Memphis World
Memphis World Publishing Co.
1956-03-27
Raymond F. Tisby

Memphis World
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To Grow In Tennessee GOP Must Be
Party For All
We commend the efforts of Guy Smith, state Republican
chairman, for his visit to Memphis this post week to attempt to
settle rift between local Republican factions,
We do not attempt to judge who is right or wrong, undoubtedly 
each side feels that it is the side of right, in the matter but
we do know that the Republican party in Tennessee con afford to
be split asunder by petty bickering and personality clashes.
To grow in Tennessee, as well as in other parts of the South,
the GOP must of course attract new members, but not, we hasten
to point out, at the expense of purging those who have worked
ing of Johnny come lately "Republicans" who come not so much
foolhardy, and yea, even dangerous to be so labeled.
During the many years of Democrat dominance, only a few
in the South sought to cast their lot with the Republican party.
Many of these were Negroes.
Now with the GOP in control nationally the key to patronage
in the South rest, to a great extent, in the hands of black men.
We have watched, with consternation, the sudden blossoming 
of johnny come lately "Republicans" who come not so much
to join as to grasp the reins of leadership from those who have
stood when it wasn't popular to stand.
We do not, of course, accuse the local "New Guard" of such
motives but we would urge them to better illustrate their willing
ness to "join" the party and not so much their willingness to "boss"
the party.
This being an independent paper, neither Republican or
Democrat, we encourage the growth of the Republican party in
Tennessee, and the South, for we realize that if the South is ever
to gain its just prominence it must throw off its shackles of a one
party system.
To grow the GOP must be neither all white or all Negro but
the party of all the people!

MY WEEKLY
SERMON
REV. BLAIR T. HUNT.
PASTOR
MISSISSIPPI BLVD. CHRISTIAN
CHURCH, MEMPHIS


"Father, into thy hands I commend 
my spirit." Luke 23: 45.
For the past few weeks we have
been in Jerusalem. We have sat at
the foot of the old rugged cross
and heard the last words of Jesus.
Even on the cross the love of
Christ was so great that he could
pray for forgiveness toward those
who nailed his hands and feet to
the cross. Surely greater love has
no man than this.
To the malefactor he spoke an
answer to a prayer, "Today Thou
Shalt Be With Mr In Paradise."
In his third word of sentence
"Woman. Behold thy Son. Behold
Thy Mother" . . . The apostle John
was united to Mary, the mother of
Jesus. Jesus wants those who shared
his love to love one another.
And now there is a cry from the
depths of the heart of Jesus, "My
God, My God, Why Hast Thou Forsaken 
Me?" Pain, for the time

seemed to master the spirit. Such is
our experience. But the spirit will
conquer in the end.
Soon. Jesus makes his lust request
for his human body ... The last
his human body will ever make.
He said. "I Thirst." There comes a
time when the changes of the temporal 
body must yield to the demands 
of eternity.
Now his temporal life was almost
over, He had been true to his call.
The body was weary, but the heart
was satisfied. What a satisfaction
comes to those who arc faithful to
the end. With' an unearthly smile
upon his face, Jesus cries. "It Is
Finished."
All the prophecies of the Old
Testament had been fulfilled, as
well as John's end his own. As
prophesied, he had been born in
the city of David, and in a stable.
He had his verifications and credentials 
from the prophets of old.
Lake a college or high school commencement, 
this event resembles it
in being a recognition of a successful 
achievement whose face is altogether 
toward the future. Soon we

will behold the commencement on
Easter morning.
"It is finished"; having uttered
these words he sighed deeply and
spoke as his mother Mary often had
heard him speak as a small lad before 
falling asleep on his little bed
in Nazareth. "Father, into your
hands I commend my spirit."
A bed-time prayer of all little Hebrew 
children Bowing his head, He
gave up the ghost.
In this manner Jesus the Christ
died, about 4 P. M. in the sultry air
of a black Friday . . . . But now
to us a Good Friday.
There is mystery here . . . . . profound 
mystery. Truly it is the heartbreak 
of God if you would see
God's heart broken, then ponder
the cross ah else had failed. But
Jesus died on that cross to save us
all. On Calvary God stooped to share
our sharpest pangs and our bitterest 
tears. There is beauty in it all.
. . . But a terrible neauty.
"Love can do no more than die.
. . . . Except to die in the strangest
and saddest manner."
"When I survey the wondrous
cross.
On which the Prince of Glory died
My richest gain I court but Ice.
And pour contempt an all my
pride."

(SERMONETTE)
REV. BLAIR T. HUNT.
PASTOR
MISSISSIPPI BLVD. CHRISTIAN
CHURCH, MEMPHIS


"Father, into thy hands I commend 
my spirit." Luke 23: 45.
For the past few weeks we have
been in Jerusalem. We have sat at
the foot of the old rugged cross
and heard the last words of Jesus.
Even on the cross the love of
Christ was so great that he could
pray for forgiveness toward those
who nailed his hands and feet to
the cross. Surely greater love has
no man than this.
To the malefactor he spoke an
answer to a prayer, "Today Thou
Shalt Be With Mr In Paradise."
In his third word of sentence
"Woman. Behold thy Son. Behold
Thy Mother" . . . The apostle John
was united to Mary, the mother of
Jesus. Jesus wants those who shared
his love to love one another.
And now there is a cry from the
depths of the heart of Jesus, "My
God, My God, Why Hast Thou Forsaken 
Me?" Pain, for the time

