Memphis World Memphis World Publishing Co. 1958-02-05 Thaddeus T. Stokes MEMPHIS WORLD AMERICA'S STANDARD RACE JOURNAL The South's Oldest and Leading Colored Semi-Weekly Newspaper Published by MEMPHIS WORLD PUBLISHING CO. Every WEDNESDAY and SATURDAY at 546 BEALE — Ph. JA. 6-4030 Member of SCOTT NEWSPAPER SYNDICATE W. A. Scott, II, Founder; C. A. Scott, General Manager Entered in the Post Office at Memphis, Tenn. as second-class mail under the Act of Congress, March 1, 1870 THADDEUS T. STOKES Managing Editor MRS. ROSA BROWN BRACY Public Relation and Advertising SUBSCRIPTION RATES: Year $5.00 — 6 Months $3.00 — 3 Months $1.50 (In Advance) The MEMPHIS WORLD is an independent newspaper—non-sectarian and non-partisan, printing news unbiasedly and supporting those things it believes to be of interest to its readers and opposing those things against the interest of its readers. Interrogating And Being Interrogated To be consistent or to be inconsistent—that is the question. City Commissioners Henry Loeb and Claude Armour have us wondering which they subscribe to—consistency or inconsistency. Both commissioners said they 'will not answer all the questions" on the census form "because they are too personal." However, both commissioners said they favor the city ordinance proposed recently by Willis E. Ayres, Jr., which would, on demand, require any organization operating within the City of Memphis to file all pertinent information concerning their activities with City Commissioners, City Tax Collector or City Attorney, and the Mayor. The ordinance would require information about "salaries paid, amount of funds received, the source and dispensation of the funds. Commissioner Loeb said, concerning the ordinance proposed: "I like to ask many straight questions, about an organization and I like to get many straight answers." He stated further, "if an organization does not have anything to hide it should not hesitate" to answer such inquiries. This would have been a chance for the commissioners to answer some straight questions which would have been of benefit to the city and nation, hiding nothing. Memphis stands to receive a larger percentage of state funds on the basis of statistics received in this census which is costing the city $74,000. We hope the commissioners will take a kinder attitude toward the census form in 1960 when the Federal Government starts "taking a count of heads." It would have been nobler if the two elected public ofofficials would have submerged personal irritations of "too personal" questions, for the benefit of the nation, because if this "do-it-yourself" test-run in Memphis is successful, it will be used for the nation by the Federal census takers two years hence. The Commissioners have demonstrated clearly the differences between interrogating and being interrogated — there's the rub. The Industry Of Politics When somebody drew a blue-print of the pattern of government with the consent of the governed, the expression of the people was implied. Such implication, calling into play those who would influence the voters, did not leave politics and the politician far on the outskirts. Hence, that amiable, time-serving and accommodating one whose resourcefulness and native intellectual bent became much in demand. He of course would be that personality who could work up his impulses and time his explosions for those agreeable occasions friendly in climate and soil for the rootings of sentiment. So, our democracy and systems for popular rule also became a hotbed for the spawning of politicians. Hence our political industry. It was Thomas Jefferson, who in his early time became convinced from his short experience that the best governed people were the least governed. His philosophy of government and political economy, fresh from the melting pot of the French Republic, left to generations some principles and patterns by which our government must pursue if it would endure. One of these was honesty in politics. Those who would influence the people, therefore, were warned of the grave dangers in the practice of deception, rabble-rousing and the strange phenomena of dividing with double talk that which would be captured as a harvest for the minority. The basic principle upon which our very foundation rests, is the rule by the majorities. Once majorities are outlawed, or outmaneuvered, no longer can the philosophy of free government obtain. In the last two gubernatorial races, we saw the sad drama of splinter candidates. We saw a sale of sentiment so skillfully designed that it "fooled the very elects." Some of our leaders were influenced into advocating two candidates who had no chance of winning. But happily to us, the mass of our voters supported who was the best candidate who had, a chance to win. He came in second. This little piece is prompted as a record reminder to our people especially not to make the sacred contribution of their ballots to the industry of an unsavory political enigma. The ballot was never intended for that purpose and God forbid that these times under question, not be duplicated. Those who make a patent industry of politics and who would farm voters by whatever process which seems germane to passing winds, are assuredly enemies of our systems and wholly sinners against the holy ghost of Thomas Jefferson and Abraham Lincoln. Golden Gleams The march of the human mind is slow.—Burk. There is nothing either good or bad, but thinking makes it so.—Shakespeare. WISHING WELL Registered U. S. Patent Office. H is a pleasant little same that will give you a message every day. It is a numerical puzzle designed to spell out your fortune. Count the letters in your first name. If the number of letters is 6 or more, subtract 4. If the number is less than 6, add 3. The result is your key number. Start at the upper, left-hand corner of the rectangle and check every one of your key numbers, left to right. Then read the message the letters under the checked figures give you. SEEING and SAYING BY WILLIAM A. FOWLKES Managing Editor — Atlanta Daily World MOST OFTEN the true face of the Americas is never shown. Hence, the children of color may not know that Negroes and colored people make up the majority in population and constitute the ruling classes and the governments of many countries and islands in Central and South America and the nearby islands. BUT, the fact is that there are millions of Negroes, Indians and mixed colored peoples in the Americas. They are our neighbors who need our help, culturally, socially and economically. They need the increased technical help of the United States. Negro History Week, which is now upon us this historical month can emphasize that is a need of our recognition of the facts of life and knowledge of the true color, composition and potentiality of the Americas. We must increasing let Negro children know that they are of a prolific and proud race of people whom God has ordained to be the most plentiful by population on Earth; that theirs is a proud ancestry, dotted by slavery no more than the most pretentious Nordic or Clavic culture in history; that black civilizations dominated the world long before Rome; that Ethiopia will yet come into its own! The Real Face Of The Americas BY WILLIAM A. FOWLKES Managing Editor — Atlanta Daily World MOST OFTEN the true face of the Americas is never shown. Hence, the children of color may not know that Negroes and colored people make up the majority in population and constitute the ruling classes and the governments of many countries and islands in Central and South America and the nearby islands. BUT, the fact is that there are millions of Negroes, Indians and mixed colored peoples in the Americas. They are our neighbors who need our help, culturally, socially and economically. They need the increased technical help of the United States. Negro History Week, which is now upon us this historical month can emphasize