Memphis World
Memphis World Publishing Co.
1955-01-25
Raymond F. Tisby

MEMPHIS WORLD
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Nibbling
Nibbling is an old word and a commonplace one in the dictionary, 
but Senator Knowland of California may bring it into
use along with such war terms as camouflage, sabotage and
bush-whacking.
While the able Senator from California is being met with his
word in reverse, in that he is being accused of "nibbling" away
Eisenhower's defense policies.
Anyway, his little word might see service in other fields.
We note that there is going on a little nibbling here in
Georgia. In the first place the nibbling started with certain state
employees, who according to the governor's brother, "guessed
wrong in the last gubernatorial primary in September."
These nibbles will be probably the hardest felt because they
involve not only poorly guessed politics, but bread as well.
At the kickoff there was a little nibble at the United States
Supreme Court and our federal government's mandates.
Representative Alpa Fowler of Douglasville, has a faint nibble
meant for getting two thirds of the states to pass a certain constitutional 
amendment which would empower the states to do
their own public school regulating. (He did not say anything about
school lunches, government supplements and handouts and that
request made sometimes ago for government assistance in school
buildings for the state).
Still another nibble is in the making, meant to nibble away
some of the more Democratic practices in the U. S. Army.
This would nibble into the President's order for desegregation 
on Army bases. This nibble would, in these times of peril and
the threat to national security, take up the time to have soldiers
to be polled in a system of national defense as to who will fight
along by the side of whom.
Nibbles may be small and apparently insignificant, but too
much nibbling might make a hole large enough to "leak the
bucket empty."

"Don't Give Up The Ship"
Some years ago an idea was conceived to the end of giving a
physical emphasis to an ideal, which practically revolutionized
education. It was born in the brain of Booker T. Washington, himself 
a child of slavery. Beginning shortly after a race came upon
the plane of citizenship, his was a solo flight. He plugged away
in what was at that lime, thought an unpopular appeal. The nation 
and the world accepted him and during his short span of life,
he preached the gospel of self help, native thrift and the nobility
of industry. He left behind him — a "word made flesh" and
wherever today educational principles are brought under scrutiny,
his name seldom remains long an outcast.
Befittingly, the place of his birth in the state of Virginia, fell
beneath the eyes of those public spirited ones who believed that
the perpetuation of a memory is enhanced in the preservation of
the spot so important in its history. For many years various organizations 
sought to interest those friendly to the cause for which
Booker Washington dedicated his life, in the acquiring and preserving 
of the house in which the wizard of Tuskegee was born,
as well as one hundred acres surrounding it.
The federal government gave a friendly gesture in the coining 
of half-dollar silver pieces to be sold at a small profit to help
in the financing of what it thought a meritorious project. A postoffice 
was established there, bearing the postmark of "Booker
Washington Birthplace, Virginia."
The sponsors conceived a virtual shrine which would in time
be one of the principal meccas of the world. Such would have
made the project self supporting as g museum whose archives
would garner one of the most priceless collections of the contributions 
of our race.
News comes that the project is woefully in debt, with its
sponsors on the verge of selling it in order to satisfy unsurmountable 
liabilities. This ought not so to be.
Sometimes a public entity, like a private venture, should
examine its overall structure from bottom to top in order to diagnose 
the contributing cause of a failure in the face of so much
merit.
In the first place, a project of this nature, requires the trained
hand of specialists; those engineers trained in the sensitivity of
economic as well as social weather conditions.
We feel that it is now a duty incumbent upon all lovers of
the ideals and philosophy ingrained in industry through self help,
as well as a lasting monument to a people — who let their buckets
down where they were, to "Come over into (this) Macedonia —
and help us."
An educational interest does not have lo be whipped up in
order to bolster the deservedness of the Booker Washington
shrine. Coordination alone among the societies will not do the job.
We contend that this venture is a task for those specialized in
such fields and it is to be regretted that the sponsors feel like
folding up and calling it quits.
Let that not happen. In spite of the merits of a cause, any form
of a recession in its interest, can prove fatal — for a recession is
hard to stem.
Probably the right try hasn't arrived.

MY WEEKLY
SERMON

TEXT; "I sat where they sat:"—
Ezekiel 3:15.
God commissioned Ezekiel to go
comfort a group of Jews in captivity 
in Babylon. Instead of beginning 
a long declaration of sympathy 
or condemnation, Ezekiel simply 
took a seat among them.
Said the prophet "I sat where
they sat, and remained there astonished 
among them for seven
days." In other words, "He put on
the other fellow's shoes."
Before we criticize, before we
condemn others for anything, Let
us sit where they are sitting. Let
us wear their shoes. Let us take
their places.
Let the husband toil with the
pots and pans, with the hot oven

with trying to make both ends
meet... With baby-sitting from
early morn 'til late night... before 
he condemns or criticizes his
wife.
Likewise let the wife go out into
this cruel, selfish world and labor
and sweat for the support of the
family before she berates her husband. 

Let the employer exchange places 
with the employee and the employee 
with the employer. Let the
pew exchange places with the pulpit 
and the pulpit with the pew.
Just take the other fellow's place
and wear his shoes for a brief season. 
Then say, "I sat where he sat.
I stood where he stood."
Jesus had compassion on the multitude 
of poor people. He came in
vital contact with the poor daily.