seemed to master the spirit. Such is
our experience. But the spirit will
conquer in the end.
Soon. Jesus makes his lust request
for his human body ... The last
his human body will ever make.
He said. "I Thirst." There comes a
time when the changes of the temporal 
body must yield to the demands 
of eternity.
Now his temporal life was almost
over, He had been true to his call.
The body was weary, but the heart
was satisfied. What a satisfaction
comes to those who arc faithful to
the end. With' an unearthly smile
upon his face, Jesus cries. "It Is
Finished."
All the prophecies of the Old
Testament had been fulfilled, as
well as John's end his own. As
prophesied, he had been born in
the city of David, and in a stable.
He had his verifications and credentials 
from the prophets of old.
Lake a college or high school commencement, 
this event resembles it
in being a recognition of a successful 
achievement whose face is altogether 
toward the future. Soon we

will behold the commencement on
Easter morning.
"It is finished"; having uttered
these words he sighed deeply and
spoke as his mother Mary often had
heard him speak as a small lad before 
falling asleep on his little bed
in Nazareth. "Father, into your
hands I commend my spirit."
A bed-time prayer of all little Hebrew 
children Bowing his head, He
gave up the ghost.
In this manner Jesus the Christ
died, about 4 P. M. in the sultry air
of a black Friday . . . . But now
to us a Good Friday.
There is mystery here . . . . . profound 
mystery. Truly it is the heartbreak 
of God if you would see
God's heart broken, then ponder
the cross ah else had failed. But
Jesus died on that cross to save us
all. On Calvary God stooped to share
our sharpest pangs and our bitterest 
tears. There is beauty in it all.
. . . But a terrible neauty.
"Love can do no more than die.
. . . . Except to die in the strangest
and saddest manner."
"When I survey the wondrous
cross.
On which the Prince of Glory died
My richest gain I court but Ice.
And pour contempt an all my
pride."

CITED AT ARMY DEPOT HERE —
Sidney A. Stewart, Jr. (left) and
James Thompson, Jr. (right), Maintenance Branch, share a $10.00
award for an adopted suggestion, at the Army's Memphis General
Depot on Airways Blvd. Their award-winning suggestion was to
reverse lugs on Hyster lifts in order to prevent wheels from loosening 
 spinning and heavy loads.

REVIEWING
THE NEWS
BY WILLIAM GORDON
Managing Editor, Atlanta Daily World
Even the most conservative is forced to admit that the work
of the United Nations during its decade, of existence, has done a
fantastic job for peace. No one is able to state it specifically, but
it's common belief that many a war, acts of hostility as well as
incidents of violence, have been avoided only because of the
United Nations.
The success of the UN has not been attributed to the massive
network of steel making up the UN buildings, nor the area or
land on which it stands. Its success can more directly be traced
to the willingness of representatives of various countries to sit
down and discuss matters together. It is true that many do not
agree. Members representing the "Iron Curtain" countries have
been known to walk out in protest over issues. No matter how
crucial, they always come back to discuss matters further.
This sort of thing has not always been true in some parts
of the South, especially in those parts openly defying the Supreme
Court's decision. Such has been so obvious that even a Southern
newspaperman has spoken critically of it.
"I wished for you while in Montgomery, Alabama," he said.
"I wished far you because I needed someone to get to the Negro
community, to get the real story. There seems to exist in Montgomery, 
as it does in many other Southern communities," "An Iron
Curtain" between the races. There exist, "very little communications 
between the two racial groups.
The newsman was puzzled by this experience. However,
many Negroes, irrespective of social status, have known this for
generations. The irony of it is that, there are relatively few communities 
in the hard-core "Deep South" where Negro leaders are
called in on affairs even directly affecting them. They get no
chance to discuss matters on a policy-making level. The pattern
has been to decide on matters, and pass on to the Negro community 
what the white community thinks it should have.
What we are trying to say, is that, there has been no
United Nations procedure, no area of arbitration, no set program
for a meeting ground of ideas, even though Negroes may constitute 
one-third and in some cases, one-half of the population
concerned with.
This white newspaperman was startled at the thought of
the idea, and the Alabama bus protest case opened his eyes
to only a few of the evils of segregation.
His concern was the news. He could best obtain his news if
he talked with Negroes as well as whites to get the story. But
there was the "Iron Curtain" of racial animosity, the oge-old
pattern of segregation which holds Negroes and whites apart. The
pattern becomes more and more of a problem, because even the
more decent and well-meaning elements of the white race are
cut away from reality.
A lot of trouble could be avoided, A lot of ill feeling, racial
hatred and misunderstanding could be prevented if people were
allowed to sit down together in the fashion of the United Nations.
It is almost that simple.
It should be obvious to all of us, that the more we chip away
the rights of others, the more we restrict, the wore we refuse to
respect the other fellow's point of view, whether he agrees or not,
we are constantly building an "Iran Curtain" of hate. Those bent
on continuing this, are cutting away their own rights.

