Memphis World
Memphis World Publishing Co.
1958-04-02
Thaddeus T. Stokes

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Taps For William Christopher Handy
When death chilled the brave heart of William Christopher
Handy at the ripe age of 84, it in nowise intercepted the trend
toward modern music and the tone that gave music another
vent, which he was able to stabilize.
Known as the "Father of the Blues," the famed composer
and bandmaster was felt in the age in which he lived, as one
not content with the status quo into which music would not succumb 
to a sleeping sickness, through which the wild spiritual
urge would be quenched.
Handy was a product of the deep South; having been born
at Florence, Alabama, he organized his first quartet in Birmingham, 
a neighboring city of manufacturing importance. From
this humble station, he sang his way to the Chicago Columbian
Exposition.
He was bandmaster with Mahara's Minstrels which toured
the United States, Mexico and Cuba.
Probably his fame will rest upon his creation of the Saint
Louis Blues, he will long be remembered as giving music another 
upswing; that reach that since has hurled it over into the
radio and television stage, giving the world those famed characters 
from mountain music producers on down time to Frank
Sinatra and Elvis Presley.
History will accord him a place rich in its profuse of heralding 
to the world great personalities who at times of lag and
inertia, gave it a shot in the arm.
As times marches on, it will pause on many an occasion
to catch new life, new tones and messages from the ceaseless
heart of William Christopher Handy.

Extending Unemployment Compensation
Although we have been opposed to the extension of unemployment 
compensation — beyond twenty-six weeks — it
seems that the nation's economic crisis is so acute that a temporary 
extension might be justified. We reluctantly admit it
might be necessary to take this step.
However, with hundreds of thousands of workers out of
jobs in more than one industry, the question resolves itself into
a humanitarian one. As a general rule, we are opposed to
a man drawing unemployment compensation more than six
months.
The actual number of weeks one can draw unemployment
Compensation varies from state to state. The Federal government
has heretofore joined in putting the bill for unemployment compensation 
pay up to a length of twenty-six weeks, or six months.
Now it is proposed — by the Administration and many members 
of Congress — to grant a temporary extension, perhaps
for thirteen weeks, so that those who are in danger of being
cut off from unemployment compensation payments will have
another three months' grace.
The American free enterprise system was built on the individualistic 
philosophy. In other words, a man went out to
earn his living, sought the jobs if his choice, and was free to
change jobs whenever he pleased. Likewise, with this freedom
came responsibility. If he were cut of work it was up to him
to find other employment — or to perform a different type of
service for his compensation.
There is too much lazy blubber sitting in unemployment
compensation offices, and too many people who refuse to do
work because it is not their choice, or their particular line of
work. The American spirit is that he should get out and hustle,
and, if necessary, do something different for a while, to earn
bread for his family.
Nevertheless, there are many deserving unemployed, who
find themselves in metropolitan area where large lay offs have
made it impossible for everyone laid off to obtain other work.
Because the recession would be made more severe if unemployment 
compensation payments terminated for many thousands
of families, and if the extension is for this crisis only, then the
extension can be best justified.

Elks Education Commissioner Lee, Talks Sense
Declaring that "a strong two-party system can save the
South from destruction," Lt. George W. Lee, of Memphis, Tennessee, 
Grand Commissioner of Education of the Elks, in an address 
before the Abraham Lincoln Club, Birmingham, called for
the activation of two parties. He extolled the virtues of the Republican 
Party and commended his audience for "helping to
establish a strong and influential Republican Party throughout
the state of Alabama."
Lt. Lee is an outspoken advocate of an all out Civil Rights
program as a stimulus for the registration of our people.
He cites the impressive achievement of the Republican Party 
for a hundred years, from Abraham Lincoln's signing of the
Emancipation to President Dwight Eisenhower's sending the
federal troops into Little Rock, Arkansas for the restoration of
order and for the implementation of a court order.
Lt. Lee put his finger on the critical spot; ever since the
overthrow of the Reconstruction movement in the South, practically 
annihilating the Republican Party in this section. Unfortunately, 
the emotional race issue has tended to discourage the
development of the Republican Party among the white voters.
When the remnants of the Republican Party were greatly
impaired, a one party system seized the South and those whose
espousal of that system, would further invite fortifications for
a minority government, called in what was styled a county 
unit, not only to further curb Negro voting, but to safeguard
themselves from their own kith and kin when it was desirous
of further implementing minority rule.
When the Primus King decision, reactivated Negro voting,
the vote challenge practice was resorted to in order to safeguard 
the section from any segment which might suggest a
two-party order.
An efficient government, insisting economy and competence 
must have a system of checks and balances. A game must
be played by rules, not subject to change in the middle of the
game.
The liberal minded ever so often advocate a two-party
system. They have seen from the record how a state with a one
party system is not taken into account as seriously as a doubtful 
state. The distribution of patronage and opportunity, unless
on unusual occasions centers around those states to be won
over.
A later generation is seeing the fallacy in what elders
glorified in as the solid South. They want more opportunity,
more patronage consideration and better industrial and economic 
premises.
It was possibly ex-President Truman who in modern times
showed  the Presidency could be won without the solid

South. Taking a cue from this hint, many Southerners are now
looking some other way for a party of the old order, a system
derived from minority rule and willing to accept anything if
allowed what they glory in as "our way of life."
Our interests ore too vest and our possibilities too great
to settle for what has the ring of minority rule, and conforms
to a principle which discourages its voters by tying too much
red tape around the qualification for voting.
A two-party system would throw our patterns on a competitive 
basis; parties would be more apt to encourage voters
than putting into use every form of subterfuge to keep people
away from the polls. The hope of the South is through the development 
of a two-party system.

