw with tangble results. The Non-Partisan League, headed by Dr. E. Walker and Lt. George W. Lee, succeeded in the past k in obtaining over 100 registrants True, the persons were contacted, convinced and then transported to the voting place – but THEY ARE REGISTERED. Several weeks ago we noted here that voter registration was at a stand-still – the change to activity is most welcome. It would be ideal if potential voters could convince themselves that they should register and voteand then do so of their own accord and by their own resources. But since it is apparent that they don't, the methods used by the Non-Partisan League are most appropriate. (It still remains for this program to be supported by individual business, institutions and churches.) It must also be borne in mind that there is a strong likelihood of the registration offices being closed all day on Saturday during the summer and starting about June 1. An especial effort should, then, be made to register as many persons as possible before this happens. PARSON by: ALICE ROSS COLVER Copyright, 1951, A lice Ross Colver. Distributed by King Features Syndicate. Returning to the Manse at Crestwood after four years absence at college. Anne Atwood the Parson's daughter is highly discontent She arns for an unconven a touch of gaiety luxury, ease. Joe Melick the town's rich show off ache ot had already tried to wood Anne but be is not the type easily to win a girl's trust. She has met Donald kept a newly appointed teacher at the Crestwood high school and white too, tries court her. Anne discourages his attentions because she athes his enurious teaching profession Kept and his sister, Virginia Moore and her husband. Philip have recently moved next to the Manse. These gay un-loving loorer stand a awe of their churchman neighbor But the Parson's human his personality soon wins their friendship Only Anne remains alo with Donald. THE FOOD was brought to the little, party on separate trays. Constance looked at them with appreciation. Italian pottery plates of yellow with a green design held the salad and thin triangular sandwiches. Ice tinkled in cool-looking green Mexican glasses. There was yellow napery and not buttered rolls in a carved wooden basket. The conversation moved along easily. Barth told of his travels, of once journeying to tar-off Egypt for the mere sum of two hundred dollars! Virginia's merry eyes met those of Constance, whose heart danced, and for the first time in all of her long years as a minister's wife she thought. I could be friends with this woman. I wouldn't feel constrained. She's wholesome, hearty, honest. Eventually, Barth's hobby, astronomy, was reached. Constance could see that the extent of his scientific knowledge came as a surprise, and when he said, quite casually, "Oh, I have no doubt, no doubt at all, that we will live to see space ships which will be able to leave this earth and reach the moon," they had looked, stunned. "Do you really believe that?" Philip asked. "I'm sure of it. Think of the strides science has made in the past fifty years. Astounding! Yet we have just begun to scratch the surface of what we may know and do." "I shall hate it," Virginia said flatly. "A world run by science! I hope I die before then." "The mind must be conditioned, the spirit must be cultivated to meet such an age." He turned toward Donald. "That's where you come in, young man. Teach your students that, to glorify the intellect alone is a terribly dangerous thing." Donald nodded and opened his mouth to reply but before he could speak Anne did. "What under the sun led you into teaching, anyway? Of all things!" Her voice, holding an unreasonable, anger, whipped him to a responsive anger. He looked at her, his glance a hot blue flame. But his voice was quiet, even a little scornful as here had been. You don't approve of teachers. I take it?" "Oh, approve! That's a silly question. Of course! We have to have them. But there are so many other things a man might do." She gestured toward her hosts. "Writing, painting, any of the arts. Or there are plenty of interesting business openings, I should think." For a moment Donald was silent. Then, briefly, "I happen to like teaching. The idea of it. That's all." And he deliberately turned away from her. Virginia, her shrewd eyes observing them both, said to herself, "So. He's not interested in her? He's up to his eyes, poor dear." There were observers of that lawn party, although none present was aware of it. The Peebles lived on a rising slope of land in the house behind the Moores. They had lived there ever since Crestwood was a country hamlet. Their home, of fussy gingerbread architecture, was dreary and out-moded. There had been two sons. One had been killed at Chateau-Thierry in 1918. The other, Ned, arriving unwanted ten or twelve years after his brother, had escaped the Second World War by becoming a mathematics teacher in the Crestwood High School. He did not enjoy teaching, nor did his pupils —or, indeed, anyone else—enjoy him. He moved through the halls at a quick trot, his narrow shoulders bent, his head down, speaking to no one. He growled at the stupid students and gave no word of praise to the bright ones. "Old Grouch" was his nickname, and it had stuck all the years he had been there. But he had tenure. And he did get algebra through the heads of many of the young people. He and his mother and father went regularly