The "Iron Curtain Of Race Hate"
BY WILLIAM GORDON
Managing Editor, Atlanta Daily World
Even the most conservative is forced to admit that the work
of the United Nations during its decade, of existence, has done a
fantastic job for peace. No one is able to state it specifically, but
it's common belief that many a war, acts of hostility as well as
incidents of violence, have been avoided only because of the
United Nations.
The success of the UN has not been attributed to the massive
network of steel making up the UN buildings, nor the area or
land on which it stands. Its success can more directly be traced
to the willingness of representatives of various countries to sit
down and discuss matters together. It is true that many do not
agree. Members representing the "Iron Curtain" countries have
been known to walk out in protest over issues. No matter how
crucial, they always come back to discuss matters further.
This sort of thing has not always been true in some parts
of the South, especially in those parts openly defying the Supreme
Court's decision. Such has been so obvious that even a Southern
newspaperman has spoken critically of it.
"I wished for you while in Montgomery, Alabama," he said.
"I wished far you because I needed someone to get to the Negro
community, to get the real story. There seems to exist in Montgomery, 
as it does in many other Southern communities," "An Iron
Curtain" between the races. There exist, "very little communications 
between the two racial groups.
The newsman was puzzled by this experience. However,
many Negroes, irrespective of social status, have known this for
generations. The irony of it is that, there are relatively few communities 
in the hard-core "Deep South" where Negro leaders are
called in on affairs even directly affecting them. They get no
chance to discuss matters on a policy-making level. The pattern
has been to decide on matters, and pass on to the Negro community 
what the white community thinks it should have.
What we are trying to say, is that, there has been no
United Nations procedure, no area of arbitration, no set program
for a meeting ground of ideas, even though Negroes may constitute 
one-third and in some cases, one-half of the population
concerned with.
This white newspaperman was startled at the thought of
the idea, and the Alabama bus protest case opened his eyes
to only a few of the evils of segregation.
His concern was the news. He could best obtain his news if
he talked with Negroes as well as whites to get the story. But
there was the "Iron Curtain" of racial animosity, the oge-old
pattern of segregation which holds Negroes and whites apart. The
pattern becomes more and more of a problem, because even the
more decent and well-meaning elements of the white race are
cut away from reality.
A lot of trouble could be avoided, A lot of ill feeling, racial
hatred and misunderstanding could be prevented if people were
allowed to sit down together in the fashion of the United Nations.
It is almost that simple.
It should be obvious to all of us, that the more we chip away
the rights of others, the more we restrict, the wore we refuse to
respect the other fellow's point of view, whether he agrees or not,
we are constantly building an "Iran Curtain" of hate. Those bent
on continuing this, are cutting away their own rights.

Tougaloo-Southern Alumni Here
From Memphis Chapter
The Tougaloo Southern Christian
Alumni Club of Memphis was organized 
recently at the Abe Scharff
Branch YMCA an enthusiastic
group of Alumni and former stu
dents 
of the merged schools now
residents of Memphis.
Officers elected were Samuel R.
Brown, President; Mrs. Rosy Bracy
Haynes, Vice-President; Miss Lauretta 
Whitehead, Secretary; Miss
Mae Isom Davenport, Corresponding 
Secretary; M. J. Parker, Treasurer; 
Mrs. Ann Hall, Chaplain.
Dean A. A Branch was on hand
for the installation and served as
installation officer. He brought
greetings from the collage and stated 
among other things that the
newly organized club was the first
one organized since the merger of
the former Tougaloo College and
Southern Christian Institute in 1954.
Tougaloo Southern Christian College 
is fully accredited and offers
students pre-medical and pre-engineering 
courses as well as Liberal
Art Degrees.
Approximately 25 former students
of the merged schools arc known to
be residing in Memphis. The president 
urged that all be contacted in
order to become affiliated with the
club. In addition to the officers,
others who indicated their willingness 
to become members are Mr

and Mr. Gaither Myers, Mrs. Ollie
Bell Gaston Johnson, Mrs. H. H.
Johnson. Mr Harvey Doran. Mr.
Benjamin Purnell, and Mr. Thearthy 
Williams.

LETTERS TO
THE EDITOR
"What is grace?" was asked of an
old colored man who for over forty
years had been a slave. "Grace."
he replied "is what I should call
giving something for nothing." If
this reply was correct some of us
are expecting TOO MUCH GRACE.
Too many of us are looking for
something for nothing. We want to
learn without studying: earn without 
working receive without giving;
be the boss without first a Rood
worker; have fine institutions without 
supporting them and above all
advance as a race of people without 
paying the price that all races
have paid for advancement.
It is not the writer's desire to
criticise those of us who want the
better things of life but rather to
emphasize the fact they must be
paid for. No longer can we expect
other people to do for us what we
car do ourselves. The day of grace
has expired and we must face a new
day which calls for individual progress 
through self-sacrifice and
merit.
C. J. Gaston

TOO MICH GRACE
"What is grace?" was asked of an
old colored man who for over forty
years had been a slave. "Grace."
he replied "is what I should call
giving something for nothing." If
this reply was correct some of us
are expecting TOO MUCH GRACE.
Too many of us are looking for
something for nothing. We want to
learn without studying: earn without 
working receive without giving;
be the boss without first a Rood
worker; have fine institutions without 
supporting them and above all
advance as a race of people without 
paying the price that all races
have paid for advancement.
It is not the writer's desire to
criticise those of us who want the
better things of life but rather to
emphasize the fact they must be
paid for. No longer can we expect
other people to do for us what we
car do ourselves. The day of grace
has expired and we must face a new
day which calls for individual progress 
through self-sacrifice and
merit.
C. J. Gaston

MISS LUCY E. CAMPBELL
Music Director, Memphis and Mr. Bessie
S. Estell, Secretary, Birmingham, set music schedule for the National 
Baptist Sunday School and B. T. U. Congress, meeting in
Los Angeles, California, June 18-24. The pre-Congress musical
Monday night June 18th at Shrine Civic Auditorium. Every
morning at 11 o'clock there will be a music emphasis included
in the special worship period.

APPEARED IN CONCERT HERE —
Youthful Miss Padrica Mendez,
coloratura soprano of Bethune-Cookman College, was presented
by the National Council of Negro Women, Friday, March 16, at
Bruce Hall, LeMoyne College. A very appreciative audience was
on hand to encourage the very talented artist, who has promise
of a great concert career. Miss Mender exhibited unusual talent
when she was chosen an alternate to the Spirit of Cotton during
the 1955 Jubilect here. Mrs. Mary W. Collier, president of the
Alpha Gamma Sigma Chapter of Delta Sigma Theta Sorority is
shown presenting flowers to the lovely artist. Her very accomplished 
accompanist, Mrs. Genevieve Wisner, instructor of music
at Bethune-Cookman is shown seated.