SEEING and SAYING
By WILLIAM A. FOWLKES
Managing Editor Atlanta Daily World
IN 1970 the world will be engaged in another global war!
The conflict will start in North Africa between Arab nations, 
backed by Russia, and Israel, backed by the western nations 
which created the latter-day Jewish "home."
How dare I make such a prediction?

Unfortunately, Americans, with all their
know-how and potentially democratic greatness, 
are going to he in the middle of the conflict, 
having mishandled the color problem
and the hangover of colonialism, having continued 
to support dying imperialistic nations.
MANY HISTORIC "rights", and "wrongs" will have been
involved in the background for the coming struggle. Mankind
may be destroyed, with the exception of those who can hole
up in caves or go far enough underground to escape the lethal
slicing or scorching of hydrogen, cobalt and other oxygen-destroying, 
radioactive bombs flung on intercontinental missiles.

Diplomats in UN know that disposal of Egypt's Nasser will
not end the bitterness which wrested the Suez Canal from Britain. 
A racially or religious fanatically super-Nasser might well
follow him to the leadership of Egypt, where the Pharaoh's
once dominated all the Upper Nile. There is a boiling cauldron
among those Arabians pushed out of old Palestine in the creation 
of Israel.


Events Point To War By '70
By WILLIAM A. FOWLKES
Managing Editor Atlanta Daily World
IN 1970 the world will be engaged in another global war!
The conflict will start in North Africa between Arab nations, 
backed by Russia, and Israel, backed by the western nations 
which created the latter-day Jewish "home."
How dare I make such a prediction?

Unfortunately, Americans, with all their
know-how and potentially democratic greatness, 
are going to he in the middle of the conflict, 
having mishandled the color problem
and the hangover of colonialism, having continued 
to support dying imperialistic nations.
MANY HISTORIC "rights", and "wrongs" will have been
involved in the background for the coming struggle. Mankind
may be destroyed, with the exception of those who can hole
up in caves or go far enough underground to escape the lethal
slicing or scorching of hydrogen, cobalt and other oxygen-destroying, 
radioactive bombs flung on intercontinental missiles.

Diplomats in UN know that disposal of Egypt's Nasser will
not end the bitterness which wrested the Suez Canal from Britain. 
A racially or religious fanatically super-Nasser might well
follow him to the leadership of Egypt, where the Pharaoh's
once dominated all the Upper Nile. There is a boiling cauldron
among those Arabians pushed out of old Palestine in the creation 
of Israel.


KNOW YOUR
LIBRARY
by
MAUDDEAN THOMPSON SEWARD
Once again we come to the celebrated 
season of Easter, the annual
festival observed throughout all
Christendom in commemoration of
the resurrection of Jesus Christ.
The name Easter, like the name
of the days of the week, is the
survival form the old Tuetonic
Mythology. According to Bade it is
derived from Easter or Ostra, the
Anglo-Saxton goddess of spring, to
whom the month answering to our
April and called Easter month, was
dedicated.
This month Bede says, was the
same as the Mensis Paschal's, "when
the old festival was observed with
gladness of New Salemiuty.
The root Pasch, from which so
many other names for Easter are
derived, is from the Hebrew Pisach
(Passover) from the verb from he
passed over. There is no indication
of the observance of Easter festival
in the New Testament, or in the
writing of the Apostalic Fathers.
Although the observance of Easter
was at a very early period the
paretic Christian Church, a serious
difference as to the day for its
observance soon arose between the
Christians of Jewish and those of
Gentile decent, which led to a long
and better controversy.
The point at issue was when the
Paschal first was to be reckoned
as as ending. With the Jewish
Christian, whose leading through
was the death of Christ as the
Paschal Lamb, the fast ended at
the same time as that of the Jews,
on the 14th day of the moon at
evening, and the Easter festival
immediately followed, without regard 
to the day of the week.
The Gentile Christians, on the

other hands, unfettered by Jewish
tradition, identified the first day
of the week with the Resurrection,
and kept the proceeding Friday as
the commemoration of the crucifixion, 
irrespective of the day of the
month.
If you would like more history
on the name Easter, please stop
by the Cossit Library, the Vance
Avenue Branch, and ask to see the
Encyclopoedia Britannic, which will
give you the complete story. Competent 
worker are on hand to serve
you.

WISHING WELL
Registered U. S. Patent Office.
HERE is a pleasant little game that will give you a message every
day. It is a numerical puzzle designed to spell out your fortune.
Count the letters in your first name. If the number of letters is 6 or
more, subtract 4. If the number is less than 6, add 3. The result is
your key number. Start at the upper left-hand corner of the rectangle 
and check every one of your key numbers, left to right. Then
read the message the letters under the checked figures give you.