that is a need of our recognition of the facts of life and knowledge of the true color, composition and potentiality of the Americas. We must increasing let Negro children know that they are of a prolific and proud race of people whom God has ordained to be the most plentiful by population on Earth; that theirs is a proud ancestry, dotted by slavery no more than the most pretentious Nordic or Clavic culture in history; that black civilizations dominated the world long before Rome; that Ethiopia will yet come into its own! BETWEEN THE LINES Some days ago the writer was riding one of the city buses and a white friend of many years was also aboard. The friend came over to share my seat. In the course of our casual conversation he spoke of the hatred and bitterness encountered in his travels about the city and state. He of course referred to the current struggle over the problems of desegregation. A casual review of the daily press will confirm the proposition that race relations are worsening but they are worsening in the right direction. One of the chief arguments the southern demagogue is propounding is this selfsame deterioration of race relations. Violence in the South is widespread and threatening. The emotions of both Negroes and whites are highly wrought and there is just as surely a cold war going on in the south as ever went on in Russia. It is one of the great tragedies that there has been such an outbreak against the Negro, and why? Because the Negro is seeking to throw off the bonds of secondclass citizenship, working of course within the framework of the Constitution of the United States and the laws thereof. If the Negro were working against the Laws of the nation, or if he were conniving with the Russians, one could easily understand the bitterness and the hatred that now afflict the citizens of this country. If the Negro were undermining our democratic way of life the current outbreak of bitterness and hatred could be more easily understood. But what the Negro seeks is in accord with the understanding principles upon which our nation and the church were inforced. The Negro seeks to live the democratic life he seeeks the Christian way of meeting the issues that face him in particular and the nation and world in general. When it becomes dangerous to seek Christian ends by Christian means and when it becomes unsafe to seek democratic ways and means of living in our common country, we are heading into trouble of the most threatening and dangerous, kind. As long as the Supreme Court acceded to the wishes of the Old South and postulated a "separate but equal" program of interracial relations in the South, everything went along with comparative smoothness and the South's politicians called this a golden era of race relations and now they are harking back to such era with a certain pride of achievements. But the fact is the Negro was never satisfied with "separate" because the South never gave any attention to the "equal" aspects of the situation. And while there seemed to be but little tension, there was in fact plenty of tension, while the Negro sweated under the burdens and disabilities secondclass citizenship forced upon him. Now that the Negro is struggling to overcome the handicaps of the separate but equal effects of a subordinate status in the nation, there is a great outbreak of hatred and bitterness throughout the nation. This means that as long as the Negro accepts, without apparent resentment, the proposition that he is inferior which is implied in the principle of segregation, we are having a "golden era" of race relations. But once let the Negro show his resentment against second - class citizenship: and once let him show that he resents the rule of being rushed to the front in times of war and to the rear in times of peace, then the flood-gates of bitterness and hatred are unloosed. The Taws that inspire the Negroes to aspire to first class citizenship were written "by white men and interpreted by white men. And these laws were influenced by the Mosaic laws and the higher law of love and brotherhood enunciated by Jesus Christ Himself. So when the Negro aspires for the freedom that inheres in the teachings of Jesus Christ and in the teachings of our nation's founding fathers, he is well within the range of reason and of world respect. The Old South would purchase amicable race relations at the price of the Negro's self-respect and his full citizenship. What price good race relations? What Price Good Race Relations Some days ago the writer was riding one of the city buses and a white friend of many years was also aboard. The friend came over to share my seat. In the course of our casual conversation he spoke of the hatred and bitterness encountered in his travels about the city and state. He of course referred to the current struggle over the problems of desegregation. A casual review of the daily press will confirm the proposition that race relations are worsening but they are worsening in the right direction. One of the chief arguments the southern demagogue is propounding is this selfsame deterioration of race relations. Violence in the South is widespread and threatening. The emotions of both Negroes and whites are highly wrought and there is just as surely a cold war going on in the south as ever went on in Russia. It is one of the great tragedies that there has been such an outbreak against the Negro, and why? Because the Negro is seeking to throw off the bonds of secondclass citizenship, working of course within the framework of the Constitution of the United States and the laws thereof. If the Negro were working against the Laws of the nation, or if he were conniving with the Russians, one could easily understand the bitterness and the hatred that now afflict the citizens of this country. If the Negro were undermining our democratic way of life the current outbreak of bitterness and hatred could be more easily understood. But what the Negro seeks is in accord with the understanding principles upon which our nation and the church were inforced. The Negro seeks to live the democratic life he seeeks the Christian way of meeting the issues that face him in particular and the nation and world in general. When it becomes dangerous to seek Christian ends by Christian means and when it becomes unsafe to seek democratic ways and means of living in our common country, we are heading into trouble of the most threatening and dangerous, kind. As long as the Supreme Court acceded to the wishes of the Old South and postulated a "separate but equal" program of interracial relations in the South, everything went along with comparative smoothness and the South's politicians called this a golden era of race relations and now they are harking back to such era with a certain pride of achievements. But the fact is the Negro was never satisfied with "separate" because the South never gave any attention to the "equal" aspects of the situation. And while there seemed to be but little tension, there was in fact plenty of tension, while the Negro sweated under the burdens and disabilities secondclass citizenship forced upon him. Now that the Negro is struggling to overcome the handicaps of the separate but equal effects of a subordinate status in the nation, there is a great outbreak of hatred and bitterness throughout the nation. This means that as long as the Negro accepts, without apparent resentment, the proposition that he is inferior which is implied in the principle of segregation, we are having a "golden era" of race relations. But once let the Negro show his resentment against second - class citizenship: and once let him show that he resents the rule of being rushed to the front in times of war and to the rear in times of peace, then the flood-gates of bitterness and hatred are unloosed. The Taws that inspire the Negroes to aspire to first class citizenship were written "by