Memphis World
Memphis World Publishing Co.
1955-03-08
Raymond F. Tisby

MEMPHIS WORLD
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An Underhand Attack On Brotherhood
On Brotherhood Week, when not only the country, but the
world was taking stock in various relations to the end of an appraisal 
of our social relations and improving the Democratic status
quo, there were pressure groups of a non-brotherly attitude down
Florida way engaged in underground tactics to forestall a brotherhood 
meeting. Notwithstanding an American fundamental guaranteeing 
the freedom of assembly, this Ku Klux phobia was able
to cancel out a conference rally for a brotherhood demonstration
at Hialeah, Florida.
Church leaders blame the Klan for this because the spurious
literature bore the familiar Klan ensemble—"Awake America before 
it is too late."
This pattern also berated the rally in its literature as being a
"mixed meeting."
While such a cowardly appeal to prejudice and passion might
not command passing notice, it is felt that such an evidence of the
dark ages should be set down for the record.
Just now the world is in a struggle to arrive at a lasting
peace. It has found out that better relations toward the improvement 
of a genuine brotherhood is the leading answer. The best
brains of our nation today are employed in the search for the powerful 
panacea which might effect a cure for the evils and ills attacking 
the sinews of brotherhood. No one can be a real American 
who would put a stumbling block in the path of this noble
effort.
It is a pitiful piece of non-sense and a disservice to our civilization 
for spurious agencies to be allowed to undermine the powerful 
structure of brotherhood as we strive to build.
Hialeah is down near Miami, the world's play garden where
only recently a hotel proprietor ordered the dejection of Negroes
who had been invited there to celebrate a Lincoln Day dinner
staged by the State Republican Central Committee of which they
were members and officers. Happily, the Republican officials
are seeking redress.
Just how long such Un-American practices will be staged and
tolerated, will determine how soon we will arrive upon the key to
our problems—a world brotherhood.

REVIEWING
THE NEWS
BY WILLIAM GORDON
Managing Editor, Atlanta Daily World
In the section on religion, in Time Magazine (Week March 7)
is a picture of a gaunt figure of a man, an Anglican priest, standing 
in the doorway of a South African cabin. A woman, smiling
slightly, leans against the doorway while a small child tugs at
what seems to be her apron string.
"The time is coming," the priest tells the woman. He has
seemingly told this story to thousands of native Africans who
have become victims of a purge in the Johannesburg area. A
government, headed by a group of "fanatics" is inevitably playing 
into the hands of a "red menace" with such tactics. But so
closely related are bigotry and stupidity that only a catastrophe
has been known to bring order out of chaos, the two have been
known to create. And South Africa is no exception in this case.
The plan by the South African government has called for
moving more than 400,000 native Africans out of Johnannesburg
to some remote section beyond the city. What is the justification?
Obviously, there is none, except to satisfy the whims and desires
of those who want to maintain and exploit a "cheap labor" force,
and prohibit the rise of the blacks to the level of firstclass citizenship. 
So they force them into a ghetto, away from the city, where
control of their movements and thinking can be maintained in a
more rigid fashion. But this is not unique to South Africa. Such
movements were in effect during the Roman Empire when the
Christians had to run and hide from "fanatics." There was a
movement in this country to send the Negroes back to Africa, and
Hitler tried it during world war II by executing the Jews with the
purpose of creating a "'super race."
Fortunately for the principle of right, no such movement has
been totally successful. For out of nowhere, it seems, always
emerges the mind of the missionary. There are those persons,
who always, it seems by the stroke of Providence, come forth to
save man from some of his own inherent irrational qualities. This
was more evident in the person of Christ. And there have been
others, like Gandhi, Abraham Lincoln and many more who face
issues for the purpose of decency and justice.
This will eventually be the case in South Africa, many believe. 
For while the world is content to stand by and let human
beings be moved about in mass like cattle, a gaunt figure of an
Englishman walks miles to bring hope and cheer. "The time is
coming" he tells them, and they are content to believe what he
says.
Out of his teachings come no brutality, hatred or malice. He
tells the Africans to be patient and pray for hope and understanding. 
For there will be others like the priest who will come
to the natives and bring hope. Their numbers will multiply, and
they will march without violence against all the evil forces of the
Malan-inspired government of South Africa. Yes, the time will
come when the Africans will be put back into their homes; they
will live and breathe and walk the streets of Johannesburg in dignity 
and respect. But this will be after all the evil forces of the
present government, and all those around the world like them,
will be removed from the face of the earth.
And this time, mind you, is not too far in the future.

"The Time Is Coming" He Tells
Them, And The Day Is Not Far
BY WILLIAM GORDON
Managing Editor, Atlanta Daily World
In the section on religion, in Time Magazine (Week March 7)
is a picture of a gaunt figure of a man, an Anglican priest, standing 
in the doorway of a South African cabin. A woman, smiling
slightly, leans against the doorway while a small child tugs at
what seems to be her apron string.
"The time is coming," the priest tells the woman. He has
seemingly told this story to thousands of native Africans who
have become victims of a purge in the Johannesburg area. A
government, headed by a group of "fanatics" is inevitably playing 
into the hands of a "red menace" with such tactics. But so
closely related are bigotry and stupidity that only a catastrophe
has been known to bring order out of chaos, the two have been
known to create. And South Africa is no exception in this case.
The plan by the South African government has called for
moving more than 400,000 native Africans out of Johnannesburg
to some remote section beyond the city. What is the justification?
Obviously, there is none, except to satisfy the whims and desires
of those who want to maintain and exploit a "cheap labor" force,
and prohibit the rise of the blacks to the level of firstclass citizenship. 
So they force them into a ghetto, away from the city, where
control of their movements and thinking can be maintained in a
more rigid fashion. But this is not unique to South Africa. Such
movements were in effect during the Roman Empire when the
Christians had to run and hide from "fanatics." There was a
movement in this country to send the Negroes back to Africa, and
Hitler tried it during world war II by executing the Jews with the
purpose of creating a "'super race."
Fortunately for the principle of right, no such movement has
been totally successful. For out of nowhere, it seems, always
emerges the mind of the missionary. There are those persons,
who always, it seems by the stroke of Providence, come forth to
save man from some of his own inherent irrational qualities. This
was more evident in the person of Christ. And there have been
others, like Gandhi, Abraham Lincoln and many more who face
issues for the purpose of decency and justice.
This will eventually be the case in South Africa, many believe. 
For while the world is content to stand by and let human
beings be moved about in mass like cattle, a gaunt figure of an
Englishman walks miles to bring hope and cheer. "The time is
coming" he tells them, and they are content to believe what he
says.
Out of his teachings come no brutality, hatred or malice. He
tells the Africans to be patient and pray for hope and understanding. 
For there will be others like the priest who will come
to the natives and bring hope. Their numbers will multiply, and
they will march without violence against all the evil forces of the
Malan-inspired government of South Africa. Yes, the time will
come when the Africans will be put back into their homes; they
will live and breathe and walk the streets of Johannesburg in dignity 
and respect. But this will be after all the evil forces of the
present government, and all those around the world like them,
will be removed from the face of the earth.
And this time, mind you, is not too far in the future.