Lester School PTA
To Hold Annual Tea
Lester Elementary School's P. T.
A. completed plans for its Second
Annual Tea during a regular
monthly meeting last Tuesday.
The theme, "Seeing the World
Through Books," will carry the
imaginative mind to the seven
major continents where you will
meet people in all areas of learning. 

Proceeds from the Tea will go
toward purchasing additional books
for the library and other needed
audio-visual aids for the school.
The affair will be held in the
school cafetorium Sunday, April
27, from 4 to 6 p.m.
Mrs. E. Trotter, P.-T. A. president, 
and Mrs. E. O. Rodgers, principal 
of Lester Elementary School,
cordially invite the public to attend. 


Use It Or Lose It
By Rev. LOUIS LYNOM
Text: "But after I am raised up,
I will go before you to Galilee."
(Mark 14:28.)
We know that Easter faith is
the faith in the living Christ. We
cannot set forth its meaning to a
few words, for it is at the heart
of all Christians' believing. The
Easter faith means, first of all,
that Jesus, was the one sent of
God. It is the
voice saying to
men, "This day is
my beloved son,
hear ye Him."
We look at Jesus'
words and say,
"This is Gad
showing us what
we should be."
The Easter faith
gives to the cross
its real meaning.
Without Easter day the cross would
have been a tragedy, four our day
a long-forgotten one. The cross itself 
has become the center of the
light and we who trust. Him shall
live with Him.
We want to keep in mind that we
cannot lay too much stress on details. 
The death of Jesus was on
Friday afternoon, and little time
was left to care for the body. Very
early on the morning after the
Sabbath, Mark tells us, the women
came to the tomb to anoint the
body. The body had been in the
tomb but a day and a half although 
it was the third day according 
to the Jewish mode or
counting.
Arriving at the tomb, they saw
it open. Within was no body, but
instead a young man robed in
white, who said, "He is risen; He
is not here: behold the place where
they laid Him," and, "tell His disciples 
and Peter, He goeth before
you into Galilee; there shall ye
see Him, as He said unto you."
Therefore they fled in fear an astonishment, 
but said nothing to
anyone.
The strife is o'er the battle done
The victory of life is won,
The song of triumph is begun,
Alleluia!
The pow'rs of death have done
their worst,
But Christ their legions hath
dispersed,
Let shouts of holy joy outburst,
Alleluia!
The three sad days are quickly
sped,
He rises glorious from the dead;
All glory to our risen Head,
Alleluia!

THE RISEN CHRIST
By Rev. LOUIS LYNOM
Text: "But after I am raised up,
I will go before you to Galilee."
(Mark 14:28.)
We know that Easter faith is
the faith in the living Christ. We
cannot set forth its meaning to a
few words, for it is at the heart
of all Christians' believing. The
Easter faith means, first of all,
that Jesus, was the one sent of
God. It is the
voice saying to
men, "This day is
my beloved son,
hear ye Him."
We look at Jesus'
words and say,
"This is Gad
showing us what
we should be."
The Easter faith
gives to the cross
its real meaning.
Without Easter day the cross would
have been a tragedy, four our day
a long-forgotten one. The cross itself 
has become the center of the
light and we who trust. Him shall
live with Him.
We want to keep in mind that we
cannot lay too much stress on details. 
The death of Jesus was on
Friday afternoon, and little time
was left to care for the body. Very
early on the morning after the
Sabbath, Mark tells us, the women
came to the tomb to anoint the
body. The body had been in the
tomb but a day and a half although 
it was the third day according 
to the Jewish mode or
counting.
Arriving at the tomb, they saw
it open. Within was no body, but
instead a young man robed in
white, who said, "He is risen; He
is not here: behold the place where
they laid Him," and, "tell His disciples 
and Peter, He goeth before
you into Galilee; there shall ye
see Him, as He said unto you."
Therefore they fled in fear an astonishment, 
but said nothing to
anyone.
The strife is o'er the battle done
The victory of life is won,
The song of triumph is begun,
Alleluia!
The pow'rs of death have done
their worst,
But Christ their legions hath
dispersed,
Let shouts of holy joy outburst,
Alleluia!
The three sad days are quickly
sped,
He rises glorious from the dead;
All glory to our risen Head,
Alleluia!

