Memphis World Memphis World Publishing Co. 1952-09-30 James H. Purdy, Jr. by ELSIE MACK Copyright 1952, by Elsie Mack. Distributed by king Features Syndicate. Nance and young Doctor Jeremy Ireland are about to be married in the small town of Thurstonia when beautiful, wealthy, calculating Eve Romley comes into their lives. She has returned to this small hamlet to seek revenge on the Ireland family. Once briefly in childhood they had adopted her but because of her vicious little ways, had returned her to an orphanage. She conspires now to meet their ton, the doctor, begs his help in the matter of finding new friends, since she means to live permanently in Thurstonia. JEREMY took out his pipe, cupped its cool bowl in his palm and looked at Eve. "Are you going to live in Thurstonia?" "Yea, if I can find a house." "To buy, you mean?" She nodded. "I don't suppose there's the remotest chance of renting one." He agreed, and she said buying was more permanent, anyway. So she was planning to stay, he, thought. "Why Thurstonia?" he asked curiously. "If you don't know anyone in town . . ." "Everyone has to live somewhere," she told him. "Now don't tell me you stabbed a pin in a map!" She laughed "No." "You aren't, by any chance a registered nurse?" She shook her head, and he said, "We're shortstaffed at the hospital. It's the same in hospitals all over the country, I suppose. Young women these days don't see the Nightingale lamp for the bedpan." "'I'm not a nurse." He waited for her to volunteer something about herself, to offer some clue to her being here in this hotel room. She didn't, and he found himself cataloguing detachedly the items of her breathtaking beauty. Blue eyes fringed with incredibly long lashes. A straight little hose. A smooth, full mouth . . . Abruptly, he got up. She asked quickly, "You're not angry with me?" "Of course not." "Then you'll help me get acquainted in town?" "It you like." "And find me a house?" "You'd better get yourself a real estate man," he began, then said shortly, "All right." "When?" Eve insisted. "Now? This evening?" No, not this evening, he thought grimly, irked by the steam-roller tactics. But he heard himself saying. "My car is downstairs. If you like, we'll drive you around town." "We?" "My fiancée is waiting for me in the car." Eve gave an amused little laugh. "Does she carry a stop watch?" The mockery stayed in her eyes as she turned towards the bedroom. When she came out, she had on fresh lipstick and a hat "I have an open car," he said dubiously, shrugging at the wide-brimmed hat. She took it off. "Then I'll just tie something around my hair." This time, she came out of the bedroom knotting a filmy scarf under her chin. Worn that way, it made her a Madonna, or a child. Yet her mouth was not the mouth of a child, Jeremy thought, and no Madonna ever had that look in her eyes. "Oh, lord," he groaned going down in the elevator, "I left my bag." "I'll wait here," Eve said in the lobby, "while you go up for it." Her eyes were laughing at him again as she gave him her room key, and Jeremy, feeling like a fool, strode over to the elevator. When he came down, she was gone. He was relieved and at the same time disappointed. This capricious seesaw between anger and amusement, exasperation and laughter had started the minute, he'd walked into Eve Romley's room. He went out to the car. Eve was lounging on the car door talking with Nance. She turned to him, held out her hand for her key. "We've introduced ourselves," she told him. Grimly, Jeremy helped her in beside Nance and shut the door. Undoubtedly, Eve already had played havoc with the reason for his return to her room. In that amused drawl of hers, she'd make quite a thing of it. And Nance, with her jibes at sultry-eyed minxes! . . . Oh, well, he thought as he climbed in behind the wheel. Unreasonably his flare-up of irritation slashed out at Nance. What right had she to assume, just because he'd idiotically left his bag in Eve's room, that ? Jeremy's anger suddenly dissolved. Nance was too sensible to put wrong faces on things. Much too sensible. They turned off the downtown main street into the residential section. Eve was saying to Nance, "You've lived here all your life, I. suppose?" "Almost" "I envy you, having a Home Town." "Haven't you?" "No." "I thought everyone had," Nance said pleasantly. Eve stared straight ahead and said nothing. "Miss Romley is going to buy a house, Nance," Jeremy said. "Oh, call me Eve — both of you, please?" "Of course," Nance said in her clear, happy voice. "And it must be Nance and Jeremy, if we're going to be friends. Eve told me," she said, turning to Jeremy, "about the sore-throat stratagem. Wasn't it clever of her?" "Extremely clever," Jeremy conceded dryly. "I wonder, if she'd picked Carlton, if he'd have found it amusing?" Nance's laughter was gay. "Andrew Carlton," she explained to Eve. "Chief of staff at the hospital. Grim, stomach ulcers, and absolutely no sense of humor! He'd have sprayed you with some obnoxious stuff and consigned you to bed for a week for wasting his