GOLDEN GLEAMS
There's small revenge in words, but words may be greatly
revenged.
—Benjamin Franklin.
I will not be revenged, and this I owe to my enemy; but I
will remember, and this I owe to myself.
—C. C. Colton.

Know Your
Library
"The American woman of today is
all things to all people. A veteran
of what have been on the whole
successful battles to win acceptance
as an equal in the world of masculine 
achievements, in business and
the professions, he nevertheless retains 
sufficient prowess as a mother
to bring down upon head the hornet's 
nest of Momism. In a world
where her beauty inspires a cult of
adulation celebrated everywhere in
books, advertising, television and
the movies, she has nevertheless
made cultural and political gains
which in another age would have
marked her as a bluestocking or a
freak. Called on to play effortlessly 
a number of roles which would
have staggered her grandmother,
she is yet accused of being the most
pampered woman in the world."
Elizabeth Bragdon has written a
book which is now available at the
Cossit Branch Library located on
Vance Avenue. The title of the
book is "Women Today" some of
the topics for discussion are:
1. The Big Problem: Career vs.
Home
2. The Emotional Problems
3. As Time Goes By
4 Roles A Woman Must Play
5. The Men's Corner.
I am sure you will find this book
very interesting, and helpful. Call
for your copy today. The workers
will be delighted to serve you.

NAACP Observes
"Freedom Day"
The seventeenth 
of May, the day on which the
United States Supreme Court handed 
down its historic anti-segregation 
decision in 1954, will be observed 
annually as NAACP Freedom
Day by the National Association for
the Advancement of Colored People.
The 1200 branches of the Association 
throughout the country will be
called upon to celebrate the day with
appropriate ceremonies such as mass
meetings, parades or dinner meetings. 
The principal celebration is
scheduled annually for the Sunday
nearest the 17th, which this year
will be May 15. On this day, the
churches will be asked to join in the
commemoration of the decision and
to contribute to the NAACP Fight
for Freedom Fund in order to secure 
complete emancipation by January 
1, 1963, the centennial of Lincoln's 
proclamation.

Girl Scout Week

liette Low considered a "must" for
girls in Scouting.
There now are around 1,750,000
girls enrolled in the Girl Scouts of
the U. S. A. They are guided and
helped by more than half a million
devoted men and women who are
registered members, and countless
thousands more who work with and
for the Girl Scouts. Some ten million 
women have enjoyed Scout experience; 
and since the organization
was set up with a group of neighborhood 
girls 43 years age, it has
grown from a small, personalized
movement to a nation-wide influenced 
for better citizenship among
girls and women - truly the "growing 
fore for freedom" of which its
founder dreamed.

Southern Bell

4. Shortened evening and night
work schedules.
"In a labor contract, the Company 
guarantees the good working
conditions and to pay the increased
wages. It is certainly not too much,
to ask that the Union, in return;
guarantee to respect the contract
and not engage in strikes while the
contract is in force."

Red Cross Drive

disaster relief program, but at the
same time would finance the organization's 
other vital services.
These include welfare services to
the armed forces and veterans, collection 
of blood, health and safety
education programs, and Junior
Red Cross.

Leading Baptist
Woman Leader Dies
In New Orleans
Funeral 
services ere held in New Orleans 
last week from Second Baptist
Church for Mrs. Sallie Wade, number 
one Baptist woman of Louisiana. 

Mrs. Wade at her death was
president of the Woman's Division
of the Louisiana State Baptist Convention; 
president of the First District 
Baptist Association of New Orleans, 
and vice-president of the National 
Baptist Convention.

The Inheritors
By JANE ABBOTT
Copyright  by Jane Abbott. Distributed by King Futures Syndicate
If the three heirs to old Josh Trevitt's 
sizeable upstate New York farm
remain on it for at least three months
after  death, each will inherit onethird 
of the land. Those leaving sooner
must relinquish their share or shares
to those remaining, final resident to
be awarded the entire farm. So when
old Josh died, his kin were notified
and copies of his will mailed them. In
the ate spring, we find Jennie Todd, an
inheritor, a spinster, at the Trevitt
place, making ready her quarters in
the rambling old farmhouse, and being
assisted by Wick Middleton, executor of
the Trevitt estate. Cindy Todd, a pretty
little motherless teen-ager, joins her
Aunt Jenny at the farm, to file claim
for her "missing" father's share of the
land.
WICK started out the driveway,
but stopped his car at the road, got
out of it and went to the front
door of the house. He should tell
Miss Jennie Todd that her brother's 
daughter had come.
Jennie Todd opened the door to
his knock.
"Oh, Mr. Middleton, I didn't
know. I heard some talking....
Come in."
Wick went into the parlor.
"I stopped in to tell you that
your brother's daughter has come."
Jennie stared at him, puzzled. "I
did not know my brother had a
daughter!"
It struck Wick suddenly that he
had no proof that this Cindy was
any kin of old Josh's.
"Yes. A friend of her father's
brought her here. He's going back
to Covington early tomorrow. I've
heard from your sister, too. She's
coming tomorrow—motoring here
with her daughter."
At that announcement, to his
consternation, Jennie Todd caught
her hands together, burst into
tears.
She dried her face quickly. "I'm
sorry. But I came here—I—needed
to be alone to learn something—
now. Hester is coming. I can't call
my soul my own when she's
around!" She flushed. "Oh, I'm
dreadful to talk in this way before
a stranger!"
Wick was remembering the
skinny little girl with the frightened 
eyes. He said gently: "I don't
want you to think of me as a
stranger, Miss Todd. I was a friend
of your Uncle Jehosophat. I'd like
to have you look upon me as a
friend. And you can be quite independent 
here—there are bolts on
the doors going into the other
wings, you know!"
Wick glanced around the room.
"Maybe you'd like some books—