He took upon Himself our infirmities. 
"He sat where we sat."
Jesus literally took the place of
every condemned sinner on the
cross. "He sat where they sat."
Only he who has known hardships, 
bereavements and all losses
can fully sympathize with others
who suffer hardships, bereavement,
and losses.
Wear the other person's shoes
and gain a better understanding of
the other's daily problem.
When we fret and complain and
condemn youth, simply sit where

youth is sitting and you will understand 
youth the beater and see
why they act as they do. Let youth
sit in our places and they will see
why we oldsters are so concerned.
"Had they known they would not
have criticized the Prince of Peace."
If we early know certain things:
but we don't know and we frequently 
act unwisely. Sit in the
other fellow's place and see what
makes him tick, as he ticks. It always 
looks different from the other 
person's situation.
Sit with people. Then you will

see why they tick as they do. Knowing 
them you will love them sympathize 
with them and above all,
understand them. Can you say. "I
sat when they sat."

IN THE OTHER
FELLOW'S SHOES

TEXT; "I sat where they sat:"—
Ezekiel 3:15.
God commissioned Ezekiel to go
comfort a group of Jews in captivity 
in Babylon. Instead of beginning 
a long declaration of sympathy 
or condemnation, Ezekiel simply 
took a seat among them.
Said the prophet "I sat where
they sat, and remained there astonished 
among them for seven
days." In other words, "He put on
the other fellow's shoes."
Before we criticize, before we
condemn others for anything, Let
us sit where they are sitting. Let
us wear their shoes. Let us take
their places.
Let the husband toil with the
pots and pans, with the hot oven

with trying to make both ends
meet... With baby-sitting from
early morn 'til late night... before 
he condemns or criticizes his
wife.
Likewise let the wife go out into
this cruel, selfish world and labor
and sweat for the support of the
family before she berates her husband. 

Let the employer exchange places 
with the employee and the employee 
with the employer. Let the
pew exchange places with the pulpit 
and the pulpit with the pew.
Just take the other fellow's place
and wear his shoes for a brief season. 
Then say, "I sat where he sat.
I stood where he stood."
Jesus had compassion on the multitude 
of poor people. He came in
vital contact with the poor daily.

He took upon Himself our infirmities. 
"He sat where we sat."
Jesus literally took the place of
every condemned sinner on the
cross. "He sat where they sat."
Only he who has known hardships, 
bereavements and all losses
can fully sympathize with others
who suffer hardships, bereavement,
and losses.
Wear the other person's shoes
and gain a better understanding of
the other's daily problem.
When we fret and complain and
condemn youth, simply sit where

youth is sitting and you will understand 
youth the beater and see
why they act as they do. Let youth
sit in our places and they will see
why we oldsters are so concerned.
"Had they known they would not
have criticized the Prince of Peace."
If we early know certain things:
but we don't know and we frequently 
act unwisely. Sit in the
other fellow's place and see what
makes him tick, as he ticks. It always 
looks different from the other 
person's situation.
Sit with people. Then you will

see why they tick as they do. Knowing 
them you will love them sympathize 
with them and above all,
understand them. Can you say. "I
sat when they sat."

REVIEWING
THE NEWS

Dwelling far away from reality has become far too much of
a pattern among groups and individuals. Consequently, when
things affects the neighbors, we pay little attention to the situation 
or consequences.
The woman who had spent most of her life in luxurious
surroundings once looked at the March of Dimes program as just
another drive. She really never became conscious of its significance 
until her own son became the victim of polio.
The same was true with the woman, who for years lived in
a community and never spoke to her neighbors until after a tornado 
had almost destroyed her home escaping with her life by
only a miracle.
We could go on and on and relate incident after incident
where man becomes so deeply involved in his own affairs that
he completely forgets the problems of his fellowman.
A similar pattern of reasoning could be applied to jobs of
protecting children from the dreaded disease of polio. We read
about it and we talk about it, but We really don't get down to
doing much about it until someone close to us becomes a victim.
"I really never knew much about polio," a woman once said.
"I became conscious of the damage polio does when my own
son became ill with the disease," she added.
Since that time, this woman has not only talked about polio,
she has helped to raise money to fight it. As a matter of fact she
has led the "Mothers March" in her city for several years.
"Out of this," she says," I have acquired the feeling that I
should have had all along. I now realize that my neighbors, the
people in the next block and the man who runs the store on the
corner are all fellow human beings with the same heart-beat, the
same feelings that I have Moreover, I have become aware that
I am not the one and only human being who helps to make this
great universe the kind of place it is."
As we go about trying to raise the more than $64,000,000 we
so urgently need, we can get to know the fellow next door. We
can get to know that the kids next door are also human beings.
We can also be brought to the realization that polio strikes without
regard to economic or social levels and that even racial barriers
hold no resistance against the plague.
The life of the late President Franklin D. Roosevelt is good
testimony as to position and social status. With adequate means
to provide for medical care, he spent a rich portion of his life
fighting the disease from a wheel chair. The woman who lived in
luxury most of her life could not build a wall around her son who
caught the germ despite his money. And the picture does not end
here.
We could go into almost every community, check hospitals
and clinics. The result would be that polio hits on all levels. We
cannot run and we cannot hide from its crippling effects. What
we can do is join the March of Dimes and fight it through research
and adequate medical care for those who have already fallen by
the wayside. But to do this, we must get to know our next door
neighbor, and share in his problems. In doing so, we must not get
too far away from the realm of reality.