time!" "His valuable time." Jeremy grinned. "Isn't your time valuable?" Eye asked Jeremy. "Of course it is," Nance said quickly. "Only, Jeremy has a sense of humor." "And," Eve murmured, "no ulcers?" They laughed as the car went over a bridge. Eve turned back to look down. She remarked, "I remember the river." "Oh, you've lived here before?" Nance asked in surprise. "One summer, a long time ago." The words were nostalgic, but not the inflection. It was curt. "I almost drowned, once, in the river." "How awful!" Eve shrugged. "It was my own fault. I felt the whole world was against me. 1 decided I'd make everyone sorry they'd been mean to me, so I jumped in the river. Then, suddenly, I Knew no one really cared what happened to me, anyway. The only person I was hurting was myself. So I smarted to scream. A man was fishing on the bank. He swam out and got me. Everyone thought it was an accident." "But you might have —" Eve nodded carelessly. "Drowned." She didn't flinch from the word. "Yes, I might have. It was right after that I left Thurstonia. I've never been back, until now." SYNOPSIS by ELSIE MACK Copyright 1952, by Elsie Mack. Distributed by king Features Syndicate. Nance and young Doctor Jeremy Ireland are about to be married in the small town of Thurstonia when beautiful, wealthy, calculating Eve Romley comes into their lives. She has returned to this small hamlet to seek revenge on the Ireland family. Once briefly in childhood they had adopted her but because of her vicious little ways, had returned her to an orphanage. She conspires now to meet their ton, the doctor, begs his help in the matter of finding new friends, since she means to live permanently in Thurstonia. JEREMY took out his pipe, cupped its cool bowl in his palm and looked at Eve. "Are you going to live in Thurstonia?" "Yea, if I can find a house." "To buy, you mean?" She nodded. "I don't suppose there's the remotest chance of renting one." He agreed, and she said buying was more permanent, anyway. So she was planning to stay, he, thought. "Why Thurstonia?" he asked curiously. "If you don't know anyone in town . . ." "Everyone has to live somewhere," she told him. "Now don't tell me you stabbed a pin in a map!" She laughed "No." "You aren't, by any chance a registered nurse?" She shook her head, and he said, "We're shortstaffed at the hospital. It's the same in hospitals all over the country, I suppose. Young women these days don't see the Nightingale lamp for the bedpan." "'I'm not a nurse." He waited for her to volunteer something about herself, to offer some clue to her being here in this hotel room. She didn't, and he found himself cataloguing detachedly the items of her breathtaking beauty. Blue eyes fringed with incredibly long lashes. A straight little hose. A smooth, full mouth . . . Abruptly, he got up. She asked quickly, "You're not angry with me?" "Of course not." "Then you'll help me get acquainted in town?" "It you like." "And find me a house?" "You'd better get yourself a real estate man," he began, then said shortly, "All right." "When?" Eve insisted. "Now? This evening?" No, not this evening, he thought grimly, irked by the steam-roller tactics. But he heard himself saying. "My car is downstairs. If you like, we'll drive you around town." "We?" "My fiancée is waiting for me in the car." Eve gave an amused little laugh. "Does she carry a stop watch?" The mockery stayed in her eyes as she turned towards the bedroom. When she came out, she had on fresh lipstick and a hat "I have an open car," he said dubiously, shrugging at the wide-brimmed hat. She took it off. "Then I'll just tie something around my hair." This time, she came out of the bedroom knotting a filmy scarf under her chin. Worn that way, it made her a Madonna, or a child. Yet her mouth was not the mouth of a child, Jeremy thought, and no Madonna ever had that look in her eyes. "Oh, lord," he groaned going down in the elevator, "I left my bag." "I'll wait here," Eve said in the lobby, "while you go up for it." Her eyes were laughing at him again as she gave him her room key, and Jeremy, feeling like a fool, strode over to the elevator. When he came down, she was gone. He was relieved and at the same time disappointed. This capricious seesaw between anger and amusement, exasperation and laughter had started the minute, he'd walked into Eve Romley's room. He went out to the car. Eve was lounging on the car door talking with Nance. She turned to him, held out her hand for her key. "We've introduced ourselves," she told him. Grimly, Jeremy helped her in beside Nance and shut the door. Undoubtedly, Eve already had played havoc with the reason for his return to her room. In that amused drawl of hers, she'd make quite a thing of it. And Nance, with her jibes at sultry-eyed minxes! . . . Oh, well, he thought as he climbed in behind the wheel. Unreasonably his flare-up of irritation slashed out at Nance. What right had she to assume, just because he'd idiotically left his bag in Eve's room, that ? Jeremy's anger suddenly dissolved. Nance was too sensible