I've shelvesful of them at my
home. I'd be glad to bring you
some. Only they're the older
books..."
"But I like them best," said Jennie. 
"I didn't have room in my
bags to bring any."
"I'll put some in my car next
time I come up. Do you like Trollope? 
He's a favorite of mine."
"Yes. I can read his books over
and over. I used to work in a
bookshop."
An odd woman, he reflected, as
he drove away. Yet he felt sympathy 
for her.
Back in the village he drove to
the Buck House, where he went
into the bar.
"Hello, Steve," he said. "Some
time tomorrow afternoon, late,
probably, it may be that a lady
stops here, asks if I've made reservations 
for her. Tell her to come
to my house. She's a client of
mine."
* * *
Brigit had reassured Cindy that
she would nave her aunts. Well,
she hadn't been any happier for
seeing the one who came to her
back door in the afternoon. She
said: "I am your Aunt Jennie. I
stopped to ask it there is anything
I can do for you." She said it as
if it were choking her to get it
out.
Cindy was rather proud of her
own coldness in answering, "Nothing, 
thank you." She went to bed
before it was dark. "I won't stay—
I won't! I'll write to Dan to come
and get me—I'll' write to my
father..."
But in the morning, refreshed
by a long sleep, she felt more
stronghearted, as Brigit would express 
it. She built a fire and
cooked some oatmeal. When she
finished breakfast, she cleared up
her dishes, swept the floor. Now
she'd explore.... She went first
to the barn. She never before had
been in a barn like this. Then she
went through the orchard and on
into the open fields. The woods
beyond the fields attracted her and
reaching them, she came to the
creek. She followed it, climbing
over rocks, and old logs, up and
down the shaded bank.
She came to a wide pool of
quieter water and stopped. It
would be fun to wade into it. She
shook off the loafers she wore,
rolled her slacks above her knees.
As the icy cold water struck her
ankles she let out a squeal of sur
prise 
but she went on, stepping
carefully on the slippery stones.
"Stop!" a man's voice shouted
above her, and, startled, she missed
her footing and sat down with a
splash in the water.
She got to her feet with some
difficulty, glared up at the man on
the bank above her. "You made
me do that! Yelling at me!"
"I yelled at you because it gets
deep."
"You surprised me," she explained, 
with what she thought
was cold dignity. "I did not think
there was anyone within miles of
here."
"I was surprised myself. I've
rather looked upon this pool as
private. And mine the exclusive
right to use!"
"Oh, I'm trespassing! I thought
all this was part of my uncle's
farm." She looked across at the
woods on the other side of the
creek. "You live over there?"
"Yes. At least for the present."
"Who are you?" asked Cindy.
"Gary Norbeck. And you?"
"I'm Cindy Todd. My father inherited 
part of this farm. He could
not come but I came. I'll be here
all summer."
All he said was, "You'll get
chilled in those wet clothes."
She noticed the box and easel
he had dropped to the ground,
when he shouted at her. "You're
an artist?" she asked.
"I work at it."
"I never met an artist! Not a
real one."
Gary Norbeck took a step
toward her. "I'd like to paint you
as you are now—sitting on that
rock—the sun on you—the tree
shadows beyond."
Cindy, delighted, glowed up at
him. "Will you? But not in these
old clothes. I'll put on my best
dress!"
"No, no..."
"Well, something that isn't wet!"
Cindy got up from the rock. "I'll
comeback. Though not this afternoon—this 
afternoon, if I can find
a spade, I'm going to try to dig
up some ground for a vegetable
garden."
Gary Norbeck said, "I'll dig
some ground for your seeds, if
you'll pose for me, some day."
"Check," said Cindy. "Will you
dig it this afternoon?"
"All right—this afternoon."
Then he picked up his box and
easel and walked away.


SYNOPSIS
By JANE ABBOTT
Copyright  by Jane Abbott. Distributed by King Futures Syndicate
If the three heirs to old Josh Trevitt's 
sizeable upstate New York farm
remain on it for at least three months
after  death, each will inherit onethird 
of the land. Those leaving sooner
must relinquish their share or shares
to those remaining, final resident to
be awarded the entire farm. So when
old Josh died, his kin were notified
and copies of his will mailed them. In
the ate spring, we find Jennie Todd, an
inheritor, a spinster, at the Trevitt
place, making ready her quarters in
the rambling old farmhouse, and being
assisted by Wick Middleton, executor of
the Trevitt estate. Cindy Todd, a pretty
little motherless teen-ager, joins her
Aunt Jenny at the farm, to file claim
for her "missing" father's share of the
land.
WICK started out the driveway,
but stopped his car at the road, got
out of it and went to the front
door of the house. He should tell
Miss Jennie Todd that her brother's 
daughter had come.
Jennie Todd opened the door to
his knock.
"Oh, Mr. Middleton, I didn't
know. I heard some talking....
Come in."
Wick went into the parlor.
"I stopped in to tell you that
your brother's daughter has come."
Jennie stared at him, puzzled. "I
did not know my brother had a
daughter!"
It struck Wick suddenly that he
had no proof that this Cindy was
any kin of old Josh's.
"Yes. A friend of her father's
brought her here. He's going back
to Covington early tomorrow. I've
heard from your sister, too. She's
coming tomorrow—motoring here
with her daughter."
At that announcement, to his
consternation, Jennie Todd caught
her hands together, burst into
tears.
She dried her face quickly. "I'm
sorry. But I came here—I—needed
to be alone to learn something—
now. Hester is coming. I can't call
my soul my own when she's
around!" She flushed. "Oh, I'm
dreadful to talk in this way before
a stranger!"
Wick was remembering the
skinny little girl with the frightened 
eyes. He said gently: "I don't
want you to think of me as a
stranger, Miss Todd. I was a friend
of your Uncle Jehosophat. I'd like
to have you look upon me as a
friend. And you can be quite independent 
here—there are bolts on
the doors going into the other
wings, you know!"
Wick glanced around the room.
"Maybe you'd like some books—