Within The Realm Of Reality

Dwelling far away from reality has become far too much of
a pattern among groups and individuals. Consequently, when
things affects the neighbors, we pay little attention to the situation 
or consequences.
The woman who had spent most of her life in luxurious
surroundings once looked at the March of Dimes program as just
another drive. She really never became conscious of its significance 
until her own son became the victim of polio.
The same was true with the woman, who for years lived in
a community and never spoke to her neighbors until after a tornado 
had almost destroyed her home escaping with her life by
only a miracle.
We could go on and on and relate incident after incident
where man becomes so deeply involved in his own affairs that
he completely forgets the problems of his fellowman.
A similar pattern of reasoning could be applied to jobs of
protecting children from the dreaded disease of polio. We read
about it and we talk about it, but We really don't get down to
doing much about it until someone close to us becomes a victim.
"I really never knew much about polio," a woman once said.
"I became conscious of the damage polio does when my own
son became ill with the disease," she added.
Since that time, this woman has not only talked about polio,
she has helped to raise money to fight it. As a matter of fact she
has led the "Mothers March" in her city for several years.
"Out of this," she says," I have acquired the feeling that I
should have had all along. I now realize that my neighbors, the
people in the next block and the man who runs the store on the
corner are all fellow human beings with the same heart-beat, the
same feelings that I have Moreover, I have become aware that
I am not the one and only human being who helps to make this
great universe the kind of place it is."
As we go about trying to raise the more than $64,000,000 we
so urgently need, we can get to know the fellow next door. We
can get to know that the kids next door are also human beings.
We can also be brought to the realization that polio strikes without
regard to economic or social levels and that even racial barriers
hold no resistance against the plague.
The life of the late President Franklin D. Roosevelt is good
testimony as to position and social status. With adequate means
to provide for medical care, he spent a rich portion of his life
fighting the disease from a wheel chair. The woman who lived in
luxury most of her life could not build a wall around her son who
caught the germ despite his money. And the picture does not end
here.
We could go into almost every community, check hospitals
and clinics. The result would be that polio hits on all levels. We
cannot run and we cannot hide from its crippling effects. What
we can do is join the March of Dimes and fight it through research
and adequate medical care for those who have already fallen by
the wayside. But to do this, we must get to know our next door
neighbor, and share in his problems. In doing so, we must not get
too far away from the realm of reality.

The laming of Carney Wilde
by BART SPICER
Copyright, 1954, By Bart Spicer
Distributed by King Features Syndicate
1 TAGGED around after Ellen,
carrying a tripod or a bag of flashbulbs. 
And we did the French
market, the old Spanish public
buildings. Ellen made dozens of
pictures of courtyards and lacy
iron filigrees. And when the photography 
was finished for a while,
Ellen and I played tourist in rented
carriages. We ate at the celebrated
places. In a place called Galatoire's
we heard the bull-throated man
speaking of Algiers. That's a suburb 
of New Orleans across the
river. There isn't much to it—refineries, 
docks, warehouses, the industrial 
complex. But it's the local
Gretna Green. There's a three-day
delay in New Orleans proper. But
a short hop across the river and
bang — you're married, Ellen
flushed softly when I looked at her
while the man was bellowing about
Algiers. And she was very quiet as
we walked back to the boat.
"Masking Day tomorrow, Carney," 
she said after we'd covered
the dimly lit blocks that led to the
Dixie Dandy's berthing space. "I
have to get a few pictures. Some
in the afternoon and half a dozen
or so at night. But that won't take
long. Should we be maskers? Buy
some funny laces and raucous
trumpets and join the mob? Would
you like that?"
We climbed the wide staircase,
feeling the sharp chilling breeze
that swept along the river.
"I can't," I said. "Have to work."
Ellen's easy swinging pace broke
rhythm slightly, just enough to
show her surprise. But she only
pressed my hand tightly and let
me explain.
"I didn't want to tell you until
it was all over," I said stiffly. "I
know how you feel about all this.
But the job isn't finished yet. We
did get Stewart. I told you that.
But not the money he store. We
think he planned to meet his girl
tomorrow. They arranged a signal
with costumes. At least, that's how
we figure it. And we think she
has the money. Two hundred
thousand dollars. We hope we can
and her tomorrow."
"Yes, I see," Ellen said softly.
She stopped on the texas deck
landing and led me out onto the
windy promenade. For a long, silent 
moment she stared out silently
over the water made black by

night. Then in a small, choked
voice, she said: "Poor Carney. No
carnival for Carney."
* * *
I got to Grodnik's hotel room
shortly after 9 the next morning.
I hadn't stayed to have breakfast
on the boat. He had just finished
shaving.
He said: "What was that fellow
you worked over on the boat?
Bebe was the wife's name. Bolton?". 