to put wrong faces on things. Much too sensible. They turned off the downtown main street into the residential section. Eve was saying to Nance, "You've lived here all your life, I. suppose?" "Almost" "I envy you, having a Home Town." "Haven't you?" "No." "I thought everyone had," Nance said pleasantly. Eve stared straight ahead and said nothing. "Miss Romley is going to buy a house, Nance," Jeremy said. "Oh, call me Eve — both of you, please?" "Of course," Nance said in her clear, happy voice. "And it must be Nance and Jeremy, if we're going to be friends. Eve told me," she said, turning to Jeremy, "about the sore-throat stratagem. Wasn't it clever of her?" "Extremely clever," Jeremy conceded dryly. "I wonder, if she'd picked Carlton, if he'd have found it amusing?" Nance's laughter was gay. "Andrew Carlton," she explained to Eve. "Chief of staff at the hospital. Grim, stomach ulcers, and absolutely no sense of humor! He'd have sprayed you with some obnoxious stuff and consigned you to bed for a week for wasting his time!" "His valuable time." Jeremy grinned. "Isn't your time valuable?" Eye asked Jeremy. "Of course it is," Nance said quickly. "Only, Jeremy has a sense of humor." "And," Eve murmured, "no ulcers?" They laughed as the car went over a bridge. Eve turned back to look down. She remarked, "I remember the river." "Oh, you've lived here before?" Nance asked in surprise. "One summer, a long time ago." The words were nostalgic, but not the inflection. It was curt. "I almost drowned, once, in the river." "How awful!" Eve shrugged. "It was my own fault. I felt the whole world was against me. 1 decided I'd make everyone sorry they'd been mean to me, so I jumped in the river. Then, suddenly, I Knew no one really cared what happened to me, anyway. The only person I was hurting was myself. So I smarted to scream. A man was fishing on the bank. He swam out and got me. Everyone thought it was an accident." "But you might have —" Eve nodded carelessly. "Drowned." She didn't flinch from the word. "Yes, I might have. It was right after that I left Thurstonia. I've never been back, until now." CHAPTER SEVEN by ELSIE MACK Copyright 1952, by Elsie Mack. Distributed by king Features Syndicate. Nance and young Doctor Jeremy Ireland are about to be married in the small town of Thurstonia when beautiful, wealthy, calculating Eve Romley comes into their lives. She has returned to this small hamlet to seek revenge on the Ireland family. Once briefly in childhood they had adopted her but because of her vicious little ways, had returned her to an orphanage. She conspires now to meet their ton, the doctor, begs his help in the matter of finding new friends, since she means to live permanently in Thurstonia. JEREMY took out his pipe, cupped its cool bowl in his palm and looked at Eve. "Are you going to live in Thurstonia?" "Yea, if I can find a house." "To buy, you mean?" She nodded. "I don't suppose there's the remotest chance of renting one." He agreed, and she said buying was more permanent, anyway. So she was planning to stay, he, thought. "Why Thurstonia?" he asked curiously. "If you don't know anyone in town . . ." "Everyone has to live somewhere," she told him. "Now don't tell me you stabbed a pin in a map!" She laughed "No." "You aren't, by any chance a registered nurse?" She shook her head, and he said, "We're shortstaffed at the hospital. It's the same in hospitals all over the country, I suppose. Young women these days don't see the Nightingale lamp for the bedpan." "'I'm not a nurse." He waited for her to volunteer something about herself, to offer some clue to her being here in this hotel room. She didn't, and he found himself cataloguing detachedly the items of her breathtaking beauty. Blue eyes fringed with incredibly long lashes. A straight little hose. A smooth, full mouth . . . Abruptly, he got up. She asked quickly, "You're not angry with me?" "Of course not." "Then you'll help me get acquainted in town?" "It you like." "And find me a house?" "You'd better get yourself a real estate man," he began, then said shortly, "All right." "When?" Eve insisted. "Now? This evening?" No, not this evening, he thought grimly, irked by the steam-roller tactics. But he heard himself saying. "My car is downstairs. If you like, we'll drive you around town." "We?" "My fiancée is waiting for me in the car." Eve gave an amused little laugh. "Does she carry a stop watch?" The mockery stayed in her eyes as she turned towards the bedroom. When she came out, she had on fresh lipstick and a hat "I have an open car," he said dubiously, shrugging at the wide-brimmed hat. She took it off. "Then I'll just tie something around my hair." This time, she came out of the bedroom knotting a filmy scarf under her chin. Worn that way, it made her a Madonna, or a child. Yet her mouth was not the mouth of a child, Jeremy thought, and no Madonna ever had that look in her eyes. "Oh, lord," he groaned going down in the elevator, "I left my bag." "I'll wait here," Eve said in the lobby, "while you go up for it." Her eyes were laughing