Lawyers Say

King was convicted.
In final argument, Solicitor Will
liam Thetford asserted that the boycott 
was not sustained by spontaneous 
portest of Montgamery's 45,000
Negroes but by "A selflish, little
band of men seeking power over
their own race. They saw an opportunity 
'to get it through this Bus
protest."
Thetford said that the defense
only contention was that King had
a "just cause or leagl excuse to enter 
into this conspiracy." He added.
"I submit they decided to continue
the boycott before they had any
idea what their excuse would be."
Thetford said in his 30 minute final 
argument:
"I submit that a great majority
of the colored people of Montgomery
want to go back to riding hut are
afraid to do so."
He said that acts bf violence, including 
the shooting up of several
Buses in the early stages of the boycott, 
"were a natural and logical
consequence of the hysteria built
up by this defendant and others.
Those acts were committed in furtherance 
of the aim of 16 or 18 men
who were the original conspirators
and who organized this boycott."
Defense Attorney Fred Gray argued 
that the state had failed to prove
beyond a reasonable doubt that the
Rev. King violated the law. He added: 

"The state has utterly failed to
show this defendant made any attemp 
In restrain people from riding
the Buses."
Defence Attorney Arthur shores,
NAACP lawyer from Birmingham
Ala said we contend there was a
just cause or legal excuse for this
defendant to do whatever he has
done, and that he has committed no
unlawful acts."

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Club News
The Shieks met at the home of
Russel Peterson The meeting was
opened at 8 p. m. and then turned
over to the vice-president Alfred
Ross. Plans were discussed for the
dance to be held Wednesday. March
28, at Curries.
The Lane College Endowment
Club of Mt. Pisgah C. M. E. Church
recently presented A TWO HOUR
MOTION PICTURE of THE LIFE
OF CHRIST "I AM THE LIGHT".
The showing was witnessed by a
appreciative audience who was
held In suspense during the showing
The Pastor of Mt. Pisgah Church
is Rev. D. W. Browning.
Miss Charlotte Howard is president 
of The L. c. E. Club.

MARRIAGE for THREE
IT WAS something of a relief
when Adam called up to her-an
exact hour after Pinky had leftto 
ask when lunch would be?
"Any time you get hungry, I'll
fix something." said Ann, her
voice thin with her effort at control. 

"You mind if I run in to talk to
Hermann instead, and go on to
the barber's? I'll get a sandwich
in town."
"Go ahead," said Ann. 
Ann would have the other earful 
ready when Adam came home
again. One of her plans was to
force a showdown with him. She
was well on her way to the proper
mood for it.
Before his car door slammed,
and the engine started, she had
picked up the ashtray which Pinky
had used, and hurled it shattering
into the deep fireplace.
She only wished she'd thrown it
at Adam's head!
She was angry, and the tune had
come for that man to know it. He
wouldn't like a row—of course not!
Men didn't like scenes. They liked
doing the things that brought on
scenes, but they disliked women
who called them to account.
Well, what if they did? What if
it was the worst possible thing
Ann could do, to fly into a rage
with Adam and break things?
That young man needed to be told!
And she'd tell him. She had
meant to unpack dishes, wash
them, put them in the kitchen cupboards. 
Her trembling hands
warned her that she was in no
slate for the job: she'd better stow
bedding and linen.
So she went into the empty bedroom 
where those boxes had been
plated, and ripped open the first
of them. Her lips still moved with
the speech she was planning to
make to Adam. She carried an
armful of towels to the bathroom.
"Nobody," she said aloud, "could
expect me not to be angry, Adam
Laird! I have every right and
cause to resent the way you've behaved. 
I wouldn't be human if I
didn't resent it. The very thought
that you would choose that bold,
I cheap woman—that red-headed
tramp ready to pick up any man
in La Fonda's dining room. She
 she is!
"And the bold way you've done,
too! Right out in public. At the
Lodge! You took her out to Mrs.
Bohbrink's—you park with her on
the Square In your truck. The
whole town knows she's a tramp,
and that you—"
Ann thrust the last towel into
its place, turned.—There was a
wide mirror across one end of the
bathroom: the washbasin was set
into a shelf below it, making a
dressing table.
Ann stood looking into the glass

startled at the reflection It gave
her of a small brown-haired girl
in a white blouse and denim skirt,
with her fists clenched so that her
arms were hard and corded, the
young soft lips twisted in anger,
the cheeks blotched with rage, and
the eyes ...
Ann's hand moved to her mouth,
as if to smooth those ugly lines
away, to straighten her lips free
of contortion.
She walked toward the mirror,
and leaned across the brown marble 
shelf. Her eyes were redrimmed. 
Why, if she sounded half
as ugly as she looked ... She
turned on the cold water, cupped
some in her hand, and dashed it
upon her cheeks.
To look as she'd done in the mirror 
. . . what would It get her?
Pinky might be everything Ann
knew her to be, but she always
looked, to a man, at least, like
 Smooth, cool, exciting
—not ugly. Never, 
Ann gulped and sniffled. She
went out to the living room and
collapsed on the couch. She sat
there, staring at nothing.
It was May, and except in winter 
the blazing white sunlight of
this country could not enter this
room. But it came close enough, at
noon, for its reflection upon the
ceiling to touch into brighter colors
the bold design of the painting over
the fireplace. The great triangular
blob of yellow glowed like a second 
sun, demanding Ann's attention. 