"Boltinck."
"Feds picked them up at the
airport. Holding them on an open
charge. Got something against
them from Illinois. Federal rap."
"Okay," I said. "Who cares?"
We had breakfast, and took a
cab to the police station and went
to the chief's office. It was 10:15
when we got there.
"Going to be a tough day for my
boys, captain," the chief said. "I
don't suppose you have a carnival
problem in Philadelphia?"
"Well, nothing like what you
got," Grodnik said. "We got what
we call Mummer's Day. Big parades 
and so forth, but it comes in
January. Too cold for much trouble." 

"Well, we got everything organized," 
the chief said. "Harrigan's 
out trotting around in that
set of kilts and the rest of the boys
got him hemmed in. Just a matter
of time."
The door swung open and it
wasn't a matter of time any more.
In the outer office was the slim
rookie in Stewart's costume, the
topaz brooch sparkling against the
brilliant tartan on his shoulder. He
wore a bonnet with a long cock's
feather and dangling from it were
bits of obviously false red hair. A
fake red moustache completed the
fraud, perfectly covering the distinctive 
features of the young cop
with the one sort of disguise that
would not make Stewards girl suspicious. 

She hadn't been suspicious.
She was a slim girl and when
she wasn't so frightened, she would
be pretty. Now her mouth was
contorted with panic, her eyes wide
and staring, seeing nothing. A
policeman in a clown suit with a
big ruffle around his neck led her,
unprotesting, to a chair and pushed
her gently into it.
Her dress was a swooping affair,
vaguely Elizabethan in cut, with

a long, ungainly stomacher of
phony seed pearls and a delicate
starched ruffle at the throat. She
wore a lot of fake jewels, including 
a small gilt coronet on her
head. She had made no attempt to
copy the brocaded fabrics of the
Elizabethans. Not she. Not Stewart's 
Mary. The full, flowing mess
was made of the Stuart tartan. A
clue for Charles Stewart, so he
could join in the hunt, too. Mary
and Charles of Stewart. The gilt
crown was the final pathetic touch.
Mary of Scotland. Mary of Stewart. 

The cop in the clown suit came
into the chief's office, shutting the
door on Stewart's Mary. He
dropped a car key on the chief's
desk.
"She's staying in a motor court.
She bought a car in Georgia. Drove
it down. It's parked at the court
now. Money's in the trunk, she
says."
We went out through the anteroom, 
past the stiffly erect girl
with the frozen eyes. And that was
the worst part of all. I was almost
running when I got to the door.
* * *
When Capt. Grodnik and I were
alone, he said: "Meant to tell you
that I was in the chief's office last
night when he was writing out his
story for the newspapers. He
makes himself out quite a fellow.
But I made sure he had your part
right. About the costume and how
to work the trap with the cairngorm. 
The story's all set and ready
to go out, probably out now. And
don't think it won't make a splash
back in Philadelphia. Front pages
for a couple of days, anyway. You
don't have to worry about a thing,
boy. You'll be a celebrity."
I bought a paper and read the
story. I was in it, just as Grodnik
had said. I had what I needed.
The chief had probably released
the story as soon as he had picked
up the money. Stewart's Mary had
it almost intact, lacking only about
4,000 of the amount Stewart had
stolen.
I thought quickly of Ellen. I
hadn't told her Stewart had been
killed, only that we had found him.
And I didn't want her lo read it
in the paper. She would know
now, but it would be much better
if she heard it from me.


CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
by BART SPICER
Copyright, 1954, By Bart Spicer
Distributed by King Features Syndicate
1 TAGGED around after Ellen,
carrying a tripod or a bag of flashbulbs. 
And we did the French
market, the old Spanish public
buildings. Ellen made dozens of
pictures of courtyards and lacy
iron filigrees. And when the photography 
was finished for a while,
Ellen and I played tourist in rented
carriages. We ate at the celebrated
places. In a place called Galatoire's
we heard the bull-throated man
speaking of Algiers. That's a suburb 
of New Orleans across the
river. There isn't much to it—refineries, 
docks, warehouses, the industrial 
complex. But it's the local
Gretna Green. There's a three-day
delay in New Orleans proper. But
a short hop across the river and
bang — you're married, Ellen
flushed softly when I looked at her
while the man was bellowing about
Algiers. And she was very quiet as
we walked back to the boat.
"Masking Day tomorrow, Carney," 
she said after we'd covered
the dimly lit blocks that led to the
Dixie Dandy's berthing space. "I
have to get a few pictures. Some
in the afternoon and half a dozen
or so at night. But that won't take
long. Should we be maskers? Buy
some funny laces and raucous
trumpets and join the mob? Would
you like that?"
We climbed the wide staircase,
feeling the sharp chilling breeze
that swept along the river.
"I can't," I said. "Have to work."
Ellen's easy swinging pace broke
rhythm slightly, just enough to
show her surprise. But she only
pressed my hand tightly and let
me explain.
"I didn't want to tell you until
it was all over," I said stiffly. "I
know how you feel about all this.
But the job isn't finished yet. We
did get Stewart. I told you that.
But not the money he store. We
think he planned to meet his girl
tomorrow. They arranged a signal
with costumes. At least, that's how
we figure it. And we think she
has the money. Two hundred
thousand dollars. We hope we can
and her tomorrow."
"Yes, I see," Ellen said softly.
She stopped on the texas deck
landing and led me out onto the
windy promenade. For a long, silent 
moment she stared out silently
over the water made black by

night. Then in a small, choked
voice, she said: "Poor Carney. No
carnival for Carney."
* * *
I got to Grodnik's hotel room
shortly after 9 the next morning.
I hadn't stayed to have breakfast
on the boat. He had just finished
shaving.
He said: "What was that fellow
you worked over on the boat?
Bebe was the wife's name. Bolton?". 