to the Little Stone Church every Sunday. Ed Peebles was an Elder; in fact, he was the eldest Elder. He was also a Trustee. Ned was a Deacon as well as a Sunday School teacher and handled his class of boys with the same grimness that he employed throughout the week. Minnie, his mother, was president of the Ladies' Aid. Ed, n retired from the New York ba where he had been a clerk from the time he was sixteen, basked in a smug contentment with himself and his life. But he was not happy. He had never been happy. None of there was, although it is doubtful if they were aware of it. What would they have talked about if something had not been wrong somewhere? That was their joy. Their three faces had grown, through the passage of tune, to look alike. They had just finished their Sunday dinner when Ed, rising went to draw a window shade precisely even, with the one next to it and glancing out, saw the group beneath the wistaria vine in the yard below. "Look what's going on," he said. Minnie and Ned Joined him. "Isn't that Anne Atwood?" Minnie demanded at once. "It is." "So she is home. Why wasn't she at church this morning, then?" "Yes, Why wasn't she?" "Sunday! And look at the way she's dressed." "Look at the way those others are dressed, too. Those new people." There was a silence as they peered. "What are their names—those new folks? Do you know, Ned?" Ned shifted a toothpick from one side of his mouth to the other. His voice held a rasp. "Sure, I know. I ought to." "What do you mean?" Ned pointed toward the group. "See that young fellow? Take a good look at him because"—his outstretched hand shook with his sudden anger — "he's just been taken on as a new teacher here. Starts next fall. No experience. Not a bit. But he's to get a bigger salary than I am. Burns me up, burns me up!" "Ned!" Minnie was shrill in her indignation. "How do they figure that? You've been there — how long now?" "Going on ten years. But that has nothing to do with it." "Well, it ought to! Why hasn't it, anyway? Why! That's the limit! Ed, do you hear what Ned's telling us? He's being cheated! By his own town." Ed said, with a slow, threatening relish, "This'll bear looking into. How does it happen, anyway, Ned? How can the school do such a thing as that?" Ned explained. After the war a wage schedule had been adopted with a minimum of twenty-two hundred dollars and a raise of one hundred dollars each year. He had been jumped immediately to the minimum and was now receiving twenty-four hundred for his annual ten months of work. Until a few weeks ago he had been as pleased as his nature permitted him to be. Now he said, "But this young squirt comes in here, brand new, and what's he getting? Twentysix hundred. That's what." Ed's eyes behind his glasses took on a glitter. "They can't do this to you. I'll see Carl Strong about it tomorrow." "Carl Strong is helpless. He may be Superintendent, but he's helpless." "Why is he helpless? What's a Superintendent for if not to see justice is done? Why is be helpless, I'd like to know?" "Politics. That's why." "Politics? I don't get it," SYNOPSIS by: ALICE ROSS COLVER Copyright, 1951, A lice Ross Colver. Distributed by King Features Syndicate. Returning to the Manse at Crestwood after four years absence at college. Anne Atwood the Parson's daughter is highly discontent She arns for an unconven a touch of gaiety luxury, ease. Joe Melick the town's rich show off ache ot had already tried to wood Anne but be is not the type easily to win a girl's trust. She has met Donald kept a newly appointed teacher at the Crestwood high school and white too, tries court her. Anne discourages his attentions because she athes his enurious teaching profession Kept and his sister, Virginia Moore and her husband. Philip have recently moved next to the Manse. These gay un-loving loorer stand a awe of their churchman neighbor But the Parson's human his personality soon wins their friendship Only Anne remains alo with Donald. THE FOOD was brought to the little, party on separate trays. Constance looked at them with appreciation. Italian pottery plates of yellow with a green design held the salad and thin triangular sandwiches. Ice tinkled in cool-looking green Mexican glasses. There was yellow napery and not buttered rolls in a carved wooden basket. The conversation moved along easily. Barth told of his travels, of once journeying to tar-off Egypt for the mere sum of two hundred dollars! Virginia's merry eyes met those of Constance, whose heart danced, and for the first time in all of her long years as a minister's wife she thought. I could be friends with this woman. I wouldn't feel constrained. She's wholesome, hearty, honest. Eventually, Barth's hobby, astronomy, was reached. Constance could see that the extent of his scientific knowledge came as a surprise, and when he said, quite casually, "Oh, I have no doubt, no doubt at all, that we will live to see space ships which will be able to leave this earth and reach the moon," they had looked, stunned. "Do you really believe that?" Philip asked. "I'm sure of it. Think of the strides science has made in the past fifty years. Astounding! Yet we have just begun to scratch the surface of what we may know and do." "I shall hate it," Virginia said flatly. "A world run by science! I hope I die before then." "The mind must be conditioned, the spirit must be cultivated to meet such an age." He turned toward