at him again as she gave him her room key, and Jeremy, feeling like a fool, strode over to the elevator. When he came down, she was gone. He was relieved and at the same time disappointed. This capricious seesaw between anger and amusement, exasperation and laughter had started the minute, he'd walked into Eve Romley's room. He went out to the car. Eve was lounging on the car door talking with Nance. She turned to him, held out her hand for her key. "We've introduced ourselves," she told him. Grimly, Jeremy helped her in beside Nance and shut the door. Undoubtedly, Eve already had played havoc with the reason for his return to her room. In that amused drawl of hers, she'd make quite a thing of it. And Nance, with her jibes at sultry-eyed minxes! . . . Oh, well, he thought as he climbed in behind the wheel. Unreasonably his flare-up of irritation slashed out at Nance. What right had she to assume, just because he'd idiotically left his bag in Eve's room, that ? Jeremy's anger suddenly dissolved. Nance was too sensible to put wrong faces on things. Much too sensible. They turned off the downtown main street into the residential section. Eve was saying to Nance, "You've lived here all your life, I. suppose?" "Almost" "I envy you, having a Home Town." "Haven't you?" "No." "I thought everyone had," Nance said pleasantly. Eve stared straight ahead and said nothing. "Miss Romley is going to buy a house, Nance," Jeremy said. "Oh, call me Eve — both of you, please?" "Of course," Nance said in her clear, happy voice. "And it must be Nance and Jeremy, if we're going to be friends. Eve told me," she said, turning to Jeremy, "about the sore-throat stratagem. Wasn't it clever of her?" "Extremely clever," Jeremy conceded dryly. "I wonder, if she'd picked Carlton, if he'd have found it amusing?" Nance's laughter was gay. "Andrew Carlton," she explained to Eve. "Chief of staff at the hospital. Grim, stomach ulcers, and absolutely no sense of humor! He'd have sprayed you with some obnoxious stuff and consigned you to bed for a week for wasting his time!" "His valuable time." Jeremy grinned. "Isn't your time valuable?" Eye asked Jeremy. "Of course it is," Nance said quickly. "Only, Jeremy has a sense of humor." "And," Eve murmured, "no ulcers?" They laughed as the car went over a bridge. Eve turned back to look down. She remarked, "I remember the river." "Oh, you've lived here before?" Nance asked in surprise. "One summer, a long time ago." The words were nostalgic, but not the inflection. It was curt. "I almost drowned, once, in the river." "How awful!" Eve shrugged. "It was my own fault. I felt the whole world was against me. 1 decided I'd make everyone sorry they'd been mean to me, so I jumped in the river. Then, suddenly, I Knew no one really cared what happened to me, anyway. The only person I was hurting was myself. So I smarted to scream. A man was fishing on the bank. He swam out and got me. Everyone thought it was an accident." "But you might have —" Eve nodded carelessly. "Drowned." She didn't flinch from the word. "Yes, I might have. It was right after that I left Thurstonia. I've never been back, until now." Are YOU in a Blind Alley Job? Many of us do not realize that we are in a blind-alley job. Take the case of George W. Reed. He held a highlyrespected position, head of the Business Department of West Virginia State College. But he looked ahead 10 years, 20 years. He saw himself, older, grayer —but very little farther ahead. Then George W. Reed heard of a Wonderful opportunity. The insurance business was a growing business, where a man with ambition could grow WITH the business. He investigated and chose a sound, fast-growing company. And George Reed left his position at West. Virginia State College and joined the Supreme Liberty Life, insurance Company as an agent. That was twenty years ago. In that time, Mr. Reed moved from agent to agency manager — in Cincinnati, in Dayton, Ohio, in Wayne County, Michigan, where he built his agency into the largest ordinary district in the Supreme Liberty group. In 1941, he went after a distinction that no other Negro had ever received. And in only two years he completed a course that usually takes four or five years, and received the Chartered Life Underwriter's citation from the American College of Life Underwriters. Today, Mr. Reed is Educational Director and Ordinary Supervisor of the Supreme Liberty Life Insurance Company. Where do YOU want to be two years from now? Five years from now—or ten? Still in the same job? Still in the same community? Or do YOU want to push ahead as George Reed did? Do you want a whole new world of opportunity on a new job in fast-growing business? In a new community, perhaps, where you can carve out a whole new life for yourself and your family! Right now, highly profitable posttions are waiting for you —in the north, and east and west. You start right out at $2,400.00 — $3,500.00, $4,800.00 and up. Why not find out about it! Find out how YOU can step into big success. Just send in the coupon, that's all. There's no obligation. Don't miss out. Write TODAY! Agency, Supreme Liberty Life Insurance Company 3501 South Partway, Chicago 15, Illinois Please send me information on your opportunities. Name . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Address. . . . . . . . . . . . . City. . . . .Zone. . .State. . . . Age. . . . .Present Occupation. . . . THE OPPORTUNITY Many of us do not realize that we are in a blind-alley job. Take the case of George W. Reed. He held a highlyrespected position, head of the Business Department of West Virginia State College. But he looked ahead 10 years, 20 years. He saw himself, older, grayer —but very little farther ahead. Then George W. Reed heard of a Wonderful opportunity. The insurance business was a growing business, where a man with ambition could grow WITH the business. He investigated and chose a sound, fast-growing company. And George Reed left his position at West. Virginia State College and joined the Supreme Liberty Life, insurance Company as an agent. That was twenty years ago. In that time, Mr. Reed moved from agent to agency manager — in Cincinnati, in Dayton, Ohio, in Wayne County, Michigan, where he built his agency into the largest ordinary district in the Supreme Liberty group. In 1941, he went after a distinction that no other Negro had ever received. And in only two years he completed a course that usually takes four or five years, and received the Chartered Life Underwriter's citation from the American College of Life Underwriters. Today, Mr. Reed is Educational Director and Ordinary Supervisor of the Supreme Liberty Life Insurance Company. Where do YOU want to be two years from now? Five years from now—or ten? Still in the same job? Still in the same community? Or do YOU want to push ahead as George Reed did? Do you want a whole new world of opportunity on a new job in fast-growing business? In a new community, perhaps, where you can carve out a whole new life for yourself and your family! Right now, highly profitable posttions are waiting for you —in the north, and east and west. You start right out at $2,400.00 — $3,500.00, $4,800.00 and up. Why not find out about it! Find out how YOU can step into big success. Just send in the coupon, that's all. There's no obligation. Don't miss out. Write TODAY! Agency, Supreme Liberty Life Insurance Company 3501 South Partway, Chicago 15, Illinois Please send me information on your opportunities. Name . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Address. . . . . . . . . . . . . City. . . . .Zone. . .State. . . . Age. . . . .Present Occupation. . . . SUCCESS! Many of us do not realize that we are in a blind-alley job. Take the case of George W. Reed. He held a highlyrespected position, head of the Business Department of West Virginia State College. But he looked ahead 10 years, 20 years. He saw himself, older, grayer —but very little farther ahead. Then George W. Reed heard of a Wonderful opportunity. The insurance business was a growing business, where a man with ambition could grow WITH the business. He investigated and chose a sound, fast-growing company. And George Reed left his position at West. Virginia State College and joined the Supreme Liberty Life, insurance Company as an agent. That was twenty years ago. In that time, Mr. Reed moved from agent to agency manager — in Cincinnati, in Dayton, Ohio, in Wayne County, Michigan, where he built his agency into the largest ordinary district in the Supreme Liberty group. In 1941, he went after a distinction that no other Negro had ever received. And in only two years he completed a course that usually takes four or five years, and received the Chartered Life Underwriter's citation from the American College of Life Underwriters. Today, Mr. Reed is Educational Director and Ordinary Supervisor of the Supreme Liberty Life Insurance Company. Where do YOU want to be two years from now? Five years from now—or ten? Still in the same job? Still in the same community? Or do YOU want to push ahead as George Reed did? Do you want a whole new world of opportunity on a new job in fast-growing business? In a new community, perhaps, where you can carve out a whole new life for yourself and your family! Right now, highly profitable posttions are waiting for you —in the north, and east and west. You start right out at $2,400.00 — $3,500.00, $4,800.00 and up. Why not find out about it! Find out how YOU can step into big success. Just send in the coupon, that's all. There's no obligation. Don't miss out. Write TODAY! Agency, Supreme Liberty Life Insurance Company 3501 South Partway, Chicago 15, Illinois Please send me information on your opportunities. Name . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Address. . . . . . . . . . . . . City. . . . .Zone. . .State. . . . Age. . . . .Present Occupation. . . . WHAT ABOUT YOU? Many of us do not realize that we are in a blind-alley job. Take the case of George W. Reed. He held a highlyrespected position, head of the Business Department of West Virginia State College. But he looked ahead 10 years, 20 years. He saw himself, older, grayer —but very little farther ahead. Then George W. Reed heard of a Wonderful opportunity. The insurance business was a growing business, where a man with ambition could grow WITH the business. He investigated and chose a sound, fast-growing company. And George Reed left his position at West. Virginia State College and joined the Supreme Liberty Life, insurance Company as an agent. That was twenty years ago. In that time, Mr. Reed moved from agent to agency manager — in Cincinnati, in Dayton, Ohio, in Wayne County, Michigan, where he built his agency into the largest ordinary district in the Supreme Liberty group. In 1941, he went after a distinction that no other Negro had ever received. And in only two years he completed a course that usually takes four or five years, and received the Chartered Life Underwriter's citation from the American College of Life Underwriters. Today, Mr. Reed is Educational Director and Ordinary Supervisor of the Supreme Liberty Life Insurance Company. Where do YOU want to be two years from now? Five years from now—or ten? Still in the same job? Still in the same community? Or do YOU want to push ahead as George Reed did? Do you want a whole new world of opportunity on a new job in fast-growing business? In a new community, perhaps, where you can carve out a whole new life for yourself and your family! Right now, highly profitable posttions are waiting for you —in the north, and east and west. You start right out at $2,400.00 — $3,500.00, $4,800.00 and up. Why not find out about it! Find out how YOU can step into big success. Just send in the coupon, that's all. There's no obligation. Don't miss out. Write TODAY! Agency, Supreme Liberty Life Insurance Company 3501 South Partway, Chicago 15, Illinois Please send me information on your opportunities. Name . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Address. . . . . . . . . . . . . City. . . . .Zone. . .State. . . . Age. . . . .Present Occupation. . . . YOUR OPPORTUNITY Many of us do not realize that we are in a blind-alley job. Take the case of George W. Reed. He held a highlyrespected position, head of the Business Department of West Virginia State College. But he looked ahead 10 years, 20 years. He saw himself, older, grayer —but very little farther ahead. Then George W. Reed heard of a Wonderful opportunity. The insurance business was a growing business, where a man with ambition could grow WITH the business. He investigated and chose a sound, fast-growing company. And George Reed left his position at West. Virginia State College and joined the Supreme Liberty Life, insurance Company as an agent. That was twenty years ago. In that time, Mr. Reed moved from agent to agency manager — in Cincinnati, in Dayton, Ohio, in Wayne County, Michigan, where he built his agency into the largest ordinary district in the Supreme Liberty group. In 1941, he went after a distinction that no other Negro had ever received. And in only two years he completed a course that usually takes four or five years, and received the Chartered Life Underwriter's citation from the American College of Life Underwriters. Today, Mr. Reed is Educational Director and Ordinary Supervisor of the Supreme Liberty Life Insurance Company. Where do YOU want to be two years from now? Five years from now—or ten? Still in the same job? Still in the same community? Or do YOU want to push ahead as George Reed did? Do you want a whole new world of opportunity on a new job in fast-growing business? In a new community, perhaps, where you can carve out a whole new life for yourself and your family! Right now, highly profitable posttions are waiting for you —in the north, and east and west. You start right out at $2,400.00 — $3,500.00, $4,800.00 and up. Why not find out about it! Find out how YOU can step into big success. Just send in the coupon, that's all. There's no obligation. Don't miss out. Write TODAY! Agency, Supreme Liberty Life Insurance Company 3501 South Partway, Chicago 15, Illinois Please send me information on your opportunities. Name . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Address. . . . . . . . . . . . . City. . . . .Zone. . .State. . . . Age. . . . .Present Occupation. . . . Allies Smash Chinese Unit Allied troops smashed a Chinese Communist attack on a Korean west front outpost Saturday after a fierce allnight battle. On the central front, Allied raiders surprised Chinese holding a hill west-northwest of Chorwon and "chopped them up" in savage hand-to-hand fighting before pulling back to their own lines. Allied war planes, taking advantage of clearing weather, pounded Communist supply areas and frontline positions. American Sabrejets sighted 22 Red MIG-15 Jets over northwest Korea. Six of the Sabrejets clashed with 12 of the Communist Jets but no damage claims were made. The assault on the west front outpost was made by two Chinese companies near bloody Kelly Hill and was crushed by Puerto Rican troops of the 65th Regiment with the aid of a Belgian battalion. Throughout the night a small unit of the Puerto Ricans flung