"Boltinck."
"Feds picked them up at the
airport. Holding them on an open
charge. Got something against
them from Illinois. Federal rap."
"Okay," I said. "Who cares?"
We had breakfast, and took a
cab to the police station and went
to the chief's office. It was 10:15
when we got there.
"Going to be a tough day for my
boys, captain," the chief said. "I
don't suppose you have a carnival
problem in Philadelphia?"
"Well, nothing like what you
got," Grodnik said. "We got what
we call Mummer's Day. Big parades 
and so forth, but it comes in
January. Too cold for much trouble." 

"Well, we got everything organized," 
the chief said. "Harrigan's 
out trotting around in that
set of kilts and the rest of the boys
got him hemmed in. Just a matter
of time."
The door swung open and it
wasn't a matter of time any more.
In the outer office was the slim
rookie in Stewart's costume, the
topaz brooch sparkling against the
brilliant tartan on his shoulder. He
wore a bonnet with a long cock's
feather and dangling from it were
bits of obviously false red hair. A
fake red moustache completed the
fraud, perfectly covering the distinctive 
features of the young cop
with the one sort of disguise that
would not make Stewards girl suspicious. 

She hadn't been suspicious.
She was a slim girl and when
she wasn't so frightened, she would
be pretty. Now her mouth was
contorted with panic, her eyes wide
and staring, seeing nothing. A
policeman in a clown suit with a
big ruffle around his neck led her,
unprotesting, to a chair and pushed
her gently into it.
Her dress was a swooping affair,
vaguely Elizabethan in cut, with

a long, ungainly stomacher of
phony seed pearls and a delicate
starched ruffle at the throat. She
wore a lot of fake jewels, including 
a small gilt coronet on her
head. She had made no attempt to
copy the brocaded fabrics of the
Elizabethans. Not she. Not Stewart's 
Mary. The full, flowing mess
was made of the Stuart tartan. A
clue for Charles Stewart, so he
could join in the hunt, too. Mary
and Charles of Stewart. The gilt
crown was the final pathetic touch.
Mary of Scotland. Mary of Stewart. 

The cop in the clown suit came
into the chief's office, shutting the
door on Stewart's Mary. He
dropped a car key on the chief's
desk.
"She's staying in a motor court.
She bought a car in Georgia. Drove
it down. It's parked at the court
now. Money's in the trunk, she
says."
We went out through the anteroom, 
past the stiffly erect girl
with the frozen eyes. And that was
the worst part of all. I was almost
running when I got to the door.
* * *
When Capt. Grodnik and I were
alone, he said: "Meant to tell you
that I was in the chief's office last
night when he was writing out his
story for the newspapers. He
makes himself out quite a fellow.
But I made sure he had your part
right. About the costume and how
to work the trap with the cairngorm. 
The story's all set and ready
to go out, probably out now. And
don't think it won't make a splash
back in Philadelphia. Front pages
for a couple of days, anyway. You
don't have to worry about a thing,
boy. You'll be a celebrity."
I bought a paper and read the
story. I was in it, just as Grodnik
had said. I had what I needed.
The chief had probably released
the story as soon as he had picked
up the money. Stewart's Mary had
it almost intact, lacking only about
4,000 of the amount Stewart had
stolen.
I thought quickly of Ellen. I
hadn't told her Stewart had been
killed, only that we had found him.
And I didn't want her lo read it
in the paper. She would know
now, but it would be much better
if she heard it from me.


USDA Official

foundry operation, leathercraft, and
other crafts and processes, including 
brick and tile making.
A native of Tilden, Ala., Mr. Cole
is a graduate of Snow Hill Institute
Snow Hill, Ala., and Talladega College. 
He first went to Angola as a
missionary more than 20 years ago
under the auspices of the Congregational 
Church. His new program
which will include the construction
of a children's village for orphans,
will be under the sponsorship of the
Pestalozzi Foundation.
"Farmer Cooperatives are hitting
the cost-price squeeze from two directions," 
said Secretary of Agriculture 
Ezra Taft Benson in an address 
last week before the annual
meeting of the National Council of
Fanner Cooperatives in Chicago.
Continuing, the Secretary added,
"Cooperative marketing can bring
better prices, while cooperative buying 
often reduces costs." The real
test of a cooperative he said, is the
contribution it makes to a better
standard of living for its individual 
farmer members.
Farm employment continued its
downward trend in 1954, showing
a decline of 129,000 over the previous 
year, reports the U. S. Department 
of Agriculture.
Since 1951, farm employment
throughout the nation has decreased 
from 8,895,000 to 8,451,000, or by
about five percent in the South,
where Negro farm people make up
a large proportion of the agricul
tural 
labor force, the decline in employment 
has totaled 333,000, or
nearly eight percent since 1951.
Cotton picking rates dropped
again last year for second consecutive 
year since they reached an alltime 
average peak of $3.05 per 100
pounds in 1952, the U. S. Department 
of Agriculture reports.
The average nation-wide rate for
hand picking in 1954 was $2.70 Per
100 pounds. This was 10 cents less
than the 1953 rate. Lowest rates last
year were paid in New Mexico, Alabama, 
and South Carolina. In these
States, the rates ranged from $2.35
to $2.45 per 100 pounds.
Cotton yield in the United States
has risen from 121.5 pounds per
acre in 1866 to 339 pounds in 1954,
reports the U. S Department of Agriculture. 