Donald. "That's where you come in, young man. Teach your students that, to glorify the intellect alone is a terribly dangerous thing." Donald nodded and opened his mouth to reply but before he could speak Anne did. "What under the sun led you into teaching, anyway? Of all things!" Her voice, holding an unreasonable, anger, whipped him to a responsive anger. He looked at her, his glance a hot blue flame. But his voice was quiet, even a little scornful as here had been. You don't approve of teachers. I take it?" "Oh, approve! That's a silly question. Of course! We have to have them. But there are so many other things a man might do." She gestured toward her hosts. "Writing, painting, any of the arts. Or there are plenty of interesting business openings, I should think." For a moment Donald was silent. Then, briefly, "I happen to like teaching. The idea of it. That's all." And he deliberately turned away from her. Virginia, her shrewd eyes observing them both, said to herself, "So. He's not interested in her? He's up to his eyes, poor dear." There were observers of that lawn party, although none present was aware of it. The Peebles lived on a rising slope of land in the house behind the Moores. They had lived there ever since Crestwood was a country hamlet. Their home, of fussy gingerbread architecture, was dreary and out-moded. There had been two sons. One had been killed at Chateau-Thierry in 1918. The other, Ned, arriving unwanted ten or twelve years after his brother, had escaped the Second World War by becoming a mathematics teacher in the Crestwood High School. He did not enjoy teaching, nor did his pupils —or, indeed, anyone else—enjoy him. He moved through the halls at a quick trot, his narrow shoulders bent, his head down, speaking to no one. He growled at the stupid students and gave no word of praise to the bright ones. "Old Grouch" was his nickname, and it had stuck all the years he had been there. But he had tenure. And he did get algebra through the heads of many of the young people. He and his mother and father went regularly to the Little Stone Church every Sunday. Ed Peebles was an Elder; in fact, he was the eldest Elder. He was also a Trustee. Ned was a Deacon as well as a Sunday School teacher and handled his class of boys with the same grimness that he employed throughout the week. Minnie, his mother, was president of the Ladies' Aid. Ed, n retired from the New York ba where he had been a clerk from the time he was sixteen, basked in a smug contentment with himself and his life. But he was not happy. He had never been happy. None of there was, although it is doubtful if they were aware of it. What would they have talked about if something had not been wrong somewhere? That was their joy. Their three faces had grown, through the passage of tune, to look alike. They had just finished their Sunday dinner when Ed, rising went to draw a window shade precisely even, with the one next to it and glancing out, saw the group beneath the wistaria vine in the yard below. "Look what's going on," he said. Minnie and Ned Joined him. "Isn't that Anne Atwood?" Minnie demanded at once. "It is." "So she is home. Why wasn't she at church this morning, then?" "Yes, Why wasn't she?" "Sunday! And look at the way she's dressed." "Look at the way those others are dressed, too. Those new people." There was a silence as they peered. "What are their names—those new folks? Do you know, Ned?" Ned shifted a toothpick from one side of his mouth to the other. His voice held a rasp. "Sure, I know. I ought to." "What do you mean?" Ned pointed toward the group. "See that young fellow? Take a good look at him because"—his outstretched hand shook with his sudden anger — "he's just been taken on as a new teacher here. Starts next fall. No experience. Not a bit. But he's to get a bigger salary than I am. Burns me up, burns me up!" "Ned!" Minnie was shrill in her indignation. "How do they figure that? You've been there — how long now?" "Going on ten years. But that has nothing to do with it." "Well, it ought to! Why hasn't it, anyway? Why! That's the limit! Ed, do you hear what Ned's telling us? He's being cheated! By his own town." Ed said, with a slow, threatening relish, "This'll bear looking into. How does it happen, anyway, Ned? How can the school do such a thing as that?" Ned explained. After the war a wage schedule had been adopted with a minimum of twenty-two hundred dollars and a raise of one hundred dollars each year. He had been jumped immediately to the minimum and was now receiving twenty-four hundred for his annual ten months of work. Until a few weeks ago he had been as pleased as his nature permitted him to be. Now he said, "But this young squirt comes in here, brand new, and what's he getting? Twentysix hundred. That's what." Ed's eyes behind his glasses took on a glitter. "They can't do this to you. I'll see Carl Strong about it tomorrow." "Carl Strong is helpless. He may be Superintendent, but he's helpless." "Why is he helpless? What's a Superintendent for if not to see justice is done? Why is be helpless, I'd like to know?" "Politics. That's why." "Politics? I don't get it," CHAPTER NINE by: ALICE ROSS COLVER Copyright, 1951, A lice Ross Colver. Distributed by King Features Syndicate. Returning to the Manse at Crestwood after four years absence at college. Anne Atwood the Parson's daughter is highly discontent She arns for an unconven