She smoothed her heads down
over her denim skirt.
Adam had behaved shabbily,
meanly. He had let his wife down.
But if Ann knew the man—and
she did!—he had already told himself 
those truths.
With a deep sigh, Ann got up
from the couch, her hand automatically 
straightening the wool
scrape. She went over to the fireplace, 
knelt and, with the little
tied-broom she swept up every
shred of glass, and dumped them,
tinkling into the ashhole. She
stood erect, and rubbed her fingers
through her hair, trying to remember 
. . .
She finally located the black pottery 
bowl which Adam had brought
her a year ago. She turned it over
to look with new interest at the
name  carved Into its base.
She set the bow: upon one of the
Jutting stones of the chimney, and
stepped back.
There she stood, desolate, like a
child lost The task before her was
so difficult! To make Adam fall
out of love with Pinky, and m love
with Ann! The first seemed impossible: 
the second, even harder.
He once had loved Ann. It
might well be that no marriage
stayed on the peaks of romance.
But Ann's marriage seemed to lie
on the floor of Death Valley itself!
Adam came home before dinner
Lime, having, in truth, been with

Pinky, he had left her reluctantly.
And the first thing he asked Ann
was, "What happened to the big
ashtray by my chair?"
Ann stood for a minute as if she
had something to say, more than
the reply she finally made. "Ibroke 
it. I'll get another one on
Monday."
That afternoon, by way of being
"honest," Adam had done the
things he'd mentioned to Ann.
He'd talked to Hermann, and he'd
gone to the barber's. By then it
was nearly two, so he went to La
Fonda for lunch, and was not surprised 
to have Pinky join him. She
slid into the chair on the other side
of the small table and ordered a
chicken salad. The dining room
was packed, and so noisy that talk
was impossible. The meal finished,
they went out to the patio.
Pinky bad brought bread out
with her for the goldfish, and she
made a charming picture Mated on
the tiled edge of the round fountain. 
Sunlight sifting through a
palm tree glinted upon her hair.
In a woven chair close by, Adam
sat smoking, watching her. She
wore a full skirt of black and
white print, a tight black sleeveless 
blouse. Her bright hair was
twisted into a smooth knot Finished 
with the fish, she played with
a huge black handkerchief.
She seemed to be waiting for
Adam to say something which be
did not say, and finally she turned
to look at him, purpose in her
face. "Why do we sit here?" the
demanded, "and waste time?"
"I like it here. Don't you?"
It's a beautiful day."
"Wonderful."
"It would be very nice out at
Bishops lodge—and there'll be a
moon tonight ..."
"Be one here, too, I'll bet."
"I'd like to see what that place
is like in the spring." Pinky's eyes
widened in question.
"It's pretty, I'll bet Into the
mountains that way, with the,
aspens and all."
"Or we could drive up to Taos
again. Remember, when we did
go, we said we'd come back," her
mouth drew down comically, "and
look at the museum."
Adam laughed, and recrossed his
legs.
"Remember that attractive motel
up there?"
She was demanding a forward
move In their relationship, a definition 
of that relationship.
And he wanted everything she
offered. He wanted to go hack to
the Lodge with her, or to drive up
to Taos. But, Just the same—
Pinky turned, and dribbled the
corner of the black handkerchief
across the water; a goldfish rote
nibbling, and she laughed. Then
she glanced at Adam. "Ann," the
said softly, "knows about us,
Adam."
()

CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
IT WAS something of a relief
when Adam called up to her-an
exact hour after Pinky had leftto 
ask when lunch would be?
"Any time you get hungry, I'll
fix something." said Ann, her
voice thin with her effort at control. 

"You mind if I run in to talk to
Hermann instead, and go on to
the barber's? I'll get a sandwich
in town."
"Go ahead," said Ann. 
Ann would have the other earful 
ready when Adam came home
again. One of her plans was to
force a showdown with him. She
was well on her way to the proper
mood for it.
Before his car door slammed,
and the engine started, she had
picked up the ashtray which Pinky
had used, and hurled it shattering
into the deep fireplace.
She only wished she'd thrown it
at Adam's head!
She was angry, and the tune had
come for that man to know it. He
wouldn't like a row—of course not!
Men didn't like scenes. They liked
doing the things that brought on
scenes, but they disliked women
who called them to account.
Well, what if they did? What if
it was the worst possible thing
Ann could do, to fly into a rage
with Adam and break things?
That young man needed to be told!
And she'd tell him. She had
meant to unpack dishes, wash
them, put them in the kitchen cupboards. 
Her trembling hands
warned her that she was in no
slate for the job: she'd better stow
bedding and linen.
So she went into the empty bedroom 
where those boxes had been
plated, and ripped open the first
of them. Her lips still moved with
the speech she was planning to
make to Adam. She carried an
armful of towels to the bathroom.
"Nobody," she said aloud, "could
expect me not to be angry, Adam
Laird! I have every right and
cause to resent the way you've behaved. 
I wouldn't be human if I
didn't resent it. The very thought
that you would choose that bold,
I cheap woman—that red-headed
tramp ready to pick up any man
in La Fonda's dining room. She
 she is!
"And the bold way you've done,
too! Right out in public. At the
Lodge! You took her out to Mrs.
Bohbrink's—you park with her on
the Square In your truck. The
whole town knows she's a tramp,
and that you—"
Ann thrust the last towel into
its place, turned.—There was a
wide mirror across one end of the
bathroom: the washbasin was set
into a shelf below it, making a
dressing table.
Ann stood looking into the glass