white men and interpreted by white men. And these laws were influenced by the Mosaic laws and the higher law of love and brotherhood enunciated by Jesus Christ Himself. So when the Negro aspires for the freedom that inheres in the teachings of Jesus Christ and in the teachings of our nation's founding fathers, he is well within the range of reason and of world respect. The Old South would purchase amicable race relations at the price of the Negro's self-respect and his full citizenship. What price good race relations? WITHIN CONSTITUTION Some days ago the writer was riding one of the city buses and a white friend of many years was also aboard. The friend came over to share my seat. In the course of our casual conversation he spoke of the hatred and bitterness encountered in his travels about the city and state. He of course referred to the current struggle over the problems of desegregation. A casual review of the daily press will confirm the proposition that race relations are worsening but they are worsening in the right direction. One of the chief arguments the southern demagogue is propounding is this selfsame deterioration of race relations. Violence in the South is widespread and threatening. The emotions of both Negroes and whites are highly wrought and there is just as surely a cold war going on in the south as ever went on in Russia. It is one of the great tragedies that there has been such an outbreak against the Negro, and why? Because the Negro is seeking to throw off the bonds of secondclass citizenship, working of course within the framework of the Constitution of the United States and the laws thereof. If the Negro were working against the Laws of the nation, or if he were conniving with the Russians, one could easily understand the bitterness and the hatred that now afflict the citizens of this country. If the Negro were undermining our democratic way of life the current outbreak of bitterness and hatred could be more easily understood. But what the Negro seeks is in accord with the understanding principles upon which our nation and the church were inforced. The Negro seeks to live the democratic life he seeeks the Christian way of meeting the issues that face him in particular and the nation and world in general. When it becomes dangerous to seek Christian ends by Christian means and when it becomes unsafe to seek democratic ways and means of living in our common country, we are heading into trouble of the most threatening and dangerous, kind. As long as the Supreme Court acceded to the wishes of the Old South and postulated a "separate but equal" program of interracial relations in the South, everything went along with comparative smoothness and the South's politicians called this a golden era of race relations and now they are harking back to such era with a certain pride of achievements. But the fact is the Negro was never satisfied with "separate" because the South never gave any attention to the "equal" aspects of the situation. And while there seemed to be but little tension, there was in fact plenty of tension, while the Negro sweated under the burdens and disabilities secondclass citizenship forced upon him. Now that the Negro is struggling to overcome the handicaps of the separate but equal effects of a subordinate status in the nation, there is a great outbreak of hatred and bitterness throughout the nation. This means that as long as the Negro accepts, without apparent resentment, the proposition that he is inferior which is implied in the principle of segregation, we are having a "golden era" of race relations. But once let the Negro show his resentment against second - class citizenship: and once let him show that he resents the rule of being rushed to the front in times of war and to the rear in times of peace, then the flood-gates of bitterness and hatred are unloosed. The Taws that inspire the Negroes to aspire to first class citizenship were written "by white men and interpreted by white men. And these laws were influenced by the Mosaic laws and the higher law of love and brotherhood enunciated by Jesus Christ Himself. So when the Negro aspires for the freedom that inheres in the teachings of Jesus Christ and in the teachings of our nation's founding fathers, he is well within the range of reason and of world respect. The Old South would purchase amicable race relations at the price of the Negro's self-respect and his full citizenship. What price good race relations? THE GOLDEN ERA? Some days ago the writer was riding one of the city buses and a white friend of many years was also aboard. The friend came over to share my seat. In the course of our casual conversation he spoke of the hatred and bitterness encountered in his travels about the city and state. He of course referred to the current struggle over the problems of desegregation. A casual review of the daily press will confirm the proposition that race relations are worsening but they are worsening in the right direction. One of the chief arguments the southern demagogue is propounding is this selfsame deterioration of race relations. Violence in the South is widespread and threatening. The emotions of both Negroes and whites are highly wrought and there is just as surely a cold war going on in the south as ever went on in Russia. It is one of the great tragedies that there has been such an outbreak against the Negro, and why? Because the Negro is seeking to throw off the bonds of secondclass citizenship, working of course within the framework of the Constitution of the United States and the laws thereof. If the Negro were working against the Laws of the nation, or if he were conniving with the Russians, one could easily understand the bitterness and the hatred that now afflict the citizens of this country. If the Negro were undermining our democratic way of life the current outbreak of bitterness and hatred could be more easily understood. But what the Negro seeks is in accord with the understanding principles upon which our nation and the church were inforced. The Negro seeks to live the democratic life he seeeks the Christian way of meeting the issues that face him in particular and the nation and world in general. When it becomes dangerous to seek Christian ends by Christian means and when it becomes unsafe to seek democratic ways and means of living in our common country, we are heading into trouble of the most threatening and dangerous, kind. As long as the Supreme Court acceded to the wishes of the Old South and postulated a "separate but equal" program of interracial relations in the South, everything went along with comparative smoothness and the South's politicians called this a golden era of race relations and now they are harking back to such era with a certain pride of achievements. But the fact is the Negro was never satisfied with "separate" because the South never gave any attention to the "equal" aspects of the situation. And while there seemed to be but little tension, there was in fact plenty of tension, while the Negro sweated under the burdens and disabilities secondclass citizenship forced upon him. Now that the Negro is struggling to overcome the handicaps of the separate but equal effects of a subordinate status in the nation, there is a great outbreak of hatred and bitterness throughout the nation. This means that as long as the Negro accepts, without apparent resentment, the proposition that he is inferior which is implied in the principle of segregation, we are having a "golden era" of race relations. But once let the Negro show his resentment against second - class citizenship: and once let him show that he resents the rule of being rushed to the front in times of war and to the rear in times of peace, then the flood-gates of bitterness and hatred are unloosed. The Taws that inspire the Negroes to aspire to first class citizenship were written "by white men and interpreted