a touch of gaiety luxury, ease. Joe Melick the town's rich show off ache ot had already tried to wood Anne but be is not the type easily to win a girl's trust. She has met Donald kept a newly appointed teacher at the Crestwood high school and white too, tries court her. Anne discourages his attentions because she athes his enurious teaching profession Kept and his sister, Virginia Moore and her husband. Philip have recently moved next to the Manse. These gay un-loving loorer stand a awe of their churchman neighbor But the Parson's human his personality soon wins their friendship Only Anne remains alo with Donald. THE FOOD was brought to the little, party on separate trays. Constance looked at them with appreciation. Italian pottery plates of yellow with a green design held the salad and thin triangular sandwiches. Ice tinkled in cool-looking green Mexican glasses. There was yellow napery and not buttered rolls in a carved wooden basket. The conversation moved along easily. Barth told of his travels, of once journeying to tar-off Egypt for the mere sum of two hundred dollars! Virginia's merry eyes met those of Constance, whose heart danced, and for the first time in all of her long years as a minister's wife she thought. I could be friends with this woman. I wouldn't feel constrained. She's wholesome, hearty, honest. Eventually, Barth's hobby, astronomy, was reached. Constance could see that the extent of his scientific knowledge came as a surprise, and when he said, quite casually, "Oh, I have no doubt, no doubt at all, that we will live to see space ships which will be able to leave this earth and reach the moon," they had looked, stunned. "Do you really believe that?" Philip asked. "I'm sure of it. Think of the strides science has made in the past fifty years. Astounding! Yet we have just begun to scratch the surface of what we may know and do." "I shall hate it," Virginia said flatly. "A world run by science! I hope I die before then." "The mind must be conditioned, the spirit must be cultivated to meet such an age." He turned toward Donald. "That's where you come in, young man. Teach your students that, to glorify the intellect alone is a terribly dangerous thing." Donald nodded and opened his mouth to reply but before he could speak Anne did. "What under the sun led you into teaching, anyway? Of all things!" Her voice, holding an unreasonable, anger, whipped him to a responsive anger. He looked at her, his glance a hot blue flame. But his voice was quiet, even a little scornful as here had been. You don't approve of teachers. I take it?" "Oh, approve! That's a silly question. Of course! We have to have them. But there are so many other things a man might do." She gestured toward her hosts. "Writing, painting, any of the arts. Or there are plenty of interesting business openings, I should think." For a moment Donald was silent. Then, briefly, "I happen to like teaching. The idea of it. That's all." And he deliberately turned away from her. Virginia, her shrewd eyes observing them both, said to herself, "So. He's not interested in her? He's up to his eyes, poor dear." There were observers of that lawn party, although none present was aware of it. The Peebles lived on a rising slope of land in the house behind the Moores. They had lived there ever since Crestwood was a country hamlet. Their home, of fussy gingerbread architecture, was dreary and out-moded. There had been two sons. One had been killed at Chateau-Thierry in 1918. The other, Ned, arriving unwanted ten or twelve years after his brother, had escaped the Second World War by becoming a mathematics teacher in the Crestwood High School. He did not enjoy teaching, nor did his pupils —or, indeed, anyone else—enjoy him. He moved through the halls at a quick trot, his narrow shoulders bent, his head down, speaking to no one. He growled at the stupid students and gave no word of praise to the bright ones. "Old Grouch" was his nickname, and it had stuck all the years he had been there. But he had tenure. And he did get algebra through the heads of many of the young people. He and his mother and father went regularly to the Little Stone Church every Sunday. Ed Peebles was an Elder; in fact, he was the eldest Elder. He was also a Trustee. Ned was a Deacon as well as a Sunday School teacher and handled his class of boys with the same grimness that he employed throughout the week. Minnie, his mother, was president of the Ladies' Aid. Ed, n retired from the New York ba where he had been a clerk from the time he was sixteen, basked in a smug contentment with himself and his life. But he was not happy. He had never been happy. None of there was, although it is doubtful if they were aware of it. What would they have talked about if something had not been wrong somewhere? That was their joy. Their three faces had grown, through the passage of tune, to look alike. They had just finished their Sunday dinner when Ed, rising went to draw a window shade precisely even, with the one next to it and glancing out, saw the group beneath the wistaria vine in the yard below. "Look what's going on," he said. Minnie and Ned Joined him. "Isn't that Anne Atwood?" Minnie demanded at once. "It is." "So she is home. Why wasn't she at church this morning, then?" "Yes, Why wasn't she?" "Sunday! And look at the way she's dressed." "Look at the way those others are dressed, too. Those new people." There was