back wave after wave of the screaming Chinese. When dawn broke the Belgians dashed to the aid of the. Puerto Ricans and the Reds pulled back. An Army spokesman said at least 70 Chinese were killed. It was at Kelly Hill, three miles to the northeast, that the Puerto Ricans suffered heavy casualties last week. Lewis Completes New Coal Contract John L. Lewis Saturday Completed a newwage contract with northern bi tuminous coal operators under which 200,000 miners will receive a $1.90 per day increase, effective October 1 Lewis announced agreement with the northern operators on major terms of a new contract last Saturday. However, he has been negotiating on details for the last week with Harry M. Moses, president of the Bituminous Coal Operators Association, representing northern producers. Last minute haggling over final details had raised the possibility of a coal strike next Wednesday. Sources close to the negotiations disclosed the contract has been completed and initiated by representatives of both sides. However, Moses declined to comment. Have 12 Rich Oils. Light, right for all types of hair. Makes hair look longer, silky, straighter Makes hair look, feel soft, easy to manage. Keeps hair looking neater, well groomed, glossy all day NELSON'S HAIR DRESSING OF HIGHEST QUALITY USE ONE AND ONLY IT'S LIGHT—IT'S RIGHT FOR EVERY TYPE Negro Educator Gets Top Position In D. C. Schools The Board of Education of the District of Columbia, yesterday, appointed Francis A. Gregory as permanent associate, superintendent in charge of Negro junior and vocational high schools. This move equalized the number of white and Negro associate superintendents. Gregory was appointed to this post last year but on a temporary basis. The permanent post was created by congress during the summer. The appointment was techni cally a probationary assignment for two years. Gregory, 44, is a graduate of Dunbar high school, Case Institute of Technology and Massachusetts Institute of Technology. He joined the school system in 1932 when he became a teacher at Armstrong high school. Later he served as principal of Phelps Vocational Hi School and principal of Armstrong. He is a native of Harrisburg, Pa, but has lived in Washington since he was nine years old, except for four years when he taught at the Agricultural and Technical Institute at Greensboro, N. C., and Tuskegee Institute. When Gregory takes over his new post he will find the school situation in the District of Columbia becoming more and more acute due to overcrowded conditions and lack of teachers. Schools opened with a total enrollment of 93,373 an increase of nearly 5,000 over last year. The total number of Negro registrations were 49,654 while white students numbered only 43,719. The overcrowding in the 170 school buildings necessitated the use of half-completed buildings, the conversion of shower rooms storerooms and teachers' rooms into class room use. At least a half-dozen classes in various sections of the city had to go on part-time basis. Robert R. Faulkner, newest member of the board of education called upon School Supt. Hobart M. Corning last week to make a complete survey of District School facilities to see if an answer could be found to the overcrowding condition, in existing, buildings. He suggested immediate relief might be possible through a different method of boundary fixing, use of abandoned schools and better use of space. The white board member implied that space is being wasted in the new Negro Spingarn high and Terrell Junior high schools. TIM TYLER By Lyman Young FELIX THE CAT By Sullivan DAUGHTER WATCHES AS FATHER FALLS VICTIM OF STABBING; Pleading for his life, a 38-yearold, man was stabbed fatally with a butcher knife early Saturday morning while his 16-year-old daughter looked on. Patrolman J H. Wallace and T. C. Kennon identified the victim as James Edward- Brown, of 118 Mildred St., S. W. who was pronounced "dead at the scene" in the vicinity of 693 Fair St., S. W., around 12:30 a. m. The victim, according to the pub lie report, had been stabbed twice, on the right arm and in the back, under the right shoulder. The motive was not listed. Officers. Wallace and Kennon reported that they, found the victim lying on the sidewalk arid summoned the Grady Hospital ambulance. By the time the ambulance arrived, his wife had also arrived on the scene. Although the victim's daughter was reportedly with him at the time of the stabbing and also pleaded with the perpetrator not to stab, him, police said they were unable to locate her during their investigation of the slaying. Patrolmen Wallace and Kennon quoted a witness as saying Brown ran across the street with the perpetrator right on his heels. When Brown fell, his assailant stabbed him in the back and ran. Officers Wallace and Kennon also quoted this witness as saying the perpetrator had previously gone in the kitchen of a nearby cafe and came out with a butcher knife. She later heard Brown yell to the perpetrator "not to do that,""the police said. NO MOTIVE LISTED Pleading for his life, a 38-yearold, man