by white men. And these laws were influenced by the Mosaic laws and the higher law of love and brotherhood enunciated by Jesus Christ Himself. So when the Negro aspires for the freedom that inheres in the teachings of Jesus Christ and in the teachings of our nation's founding fathers, he is well within the range of reason and of world respect. The Old South would purchase amicable race relations at the price of the Negro's self-respect and his full citizenship. What price good race relations? FLOODGATES UNLOOSED Some days ago the writer was riding one of the city buses and a white friend of many years was also aboard. The friend came over to share my seat. In the course of our casual conversation he spoke of the hatred and bitterness encountered in his travels about the city and state. He of course referred to the current struggle over the problems of desegregation. A casual review of the daily press will confirm the proposition that race relations are worsening but they are worsening in the right direction. One of the chief arguments the southern demagogue is propounding is this selfsame deterioration of race relations. Violence in the South is widespread and threatening. The emotions of both Negroes and whites are highly wrought and there is just as surely a cold war going on in the south as ever went on in Russia. It is one of the great tragedies that there has been such an outbreak against the Negro, and why? Because the Negro is seeking to throw off the bonds of secondclass citizenship, working of course within the framework of the Constitution of the United States and the laws thereof. If the Negro were working against the Laws of the nation, or if he were conniving with the Russians, one could easily understand the bitterness and the hatred that now afflict the citizens of this country. If the Negro were undermining our democratic way of life the current outbreak of bitterness and hatred could be more easily understood. But what the Negro seeks is in accord with the understanding principles upon which our nation and the church were inforced. The Negro seeks to live the democratic life he seeeks the Christian way of meeting the issues that face him in particular and the nation and world in general. When it becomes dangerous to seek Christian ends by Christian means and when it becomes unsafe to seek democratic ways and means of living in our common country, we are heading into trouble of the most threatening and dangerous, kind. As long as the Supreme Court acceded to the wishes of the Old South and postulated a "separate but equal" program of interracial relations in the South, everything went along with comparative smoothness and the South's politicians called this a golden era of race relations and now they are harking back to such era with a certain pride of achievements. But the fact is the Negro was never satisfied with "separate" because the South never gave any attention to the "equal" aspects of the situation. And while there seemed to be but little tension, there was in fact plenty of tension, while the Negro sweated under the burdens and disabilities secondclass citizenship forced upon him. Now that the Negro is struggling to overcome the handicaps of the separate but equal effects of a subordinate status in the nation, there is a great outbreak of hatred and bitterness throughout the nation. This means that as long as the Negro accepts, without apparent resentment, the proposition that he is inferior which is implied in the principle of segregation, we are having a "golden era" of race relations. But once let the Negro show his resentment against second - class citizenship: and once let him show that he resents the rule of being rushed to the front in times of war and to the rear in times of peace, then the flood-gates of bitterness and hatred are unloosed. The Taws that inspire the Negroes to aspire to first class citizenship were written "by white men and interpreted by white men. And these laws were influenced by the Mosaic laws and the higher law of love and brotherhood enunciated by Jesus Christ Himself. So when the Negro aspires for the freedom that inheres in the teachings of Jesus Christ and in the teachings of our nation's founding fathers, he is well within the range of reason and of world respect. The Old South would purchase amicable race relations at the price of the Negro's self-respect and his full citizenship. What price good race relations? Supreme Court Refuses To Review Narcotics Case —The Supreme Court Monday refused to review toe conviction of Jessie Maroy, 41, in Chicago on charges of violating Federal narcoties laws. A jury in the Federal District Court at Chicago found him and Edward Minor guilty of unlawful purchase and concealment of heroin and conspiracy. Marcy was sentenced to four years in prison and fined $1,500. He appealed on the ground that the Government had failed to show that he had physical possession of the narcotics. The record shows that Agent Gjertsen and an informer, Thomas L. Cross a dope addict, first approached Minor and Marcy on May 10, 1956. Taking Marcy aside, Cross told him he had a friend who wanted to set him up in business Marcy replied: "I don't do no business with no grays (meaning whites), so if you want to talk about it, you have to see my man." The agent also told Marcy that he wanted to do some business, and Marcy repeated to him what he had just told Cross. After Marcy left, Cross and Gjertsen went to a tavern and about 20 minutes later Minor showed up Cross gave Minor $60 and Minor gave Cross a package of heroin. Two days later, Cross and an agent bought $100 worth of heroin from Minor, and on July 5, 1956, Minor delivered to an agent a package containing 305 grains of heroin. AID TALKS PROCEEDING Polish diplomatic sources have announced that the negotiations on Poland's aid request were proceeding smoothly. Both sides have agreed not to talk publicly during the negotiations. Nevertheless it is understood the prospects for an agreement in the near future are favorable. LETTERS TO THE To The Editor: The attitude of Governor Faubus of Arkansas, in trying to prevent the Little Rock school board from carrying out their modest beginning of integration at the Central High School there in accordance with the supreme Count's decision against segregated education, has caused a revulsion among people in the North and West generally. A practical way to express their revulsion found by the Democratic Women's Club of Green wick Connecticut when they voted to give $200 as a donation to the National Association for the Advancement of Colored People, to be used wherever the need is greatest. They did this although, reflecting the racial composition of olio town, only a small proportion of the Club's members are colored women. In giving this donation the club stated, "Segregation in education and in all other aspects is harmful to the United States both internally, where it is wasteful of vitally needed talents and injurious to human rights and dignity, and internationally where it has caused us to lose prestige and provided the Communists with their most potent weapon against us." The Club took tills action, according to their President, because these women Democrats believe the "Democrats in the North must take a firm, public, and active stand on the issue of civil rights". It would seem to be a highly effective way for Democrats and Republicans alike in the Northern and Western states to express their opposition to Governor Faubus's thirty disguised appeals to violence against carrying out the Supreme Court's decision, if they follow the lead of the Greenwich Democratic Women's Club. ALFRED BAKER LEWIS, New York. Faubus Antagonizes Democrats And Others To The Editor: The attitude of Governor Faubus of Arkansas, in trying to prevent the Little Rock school board from carrying out their modest beginning of integration at the