a silence as they peered. "What are their names—those new folks? Do you know, Ned?" Ned shifted a toothpick from one side of his mouth to the other. His voice held a rasp. "Sure, I know. I ought to." "What do you mean?" Ned pointed toward the group. "See that young fellow? Take a good look at him because"—his outstretched hand shook with his sudden anger — "he's just been taken on as a new teacher here. Starts next fall. No experience. Not a bit. But he's to get a bigger salary than I am. Burns me up, burns me up!" "Ned!" Minnie was shrill in her indignation. "How do they figure that? You've been there — how long now?" "Going on ten years. But that has nothing to do with it." "Well, it ought to! Why hasn't it, anyway? Why! That's the limit! Ed, do you hear what Ned's telling us? He's being cheated! By his own town." Ed said, with a slow, threatening relish, "This'll bear looking into. How does it happen, anyway, Ned? How can the school do such a thing as that?" Ned explained. After the war a wage schedule had been adopted with a minimum of twenty-two hundred dollars and a raise of one hundred dollars each year. He had been jumped immediately to the minimum and was now receiving twenty-four hundred for his annual ten months of work. Until a few weeks ago he had been as pleased as his nature permitted him to be. Now he said, "But this young squirt comes in here, brand new, and what's he getting? Twentysix hundred. That's what." Ed's eyes behind his glasses took on a glitter. "They can't do this to you. I'll see Carl Strong about it tomorrow." "Carl Strong is helpless. He may be Superintendent, but he's helpless." "Why is he helpless? What's a Superintendent for if not to see justice is done? Why is be helpless, I'd like to know?" "Politics. That's why." "Politics? I don't get it," Steel Seizure screening or any rearming of prisoners of war in this camp, nor will any attempt be made at nomina screening." THE WORLD HEALTH FORUM By R. EARL BLAND, M. D. Physicians often hear patients complain that their knees are so weak that they can hardly stand up. They do not mean this, however, because it is the muscles surrounding the structure and not the knee that is involved. This large, muscle covers the thigh and is known as the "quadriceps." It is likely to become lax after confinement to bed because of illness or surgery. Strength and tone are lost and it may atrophy to such an extent that the leg becomes noticeably thinner. No wonder the individual feels wobbly when alkins is resumed. Going up and down stairs is most difficult because the muscles help to lift the leg on ascending stairs and steadies it when descending. It is this lack of confidence and security that has had to the term, "weak in the knees." Recovery is the rule, but it may be delayed in elderly persons, Falling is a common mishap because of their inability a look the knee to support the weight of the body The Quadriceps suffers wherever the knee joint becomes diseased or damaged Temporary paralysis occurs through a reflex mechanism that is not fully understood. Arthritis and "water on the knee." (Synovitis) are frequent causes. Now and then weakness of the quadricep muscles produces more disability at later date than the original joint disturbance. Simple, exercises will help to prevent "weak knee." A person who is ill or who has had an operation will profit by periodically holding the leg stiff and lifting the heel off the bed. If this is not possible the muscle should be contracted while keeping the heel on the bed. Later the leg can be lifted higher and higher. The amount of exercise must be governed by pain and fatigue, should either develop, the leg may be held in a restful position. These maneuvers are simple but as improvement occurs they can be increased to be more effective. The next step is to lift the outstretched, leg against resistance. This is done by attaching weights to the foot or having a companion hold the ankle while an attempt is made to move the extremity. This exercise, must be continued even after the victim is able to walk. As the heel strikes the ground with each step the quadri ceps muscle should contract to extend the knee fully and to encourage a secure gait. F. T. Writes: How long does it take the system to replace a pint of blood that was donated? EVER WEAK IN THE KNEES? IT WASN'T KNEES AT ALL By R. EARL BLAND, M. D. Physicians often hear patients complain that their knees are so weak that they can hardly stand up. They do not mean this, however, because it is the muscles surrounding the structure and not the knee that is involved. This large, muscle covers the thigh and is known as the "quadriceps." It is likely to become lax after confinement to bed because of illness or surgery. Strength and tone are lost and it may atrophy to such an extent that the leg becomes noticeably thinner. No wonder the individual feels wobbly when alkins is resumed. Going up and down stairs is most difficult because the muscles help to lift the leg on ascending stairs and steadies it when descending. It is this lack of confidence and security that has had to the term, "weak in the knees." Recovery is the rule, but it may be delayed in elderly persons, Falling is a common mishap because of their inability a look the knee to support the weight of the body The Quadriceps suffers wherever the knee joint becomes diseased or damaged Temporary paralysis occurs through a