Hymn: "The Strife Is O'er,
The Battle Done"
By Rev. LOUIS LYNOM
Text: "But after I am raised up,
I will go before you to Galilee."
(Mark 14:28.)
We know that Easter faith is
the faith in the living Christ. We
cannot set forth its meaning to a
few words, for it is at the heart
of all Christians' believing. The
Easter faith means, first of all,
that Jesus, was the one sent of
God. It is the
voice saying to
men, "This day is
my beloved son,
hear ye Him."
We look at Jesus'
words and say,
"This is Gad
showing us what
we should be."
The Easter faith
gives to the cross
its real meaning.
Without Easter day the cross would
have been a tragedy, four our day
a long-forgotten one. The cross itself 
has become the center of the
light and we who trust. Him shall
live with Him.
We want to keep in mind that we
cannot lay too much stress on details. 
The death of Jesus was on
Friday afternoon, and little time
was left to care for the body. Very
early on the morning after the
Sabbath, Mark tells us, the women
came to the tomb to anoint the
body. The body had been in the
tomb but a day and a half although 
it was the third day according 
to the Jewish mode or
counting.
Arriving at the tomb, they saw
it open. Within was no body, but
instead a young man robed in
white, who said, "He is risen; He
is not here: behold the place where
they laid Him," and, "tell His disciples 
and Peter, He goeth before
you into Galilee; there shall ye
see Him, as He said unto you."
Therefore they fled in fear an astonishment, 
but said nothing to
anyone.
The strife is o'er the battle done
The victory of life is won,
The song of triumph is begun,
Alleluia!
The pow'rs of death have done
their worst,
But Christ their legions hath
dispersed,
Let shouts of holy joy outburst,
Alleluia!
The three sad days are quickly
sped,
He rises glorious from the dead;
All glory to our risen Head,
Alleluia!

Africa, 1958
What is
Africa today compared to the Africa 
I saw in 1945 when I made
my first trip here? The change
is like one from the gloom of night
to the rosy dawn of morning. The
change overtaxes the imagination
and can simply, in the best terms,
be described as "The New Africa."
In 1945; the people were listless
and without hope. There was not
even a whisper or hint of nationalism, 
freedom or self government.
This was the height and the beginning 
of the climax, and the close
of World War II. This event
brought with it a new conception
of men and nations. This was a
war which brought nations together 
as comrades or contestants.
Through this conflict, history for
Africa was born again. The people
gained new evaluations of and respect 
for each other. Thence came
the sacredness of human personality. 
The idea of the dignity of
man had a new birth. Africa also
witnessed her rebirth and began
a conscious new life and demanded 
her true place in the family
of the sons of God.
Now new visions and hope reign
supreme. Education and knowhow
are being sought throughout the
world. Africa is now beginning to
realize the value of her great resources, 
how she has been exploited, 
and she is now determined to
utilize their benefits more fully
Africa also realizes her many unchanneled 
resources and plans to
do something harnessing the rivers
and developing the vast oil deposits
recently discovered.
Despite the exploitations by other
nations in the past, Africa has
benefitted in know how. This, of
cause, verifies the truth that no
one can benefit himself without
will attempt to bring to the alum
helping others.
Importantly, the real, living symbol 
of "The New Africa" is Ghana.
It is the symbol of freedom of all
Africa, for all Negroes everywhere.
But this is a time for caution,
much sober planning, hard work
and unselfish sacrifice. The eyes of
the world are watching with varying 
emotions while Premier Nkrumah 
and Ghana are walking the
tight rope of experimentation; the
great and awful chasm of newness
and inexperience in self government. 

Nkrumah's five-year plan of $300
million to develop and diversify
agriculture and build small industry, 
seems wise and not overly
ambitious. He seems to avoid the
mistakes common to new drivers
to exceed the speed limit. It is felt
that his future plans call for the
development of the numerous mineral 
deposits of the Volta river, and
the control of this river for electrical 
power as a sound basis for
the economic independence of the
nation.
Since this will cost hundreds of
millions of dollars, they hope in
Ghana for outside investment and
help. If Ghana will but walk with
her hand, clasped in the outstreach
ed 
hand of God, hers will be a
glorious experiment and shining
symbol to all Negroes.
Next Week:
"Nigeria Will Be Next by 1960"

The Second of a Series of Articles
"AFRICA OF THE FUTURE"
What is
Africa today compared to the Africa 
I saw in 1945 when I made
my first trip here? The change
is like one from the gloom of night
to the rosy dawn of morning. The
change overtaxes the imagination
and can simply, in the best terms,
be described as "The New Africa."
In 1945; the people were listless
and without hope. There was not
even a whisper or hint of nationalism, 
freedom or self government.
This was the height and the beginning 
of the climax, and the close
of World War II. This event
brought with it a new conception
of men and nations. This was a
war which brought nations together 
as comrades or contestants.
Through this conflict, history for
Africa was born again. The people
gained new evaluations of and respect 
for each other. Thence came
the sacredness of human personality. 
The idea of the dignity of
man had a new birth. Africa also
witnessed her rebirth and began
a conscious new life and demanded 
her true place in the family
of the sons of God.
Now new visions and hope reign
supreme. Education and knowhow
are being sought throughout the
world. Africa is now beginning to
realize the value of her great resources, 
how she has been exploited, 
and she is now determined to
utilize their benefits more fully
Africa also realizes her many unchanneled 
resources and plans to
do something harnessing the rivers
and developing the vast oil deposits
recently discovered.
Despite the exploitations by other
nations in the past, Africa has
benefitted in know how. This, of
cause, verifies the truth that no
one can benefit himself without
will attempt to bring to the alum
helping others.
Importantly, the real, living symbol 
of "The New Africa" is Ghana.
It is the symbol of freedom of all
Africa, for all Negroes everywhere.
But this is a time for caution,
much sober planning, hard work
and unselfish sacrifice. The eyes of
the world are watching with varying 
emotions while Premier Nkrumah 
and Ghana are walking the
tight rope of experimentation; the
great and awful chasm of newness
and inexperience in self government. 