startled at the reflection It gave
her of a small brown-haired girl
in a white blouse and denim skirt,
with her fists clenched so that her
arms were hard and corded, the
young soft lips twisted in anger,
the cheeks blotched with rage, and
the eyes ...
Ann's hand moved to her mouth,
as if to smooth those ugly lines
away, to straighten her lips free
of contortion.
She walked toward the mirror,
and leaned across the brown marble 
shelf. Her eyes were redrimmed. 
Why, if she sounded half
as ugly as she looked ... She
turned on the cold water, cupped
some in her hand, and dashed it
upon her cheeks.
To look as she'd done in the mirror 
. . . what would It get her?
Pinky might be everything Ann
knew her to be, but she always
looked, to a man, at least, like
 Smooth, cool, exciting
—not ugly. Never, 
Ann gulped and sniffled. She
went out to the living room and
collapsed on the couch. She sat
there, staring at nothing.
It was May, and except in winter 
the blazing white sunlight of
this country could not enter this
room. But it came close enough, at
noon, for its reflection upon the
ceiling to touch into brighter colors
the bold design of the painting over
the fireplace. The great triangular
blob of yellow glowed like a second 
sun, demanding Ann's attention. 

She smoothed her heads down
over her denim skirt.
Adam had behaved shabbily,
meanly. He had let his wife down.
But if Ann knew the man—and
she did!—he had already told himself 
those truths.
With a deep sigh, Ann got up
from the couch, her hand automatically 
straightening the wool
scrape. She went over to the fireplace, 
knelt and, with the little
tied-broom she swept up every
shred of glass, and dumped them,
tinkling into the ashhole. She
stood erect, and rubbed her fingers
through her hair, trying to remember 
. . .
She finally located the black pottery 
bowl which Adam had brought
her a year ago. She turned it over
to look with new interest at the
name  carved Into its base.
She set the bow: upon one of the
Jutting stones of the chimney, and
stepped back.
There she stood, desolate, like a
child lost The task before her was
so difficult! To make Adam fall
out of love with Pinky, and m love
with Ann! The first seemed impossible: 
the second, even harder.
He once had loved Ann. It
might well be that no marriage
stayed on the peaks of romance.
But Ann's marriage seemed to lie
on the floor of Death Valley itself!
Adam came home before dinner
Lime, having, in truth, been with

Pinky, he had left her reluctantly.
And the first thing he asked Ann
was, "What happened to the big
ashtray by my chair?"
Ann stood for a minute as if she
had something to say, more than
the reply she finally made. "Ibroke 
it. I'll get another one on
Monday."
That afternoon, by way of being
"honest," Adam had done the
things he'd mentioned to Ann.
He'd talked to Hermann, and he'd
gone to the barber's. By then it
was nearly two, so he went to La
Fonda for lunch, and was not surprised 
to have Pinky join him. She
slid into the chair on the other side
of the small table and ordered a
chicken salad. The dining room
was packed, and so noisy that talk
was impossible. The meal finished,
they went out to the patio.
Pinky bad brought bread out
with her for the goldfish, and she
made a charming picture Mated on
the tiled edge of the round fountain. 
Sunlight sifting through a
palm tree glinted upon her hair.
In a woven chair close by, Adam
sat smoking, watching her. She
wore a full skirt of black and
white print, a tight black sleeveless 
blouse. Her bright hair was
twisted into a smooth knot Finished 
with the fish, she played with
a huge black handkerchief.
She seemed to be waiting for
Adam to say something which be
did not say, and finally she turned
to look at him, purpose in her
face. "Why do we sit here?" the
demanded, "and waste time?"
"I like it here. Don't you?"
It's a beautiful day."
"Wonderful."
"It would be very nice out at
Bishops lodge—and there'll be a
moon tonight ..."
"Be one here, too, I'll bet."
"I'd like to see what that place
is like in the spring." Pinky's eyes
widened in question.
"It's pretty, I'll bet Into the
mountains that way, with the,
aspens and all."
"Or we could drive up to Taos
again. Remember, when we did
go, we said we'd come back," her
mouth drew down comically, "and
look at the museum."
Adam laughed, and recrossed his
legs.
"Remember that attractive motel
up there?"
She was demanding a forward
move In their relationship, a definition 
of that relationship.
And he wanted everything she
offered. He wanted to go hack to
the Lodge with her, or to drive up
to Taos. But, Just the same—
Pinky turned, and dribbled the
corner of the black handkerchief
across the water; a goldfish rote
nibbling, and she laughed. Then
she glanced at Adam. "Ann," the
said softly, "knows about us,
Adam."
()

Unused Printed Technicalities
Stymie Six School Applicants
Six Negroes, seeking to gain admission to the state-supported
Georgia State College of Business Administration (formerly the
Atlanta Division of the University of Georgia) here Friday, were
stymied momentarily by an entrance requirement of the Board
of Regents.
Specifically, two of these applicants 
were confronted with technicalities 
in their efforts to have their
applications certified by the ordinard 
of Fulton County.
Mrs. Mae Thelma Barber Boone
and Edward Jacob Clemons, who
had secured the signed endorsement
of two graduates of the University
of Georgia, went to the office of
Judge Eugene Gunby, ordinary of
Fulton County, and later conferred
with officials of the institution and
the executive secretary of the Board
of Regents.
Attorney A.  Walden said the
entire group — two men and four
women — want to begin classes at
State College Monday, at the beginning 
of the spring quarter.
Other members of the group were
identified as: Mrs. Myra Elliott
Dinsmore, Miss Rosalyn Virginia