While the U. S. average last year
was 339 pounds per acre, in the
West — California, Arizona and
New Mexico — it rose to 830 pounds,
and in the Delta — Missouri, Arkansas, 
Tennessee, Mississippi, and
Louisiana, — to 397 pounds per acre.

SECRETARY SAYS CO-OPS
HIT COST — PRICE SQUEEZE

foundry operation, leathercraft, and
other crafts and processes, including 
brick and tile making.
A native of Tilden, Ala., Mr. Cole
is a graduate of Snow Hill Institute
Snow Hill, Ala., and Talladega College. 
He first went to Angola as a
missionary more than 20 years ago
under the auspices of the Congregational 
Church. His new program
which will include the construction
of a children's village for orphans,
will be under the sponsorship of the
Pestalozzi Foundation.
"Farmer Cooperatives are hitting
the cost-price squeeze from two directions," 
said Secretary of Agriculture 
Ezra Taft Benson in an address 
last week before the annual
meeting of the National Council of
Fanner Cooperatives in Chicago.
Continuing, the Secretary added,
"Cooperative marketing can bring
better prices, while cooperative buying 
often reduces costs." The real
test of a cooperative he said, is the
contribution it makes to a better
standard of living for its individual 
farmer members.
Farm employment continued its
downward trend in 1954, showing
a decline of 129,000 over the previous 
year, reports the U. S. Department 
of Agriculture.
Since 1951, farm employment
throughout the nation has decreased 
from 8,895,000 to 8,451,000, or by
about five percent in the South,
where Negro farm people make up
a large proportion of the agricul
tural 
labor force, the decline in employment 
has totaled 333,000, or
nearly eight percent since 1951.
Cotton picking rates dropped
again last year for second consecutive 
year since they reached an alltime 
average peak of $3.05 per 100
pounds in 1952, the U. S. Department 
of Agriculture reports.
The average nation-wide rate for
hand picking in 1954 was $2.70 Per
100 pounds. This was 10 cents less
than the 1953 rate. Lowest rates last
year were paid in New Mexico, Alabama, 
and South Carolina. In these
States, the rates ranged from $2.35
to $2.45 per 100 pounds.
Cotton yield in the United States
has risen from 121.5 pounds per
acre in 1866 to 339 pounds in 1954,
reports the U. S Department of Agriculture. 

While the U. S. average last year
was 339 pounds per acre, in the
West — California, Arizona and
New Mexico — it rose to 830 pounds,
and in the Delta — Missouri, Arkansas, 
Tennessee, Mississippi, and
Louisiana, — to 397 pounds per acre.

AGRICULTURAL EMPLOYMENT
CONTINUED DOWNWARD IN '54

foundry operation, leathercraft, and
other crafts and processes, including 
brick and tile making.
A native of Tilden, Ala., Mr. Cole
is a graduate of Snow Hill Institute
Snow Hill, Ala., and Talladega College. 
He first went to Angola as a
missionary more than 20 years ago
under the auspices of the Congregational 
Church. His new program
which will include the construction
of a children's village for orphans,
will be under the sponsorship of the
Pestalozzi Foundation.
"Farmer Cooperatives are hitting
the cost-price squeeze from two directions," 
said Secretary of Agriculture 
Ezra Taft Benson in an address 
last week before the annual
meeting of the National Council of
Fanner Cooperatives in Chicago.
Continuing, the Secretary added,
"Cooperative marketing can bring
better prices, while cooperative buying 
often reduces costs." The real
test of a cooperative he said, is the
contribution it makes to a better
standard of living for its individual 
farmer members.
Farm employment continued its
downward trend in 1954, showing
a decline of 129,000 over the previous 
year, reports the U. S. Department 
of Agriculture.
Since 1951, farm employment
throughout the nation has decreased 
from 8,895,000 to 8,451,000, or by
about five percent in the South,
where Negro farm people make up
a large proportion of the agricul
tural 
labor force, the decline in employment 
has totaled 333,000, or
nearly eight percent since 1951.
Cotton picking rates dropped
again last year for second consecutive 
year since they reached an alltime 
average peak of $3.05 per 100
pounds in 1952, the U. S. Department 
of Agriculture reports.
The average nation-wide rate for
hand picking in 1954 was $2.70 Per
100 pounds. This was 10 cents less
than the 1953 rate. Lowest rates last
year were paid in New Mexico, Alabama, 
and South Carolina. In these
States, the rates ranged from $2.35
to $2.45 per 100 pounds.
Cotton yield in the United States
has risen from 121.5 pounds per
acre in 1866 to 339 pounds in 1954,
reports the U. S Department of Agriculture. 

While the U. S. average last year
was 339 pounds per acre, in the
West — California, Arizona and
New Mexico — it rose to 830 pounds,
and in the Delta — Missouri, Arkansas, 
Tennessee, Mississippi, and
Louisiana, — to 397 pounds per acre.