Nkrumah's five-year plan of $300
million to develop and diversify
agriculture and build small industry, 
seems wise and not overly
ambitious. He seems to avoid the
mistakes common to new drivers
to exceed the speed limit. It is felt
that his future plans call for the
development of the numerous mineral 
deposits of the Volta river, and
the control of this river for electrical 
power as a sound basis for
the economic independence of the
nation.
Since this will cost hundreds of
millions of dollars, they hope in
Ghana for outside investment and
help. If Ghana will but walk with
her hand, clasped in the outstreach
ed 
hand of God, hers will be a
glorious experiment and shining
symbol to all Negroes.
Next Week:
"Nigeria Will Be Next by 1960"

MY WEEKLY
SERMON
By
REV. BLAIR T. HUNT
PASTOR
MISSISSIPPI BLVD. CHRISTIAN CHURCH
Text: (Read the Eleventh Chapter 
of Mark)
In Churches of liturgical slant,
Sunday, March 30, was known as
Palm Sunday... A reminder of
that Sunday in Jerusalem in 30
A. D. When Jesus was about to
say farewell to the world of flesh.
Thousands, from every quarter of
the Jewish world, had flocked to
the Holy City, Jerusalem. It was
time of the Passover, the greatest
celebration of the Hebrew race
commemorating that night when
the Lord God Almighty smote the
first born of Pharoah's host, the
Egyptians... And yet passed
harmlessly over the homes of the
Israelites.
Soft, balmy spring held sway over
the ancient city. The birds were
chirping. The little flowers were
pointing their petals to the sky.
Nature was warmly and tenderly
kissing the hills and valleys.
On that bright day, Jesus, sitting
astride and unridden ass, a symbol
of Jewish kingship, rode triumphantly 
to Jerusalem. When He appeared 
thousands and thousands
began to chant and shout with joy,
crying, "Hosannah, blessed is He
that cometh in the name of the
Lord... Hosannah in the highest." 

The mammoth, surging crowd
was under a spell. Some cast their
robes, their garments down on the
dusty highway for Him to ride
over. Others cut down green
branches of the palm trees they
waved. Others strew the ground
with blankets of bouquets and wild
flowers. The people had gone wild
... As if on holy fire.
Terror lurked in the breasts of
the Pharisees and the upper classes. 

They were jealous, fearful. As
Jesus moved through the city gates,
the children took up the cry, "Hosannah 
to the Son of David." The
blind, the halt, the cripple, came
spilling with the crowd through
the gates as best they could.
The streets were carpeted with
greenery, with palms, with flowers.
The air was filled with shouts of
"Hosannah." This was Jesus' last
Sunday in the flesh of supreme
popularity.
Soon, in a few days, others were
to cry, crucify him!"
So in life today, we have our day
of praise, our days of condemnation, 
one day a crown..._the next
a cross.
What means it all to us today?
Several ideas are expressed. Many
lessons are learned from it. Just
three or four may we mention.
First: Disciples, we Christians,

must prepare the way for Jesus...
"He has need of us." Jesus cannot
march triumphantly into the lives
of men and women unless we, who
are Christians, go before an blaze
a path.
Second: This preparatory service
is costly... it is a sacrificial cost.
Things that are precious and dear
to us, our time, our talents, our
prayers, our energy, our money,
must be the 'Jesus pathway.'
Nothing is too costly to become a
pathway for Jesus into human
hearts.
Third: It should be a pathway
of beauty... A pathway with a
"carpet of Stardust spun from a
loom ever spinning"... So carpeting 
that humanity may see it
as a pathway of peace and pleasantness. 

Fourth: It must be a procession
of enthusiasm. "Hallelujahs" and
"Amens" must fill the very air.
Christians must be of holy fire,
Christians must go wild in their
enthusiasm for Jesus. Let not our
shouting evaporate. As long as we
have breath, let us praise the Lord!
Let us pray in the language of
Ralph Cusham:
"Set us afire, Lord: Stir us we
pray' while the world perishes, we
go our way, purposeless, passionless,
day after day, set us afire, Lord:
Stir us, we pray."