McGhee, Mrs. Charlie Mae Knight
and Russell Thomas Roberta.
New entrance requirements set up
by the Board of Regents make It
necessary for applicants to state
educational Institutions to have
their residence, good moral character 
and good reputation certified by
the ordinary or Superior Court clerk
The board also requires applicants
to be endorsed by two alumni or
alumnae.
The new entrance requirements
were set up by the Board of Regents 
about two years ago.
In refusing to certify the two applications 
placed before him Friday.
Judge Gunby gave Attorney Walden
a copy of a letter he wrote on March
22 to L. R. Seibert, executive secretary 
of the Board of Regents, regarding 
the certification procedure.
Judge Gunby's letter to Attorney
Walden disclosed that prior to this
time, applications had already been
processed and approved by the
school or college in question in
batches for certification.
In his letter to Mr. Seibert, he
explained that he did not have the
personnel, nor the time to make an
original investigation into the matter 
to which he was asked to certify,
and requested that all applications
be first submitted to, and approved
by the school to which it is addressed, 
before being presented to him.
At the Georgia State College of
Business Administration, Mrs. Boone
and Mr. Clemons conferred with
Dr. George M. Sparks, president,
and Registrar J. D. Blair.
Dr. Sparks said he told them
that, since the college had been
separated from the University of
Georgia the university alumni were
not eligible to sign as endorsers for
the applicants.
The group later went to the office
of Mr. Seibert, who had no comment 
on his meeting with them.
On their visit to the Institution,
Mrs. Boone and demons were accompanied 
by the Rev. James L.
Welden, pastor of Oak Grove Methodist 
Church and Clarence Jordan,
of Americus, both graduates of the
University of Georgia, who had
signed the applications as endorsers.
Attorney Walden said that action
on part of the group in seeking admission 
to the institution was not
a plan of the National Association
for the Advancement of Colored
People.

NEW REQUIREMENTS
Six Negroes, seeking to gain admission to the state-supported
Georgia State College of Business Administration (formerly the
Atlanta Division of the University of Georgia) here Friday, were
stymied momentarily by an entrance requirement of the Board
of Regents.
Specifically, two of these applicants 
were confronted with technicalities 
in their efforts to have their
applications certified by the ordinard 
of Fulton County.
Mrs. Mae Thelma Barber Boone
and Edward Jacob Clemons, who
had secured the signed endorsement
of two graduates of the University
of Georgia, went to the office of
Judge Eugene Gunby, ordinary of
Fulton County, and later conferred
with officials of the institution and
the executive secretary of the Board
of Regents.
Attorney A.  Walden said the
entire group — two men and four
women — want to begin classes at
State College Monday, at the beginning 
of the spring quarter.
Other members of the group were
identified as: Mrs. Myra Elliott
Dinsmore, Miss Rosalyn Virginia

McGhee, Mrs. Charlie Mae Knight
and Russell Thomas Roberta.
New entrance requirements set up
by the Board of Regents make It
necessary for applicants to state
educational Institutions to have
their residence, good moral character 
and good reputation certified by
the ordinary or Superior Court clerk
The board also requires applicants
to be endorsed by two alumni or
alumnae.
The new entrance requirements
were set up by the Board of Regents 
about two years ago.
In refusing to certify the two applications 
placed before him Friday.
Judge Gunby gave Attorney Walden
a copy of a letter he wrote on March
22 to L. R. Seibert, executive secretary 
of the Board of Regents, regarding 
the certification procedure.
Judge Gunby's letter to Attorney
Walden disclosed that prior to this
time, applications had already been
processed and approved by the
school or college in question in
batches for certification.
In his letter to Mr. Seibert, he
explained that he did not have the
personnel, nor the time to make an
original investigation into the matter 
to which he was asked to certify,
and requested that all applications
be first submitted to, and approved
by the school to which it is addressed, 
before being presented to him.
At the Georgia State College of
Business Administration, Mrs. Boone
and Mr. Clemons conferred with
Dr. George M. Sparks, president,
and Registrar J. D. Blair.
Dr. Sparks said he told them
that, since the college had been
separated from the University of
Georgia the university alumni were
not eligible to sign as endorsers for
the applicants.
The group later went to the office
of Mr. Seibert, who had no comment 
on his meeting with them.
On their visit to the Institution,
Mrs. Boone and demons were accompanied 
by the Rev. James L.
Welden, pastor of Oak Grove Methodist 
Church and Clarence Jordan,
of Americus, both graduates of the
University of Georgia, who had
signed the applications as endorsers.
Attorney Walden said that action
on part of the group in seeking admission 
to the institution was not
a plan of the National Association
for the Advancement of Colored
People.

ANOTHER TECHNICALITY
Six Negroes, seeking to gain admission to the state-supported
Georgia State College of Business Administration (formerly the
Atlanta Division of the University of Georgia) here Friday, were
stymied momentarily by an entrance requirement of the Board
of Regents.
Specifically, two of these applicants 
were confronted with technicalities 
in their efforts to have their
applications certified by the ordinard 
of Fulton County.
Mrs. Mae Thelma Barber Boone
and Edward Jacob Clemons, who
had secured the signed endorsement
of two graduates of the University
of Georgia, went to the office of
Judge Eugene Gunby, ordinary of
Fulton County, and later conferred
with officials of the institution and
the executive secretary of the Board
of Regents.
Attorney A.  Walden said the
entire group — two men and four
women — want to begin classes at
State College Monday, at the beginning 
of the spring quarter.
Other members of the group were
identified as: Mrs. Myra Elliott
Dinsmore, Miss Rosalyn Virginia