COTTON PICKING RATES
DOWN IN '54 FOR 2ND YEAR
IN ROW, REPORTS USDA

foundry operation, leathercraft, and
other crafts and processes, including 
brick and tile making.
A native of Tilden, Ala., Mr. Cole
is a graduate of Snow Hill Institute
Snow Hill, Ala., and Talladega College. 
He first went to Angola as a
missionary more than 20 years ago
under the auspices of the Congregational 
Church. His new program
which will include the construction
of a children's village for orphans,
will be under the sponsorship of the
Pestalozzi Foundation.
"Farmer Cooperatives are hitting
the cost-price squeeze from two directions," 
said Secretary of Agriculture 
Ezra Taft Benson in an address 
last week before the annual
meeting of the National Council of
Fanner Cooperatives in Chicago.
Continuing, the Secretary added,
"Cooperative marketing can bring
better prices, while cooperative buying 
often reduces costs." The real
test of a cooperative he said, is the
contribution it makes to a better
standard of living for its individual 
farmer members.
Farm employment continued its
downward trend in 1954, showing
a decline of 129,000 over the previous 
year, reports the U. S. Department 
of Agriculture.
Since 1951, farm employment
throughout the nation has decreased 
from 8,895,000 to 8,451,000, or by
about five percent in the South,
where Negro farm people make up
a large proportion of the agricul
tural 
labor force, the decline in employment 
has totaled 333,000, or
nearly eight percent since 1951.
Cotton picking rates dropped
again last year for second consecutive 
year since they reached an alltime 
average peak of $3.05 per 100
pounds in 1952, the U. S. Department 
of Agriculture reports.
The average nation-wide rate for
hand picking in 1954 was $2.70 Per
100 pounds. This was 10 cents less
than the 1953 rate. Lowest rates last
year were paid in New Mexico, Alabama, 
and South Carolina. In these
States, the rates ranged from $2.35
to $2.45 per 100 pounds.
Cotton yield in the United States
has risen from 121.5 pounds per
acre in 1866 to 339 pounds in 1954,
reports the U. S Department of Agriculture. 

While the U. S. average last year
was 339 pounds per acre, in the
West — California, Arizona and
New Mexico — it rose to 830 pounds,
and in the Delta — Missouri, Arkansas, 
Tennessee, Mississippi, and
Louisiana, — to 397 pounds per acre.

COTTON YIELD ALMOST
TKIPPLED DURING PAST
88-YEAR PERIOD

foundry operation, leathercraft, and
other crafts and processes, including 
brick and tile making.
A native of Tilden, Ala., Mr. Cole
is a graduate of Snow Hill Institute
Snow Hill, Ala., and Talladega College. 
He first went to Angola as a
missionary more than 20 years ago
under the auspices of the Congregational 
Church. His new program
which will include the construction
of a children's village for orphans,
will be under the sponsorship of the
Pestalozzi Foundation.
"Farmer Cooperatives are hitting
the cost-price squeeze from two directions," 
said Secretary of Agriculture 
Ezra Taft Benson in an address 
last week before the annual
meeting of the National Council of
Fanner Cooperatives in Chicago.
Continuing, the Secretary added,
"Cooperative marketing can bring
better prices, while cooperative buying 
often reduces costs." The real
test of a cooperative he said, is the
contribution it makes to a better
standard of living for its individual 
farmer members.
Farm employment continued its
downward trend in 1954, showing
a decline of 129,000 over the previous 
year, reports the U. S. Department 
of Agriculture.
Since 1951, farm employment
throughout the nation has decreased 
from 8,895,000 to 8,451,000, or by
about five percent in the South,
where Negro farm people make up
a large proportion of the agricul
tural 
labor force, the decline in employment 
has totaled 333,000, or
nearly eight percent since 1951.
Cotton picking rates dropped
again last year for second consecutive 
year since they reached an alltime 
average peak of $3.05 per 100
pounds in 1952, the U. S. Department 
of Agriculture reports.
The average nation-wide rate for
hand picking in 1954 was $2.70 Per
100 pounds. This was 10 cents less
than the 1953 rate. Lowest rates last
year were paid in New Mexico, Alabama, 
and South Carolina. In these
States, the rates ranged from $2.35
to $2.45 per 100 pounds.
Cotton yield in the United States
has risen from 121.5 pounds per
acre in 1866 to 339 pounds in 1954,
reports the U. S Department of Agriculture. 

While the U. S. average last year
was 339 pounds per acre, in the
West — California, Arizona and
New Mexico — it rose to 830 pounds,
and in the Delta — Missouri, Arkansas, 
Tennessee, Mississippi, and
Louisiana, — to 397 pounds per acre.

Douglas P-TA

prominent in the County, West
Tennessee, and State Educational
circles. He was admired by most
people and his opinion respected by
all. As Professor Hayes goes out of
the Memphis City School System at
the close of this school year, he
can look back and admire a job
well done.
Professor Sharp, taking on the
Douglass mantle left by Professor
Hayes when he was moved to Manassas, 
certainly wore it with grace
and distinction. For, twenty-five
years he worked in the Douglass
community, interesting himself in
every phase of it. When he took
over at Douglass, it was still a
small frame elementary school with
about eight teachers. It was because 
of Mr. Sharp's keen foresight, 
his know-how, and his dogmatic 
determination that Douglass
grew from a little five teacher
frame building to a full fledge
senior high school composed of
grades one through twelve, had an
enrollment of over 1300 and a
teaching force of thirty or thirtyfive. 