I've shelvesful of them at my
home. I'd be glad to bring you
some. Only they're the older
books..."
"But I like them best," said Jennie. 
"I didn't have room in my
bags to bring any."
"I'll put some in my car next
time I come up. Do you like Trollope? 
He's a favorite of mine."
"Yes. I can read his books over
and over. I used to work in a
bookshop."
An odd woman, he reflected, as
he drove away. Yet he felt sympathy 
for her.
Back in the village he drove to
the Buck House, where he went
into the bar.
"Hello, Steve," he said. "Some
time tomorrow afternoon, late,
probably, it may be that a lady
stops here, asks if I've made reservations 
for her. Tell her to come
to my house. She's a client of
mine."
* * *
Brigit had reassured Cindy that
she would nave her aunts. Well,
she hadn't been any happier for
seeing the one who came to her
back door in the afternoon. She
said: "I am your Aunt Jennie. I
stopped to ask it there is anything
I can do for you." She said it as
if it were choking her to get it
out.
Cindy was rather proud of her
own coldness in answering, "Nothing, 
thank you." She went to bed
before it was dark. "I won't stay—
I won't! I'll write to Dan to come
and get me—I'll' write to my
father..."
But in the morning, refreshed
by a long sleep, she felt more
stronghearted, as Brigit would express 
it. She built a fire and
cooked some oatmeal. When she
finished breakfast, she cleared up
her dishes, swept the floor. Now
she'd explore.... She went first
to the barn. She never before had
been in a barn like this. Then she
went through the orchard and on
into the open fields. The woods
beyond the fields attracted her and
reaching them, she came to the
creek. She followed it, climbing
over rocks, and old logs, up and
down the shaded bank.
She came to a wide pool of
quieter water and stopped. It
would be fun to wade into it. She
shook off the loafers she wore,
rolled her slacks above her knees.
As the icy cold water struck her
ankles she let out a squeal of sur
prise 
but she went on, stepping
carefully on the slippery stones.
"Stop!" a man's voice shouted
above her, and, startled, she missed
her footing and sat down with a
splash in the water.
She got to her feet with some
difficulty, glared up at the man on
the bank above her. "You made
me do that! Yelling at me!"
"I yelled at you because it gets
deep."
"You surprised me," she explained, 
with what she thought
was cold dignity. "I did not think
there was anyone within miles of
here."
"I was surprised myself. I've
rather looked upon this pool as
private. And mine the exclusive
right to use!"
"Oh, I'm trespassing! I thought
all this was part of my uncle's
farm." She looked across at the
woods on the other side of the
creek. "You live over there?"
"Yes. At least for the present."
"Who are you?" asked Cindy.
"Gary Norbeck. And you?"
"I'm Cindy Todd. My father inherited 
part of this farm. He could
not come but I came. I'll be here
all summer."
All he said was, "You'll get
chilled in those wet clothes."
She noticed the box and easel
he had dropped to the ground,
when he shouted at her. "You're
an artist?" she asked.
"I work at it."
"I never met an artist! Not a
real one."
Gary Norbeck took a step
toward her. "I'd like to paint you
as you are now—sitting on that
rock—the sun on you—the tree
shadows beyond."
Cindy, delighted, glowed up at
him. "Will you? But not in these
old clothes. I'll put on my best
dress!"
"No, no..."
"Well, something that isn't wet!"
Cindy got up from the rock. "I'll
comeback. Though not this afternoon—this 
afternoon, if I can find
a spade, I'm going to try to dig
up some ground for a vegetable
garden."
Gary Norbeck said, "I'll dig
some ground for your seeds, if
you'll pose for me, some day."
"Check," said Cindy. "Will you
dig it this afternoon?"
"All right—this afternoon."
Then he picked up his box and
easel and walked away.


CHAPTER NINE
By JANE ABBOTT
Copyright  by Jane Abbott. Distributed by King Futures Syndicate
If the three heirs to old Josh Trevitt's 
sizeable upstate New York farm
remain on it for at least three months
after  death, each will inherit onethird 
of the land. Those leaving sooner
must relinquish their share or shares
to those remaining, final resident to
be awarded the entire farm. So when
old Josh died, his kin were notified
and copies of his will mailed them. In
the ate spring, we find Jennie Todd, an
inheritor, a spinster, at the Trevitt
place, making ready her quarters in
the rambling old farmhouse, and being
assisted by Wick Middleton, executor of
the Trevitt estate. Cindy Todd, a pretty
little motherless teen-ager, joins her
Aunt Jenny at the farm, to file claim
for her "missing" father's share of the
land.
WICK started out the driveway,
but stopped his car at the road, got
out of it and went to the front
door of the house. He should tell
Miss Jennie Todd that her brother's 
daughter had come.
Jennie Todd opened the door to
his knock.
"Oh, Mr. Middleton, I didn't
know. I heard some talking....
Come in."
Wick went into the parlor.
"I stopped in to tell you that
your brother's daughter has come."
Jennie stared at him, puzzled. "I
did not know my brother had a
daughter!"
It struck Wick suddenly that he
had no proof that this Cindy was
any kin of old Josh's.
"Yes. A friend of her father's
brought her here. He's going back
to Covington early tomorrow. I've
heard from your sister, too. She's
coming tomorrow—motoring here
with her daughter."
At that announcement, to his
consternation, Jennie Todd caught
her hands together, burst into
tears.
She dried her face quickly. "I'm
sorry. But I came here—I—needed
to be alone to learn something—
now. Hester is coming. I can't call
my soul my own when she's
around!" She flushed. "Oh, I'm
dreadful to talk in this way before
a stranger!"
Wick was remembering the
skinny little girl with the frightened 
eyes. He said gently: "I don't
want you to think of me as a
stranger, Miss Todd. I was a friend
of your Uncle Jehosophat. I'd like
to have you look upon me as a
friend. And you can be quite independent 
here—there are bolts on
the doors going into the other
wings, you know!"
Wick glanced around the room.
"Maybe you'd like some books—