Central High School there in accordance with the supreme Count's decision against segregated education, has caused a revulsion among people in the North and West generally. A practical way to express their revulsion found by the Democratic Women's Club of Green wick Connecticut when they voted to give $200 as a donation to the National Association for the Advancement of Colored People, to be used wherever the need is greatest. They did this although, reflecting the racial composition of olio town, only a small proportion of the Club's members are colored women. In giving this donation the club stated, "Segregation in education and in all other aspects is harmful to the United States both internally, where it is wasteful of vitally needed talents and injurious to human rights and dignity, and internationally where it has caused us to lose prestige and provided the Communists with their most potent weapon against us." The Club took tills action, according to their President, because these women Democrats believe the "Democrats in the North must take a firm, public, and active stand on the issue of civil rights". It would seem to be a highly effective way for Democrats and Republicans alike in the Northern and Western states to express their opposition to Governor Faubus's thirty disguised appeals to violence against carrying out the Supreme Court's decision, if they follow the lead of the Greenwich Democratic Women's Club. ALFRED BAKER LEWIS, New York. Wayne Bethea Stops Young Jack Johnson Wayne Bethea of New York outboxed young Jack Johnson of Los Angeles to win a unanimous 10-round decision Wednesday night in a nationally televised heavy-weight bout at the Chicago stadium. Bethea a 7 to 5 pre-fight favorite had too much cleverness and experience for the younger but heavier Johnson. The New Yorker kept his west coast opponent off-balance for most of the fight with short inside punches to the head and body and frequently shook up Johnson with sneak rights to the jaw. Referee Walter Brightmore warned Johnson repeatedly for hitting low blows and took the sixth round away from him for this violation of the rules. Brigthmore voted for Bethea, 48 to 40. Judge E. Alien Frankke balloted for Bethea, 48 to 44, and Judge Frank McAdams made it unanimous for the New York, 45 to 43 Bethea weighed 204 pounds and Johnson 214. 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HOME REPAIRS Fencing — Roofing — Siding Kitchens, Home Improvements FHA FINANCING Sears Modernization Plan Free Estimates — No Obligations BOB ALSTON FA. 7-7744 —or— JIM WALLACE WH. 8-0658 FURNISHED ROOMS Men Only Board, Laundry Service Phone BR 2-3777 SCHOOLS Courses Offered In Charm, Beauty, Voice Development, Fine Arts For Women and Teenagers JA 3-1578 Night or Day Classes PERSONAL Final Allotment The third and final alocation of $14,435.80 has been received by Knoxville College from the 1957 United Negro College Fund nationwide campaign, President James A. Colston announced today. "This amount brings a total received by Knoxville College from the 1957 national appeal to $35,256. 79" he added. Knoxville College is one of the 33 private, accredited member institutions of the United Negro College Fund. The first of America's education chests, the College Fund has conducted annual campaigns to help meet the yearly operating costs of its member schools since 1944. "The financial aid received each year from the UNCF by Knoxville College represents approximately 10 per cen of its budget, or that amount not met by income from endowment, tuition and recurring grants," President Colston said. Alumni Day Planned For February 9th For many years the LeMoyne College Alumni Association has observed ALUMNI DAY, for the purpose of bringing together the alumni and friends of the college for fellowship and enlightenment on the activities of the college. Last year the day was observed with a faculty-alumni talent program. A gift of $2000 was presented as payment on the concert grand piano in Bruce Hall. A continuation of this project is expected this year. On Sunday, February 9 at 5 o' clock in the Bruce Hall, the observance of ALUMNI DAY will bring together alumni and friends for an alumni talent program. Some of the outstanding talent among the alumni will be presented. The num. bers will center around the theme, "A GREATER LEMOYNE." President Hollis F. Price will climax the program by sharing with the public some of his experiences in Monrovia, Liberia. He will also point out some or toe things that must be done by alumni of the college in order to build A GREATER LEMOYNE. The public is invited. Mrs. Clara Simpson, general chairman; L. V. Johnson, president of the Association. To Honor Chicago Minister, Rev. Evans A reception has been planned by the Second Congregational church for Rev. Joseph Evans of Chicago, who is scheduled to come to Memphis on a speaking engagement, Wednesday, February 5. The reception will be held from 7:30 to 9, Wednesday in the church's Parish hall at 766 Walker Ave., announced Rev. John Charles Mickle, pastor of the church. The honored guest, Rev. Evans, will come to Memphis to speak at LeMoyne College's observance of Religious Emphasis Week. He is the pastor of the Good Shepherd Congregational church of Chicago, Ill. WAYNE D. OVERHOLSER'S new Western thriller DESPERATE MAN © 1956, 1957, Wayne D. Overholser. From the novel published by the Macmillan Co. Distributed by King Features Syndicate. Dave Munro, 19, lives at the Big Ten ranch in Dillon's Park with his lazy, pampered brother. Gil. 22, his mother and his father. Joe. Joe Munro had been a drifter, working at anything he could get, until he bought the Big Ten three years ago from Herb Jason's widow. Herb had been shot to death. Dave is in love with Kitsy Nordine, 17, and Gil loves her older sister, Bess. Both girls live at the Anchor, a neighboring ranch. Dave, fed up with Gil, decides to leave home, but agrees to wait a day when his father asks him to go into Buhl with him to see Cameron Runyan, absentee owner of the Ratter 3. Joe hopes to head off trouble caused when he and Bess and her crew, in driving Rafter 3 cows out of the park, shot one of his men. They are afraid of trouble with Vic Toll, tough foreman of the Rafter 3. At Runyan's hotel, Dave and Joe are accosted by Sammy Blue, a gunslinger. Blue threatens to shoot them if they try to see Runyan, and is prevented by the hotel clerk, who covers him with a scatter-gun. Runyan, with Mort, another gunman, takes Joe and Dave to his room. Runyan offers to buy the Big Ten at a good price, but refuses to interfere with Vic Toll. Joe refuses to sell and they leave. As they walk across the street they hear Blue call out "Munro!" IF I HAD been alone I would have turned to look at Blue, and I would probably have died right there in the street if my father hadn't said quickly, "Keep walking. Take two steps and turn. Pull your gun and shoot the man on your right." This was a maneuver my father had made Gil and me practice many times. At the moment I wasn't scared. I took the two steps to the same slow pace I had been walking, not sure what had happened. Then I was turning, right hand sweeping my gun from holster as I swung around. Both Blue and Mort were standing in front of the hotel. Blue was on my right, so I took him. My bullet smashed his gun arm and whirled him around, knocking him back against the hotel wall. Blue had expected us to face him and then be goaded into making a play, so we completely surprised, him. He was too slow going for his gun. Mort was even slower. His gun wasn't clear of leather when my father's first bullet took him in the stomach, the second in the neck. He was dead in a matter of seconds. I stood there, my gun dangling at my side, suddenly weak and sweating. Men ran out of the hotel and the store behind us and the Belle Union beside the store. Doc Holt came out of his office and ran to