DESPERATE MAN
WAYNE D. OVERHOLSER'S
new Western thriller
© 1956, 1957. Wayne D. Overholser. From the novel published
by The Macmillan Co. Distributed by King Features Syndicate.
WHEN I REACHED our house,
I ran inside. I wasn't thinking 
coherently. I buckled my gun
belt around me and picked up my
father's Winchester. I got my
twelve dollars out of the bureau
drawer, found a flour sack and
filled it with food. When I went
outside, Bess was waiting for me.
I tied the sack behind the saddle, 
not wanting to talk to Bess.
At that moment I hated her the
same way I hated Gil and Ma.
Right then I hated everybody.
"Get out of my way, Bess. Don't
argue with me. I'm leaving!"
She grabbed the reins of my
horse. "You're so mad you don't
know what you're doing. There's
something I want you to do."
"What do you want?"
"I want you to help me find
your father's Killer."
I said, "If I knew how to do
that—"
"I think I know, but you have
to realize you've got to come
home after you do what I want
you to. Your mother will be awfully 
sorry about what she said.
I didn't come here to argue. I'm
trying to say that if you're gone
a little while, you'll have your
mother and Gil awfully glad to
see you when you get back. I
want you to get a job with Vic
Toll."
She saw how it hit me. She
said: "Now wait before you blow
up. The man We want lives in the
park. I thought that when your
father was shot. After Elder
Smith was killed the same way.
I was sure of it. If I'm right, Toll
will hear about what happened
today. He'll think you're so sore
at Gil and your mother and the
rest that he can use you, and
you've got to fix it so he can.
You know the old Harris cabin?"
I nodded, and she went on:
"You hole up there for a while.
It hasn't been used for a long
time, but you can make out. It'll
be dangerous because it's on Rafter 
3 range. Sooner or later they'll
come around to see who's there.
You tell them you're finished in
the park and you're hanging
around waiting for a chance to
get square for ifs blaming you for
not getting your father's killer.
Toll will believe you because
that's the way he thinks. I think
he'll take you on. Then you'll just
have to watch."
"All right, I'll try It," I said,
and taking the reins from her,
stepped into the saddle.
She laid a hand on my arm.
"Dave, don't get yourself killed.

I'd never forgive myself if that
happened. I'm next in line. I'm
asking you to save my life. I
guess that's what it amounts to."
That surprised me more than
anything else she'd said. She was
as scared as anyone else except
Matt Colohan.
The Harris cabin had been built
by a bachelor long before we
came to the park. It was in better 
shape than I had expected.
There was a broom inside, so I
was able to get it cleaned up
reasonably well. I found an old
ax back of the cabin, so I chopped
up a dead cedar, built a fire, and
cooked supper. After that I
settled down to wait, and wait I
did for two days. I sat in front
of the cabin and stared at the
land that reached from my ridge
to the horizon, all Rafter  range.
Bess came one night after dark.
She gave me a sack of grub, but
she wouldn't get down. "Somebody 
might be watching, might
even have trailed me. I just
wanted to tell you I've talked to
your mother and she's sorry. She
wants you back, Dave."
I didn't say anything. I stood
looking up at Bess in the moonlight, 
sour-tempered because she'd
brought up something I didn't
want to think about.
I said, "Nothing's happened,
Less."
"They'll come," she said.
"I'll wait a little longer," I
said. "So long."
She sighed. "I'll be back to see
you in two or three days," she
said, and rode away.
The thing worked out, but not
in the way Bess expected it to.
The next afternoon two Rafter 3
riders showed up. I saw them
coming a long time before they
reached the cabin.
I checked my revolver and
slipped it back into the holster.
I left the Winchester just inside
the door and stood in front of the
cabin until the two riders came
out of a bunch of cedars below
me and started up the slope. Then
I retreated one stop so I stood
in the doorway where I could
grab the rifle if I wanted it, or
jump back inside.
I recognized them when they
reined up: Dick Price and Slim
Jim. They recognized me too. Price
said: "Well, I'll be doggone! Look
who we've got here, Slim."
"Yeah, it's the Gunslick Kid,"
Slim Jim said. "Busted Sammy
Blue's arm. Remember, Dink.?"
Price laughed. "I heerd about
it. Sammy remembers, I'll bet on

that."
"If you're looking for trouble,"
I said, "you can have it."
"I'm not," Price said, "I'll lot
Blue stomp his own snakes."
"What are you doing on Rafter
3 range?" Slim asked.
"I quit the park," I said. "Didn't
you hear about it?"
"Yeah, seems like I did, now
that you mention it," Price admitted. 

Slim Jim grinned. "You ain't
told us what you're doing here.
If you're figuring on taking up
a homestead, you're a goner."
"Me homestead?" I laughed. "I
just had to have some place to
hole up and this was handy. I've
been so mad I didn't know what
to do. Been figuring on going
back and having it out with Gil."
"He handles a gun purty fancy,
don't he?" Price asked.
"That's why I haven't gone
back," I said. "Say, you reckon
I could get a job with the Rafter
3?"
"You serious?" Price asked incredulously. 

"You bet I am," I said. "I
can't keep living off hot air. I've
 to get a job somewhere, and
I'd rather hang around here and
see what happens in the park.
Do any of them offer me a place
to stay? Johnny Strong or Frank
Dance or any of them? No, sir."
Price scratched his long nose
and glanced at Slim Jim. "Sounds
like he means it."
"Can't blame him none," Slim
Jim said. "A scummy lot down
there. Purely scummy." He looked
at me. "Vic's in Rock Springs.
I'll tell him about you."
Price glanced at Slim Jim
again, slyly. I thought, then
brought his gaze to me. He said.
"You hang around here, will you,
Munro? I'll ride over and tell you
when Vic gets back."
"I'll be here," I said. "Long as
my grub holds out, anyway."
They rode away. I watched
them until they disappeared out
there in that maze of gullies and
ridges. They had something up
their sleeves, all right, but I
couldn't figure it out.
I found out the following day.
A rider showed up about the middle 
of the afternoon, coming in
the same way Dick Price and
Slim Jim had come the day before. 
It was Sammy Blue.