I've shelvesful of them at my
home. I'd be glad to bring you
some. Only they're the older
books..."
"But I like them best," said Jennie. 
"I didn't have room in my
bags to bring any."
"I'll put some in my car next
time I come up. Do you like Trollope? 
He's a favorite of mine."
"Yes. I can read his books over
and over. I used to work in a
bookshop."
An odd woman, he reflected, as
he drove away. Yet he felt sympathy 
for her.
Back in the village he drove to
the Buck House, where he went
into the bar.
"Hello, Steve," he said. "Some
time tomorrow afternoon, late,
probably, it may be that a lady
stops here, asks if I've made reservations 
for her. Tell her to come
to my house. She's a client of
mine."
* * *
Brigit had reassured Cindy that
she would nave her aunts. Well,
she hadn't been any happier for
seeing the one who came to her
back door in the afternoon. She
said: "I am your Aunt Jennie. I
stopped to ask it there is anything
I can do for you." She said it as
if it were choking her to get it
out.
Cindy was rather proud of her
own coldness in answering, "Nothing, 
thank you." She went to bed
before it was dark. "I won't stay—
I won't! I'll write to Dan to come
and get me—I'll' write to my
father..."
But in the morning, refreshed
by a long sleep, she felt more
stronghearted, as Brigit would express 
it. She built a fire and
cooked some oatmeal. When she
finished breakfast, she cleared up
her dishes, swept the floor. Now
she'd explore.... She went first
to the barn. She never before had
been in a barn like this. Then she
went through the orchard and on
into the open fields. The woods
beyond the fields attracted her and
reaching them, she came to the
creek. She followed it, climbing
over rocks, and old logs, up and
down the shaded bank.
She came to a wide pool of
quieter water and stopped. It
would be fun to wade into it. She
shook off the loafers she wore,
rolled her slacks above her knees.
As the icy cold water struck her
ankles she let out a squeal of sur
prise 
but she went on, stepping
carefully on the slippery stones.
"Stop!" a man's voice shouted
above her, and, startled, she missed
her footing and sat down with a
splash in the water.
She got to her feet with some
difficulty, glared up at the man on
the bank above her. "You made
me do that! Yelling at me!"
"I yelled at you because it gets
deep."
"You surprised me," she explained, 
with what she thought
was cold dignity. "I did not think
there was anyone within miles of
here."
"I was surprised myself. I've
rather looked upon this pool as
private. And mine the exclusive
right to use!"
"Oh, I'm trespassing! I thought
all this was part of my uncle's
farm." She looked across at the
woods on the other side of the
creek. "You live over there?"
"Yes. At least for the present."
"Who are you?" asked Cindy.
"Gary Norbeck. And you?"
"I'm Cindy Todd. My father inherited 
part of this farm. He could
not come but I came. I'll be here
all summer."
All he said was, "You'll get
chilled in those wet clothes."
She noticed the box and easel
he had dropped to the ground,
when he shouted at her. "You're
an artist?" she asked.
"I work at it."
"I never met an artist! Not a
real one."
Gary Norbeck took a step
toward her. "I'd like to paint you
as you are now—sitting on that
rock—the sun on you—the tree
shadows beyond."
Cindy, delighted, glowed up at
him. "Will you? But not in these
old clothes. I'll put on my best
dress!"
"No, no..."
"Well, something that isn't wet!"
Cindy got up from the rock. "I'll
comeback. Though not this afternoon—this 
afternoon, if I can find
a spade, I'm going to try to dig
up some ground for a vegetable
garden."
Gary Norbeck said, "I'll dig
some ground for your seeds, if
you'll pose for me, some day."
"Check," said Cindy. "Will you
dig it this afternoon?"
"All right—this afternoon."
Then he picked up his box and
easel and walked away.


CAPITAL SPOTLIGHT
At the Indian Embassy the other 
day Miss Satyawanti Khemani
daughter of S. P. Khemand, an
attache, Information Service of India, 
was married according to Hindu 
rites to Virender Tyagi, an employee 
of the India Supply Mission.
Over 300 guests, both American
and Indian, attended the wedding.
Several members of the diplomatic
corps, including the Ambassadors
of Indonesia and Ceylon, were
present as well as State Department 
officials.
The ceremony was conducted M.
S. Sundaram, cultural counsellor
of the embassy, according to the
Vedic rites (the most ancinet sacred 
literature of the Hindus) with
the chanting of Sanskrit hymns
and other ritual formalities.
S. S. Fletcher called to say he is
still very much alive. In recounting 
the history of the De Priest
Fifteen, a stag club, I referred to
him as the late S. S. Fletcher.
Mr. Fletcher is a member emeritus 
of the club named in honor of
Oscar De Priest, the first colored
person to come to Congress since
the Reconstruction era. He is still
selling real estate for the Capital
View Realty Company, for whom
he has been a salesman for thirtyone 
years.
Mr. Fletcher said he first got
Mr. De Priest to come in from
Chicago to speak for the Capital
View Baptist Church, of which he
is a member. The crowd wanting
to see and hear De Priest was so
big that the police had to be called
to hold them back.
Later, he said he gave two dinners 
for DePriest and Capt. Gibson 
the first colored captain in the
Fire Department, entertained the
Conressman once at his home. After 
that the De Priest Fifteen was
oranibed and has been going ever
since.
Capt. Gibson is ill. So is Dr.
Emmett J. Scott, former secretary
treasurer of Howard University
Jessie D. Mitchell, president of the
Industrial Bank of Washinton, is
reported critically ill.
Drew Pearson the syndicated columnist 
will be the principal speaker 
at the annual banquet of the
Student Council of the Howard
University Medical School honoring 
two members of the faculty selected 
by the senior class for outstanding 
services to students in
teaching.
Atea was given at the Veterans
Memorial Branch YWCA in Arlington 
(Virginia), Sunday afternoon, 
in honor of Miss Hermeles O.
Jones, former associate secretary of
the branch.
The committee that arranged the
tea consisted of Mrs. Annie P.
Belcher, Mrs. Marion T. Hightower 
Mrs. Katherine Young, Mrs.
Hattie Hopkins. Mrs. Lola Nicholas 
and Mrs. Elva Belcher.
Dr. Edwin B Henderson, retired 
head of the department of physical 
education of the former colored 
public schools of the District of
Columbia, writes from Mexico
where he and his wife are vacationing: 