where Sammy Blue lay on the walk a few feet from Mort. "Get hold of yourself, Dave," my father said. "I don't like the looks of this. Whatever happens, we can't let Veach take us to jail." Veach, a huge hulk of a man was standing over Mort's body. He was arguing with someone, and I heard him say, "It looks like murder to me." "We'd better get over there," my father said. "Feel better?" Yeah, I'm all right," I said. We holstered our guns, and walked across the street Sammy Blue was gone. Runyan was not in sight. "Why do you call it murder, Ed?" my father asked. Veach's big body heaved around. He looked at my father, his cheeks quivering. He needed a shave: he was dirty. "Killing's murder, ain't it Munro?" Veach said. "You're smarter'n that," my father said. "You know what Sammy Blue aimed to do. Did you expect us to stand there and get plugged like fish in a barrel?" "How did you know what they were going to do?" Veach asked, looking at the ground. "You were walking the other way." "I know Sammy Blue," my father said, "I knew him a long time before I came to this country." Brown, the hotel clerk, was puffing up like an infuriated bullfrog. "Hang it Ed...," he began. "Knowing Blue don't change nothing," Veach said stubbornly. "You pulled your gun before you turned." "Did yon see it?" my father asked. "No, but I talked—" "You got it wrong. We pulled our guns as we turned, not before. There's a difference, Sheriff." Brown grabbed Veach's arm and shook it "You listen to me, Ed. I saw What happened in the hotel lobby. Blue was pushing them; he wasn't going to let Munro here see Runyan. Tried to start a fight He would have if I hadn't stopped him with a scatter-gun." "That's got nothing to do—" Veach begun. "Oh, for the Lord's sake!" Brown said in disgust "Are you beholden to the Rafter 3? Or are you scared of Vic Toll?" "I don't cotton to that kind of talk," Veach said sullenly. "You're gonna hear more of it if you don't get some sense into that fat skull Of your'n," Brown said. "You arrest 'em for murder, and I'll tell in court what I just told you. When Mort came down the stairs. Blue says, "Let's get 'em.' Them's his exact words That's what I'll tell in court, Ed, and I'll swear you right out from under your star." I don't know what would have happened if Brown hadn't spoken his piece. None of us who lived in the park were particularly popular in town. We were largely self-sufficient, we were so far away that we never came to Buhl unless it was absolutely necessary. On the other hand, a lot of people in the country were bitter because of the brutal and highhanded tactics Vic Toll used. It may have been that bitterness, or perhaps because Brown took the lead; but whatever the cause was, we suddenly were sided by half the men in the crowd. Buffalo Bones Jester said, "I seen it from the Belle Union, Sheriff. It ain't murder when a man defends himself." And the teacher, Rutherford Cartwright "That's right Ed. I just turned the corner when it started. Self-defense." Scissors McGuire, the barber, nodded. "Just put me on the jury, Ed. I'd get the Munros acquitted so fast it'd make your head swim." Veach, red in the face and angry, sputtered. "What's the matter with you boys? You was singing a different tune awhile ago." "We got to thinking," Alec Brady said. He was the storekeeper and mayor, and one of the most respected men in Buhl. "Runyan's been in town spring and fall every year since I came here, but this is the first time he ever brought a gunslick like Sammy Blue. We've eaten his dirt Ed, all of us. Why? Because we were scared. If we're men, it's time we acted like it We'd be a darned sight less men if we let you arrest the Munros for a murder that wasn't murder at all" Reluctantly Veach said, "Looks like I can't hold you, Munro. I'm gonna go see how Sammy Blue is." He walked away, moving slowly and ponderously. My father said, "Thanks, boys." "No thanks necessary," Brady said. "I've just, got one regret. I wish you'd killed Blue instead of breaking his arm. I hope to see you hang onto the park, too." "We aim to," my father said. He turned and started toward the store. I fell into step beside him saying, "I don't feel like eating anything." "We'll get a drink first," he said. We went into the Belle Union. When I was alone, or with Gil or a neighbor, I asked for beer, or once in a While whiskey, but on the few occasions I had been here with my father, he had always ordered for me. Soda pop every time, but today he said, Whiskey." SYNOPSIS © 1956, 1957, Wayne D. Overholser. From the novel published by the Macmillan Co. Distributed by King Features Syndicate. Dave Munro, 19, lives at the Big Ten ranch in Dillon's Park with his lazy, pampered brother. Gil. 22, his mother and his father. Joe. Joe Munro had been a drifter, working at anything he could get, until he bought the Big Ten three years ago from Herb Jason's widow. Herb had been shot to death. Dave is in love with Kitsy Nordine, 17, and Gil loves her older sister, Bess. Both girls live at the Anchor, a neighboring ranch. Dave, fed up with Gil, decides to leave home, but agrees to wait a day when his father asks him to go into Buhl with him to see Cameron Runyan, absentee owner of the Ratter 3. Joe hopes to head off trouble caused when he and Bess and her crew, in driving Rafter 3 cows out of the park, shot one of his men. They are afraid of trouble with Vic Toll, tough foreman of the Rafter 3. At Runyan's hotel, Dave and Joe are accosted by Sammy Blue, a gunslinger. Blue threatens to shoot them if they try to see Runyan, and is prevented by the hotel clerk, who covers him with a scatter-gun. Runyan, with Mort, another gunman, takes Joe and Dave to his room. Runyan offers to buy the Big Ten at a good price, but refuses to interfere with Vic Toll. Joe refuses to sell and they leave. As they walk across the street they hear Blue call out "Munro!" IF I HAD been alone I would have turned to look at Blue, and I would probably have died right there in the street if my father hadn't said quickly, "Keep walking. Take two steps and turn. Pull your gun and shoot the man on your right." This was a maneuver my father had made Gil and me practice many times. At the moment I wasn't scared. I took the two steps to the same slow pace I had been walking, not sure what had happened. Then I was turning, right hand sweeping my gun from holster as I swung around. Both Blue and Mort were standing in front of the hotel. Blue was on my right, so I took him. My bullet smashed his gun arm and whirled him around, knocking him back against the hotel wall. Blue had expected us to face him and then be goaded into making a play, so we completely surprised, him. He was too slow going for his gun. Mort was even slower. His gun wasn't clear of leather when my father's first bullet took him in the stomach, the second in the neck. He was dead in a matter of seconds. I stood there, my gun dangling at my side, suddenly weak and sweating. Men ran out of the hotel and the store behind us and the Belle Union beside the store. Doc Holt came out of his office and ran to where Sammy Blue lay on the walk a few feet from Mort. "Get hold of yourself, Dave," my father said. "I don't like the looks of this. Whatever happens, we can't let Veach take us to jail." Veach, a huge hulk of a man was standing over Mort's body. He was arguing with someone, and I heard him say, "It looks like murder to me." "We'd better get over there," my father said. "Feel better?" Yeah, I'm all right," I said. We holstered our guns, and walked across the street Sammy Blue was gone. Runyan was not in sight. "Why do you call it murder, Ed?" my father asked. Veach's big body heaved around. He looked at my father, his cheeks quivering. He needed a shave: he was dirty. "Killing's murder, ain't it Munro?" Veach said. "You're smarter'n that," my father said. "You know what Sammy Blue aimed to do. Did you expect us to