reflex mechanism that is not fully understood. Arthritis and "water on the knee." (Synovitis) are frequent causes. Now and then weakness of the quadricep muscles produces more disability at later date than the original joint disturbance. Simple, exercises will help to prevent "weak knee." A person who is ill or who has had an operation will profit by periodically holding the leg stiff and lifting the heel off the bed. If this is not possible the muscle should be contracted while keeping the heel on the bed. Later the leg can be lifted higher and higher. The amount of exercise must be governed by pain and fatigue, should either develop, the leg may be held in a restful position. These maneuvers are simple but as improvement occurs they can be increased to be more effective. The next step is to lift the outstretched, leg against resistance. This is done by attaching weights to the foot or having a companion hold the ankle while an attempt is made to move the extremity. This exercise, must be continued even after the victim is able to walk. As the heel strikes the ground with each step the quadri ceps muscle should contract to extend the knee fully and to encourage a secure gait. F. T. Writes: How long does it take the system to replace a pint of blood that was donated? BLOOD REPLACEMENT By R. EARL BLAND, M. D. Physicians often hear patients complain that their knees are so weak that they can hardly stand up. They do not mean this, however, because it is the muscles surrounding the structure and not the knee that is involved. This large, muscle covers the thigh and is known as the "quadriceps." It is likely to become lax after confinement to bed because of illness or surgery. Strength and tone are lost and it may atrophy to such an extent that the leg becomes noticeably thinner. No wonder the individual feels wobbly when alkins is resumed. Going up and down stairs is most difficult because the muscles help to lift the leg on ascending stairs and steadies it when descending. It is this lack of confidence and security that has had to the term, "weak in the knees." Recovery is the rule, but it may be delayed in elderly persons, Falling is a common mishap because of their inability a look the knee to support the weight of the body The Quadriceps suffers wherever the knee joint becomes diseased or damaged Temporary paralysis occurs through a reflex mechanism that is not fully understood. Arthritis and "water on the knee." (Synovitis) are frequent causes. Now and then weakness of the quadricep muscles produces more disability at later date than the original joint disturbance. Simple, exercises will help to prevent "weak knee." A person who is ill or who has had an operation will profit by periodically holding the leg stiff and lifting the heel off the bed. If this is not possible the muscle should be contracted while keeping the heel on the bed. Later the leg can be lifted higher and higher. The amount of exercise must be governed by pain and fatigue, should either develop, the leg may be held in a restful position. These maneuvers are simple but as improvement occurs they can be increased to be more effective. The next step is to lift the outstretched, leg against resistance. This is done by attaching weights to the foot or having a companion hold the ankle while an attempt is made to move the extremity. This exercise, must be continued even after the victim is able to walk. As the heel strikes the ground with each step the quadri ceps muscle should contract to extend the knee fully and to encourage a secure gait. F. T. Writes: How long does it take the system to replace a pint of blood that was donated? Sidelights Of "It is up to churches like the AME — this is not a plug for segregation — to carry a true Christian message and principle to those people It is up to you to take the leadership in this cause for world peace." Nevertheless, it was not White who attracted the most attention. This attention gotten was the unpredictable Edgar G. Brown, Republican candidate for congress opposing Rep. Dawson in Chicago. Many persons became uneasy as Brown apparently talked past his time limit of the platform. Brown almost took over the meeting as he droned about will rights and why he should be elected to congress. After viewing a number of "glances" Brown finally closed his talk. Two sparkling social events have taken the early spotlight in the eyes of the women attending the 34th Quadrennial Conference of the A. M. E. Church. One was political and the other was non political. SOCIAL EVENTS TAKE SPOTLIGHT "It is up to churches like the AME — this is not a plug for segregation — to carry a true Christian message and principle to those people It is up to you to take the leadership in this cause for world peace." Nevertheless, it was not White who attracted the most attention. This attention gotten was the unpredictable Edgar G. Brown, Republican candidate for congress opposing Rep. Dawson in Chicago. Many persons became uneasy as Brown apparently talked past his time limit of the platform. Brown almost took over the meeting as he droned about will rights and why he should be elected to congress. After viewing a number of "glances" Brown finally closed his talk. Two sparkling social events have taken the early spotlight in the eyes of the women attending the 34th Quadrennial Conference of the A. M. E. Church. One was political and the other was non