"No race problem, American money 
goes far. People have a glorious 
history. Spent a week at this

resort, Acapulca. Every day swimming 
in the Pacific from this beach,
a few minutes from my hotel. From
one of these boats you see (on a
postcard,) I go fishing. I had dinner 
with Dr. Shephannsky, labor
attache of the U. S. Embassy, last
night."
On the key vote on the motion of
Representative Daniel A. Reed, Republican, 
of New York, to send
back to committee the bill extending 
for another year existing corporation 
and excise taxes with instructions 
to strike the $20 income
tax reduction for each taxpayer
and each dependent—rejected by a
vote of 205 to 210—Representatives
William L. Dawson of Illinois,
Charles C. Diggs of Michigan and
Adam Clayton Powell of New York,
all Democrats, voted "nay."
Under permission given by the
House to extend his remarks, Diggs
inserted in the appendix of the
Congressional Record a piece on
"Brotherhood Week" Extension of
remarks permits a Congressman to
put into the Congressional Record
a speech he didn't deliver on the
House floor or other matter that is
not too lengthy or does not reflect
on another member of Congress.
WASHINGTON, D. C. —(NNPA)
The purpose of the Asian-African,
a meeting of yellow, brown and
black peoples from thirty independent 
nations, is to remove tensions
and help Asian and African nations 
to develop, according to Sir
John Kotelawals, the Prime Minister 
of Ceylon.
The conference, to which invitations 
were not extended to any of
the white nations, will be held in
Indonesia in April. The five sponsoring 
powers are India Pakistan,
Ceylon, Burma and Indonesia.
They agreed at a preliminary
meeting in Jakarta, the capital of
Indnesia, in December that the
talks will range over various problems 
"of special interest to Adrian
and African peoples, such as problems 
affecting national sovereignty, 
racialism, and colonialism."
One of the chiefs of state who
have accepted a bid for a delegation 
from Communist China to attend 
is Premier Chou En-lai. His
acceptance has caused speculation
among Western powers as to whether 
he will seek to dominate the
conference.
In a written reply to a series of
questions concerning the conference
Premier Kotewala said:
Q. What, in your opinion, are
the major objectives of the AfroAsian 
Conference?
A. The major objectives of the
Afro-Asian Conference have been
set out in the joint communique
issued by the five Prime Ministers
after the Bogor meeting They are:
(a). To promote goodwill and
cooperation among the nations of
Asia and Africa, to explore and advance 
their mutual as well as common 
interests and to establish and
further friendliness and neighborly 
relations.
(b). To consider social, economic
and cultural problems and relations
of the countries represented.
(c). To consider problems of special 
interest to Asian and African
peoples, e. g., problems affecting
national sovereignty and of racialism 
and colonialism.
(d) To view the position of Asia
and Africa and their peoples in the

world of today and the contribution 
they can make to the promotion 
of world peace and cooperation.
Q. Do you expect the conference
to take action on the issues of coexistence? 
If so what?
A. I regret that I am unable to
anticipate the agenda of the AfroAsian 
Conference. It was decided
at the Boger meeting that the agenda 
and the procedure to be adopted 
at the Conference, should be left
for decision by the Conference itself. 

Q. Is there any reason to believe
the Peoples Republic of China will
use the conference simply to strengthen 
the role of Communism in
Asia.
A. I do not see reason for any
reason for this belief. China will
be only one out of thirty countries
that will be attending can be trusted 
to look after themselves.
Q. What do you envisage the
conference can do to ease world
tensions particularly those between
Moscow and Washington?
A. Peace and good international
relations are the objects of the
Conference and, that being so, the
Conference will no doubt do its
best to ease world tensions Moscow 
and Washington must realize
that them are others too in the
world and that the main concern
of these others is peace.
Q. What "common denominators" 
can be expected to unify the
invited nations?
A. The nations that will assemble 
for the Afro-Asian Conference
are nations that have suffered in
the past and have a future to build
up.
Q. Is the conference fundamentally 
a search for political and international 
solidarity my the nonwhite 
races of the world.
A. Such an assumption will be
absurd.
Q. Why were the Arab nations
invited, but not Israel?
A. Because if Israel was invited,
the Arab nations would not have
come and that would have meant
several absenting themselves from
the Conference as against one—
Hobson's choice and regrettably
so.
Q. Why was Communist China
invited, but not Nationalist China?
A. Because there can be only one
China, and the one that had obviously 
to be invited is being invited. 

Q. Why were Vietnam and Vietminh 
invited, but the Republic of
Korea not invited?
A. Because Korea insists on being 
one and there is no unified Korea 
yet. Vietnam and Vietminh are
at the moment two distinct entitles. 

Q. What will prevent the conference 
from developing into an alignment 
against the rest of the free
world under pro-Communist slogans
of anti-colonialism and anti-imperialism? 