stand there and get plugged like fish in a barrel?" "How did you know what they were going to do?" Veach asked, looking at the ground. "You were walking the other way." "I know Sammy Blue," my father said, "I knew him a long time before I came to this country." Brown, the hotel clerk, was puffing up like an infuriated bullfrog. "Hang it Ed...," he began. "Knowing Blue don't change nothing," Veach said stubbornly. "You pulled your gun before you turned." "Did yon see it?" my father asked. "No, but I talked—" "You got it wrong. We pulled our guns as we turned, not before. There's a difference, Sheriff." Brown grabbed Veach's arm and shook it "You listen to me, Ed. I saw What happened in the hotel lobby. Blue was pushing them; he wasn't going to let Munro here see Runyan. Tried to start a fight He would have if I hadn't stopped him with a scatter-gun." "That's got nothing to do—" Veach begun. "Oh, for the Lord's sake!" Brown said in disgust "Are you beholden to the Rafter 3? Or are you scared of Vic Toll?" "I don't cotton to that kind of talk," Veach said sullenly. "You're gonna hear more of it if you don't get some sense into that fat skull Of your'n," Brown said. "You arrest 'em for murder, and I'll tell in court what I just told you. When Mort came down the stairs. Blue says, "Let's get 'em.' Them's his exact words That's what I'll tell in court, Ed, and I'll swear you right out from under your star." I don't know what would have happened if Brown hadn't spoken his piece. None of us who lived in the park were particularly popular in town. We were largely self-sufficient, we were so far away that we never came to Buhl unless it was absolutely necessary. On the other hand, a lot of people in the country were bitter because of the brutal and highhanded tactics Vic Toll used. It may have been that bitterness, or perhaps because Brown took the lead; but whatever the cause was, we suddenly were sided by half the men in the crowd. Buffalo Bones Jester said, "I seen it from the Belle Union, Sheriff. It ain't murder when a man defends himself." And the teacher, Rutherford Cartwright "That's right Ed. I just turned the corner when it started. Self-defense." Scissors McGuire, the barber, nodded. "Just put me on the jury, Ed. I'd get the Munros acquitted so fast it'd make your head swim." Veach, red in the face and angry, sputtered. "What's the matter with you boys? You was singing a different tune awhile ago." "We got to thinking," Alec Brady said. He was the storekeeper and mayor, and one of the most respected men in Buhl. "Runyan's been in town spring and fall every year since I came here, but this is the first time he ever brought a gunslick like Sammy Blue. We've eaten his dirt Ed, all of us. Why? Because we were scared. If we're men, it's time we acted like it We'd be a darned sight less men if we let you arrest the Munros for a murder that wasn't murder at all" Reluctantly Veach said, "Looks like I can't hold you, Munro. I'm gonna go see how Sammy Blue is." He walked away, moving slowly and ponderously. My father said, "Thanks, boys." "No thanks necessary," Brady said. "I've just, got one regret. I wish you'd killed Blue instead of breaking his arm. I hope to see you hang onto the park, too." "We aim to," my father said. He turned and started toward the store. I fell into step beside him saying, "I don't feel like eating anything." "We'll get a drink first," he said. We went into the Belle Union. When I was alone, or with Gil or a neighbor, I asked for beer, or once in a While whiskey, but on the few occasions I had been here with my father, he had always ordered for me. Soda pop every time, but today he said, Whiskey." CHAPTER 5 © 1956, 1957, Wayne D. Overholser. From the novel published by the Macmillan Co. Distributed by King Features Syndicate. Dave Munro, 19, lives at the Big Ten ranch in Dillon's Park with his lazy, pampered brother. Gil. 22, his mother and his father. Joe. Joe Munro had been a drifter, working at anything he could get, until he bought the Big Ten three years ago from Herb Jason's widow. Herb had been shot to death. Dave is in love with Kitsy Nordine, 17, and Gil loves her older sister, Bess. Both girls live at the Anchor, a neighboring ranch. Dave, fed up with Gil, decides to leave home, but agrees to wait a day when his father asks him to go into Buhl with him to see Cameron Runyan, absentee owner of the Ratter 3. Joe hopes to head off trouble caused when he and Bess and her crew, in driving Rafter 3 cows out of the park, shot one of his men. They are afraid of trouble with Vic Toll, tough foreman of the Rafter 3. At Runyan's hotel, Dave and Joe are accosted by Sammy Blue, a gunslinger. Blue threatens to shoot them if they try to see Runyan, and is prevented by the hotel clerk, who covers him with a scatter-gun. Runyan, with Mort, another gunman, takes Joe and Dave to his room. Runyan offers to buy the Big Ten at a good price, but refuses to interfere with Vic Toll. Joe refuses to sell and they leave. As they walk across the street they hear Blue call out "Munro!" IF I HAD been alone I would have turned to look at Blue, and I would probably have died right there in the street if my father hadn't said quickly, "Keep walking. Take two steps and turn. Pull your gun and shoot the man on your right." This was a maneuver my father had made Gil and me practice many times. At the moment I wasn't scared. I took the two steps to the same slow pace I had been walking, not sure what had happened. Then I was turning, right hand sweeping my gun from holster as I swung around. Both Blue and Mort were standing in front of the hotel. Blue was on my right, so I took him. My bullet smashed his gun arm and whirled him around, knocking him back against the hotel wall. Blue had expected us to face him and then be goaded into making a play, so we completely surprised, him. He was too slow going for his gun. Mort was even slower. His gun wasn't clear of leather when my father's first bullet took him in the stomach, the second in the neck. He was dead in a matter of seconds. I stood there, my gun dangling at my side, suddenly weak and sweating. Men ran out of the hotel and the store behind us and the Belle Union beside the store. Doc Holt came out of his office and ran to where Sammy Blue lay on the walk a few feet from Mort. "Get hold of yourself, Dave," my father said. "I don't like the looks of this. Whatever happens, we can't let Veach take us to jail." Veach, a huge hulk of a man was standing over Mort's body. He was arguing with someone, and I heard him say, "It looks like murder to me." "We'd better get over there," my father said. "Feel better?" Yeah, I'm all right," I said. We holstered our guns, and walked across the street Sammy Blue was gone. Runyan was not in sight. "Why do you call it murder, Ed?" my father asked. Veach's big body heaved around. He looked at my father, his cheeks quivering. He needed a shave: he was dirty. "Killing's murder, ain't it Munro?" Veach said. "You're smarter'n that," my father said. "You know what Sammy Blue aimed to do. Did you expect us to stand there and get plugged like fish in a barrel?" "How did you know what they were going to do?" Veach asked, looking at the ground. "You were walking the other way." "I know Sammy Blue," my father said, "I knew him a long time before I came to this country." Brown, the hotel clerk, was puffing up like an infuriated bullfrog. "Hang it Ed...," he began. "Knowing Blue don't change nothing," Veach said stubbornly. "You pulled your gun before you turned." "Did yon see it?" my father asked. "No, but I talked—" "You got it wrong. We pulled our guns as we turned, not before. There's a difference, Sheriff." Brown grabbed Veach's arm and shook it "You listen to me, Ed. I saw What happened in the hotel lobby. Blue was pushing them; he wasn't going to let Munro here see Runyan. Tried to start a fight He would have if I hadn't