Professor Sharp exercised the
type of leadership a principal is
supposed to exercise. He was a

leader, academically, politically,
spiritually, and economically. It
was in economic channels that he
made his greatest and most far
reaching contribution. Professor
Sharp's community garden was a
project that gained national recognition. 
Mrs. Eleanor Roosevelt,
then the Nation's First Lady, visited 
this project and was indeed loud
in her praise of it. This garden
fed many a family that might have
suffered from hunger otherwise.
This was in the lean days of the
depression back in the '30's. But
people have not allowed the fat pay
checks and prosperous times of the
present make them forget. That is
why the Douglass community
thinks it only fit and proper to let
these two men who have made
such a contribution to it know how
much they are appreciated and
that the monuments they have
built in the hearts and minds of
the people both old and young will
never crumble or wear away because 
of weather conditions or anything 
else.
Mrs. Blendale Cross is P. T. A.
President, J. D. Springer, principal. 


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LETTERS TO THE
Editor
Dear Editor:
I would like to thank my friends
in south Memphis, members of
Greater Mount Pleasant and the
Tree of life. Missionary Baptist
churches for the kindness shown
my decease uncle during his long
illness.
I pray the blessings of God upon
everyone that helped.
The Niece of the Deceased - Mrs.
Sarah E. Mebane, Moscow, Tenn.
Dear Editor:
Thanks for the follow upon the
Tennessee A and I State University 
extension school here news
story.

APPRECIATES COVERAGE
Dear Editor:
I would like to thank my friends
in south Memphis, members of
Greater Mount Pleasant and the
Tree of life. Missionary Baptist
churches for the kindness shown
my decease uncle during his long
illness.
I pray the blessings of God upon
everyone that helped.
The Niece of the Deceased - Mrs.
Sarah E. Mebane, Moscow, Tenn.
Dear Editor:
Thanks for the follow upon the
Tennessee A and I State University 
extension school here news
story.

Ex-Slave Born In
1844 Dies At 110
An
ex-slave who was born before the
Mexican war and 17 years before
the Civil war, died here last week.
Mrs. Eliza Bryant, 110-year-old,
died at the home of her daughter,

Mrs. Florence Jackson.
Blind for several years, Mrs.
Bryant known as "Aunt Liza,"
maintained an alert mind and was
described as ever cheerful. Her
death followed an illness of two
weeks.
She is survived, in addition to
her daughter, by a son, Dave Robert, 
75. of Chicago and a brother.

Court Upholds
Conviction
Of Shoulders
The United 
States Court of Appeals uphold
Saturday the conviction of former
Police Lt. Louis Shoulders and Patrolman 
Elmer Dolan for perjury
with regard to missing ransom
money in the Greenlease kidnapmurder 
wise.
The court ruled that the two St.
Louis policemen, now serving prison
terms, had fair trails last year in
Federall Court at Kansas City.
Authorities still are probing the
whereabouts of the missing $303,702
of the record $600,000 ransom paid
kidnapers Carl Austin Hall and
Mrs. Bonnie Brown Heady.
Shoulders, veteran of 27 years'
police work, with Dolan's aid, captured 
Hall, the kidnap-killer of
six-year-old Bobby Greenlease of
Kansas City. The arrest was made
Oct. 6, 1953.
Hall's accomplice, Mrs. Heady,
was seized on the same night.
The two later were executed in
the state's gas chamber for Bobby's
kidnap-slaying.
Shoulders, and Dolan were questioned 
extensively by a Kansas City
grand jury regarding two suitcases
in which Hall carried the kidnap
money. Their failure to account
for the missing money led to their
indictment and subsequent trial and
conviction for perjury.
Their only recourse flow is to seek
a rehearing or attempt an appeal
to the U. S. Supreme Court.

Georgian To Run
For Judgeship
In K. C., Mo.
A Georgia-born lawyer, Carl R.
Johns, 60, became the first Negro
selected by the Citizens Association
of Kansas City to run for municipal
judge.
The Citizens Association selects
the ticket for the city elections including 
mayor. Judges and other officers. 
This was the first time since
municipal judge. The election will
be during the latter part of March
with the primary set for Feb. 29.
Sometime ago a committee from
the Jackson County Bar, a Negro
body, asked Atty. Johnson to run
for the judgeship. The organization, 
W. Franklyn Clark, president,
spearheaded the effort to get Johnson 
on the ticket.
For many years, Atty. Johnson
has been one of the top civic leaders 
here. He is serving his 14th
year as president of the local
NAACP. He holds membership on
the NAACP national board of directors 
and on the legal committee.
Atty. Johnson is a former national 
president of Kappa Alpha Psifraternity, 
a past president of Harlan 
Bar Association of Missouri, and
a graduate of Howard University
Law School. Other work was done
at Boston University.
He has served on board membership 
capacities of the Kansas City
Urban League and city-wide YMCA.
A member of Pasee Baptist Church,
he is also affiliated with Midwest
Elks. Heart of American Lodge.