A. This question would seem to
assume that if anyone spoke of anti-colonialism 
and anti-imperialism
he must be counted as a supporter
of Comunism. The question must
answer itself.
Q. Will the conference leaders
encourage the formation of a "third
force" in world politics.
A. No.
Q. What is your reaction to the
criticism of Secretary of State
John Foster Dulles that the fivepower 
communique on the conference 
was a "somewhat ambiguous
document?"
A. I have personally not seen
any "ambiguity" in the Boger communique. 


Washington Correspondent,
Atlanta Daily World and
NNPA News Service
At the Indian Embassy the other 
day Miss Satyawanti Khemani
daughter of S. P. Khemand, an
attache, Information Service of India, 
was married according to Hindu 
rites to Virender Tyagi, an employee 
of the India Supply Mission.
Over 300 guests, both American
and Indian, attended the wedding.
Several members of the diplomatic
corps, including the Ambassadors
of Indonesia and Ceylon, were
present as well as State Department 
officials.
The ceremony was conducted M.
S. Sundaram, cultural counsellor
of the embassy, according to the
Vedic rites (the most ancinet sacred 
literature of the Hindus) with
the chanting of Sanskrit hymns
and other ritual formalities.
S. S. Fletcher called to say he is
still very much alive. In recounting 
the history of the De Priest
Fifteen, a stag club, I referred to
him as the late S. S. Fletcher.
Mr. Fletcher is a member emeritus 
of the club named in honor of
Oscar De Priest, the first colored
person to come to Congress since
the Reconstruction era. He is still
selling real estate for the Capital
View Realty Company, for whom
he has been a salesman for thirtyone 
years.
Mr. Fletcher said he first got
Mr. De Priest to come in from
Chicago to speak for the Capital
View Baptist Church, of which he
is a member. The crowd wanting
to see and hear De Priest was so
big that the police had to be called
to hold them back.
Later, he said he gave two dinners 
for DePriest and Capt. Gibson 
the first colored captain in the
Fire Department, entertained the
Conressman once at his home. After 
that the De Priest Fifteen was
oranibed and has been going ever
since.
Capt. Gibson is ill. So is Dr.
Emmett J. Scott, former secretary
treasurer of Howard University
Jessie D. Mitchell, president of the
Industrial Bank of Washinton, is
reported critically ill.
Drew Pearson the syndicated columnist 
will be the principal speaker 
at the annual banquet of the
Student Council of the Howard
University Medical School honoring 
two members of the faculty selected 
by the senior class for outstanding 
services to students in
teaching.
Atea was given at the Veterans
Memorial Branch YWCA in Arlington 
(Virginia), Sunday afternoon, 
in honor of Miss Hermeles O.
Jones, former associate secretary of
the branch.
The committee that arranged the
tea consisted of Mrs. Annie P.
Belcher, Mrs. Marion T. Hightower 
Mrs. Katherine Young, Mrs.
Hattie Hopkins. Mrs. Lola Nicholas 
and Mrs. Elva Belcher.
Dr. Edwin B Henderson, retired 
head of the department of physical 
education of the former colored 
public schools of the District of
Columbia, writes from Mexico
where he and his wife are vacationing: 

"No race problem, American money 
goes far. People have a glorious 
history. Spent a week at this

resort, Acapulca. Every day swimming 
in the Pacific from this beach,
a few minutes from my hotel. From
one of these boats you see (on a
postcard,) I go fishing. I had dinner 
with Dr. Shephannsky, labor
attache of the U. S. Embassy, last
night."
On the key vote on the motion of
Representative Daniel A. Reed, Republican, 
of New York, to send
back to committee the bill extending 
for another year existing corporation 
and excise taxes with instructions 
to strike the $20 income
tax reduction for each taxpayer
and each dependent—rejected by a
vote of 205 to 210—Representatives
William L. Dawson of Illinois,
Charles C. Diggs of Michigan and
Adam Clayton Powell of New York,
all Democrats, voted "nay."
Under permission given by the
House to extend his remarks, Diggs
inserted in the appendix of the
Congressional Record a piece on
"Brotherhood Week" Extension of
remarks permits a Congressman to
put into the Congressional Record
a speech he didn't deliver on the
House floor or other matter that is
not too lengthy or does not reflect
on another member of Congress.
WASHINGTON, D. C. —(NNPA)
The purpose of the Asian-African,
a meeting of yellow, brown and
black peoples from thirty independent 
nations, is to remove tensions
and help Asian and African nations 
to develop, according to Sir
John Kotelawals, the Prime Minister 
of Ceylon.
The conference, to which invitations 
were not extended to any of
the white nations, will be held in
Indonesia in April. The five sponsoring 
powers are India Pakistan,
Ceylon, Burma and Indonesia.
They agreed at a preliminary
meeting in Jakarta, the capital of
Indnesia, in December that the
talks will range over various problems 
"of special interest to Adrian
and African peoples, such as problems 
affecting national sovereignty, 
racialism, and colonialism."
One of the chiefs of state who
have accepted a bid for a delegation 
from Communist China to attend 
is Premier Chou En-lai. His
acceptance has caused speculation
among Western powers as to whether 
he will seek to dominate the
conference.
In a written reply to a series of
questions concerning the conference
Premier Kotewala said:
Q. What, in your opinion, are
the major objectives of the AfroAsian 
Conference?
A. The major objectives of the
Afro-Asian Conference have been
set out in the joint communique
issued by the five Prime Ministers
after the Bogor meeting They are:
(a). To promote goodwill and
cooperation among the nations of
Asia and Africa, to explore and advance 
their mutual as well as common 
interests and to establish and
further friendliness and neighborly 
relations.
(b). To consider social, economic
and cultural problems and relations
of the countries represented.
(c). To consider problems of special 
interest to Asian and African
peoples, e. g., problems affecting
national sovereignty and of racialism 
and colonialism.
(d) To view the position of Asia
and Africa and their peoples in the

world of today and the contribution 
they can make to the promotion 
of world peace and cooperation.
Q. Do you expect the conference
to take action on the issues of coexistence? 
If so what?
A. I regret that I am unable to
anticipate the agenda of the AfroAsian 
Conference. It was decided
at the Boger meeting that the agenda 
and the procedure to be adopted 
at the Conference, should be left
for decision by the Conference itself. 