stopped him with a scatter-gun." "That's got nothing to do—" Veach begun. "Oh, for the Lord's sake!" Brown said in disgust "Are you beholden to the Rafter 3? Or are you scared of Vic Toll?" "I don't cotton to that kind of talk," Veach said sullenly. "You're gonna hear more of it if you don't get some sense into that fat skull Of your'n," Brown said. "You arrest 'em for murder, and I'll tell in court what I just told you. When Mort came down the stairs. Blue says, "Let's get 'em.' Them's his exact words That's what I'll tell in court, Ed, and I'll swear you right out from under your star." I don't know what would have happened if Brown hadn't spoken his piece. None of us who lived in the park were particularly popular in town. We were largely self-sufficient, we were so far away that we never came to Buhl unless it was absolutely necessary. On the other hand, a lot of people in the country were bitter because of the brutal and highhanded tactics Vic Toll used. It may have been that bitterness, or perhaps because Brown took the lead; but whatever the cause was, we suddenly were sided by half the men in the crowd. Buffalo Bones Jester said, "I seen it from the Belle Union, Sheriff. It ain't murder when a man defends himself." And the teacher, Rutherford Cartwright "That's right Ed. I just turned the corner when it started. Self-defense." Scissors McGuire, the barber, nodded. "Just put me on the jury, Ed. I'd get the Munros acquitted so fast it'd make your head swim." Veach, red in the face and angry, sputtered. "What's the matter with you boys? You was singing a different tune awhile ago." "We got to thinking," Alec Brady said. He was the storekeeper and mayor, and one of the most respected men in Buhl. "Runyan's been in town spring and fall every year since I came here, but this is the first time he ever brought a gunslick like Sammy Blue. We've eaten his dirt Ed, all of us. Why? Because we were scared. If we're men, it's time we acted like it We'd be a darned sight less men if we let you arrest the Munros for a murder that wasn't murder at all" Reluctantly Veach said, "Looks like I can't hold you, Munro. I'm gonna go see how Sammy Blue is." He walked away, moving slowly and ponderously. My father said, "Thanks, boys." "No thanks necessary," Brady said. "I've just, got one regret. I wish you'd killed Blue instead of breaking his arm. I hope to see you hang onto the park, too." "We aim to," my father said. He turned and started toward the store. I fell into step beside him saying, "I don't feel like eating anything." "We'll get a drink first," he said. We went into the Belle Union. When I was alone, or with Gil or a neighbor, I asked for beer, or once in a While whiskey, but on the few occasions I had been here with my father, he had always ordered for me. Soda pop every time, but today he said, Whiskey." KNOW YOUR LIBRARY by MAUDDEAN THOMPSON SEWARD "A sound MIND in a sound BODY, is a short but full description of a happy State in this World." —Locke. Our generation yearns for happiness. Observe the throngs at night swarming to the heart of any city in search of amusement. Consider the millions of dollars spent annually to purchase pleasure. Look into your own heart to discover how deeply you desire a sincere sense of satisfaction and a lasting contentment. All signs point to a thirst for happiness. Yet note the sullen and unhappy facial expressions of those we meet. Sense the spirit of unrest and dissatisfaction in those with whom we associate. Read the newspaper accounts of what people do out of sheer boredom. At times we are tempted to wonder if to be genuinely happy is regarded as a crime! Certainly happiness escapes a startling number of persons. Yet, on the other hand, there are others whose presence is both a stimulus and benediction. Poised and dynamic, they attract by a compelling radiance and joie de vivre. Why should this be so? How does it happen that they discover personal serenity while others seem unable ever to do so? How is it that some lives are like springs from which joy and laughter bubble continuously, while oilier personalities resemble dry cisterns? Their laughter is too strident, their voices too shrill and their response to pleasure either forced or blase. Perhaps those who fall to find happiness are confused as to what happiness is: they search for it where it does not dwell. Let us assure ourselves, that our desire for happiness is valid and reasonable. Happiness is valid and state of every individual, just as health rather than illness is the normal state of the body. Epictetus saw "If a man is unhappy remember that his unhappiness is his own fault, for God made all men to be happy. Call by your library and secure a copy of ACHIEVING REAL HAPPINESS by Hildebrand, and see if you are a mature personality to the extent that little things do not upset us too much. HAPPINESS by MAUDDEAN THOMPSON SEWARD "A sound MIND in a sound BODY, is a short but full description of a happy State in this World." —Locke. Our generation yearns for happiness. Observe the throngs at night swarming to the heart of any city in search of amusement. Consider the millions of dollars spent annually to purchase pleasure. Look into your own heart to discover how deeply you desire a sincere sense of satisfaction and a lasting contentment. All signs point to a thirst for happiness. Yet note the sullen and unhappy facial expressions of those we meet. Sense the spirit of unrest and dissatisfaction in those with whom we associate. Read the newspaper accounts of what people do out of sheer boredom. At times we are tempted to wonder if to be genuinely happy is regarded as a crime! Certainly happiness escapes a startling number of persons. Yet, on the other hand, there are others whose presence is both a stimulus and benediction. Poised and dynamic, they attract by a compelling radiance and joie de vivre. Why should this be so? How does it happen that they discover personal serenity while others seem unable ever to do so? How is it that some lives are like springs from which joy and laughter bubble continuously, while oilier personalities resemble dry cisterns? Their laughter is too strident, their voices too shrill and their response to pleasure either forced or blase. Perhaps those who fall to find happiness are confused as to what happiness is: they search for it where it does not dwell. Let us assure ourselves, that our desire for happiness is valid and reasonable. Happiness is valid and state of every individual, just as health rather than illness is the normal state of the body. Epictetus saw "If a man is unhappy remember that his unhappiness is his own fault, for God made all men to be happy. Call by your library and secure a copy of ACHIEVING REAL HAPPINESS by Hildebrand, and see if you are a mature personality to the extent that little things do not upset us too much. VETERANS CORNER Here are authoritative answers from the Veterans Administration to questions of interest from servicemen and their families: Q— I want to ask VA to deduct my GI insurance premiums from my disability compensation payments. Where do I send my request — to the VA regional office that handles my compensation or the VA district office that handles my insurance? Q.—I understand that in order to change my course under the Korean GI Bill, my school must certify that my conduct and progress have been satisfactory. I was absent from class much more often than I should have been. Would that stand in the way of my school certifying satisfactory conduct and progress? Q.—If I can get a release from liability, I plan to let the buyer of my house take over my GI loan. Is there any cost involved in getting this release? Q.—I was discharged from the Armed Forces with a 20 percent disability, and received a lumpsum disability severance payment. Will that payment have any effect on VA disability compensation, if VA approves my claim?