political. Three 'Miss feel that others just as pretty but ot a different race aren't free to compete with her," Miss Betbeze said. Both she and Miss Shopp said that they had been aware there that they had not been aware there were any restrictions on race, color or creed when they competed. "Naturally, a contest like this should be the epitome of democracy," said Miss Myerson. "After won I went on a two year tour pointing to the contest as an example of American tolerance." Letter To The Editor For many decades the question has been raised whether the Negro is ready for integration. Like any question concerning the American Race problem involving the Negro, there are many profound schools of thought. The reason for this wide defusion of thinking is that planned confusion has divided the thought; not only of the rank and file Negro, but of the Negro leadership. It is unfortunate for the Negro that his vices have been widely publicized and his cirtues hushed His achievements have been nored even in text books and in public schools throughout America and his laxities have been publicized. Under these circumstances the average Negro would believe what he reads in the newspaper arid what he has been taught in school is true. ..jgle it sah shr dshdr shrdl mmb In the South especially, too many Negroes, educated and uneducated believe that they are of minor importance and that the Negro does not measure up with the White in quality, ability and all those things that tend to make one successful. It is settled that people in certain groups and classes react alike. The persons in these groups and classes need not be White nor Colored. It is only a hangover from slavery that White is right, white is fine and black is not fine. The Negro is learning fast that right and not white is right. A number of whites are also, beginning to learn that. For many years when the term White was used. It had reference to the top bracket, rich and educated Whites who had a fine fam ily tradition behind them: Not every White person has had an education, wealth and those advantages which helps to make a person great. People in the same group and class act alike: a common course and crude white man acts the same as a Negro of that level and it is because He has been taught no better. For the reasoning above, I would conclude that the Negro is ready for integration. Integration only means rights, privileges and justice under the constitution which has been guaranteed the Negro, yet he has to fight for it. Everyone anywhere in the world is ready for freedom, liberty and justice. It was said by many that the Negro was not ready for Big League Baseball. . .now we know he is. The Negro must make up his mind and be morally, physically, spiritually and psychologically ready to accept the blessings of our great Constitution when it comes and help to make America a great er nation. CHAS, H. FISHER, LLB. IS THE NEGRO READY FOR INTEGRATION?? For many decades the question has been raised whether the Negro is ready for integration. Like any question concerning the American Race problem involving the Negro, there are many profound schools of thought. The reason for this wide defusion of thinking is that planned confusion has divided the thought; not only of the rank and file Negro, but of the Negro leadership. It is unfortunate for the Negro that his vices have been widely publicized and his cirtues hushed His achievements have been nored even in text books and in public schools throughout America and his laxities have been publicized. Under these circumstances the average Negro would believe what he reads in the newspaper arid what he has been taught in school is true. ..jgle it sah shr dshdr shrdl mmb In the South especially, too many Negroes, educated and uneducated believe that they are of minor importance and that the Negro does not measure up with the White in quality, ability and all those things that tend to make one successful. It is settled that people in certain groups and classes react alike. The persons in these groups and classes need not be White nor Colored. It is only a hangover from slavery that White is right, white is fine and black is not fine. The Negro is learning fast that right and not white is right. A number of whites are also, beginning to learn that. For many years when the term White was used. It had reference to the top bracket, rich and educated Whites who had a fine fam ily tradition behind them: Not every White person has had an education, wealth and those advantages which helps to make a person great. People in the same group and class act alike: a common course and crude white man acts the same as a Negro of that level and it is because He has been taught no better. For the reasoning above, I would conclude that the Negro is ready for integration. Integration only means rights, privileges and justice under the constitution which has been guaranteed the Negro, yet he has to fight for it. Everyone anywhere in the world is ready for freedom, liberty and justice. It was said by many that the Negro was not ready for Big League Baseball. . .now we know he is. The Negro must make up his mind and be morally, physically, spiritually and psychologically ready to accept the blessings of our great Constitution when it comes and help to make America a great er nation. CHAS, H. FISHER, LLB. REVIEWING THE NEWS By WILLIAM GORDON Managing Editor Atlanta Daily