CHAPTER 22
WAYNE D. OVERHOLSER'S
new Western thriller
© 1956, 1957. Wayne D. Overholser. From the novel published
by The Macmillan Co. Distributed by King Features Syndicate.
WHEN I REACHED our house,
I ran inside. I wasn't thinking 
coherently. I buckled my gun
belt around me and picked up my
father's Winchester. I got my
twelve dollars out of the bureau
drawer, found a flour sack and
filled it with food. When I went
outside, Bess was waiting for me.
I tied the sack behind the saddle, 
not wanting to talk to Bess.
At that moment I hated her the
same way I hated Gil and Ma.
Right then I hated everybody.
"Get out of my way, Bess. Don't
argue with me. I'm leaving!"
She grabbed the reins of my
horse. "You're so mad you don't
know what you're doing. There's
something I want you to do."
"What do you want?"
"I want you to help me find
your father's Killer."
I said, "If I knew how to do
that—"
"I think I know, but you have
to realize you've got to come
home after you do what I want
you to. Your mother will be awfully 
sorry about what she said.
I didn't come here to argue. I'm
trying to say that if you're gone
a little while, you'll have your
mother and Gil awfully glad to
see you when you get back. I
want you to get a job with Vic
Toll."
She saw how it hit me. She
said: "Now wait before you blow
up. The man We want lives in the
park. I thought that when your
father was shot. After Elder
Smith was killed the same way.
I was sure of it. If I'm right, Toll
will hear about what happened
today. He'll think you're so sore
at Gil and your mother and the
rest that he can use you, and
you've got to fix it so he can.
You know the old Harris cabin?"
I nodded, and she went on:
"You hole up there for a while.
It hasn't been used for a long
time, but you can make out. It'll
be dangerous because it's on Rafter 
3 range. Sooner or later they'll
come around to see who's there.
You tell them you're finished in
the park and you're hanging
around waiting for a chance to
get square for ifs blaming you for
not getting your father's killer.
Toll will believe you because
that's the way he thinks. I think
he'll take you on. Then you'll just
have to watch."
"All right, I'll try It," I said,
and taking the reins from her,
stepped into the saddle.
She laid a hand on my arm.
"Dave, don't get yourself killed.

I'd never forgive myself if that
happened. I'm next in line. I'm
asking you to save my life. I
guess that's what it amounts to."
That surprised me more than
anything else she'd said. She was
as scared as anyone else except
Matt Colohan.
The Harris cabin had been built
by a bachelor long before we
came to the park. It was in better 
shape than I had expected.
There was a broom inside, so I
was able to get it cleaned up
reasonably well. I found an old
ax back of the cabin, so I chopped
up a dead cedar, built a fire, and
cooked supper. After that I
settled down to wait, and wait I
did for two days. I sat in front
of the cabin and stared at the
land that reached from my ridge
to the horizon, all Rafter  range.
Bess came one night after dark.
She gave me a sack of grub, but
she wouldn't get down. "Somebody 
might be watching, might
even have trailed me. I just
wanted to tell you I've talked to
your mother and she's sorry. She
wants you back, Dave."
I didn't say anything. I stood
looking up at Bess in the moonlight, 
sour-tempered because she'd
brought up something I didn't
want to think about.
I said, "Nothing's happened,
Less."
"They'll come," she said.
"I'll wait a little longer," I
said. "So long."
She sighed. "I'll be back to see
you in two or three days," she
said, and rode away.
The thing worked out, but not
in the way Bess expected it to.
The next afternoon two Rafter 3
riders showed up. I saw them
coming a long time before they
reached the cabin.
I checked my revolver and
slipped it back into the holster.
I left the Winchester just inside
the door and stood in front of the
cabin until the two riders came
out of a bunch of cedars below
me and started up the slope. Then
I retreated one stop so I stood
in the doorway where I could
grab the rifle if I wanted it, or
jump back inside.
I recognized them when they
reined up: Dick Price and Slim
Jim. They recognized me too. Price
said: "Well, I'll be doggone! Look
who we've got here, Slim."
"Yeah, it's the Gunslick Kid,"
Slim Jim said. "Busted Sammy
Blue's arm. Remember, Dink.?"
Price laughed. "I heerd about
it. Sammy remembers, I'll bet on

that."
"If you're looking for trouble,"
I said, "you can have it."
"I'm not," Price said, "I'll lot
Blue stomp his own snakes."
"What are you doing on Rafter
3 range?" Slim asked.
"I quit the park," I said. "Didn't
you hear about it?"
"Yeah, seems like I did, now
that you mention it," Price admitted. 

Slim Jim grinned. "You ain't
told us what you're doing here.
If you're figuring on taking up
a homestead, you're a goner."
"Me homestead?" I laughed. "I
just had to have some place to
hole up and this was handy. I've
been so mad I didn't know what
to do. Been figuring on going
back and having it out with Gil."
"He handles a gun purty fancy,
don't he?" Price asked.
"That's why I haven't gone
back," I said. "Say, you reckon
I could get a job with the Rafter
3?"
"You serious?" Price asked incredulously. 