McGhee, Mrs. Charlie Mae Knight
and Russell Thomas Roberta.
New entrance requirements set up
by the Board of Regents make It
necessary for applicants to state
educational Institutions to have
their residence, good moral character 
and good reputation certified by
the ordinary or Superior Court clerk
The board also requires applicants
to be endorsed by two alumni or
alumnae.
The new entrance requirements
were set up by the Board of Regents 
about two years ago.
In refusing to certify the two applications 
placed before him Friday.
Judge Gunby gave Attorney Walden
a copy of a letter he wrote on March
22 to L. R. Seibert, executive secretary 
of the Board of Regents, regarding 
the certification procedure.
Judge Gunby's letter to Attorney
Walden disclosed that prior to this
time, applications had already been
processed and approved by the
school or college in question in
batches for certification.
In his letter to Mr. Seibert, he
explained that he did not have the
personnel, nor the time to make an
original investigation into the matter 
to which he was asked to certify,
and requested that all applications
be first submitted to, and approved
by the school to which it is addressed, 
before being presented to him.
At the Georgia State College of
Business Administration, Mrs. Boone
and Mr. Clemons conferred with
Dr. George M. Sparks, president,
and Registrar J. D. Blair.
Dr. Sparks said he told them
that, since the college had been
separated from the University of
Georgia the university alumni were
not eligible to sign as endorsers for
the applicants.
The group later went to the office
of Mr. Seibert, who had no comment 
on his meeting with them.
On their visit to the Institution,
Mrs. Boone and demons were accompanied 
by the Rev. James L.
Welden, pastor of Oak Grove Methodist 
Church and Clarence Jordan,
of Americus, both graduates of the
University of Georgia, who had
signed the applications as endorsers.
Attorney Walden said that action
on part of the group in seeking admission 
to the institution was not
a plan of the National Association
for the Advancement of Colored
People.

NOT AN NAACP PLAN
Six Negroes, seeking to gain admission to the state-supported
Georgia State College of Business Administration (formerly the
Atlanta Division of the University of Georgia) here Friday, were
stymied momentarily by an entrance requirement of the Board
of Regents.
Specifically, two of these applicants 
were confronted with technicalities 
in their efforts to have their
applications certified by the ordinard 
of Fulton County.
Mrs. Mae Thelma Barber Boone
and Edward Jacob Clemons, who
had secured the signed endorsement
of two graduates of the University
of Georgia, went to the office of
Judge Eugene Gunby, ordinary of
Fulton County, and later conferred
with officials of the institution and
the executive secretary of the Board
of Regents.
Attorney A.  Walden said the
entire group — two men and four
women — want to begin classes at
State College Monday, at the beginning 
of the spring quarter.
Other members of the group were
identified as: Mrs. Myra Elliott
Dinsmore, Miss Rosalyn Virginia

McGhee, Mrs. Charlie Mae Knight
and Russell Thomas Roberta.
New entrance requirements set up
by the Board of Regents make It
necessary for applicants to state
educational Institutions to have
their residence, good moral character 
and good reputation certified by
the ordinary or Superior Court clerk
The board also requires applicants
to be endorsed by two alumni or
alumnae.
The new entrance requirements
were set up by the Board of Regents 
about two years ago.
In refusing to certify the two applications 
placed before him Friday.
Judge Gunby gave Attorney Walden
a copy of a letter he wrote on March
22 to L. R. Seibert, executive secretary 
of the Board of Regents, regarding 
the certification procedure.
Judge Gunby's letter to Attorney
Walden disclosed that prior to this
time, applications had already been
processed and approved by the
school or college in question in
batches for certification.
In his letter to Mr. Seibert, he
explained that he did not have the
personnel, nor the time to make an
original investigation into the matter 
to which he was asked to certify,
and requested that all applications
be first submitted to, and approved
by the school to which it is addressed, 
before being presented to him.
At the Georgia State College of
Business Administration, Mrs. Boone
and Mr. Clemons conferred with
Dr. George M. Sparks, president,
and Registrar J. D. Blair.
Dr. Sparks said he told them
that, since the college had been
separated from the University of
Georgia the university alumni were
not eligible to sign as endorsers for
the applicants.
The group later went to the office
of Mr. Seibert, who had no comment 
on his meeting with them.
On their visit to the Institution,
Mrs. Boone and demons were accompanied 
by the Rev. James L.
Welden, pastor of Oak Grove Methodist 
Church and Clarence Jordan,
of Americus, both graduates of the
University of Georgia, who had
signed the applications as endorsers.
Attorney Walden said that action
on part of the group in seeking admission 
to the institution was not
a plan of the National Association
for the Advancement of Colored
People.

Convicted Minister

nation to continue the bus boycott,
At one of the regularly-scheduled
twice-a-week mass prayer meetings
that have been held since early December, 
the Rev. King urged that
Negroes continue their spirit of
"passive resistance" and "non-violence" 
in their protest against bus
service.
He asked if they wanted to continue 
the boycott, and they thundered: 
"Yes!"
Defense attorneys in final arguments 
yesterday contended the
state had failed to produce sufficient 
evidence for a conviction.
The Rev. King told newsmen the
verdict "will not increase or diminish 
in any way my interest in
the protest." He continued:
"We will continue with the protest 
in the same spirit, with nonviolence, 
passive resistance and using 
the weapon of love.""
When he left the courthouse, the
pastor was cheered by waiting Negroes 
with shouts of "Behold 'The
King" and "Long Live The King".
Almost 25 Negro witnesses testified 
of long-standing complaints of
being abused and humiliated by bus
drivers. King's lawyers argued that
even If a conspiracy did exist, it had
a "just cause and legal excuse" as
provided by the boycott law.
State's attorneys used seven rebuttal 
witnesses, Including six veteran 
bus drivers, who denied they
had ever mistreated any Negro passengers.