Q. Is there any reason to believe
the Peoples Republic of China will
use the conference simply to strengthen 
the role of Communism in
Asia.
A. I do not see reason for any
reason for this belief. China will
be only one out of thirty countries
that will be attending can be trusted 
to look after themselves.
Q. What do you envisage the
conference can do to ease world
tensions particularly those between
Moscow and Washington?
A. Peace and good international
relations are the objects of the
Conference and, that being so, the
Conference will no doubt do its
best to ease world tensions Moscow 
and Washington must realize
that them are others too in the
world and that the main concern
of these others is peace.
Q. What "common denominators" 
can be expected to unify the
invited nations?
A. The nations that will assemble 
for the Afro-Asian Conference
are nations that have suffered in
the past and have a future to build
up.
Q. Is the conference fundamentally 
a search for political and international 
solidarity my the nonwhite 
races of the world.
A. Such an assumption will be
absurd.
Q. Why were the Arab nations
invited, but not Israel?
A. Because if Israel was invited,
the Arab nations would not have
come and that would have meant
several absenting themselves from
the Conference as against one—
Hobson's choice and regrettably
so.
Q. Why was Communist China
invited, but not Nationalist China?
A. Because there can be only one
China, and the one that had obviously 
to be invited is being invited. 

Q. Why were Vietnam and Vietminh 
invited, but the Republic of
Korea not invited?
A. Because Korea insists on being 
one and there is no unified Korea 
yet. Vietnam and Vietminh are
at the moment two distinct entitles. 

Q. What will prevent the conference 
from developing into an alignment 
against the rest of the free
world under pro-Communist slogans
of anti-colonialism and anti-imperialism? 

A. This question would seem to
assume that if anyone spoke of anti-colonialism 
and anti-imperialism
he must be counted as a supporter
of Comunism. The question must
answer itself.
Q. Will the conference leaders
encourage the formation of a "third
force" in world politics.
A. No.
Q. What is your reaction to the
criticism of Secretary of State
John Foster Dulles that the fivepower 
communique on the conference 
was a "somewhat ambiguous
document?"
A. I have personally not seen
any "ambiguity" in the Boger communique. 


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

Yes, this is the Lenten season.
Therefore, until the dawn of Easter 
may we sit at the foot of the
cross as watchers, as listeners.
We cannot sit at the foot of the
cross, looking and listening, without 
thinking.
We are sitting at the foot of the
cross, Calvary, the world's foulest
spot, and et the world's most hallowed 
spot..... on a black Friday...
yet the world's good Friday.
At the cross our burdens are laid
down. The long road ends. Sins
are forgiven. And the heavens are
opened.
The Son of God, the Son of the
the open air and sunshine, carrying
His heavy burden: despised and rejected.. 
misunderstood and scorned... 
lonely and sorrowful, moved
into the depths of the shadows.
There in the shadows they
stretched Jesus out on a crosspiece. 
Hammered huge nails through
His palms and feet. Raised the
cross beams. And with a sickening
thud dropped the foot of the cross
into an open hole.
On either side, suspended on
crosses were two men, whose looks
revealed their past characters. The
fear of death was on their faces.
Their curses pierced the air. Behold 
the central cross!
There we have the looks of innocence 
and patience. He speaks
strange words. The strangeness of
it all baffles the human mind. What
happens?
The man, Jesus, on the central
cross prays for His murderens. His
own nation, and all generations.
Jesus, "turning from the tapestry
of faces," murmured to the sky. His
murmurings were the first spoken
words on the cross: "Father, forgive
them; for they know not what they
do." They didn't know.
So often our foces assailus. They
know not what they do. Had they
known they would not have crucified 
the prince of peace. So often
we are guilty. So often our words
are like nails driven into our fellow
creatures.
As we sit at the cross may we
realize that we may be forgiven.
We may be restored into the fellowship 
and friendship of God through
Christ Jesus. Then he will walk
with us and talk with us, and cause
us to realize that we are Gcd's
own. God will treat us as though
we have never sinned. He will walk
with our failures as if we had never
failed.
As God forgives us may we forgive 
others. May we be able to

say: "The mercy I to others show,
that mercy show to me."
"Lord, have mercy upon us and
forgive us," we cry as we sit at the
foot of the cross... Beholding Him
die like a God that He was... with
a prayer of forgiveness for others...
We weep bitterly and repent our
folly.

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Case Of Two
Before Court
For Review
The United States Supreme
Court Monday agreed to review
the conviction and death sentences
of Clifton Alton Poret and Edgar
Labat for the aggravated assault
of Miss Helen Rajek, a white telephone 
operator, in New Orleans,
Nov. 12, 1950.
Both Poret and Labat are residents 
of New Orleans and were
convicted in Orleans Parish (County) 
court. Their convictions were
upheld by the Louisiana Supreme
Court.
Labat was arrested a few days
after the alleged crime. Poret was
not arrested until almost two
years later. The two men were
found guilty February 27, 1953.
The two men contend that they
were denied a fair trial because
colored persons were systematically 
excluded from the grand jury
which indicted them. This is the
second case involving the exclusion 
of colored persons from grand
ury uty in New Orleans which
the Supreme Court has agreed to
review.

Racial Interests
Honor Priest For
Bias Fight
A
Catholic priest who carried his fight
against racial intolerance directly
to the people last week was honored
by the Men's Club of Congregation
Beth Elohim here.
Tennessee State represented District 
29 in 1953 and 1954.

Two Negro Players
On Augusta Roster;
To Report March 15
Two Negro
prospects are slated to report to
the Augusta Baseball Club training 
camp at Lakeland, Fla., on
March 15, Wycliffe N. Morton and
Art Williams.
Williams who played for Idaho
Falls in the Class C Pioneer League 
last year, is unsigned.
Morton, rookie outfielder, was
assigned to Augusta, of the South
Atlantic League, by the Detroit
Tigers.
A veteran with two years in the
United States Coast Guard, Morton 
is a freshman at Howard University, 
Washington, D. C. While
in the Coach Guard  hit .368 and
350.