World Recently, the people of the United States have begun to be disturbed over the repeated slayings of key witnesses in New York and the somewhat revival of the underworld. So widespread are same of these practices that the federal government has become the central point of attack by people who are beginning to get tired of crime and corruption. This is the way it should be; for crime and corruption have no place in a civilized culture. The Kefauver Committee did a fine job of revealing the corruption and crime prevalent in communities throughout the country. But the mere exposure of this situation is not enough to bring about the kind of satisfaction we want. The people involved should be brought to justice and there should be no long time about doing it. So well organized is the underworld today, that the leaders are able to hide and muster protection despite their illegal dealings. The ability for underworld leaders to hide behind the shield of their wrong-doings and get away with them is certainly adding to the low morale of the people in general. The Kefauver Committee did a fine job of probing into certain phases of crime but there is a lot yet left undone. The Harry T. Moore case has not been solved yet and perhaps we could name many more in the same predicament. All all of the bombings of homes, destruction of human life, remain a mystery on the records of crime. If those in authority who are supposed to enforce the law are not able to do so, then there is little hope for normal American tranquility. Of all the repulsive things, perhaps the most revolting is that of a corrupt political machine, combined with intimidation by organized gangsterism, which in the final analysis, prevents the normal application of laws designed to protect the people. Current crime is a disgrace to all Americans and a cancerous growth in our system of law and order. The Revival of Gangsterism By WILLIAM GORDON Managing Editor Atlanta Daily World Recently, the people of the United States have begun to be disturbed over the repeated slayings of key witnesses in New York and the somewhat revival of the underworld. So widespread are same of these practices that the federal government has become the central point of attack by people who are beginning to get tired of crime and corruption. This is the way it should be; for crime and corruption have no place in a civilized culture. The Kefauver Committee did a fine job of revealing the corruption and crime prevalent in communities throughout the country. But the mere exposure of this situation is not enough to bring about the kind of satisfaction we want. The people involved should be brought to justice and there should be no long time about doing it. So well organized is the underworld today, that the leaders are able to hide and muster protection despite their illegal dealings. The ability for underworld leaders to hide behind the shield of their wrong-doings and get away with them is certainly adding to the low morale of the people in general. The Kefauver Committee did a fine job of probing into certain phases of crime but there is a lot yet left undone. The Harry T. Moore case has not been solved yet and perhaps we could name many more in the same predicament. All all of the bombings of homes, destruction of human life, remain a mystery on the records of crime. If those in authority who are supposed to enforce the law are not able to do so, then there is little hope for normal American tranquility. Of all the repulsive things, perhaps the most revolting is that of a corrupt political machine, combined with intimidation by organized gangsterism, which in the final analysis, prevents the normal application of laws designed to protect the people. Current crime is a disgrace to all Americans and a cancerous growth in our system of law and order. St. Augustine Church And School News Bishop Sheen will telecast an address Sunday at 10 a. m over Television Station WMCT. This will be the st of a series of thirteen messages which will be delivered each Sunday morning. The Big Trophy was received by St. Augustine School from the Sierra Club since Greta Bradfield, 7th Grade, won in the Vocation Essay Contest sponsored by the club. Johnette Berkley, 9th Grader, was also a winner. Both students will receive $25.00 Bonds as awards Sunday, May 25 at 9 a. m. High Mass...The Baccalaureate Sermon will be delivered by Reverend Louis Bertrand, O. F. M., Th. Dr. of the teaching staff at the Francisan Theological Seminary in Illinois. Fr. Bertrand is at present assistant at St. Mary's in Memphis. Theresa Brown, 13-year-old eighth grader St. Augustine School, became the champion spell er of Shelby County and Memphis on Friday night, May 9 at Booker T. Washington Auditorium. In the past five years, St. Augustine has had three champion, Fred Smith, Jeanette Lynn and Theresa Brown Congratulations to the Champ and her teacher and parents. The St. Christopher Club me Thursday, May 8 at 8 p m at the residence of Mrs. R. L. Thompson 234 S. Camilla, Mrs. Maggie Woods is president. Henry Palmer won second prize in the WDIA Essay Contest. Robert Washington and Harold Kennedy won honorable mention. All are high school students of St. Angus tine School. Mass for Mr. James Summer Pick ett, pioneer member of St Augustine Parish, was held at 9 p.m. at the church. Ft, Bertrand Kosh, officiated. be apaid for by the City of Asbury Park.