was stabbed fatally with a butcher knife early Saturday morning while his 16-year-old daughter looked on. Patrolman J H. Wallace and T. C. Kennon identified the victim as James Edward- Brown, of 118 Mildred St., S. W. who was pronounced "dead at the scene" in the vicinity of 693 Fair St., S. W., around 12:30 a. m. The victim, according to the pub lie report, had been stabbed twice, on the right arm and in the back, under the right shoulder. The motive was not listed. Officers. Wallace and Kennon reported that they, found the victim lying on the sidewalk arid summoned the Grady Hospital ambulance. By the time the ambulance arrived, his wife had also arrived on the scene. Although the victim's daughter was reportedly with him at the time of the stabbing and also pleaded with the perpetrator not to stab, him, police said they were unable to locate her during their investigation of the slaying. Patrolmen Wallace and Kennon quoted a witness as saying Brown ran across the street with the perpetrator right on his heels. When Brown fell, his assailant stabbed him in the back and ran. Officers Wallace and Kennon also quoted this witness as saying the perpetrator had previously gone in the kitchen of a nearby cafe and came out with a butcher knife. She later heard Brown yell to the perpetrator "not to do that,""the police said. RAN FROM PERPETRATOR Pleading for his life, a 38-yearold, man was stabbed fatally with a butcher knife early Saturday morning while his 16-year-old daughter looked on. Patrolman J H. Wallace and T. C. Kennon identified the victim as James Edward- Brown, of 118 Mildred St., S. W. who was pronounced "dead at the scene" in the vicinity of 693 Fair St., S. W., around 12:30 a. m. The victim, according to the pub lie report, had been stabbed twice, on the right arm and in the back, under the right shoulder. The motive was not listed. Officers. Wallace and Kennon reported that they, found the victim lying on the sidewalk arid summoned the Grady Hospital ambulance. By the time the ambulance arrived, his wife had also arrived on the scene. Although the victim's daughter was reportedly with him at the time of the stabbing and also pleaded with the perpetrator not to stab, him, police said they were unable to locate her during their investigation of the slaying. Patrolmen Wallace and Kennon quoted a witness as saying Brown ran across the street with the perpetrator right on his heels. When Brown fell, his assailant stabbed him in the back and ran. Officers Wallace and Kennon also quoted this witness as saying the perpetrator had previously gone in the kitchen of a nearby cafe and came out with a butcher knife. She later heard Brown yell to the perpetrator "not to do that,""the police said. WHEAT Wheat farmers of the nation have been advised by the government to cut their Fall plantings' of Spring wheat because of the large surplus now being held in wear houses. Does that tell-tale look on your face say change of life? A great many women Buffer "change of life" after forty. They tire easily, have "nerves" sleep poorly, are hard to live with. Their eyes and face get that "change" look. Cardui has helped thousands of women to lose that "change" look. Cardui acts to (1) improve appetite, (2) thus build, strength and resistance, (3) ease tension and nervousness — sleep better. Let triple-action Cardui help you feel better, look better and be your normal, cheerful self again. Get Cardui today. (Say: "card-you-eye"). CARDUI Paul Quinn vs. Bethune Cook man, Daytona Beach, Fla. Lane vs. Miss. Industrial. Howard vs. West Virginia State. Washington, D. C. A and T. College vs. Virginia Union, Greensboro, N. C. Lincoln (Pa.) vs. Upsala College Lincoln, Pa. Virginia State vs. Bluefield State Petersburg, Va. St. Augustine vs. Shaw Raleigh, N. C. Delaware Stale vs. Morgan State Dover, Del. Hampton vs. N. C. College, Hampton, Va. St. Paul vs. J. C. Smith, Lawrenceville, Va. Tennessee State vs. Langston, Nashville, Tenn. Grambling College vs. Grambline. La. Lincoln (Mo.) vs. Central State Jefferson city, Mo. Jackson College vs. Texas South era, Jackson, Miss. Southern vs. Alcorn A and M. Baton Rouge, La. Arkansas A and M vs. Wiley, Marshall, Texas. Bishop vs. Prairie View, Texas Sam Huston vs. Texas College Tyler, Texas. Albany State vs. Miles College, Birmingham, Alabama. Edward Waters vs. Florida Normal, Jacksonville, Florida. Eliazbeth City vs. Savannah State, Elizabeth City, N. C. Tougaloo vs. Philander Smith, Little Rock, Ark. Rust vs. Leland, Leland, La. Crackers Renew Pact With Braves Renewal of a working agreement with the Boston Braves for 1953 was announced Friday by Atlanta Crackers president Earl Mann. It will be the fourth straight season Atlanta has had an agreement with the National League Club. 8 IN FAMILY WITH POLIO; 1 DIES All eight of the Children of Mr. and Mrs. Frank Roger have been stricken with polio. Robert Eugene 11 their eldest. son died less than 24 hours after being Stricken, The other seven all in the isolation ward at a Scottsbluff (Neb) hospital are thought to be improving.