"You bet I am," I said. "I
can't keep living off hot air. I've
 to get a job somewhere, and
I'd rather hang around here and
see what happens in the park.
Do any of them offer me a place
to stay? Johnny Strong or Frank
Dance or any of them? No, sir."
Price scratched his long nose
and glanced at Slim Jim. "Sounds
like he means it."
"Can't blame him none," Slim
Jim said. "A scummy lot down
there. Purely scummy." He looked
at me. "Vic's in Rock Springs.
I'll tell him about you."
Price glanced at Slim Jim
again, slyly. I thought, then
brought his gaze to me. He said.
"You hang around here, will you,
Munro? I'll ride over and tell you
when Vic gets back."
"I'll be here," I said. "Long as
my grub holds out, anyway."
They rode away. I watched
them until they disappeared out
there in that maze of gullies and
ridges. They had something up
their sleeves, all right, but I
couldn't figure it out.
I found out the following day.
A rider showed up about the middle 
of the afternoon, coming in
the same way Dick Price and
Slim Jim had come the day before. 
It was Sammy Blue.


Mem. Urban League

He went on the say that job opportunities 
for Negroes has been
increased tremendously in the last
decade.
Two Urban League employees
from the Southern Region were in
Memphis last week to aid in the
local project. They served as consultants 
and speakers.
Miss Ann Tanneyhill, who is the
national director of vocational
guidance for the Urban League, said
"there is hardly a field, profession, 
or an occupation which does
not empoly Negroes somewhere in
this country."
She has been with the League
30 years. During the last 12 years
she has been traveling throughout
the southern states as a coordinator 
for the League.
Harry L. Alston of Atlanta, Ga.,
who is director of the Southern
Field division for the League, was
also in Memphis last week. He also 
served as a consultant and a
speake.
He first started with the League
when he was selected executive
secretary of the Winston-Salem,
Va., chapter when it was established 
in 1948.
Miss Tanneyhill said she found
mast southern students are eager
to obtain information concerning
vocations because they have been
limited in occupation opportunities.

"Horizons for students, teachers,
schools and colleges have been
more limited in the south than
other parts of the country."
However, "Negro schools are far
ahead of southern white schools
in vocational guidance," she said.
"This has bran attested by consultants 
from the armed service."
Miss Tanneyhill said the armed
forces offer the greatest opportunity 
for young men who do not plan
to attend college. "It is the greatest 
free institution. However, not
many young women are interested
in the armed services."
The individual consultants from
social agencies, industry, government 
and professions were praised
for donating their time and knowledge 
to the high school student.
It was said that the value of it
was beyong figures.
She said many white people who
serve as consultants understand
that the Urban League seeks job
opportunities.
Mrs. Doris Chambers, assistant
to the executive secretary, aided in
implementing the guidance program 
which will continue into
April.

Key Witness At

into the river.
"Too Tight" Collins' father refused 
to discuss his son's strange
absence.
She fled to Seattle, Wash., where
she was reported to have applied
to a welfare agency for help. The
agency is reported to have informed 
her she was not eligible for aid
in Seattle because she had not
lived there a sufficient length of
time, however, the agency offered
her funds to return to Glendora,
Miss.
Mrs. Collins and her children
are reported to have been living in
a delapidated house with little food
or heat.
During the Till trial "Too Tight"
Collins was spirited to Chicago
where he remained a short time
then he returned to Glendora,
Miss., which is near Money, Miss.,
where the 14-year-old Till was kidnapped 
from his uncle's tenant
farm house. Later he was found in
the Tallahatchie River with a bullet
hole in his head and his body
weighted down with a cotton gin
wheel.
It is reported that J. W. Milan,
36, who was freed of murder
charges along with his half-brother
Roy Bryant, 26, has reopened a grocery 
store in Money, a town composed 
of mostly sharecroppers and
tenant farmers.
The missing man and his father
are married to two sisters. It is
the elder Collins' second marriage.

Eye Damage Not

Memorial Hospital.
Although the Syracuse, N. Y.,
middleweight suffered extensive
hemorrhaging around the eye and
four lacerations in the eyelid, which
required stitches. Dr. Richard A.
Perritt said no injury occurred to
the eyeball or retina.
No date was set for Basillo's discharge 
from the hospital.
The league went on record however, 
that should Baltimore or any
other city proved acceptable to the
league, said city and Raleigh could
become associate members for 1958
and probably full member's next
year.
An invitation from promoters in
and around New York City, stating 
that now that there is only
one major league club (the New
York Yankees) in New York, games
by Negro American League teams
might prove profitable. The invitation 
was given favorable consideration 
by the league.
Manager for the coming season
are Jim Canady, Birmingham; Ed
Steele, Detroit; William "Dizzy"
Dismukes, Kansas City; and Rufus 
Ligons Memphis.
May 25 — Detroit at Birmingham
May 25 — Kansas City at Memphis 

June 1 — Kansas City at Birmingham 

June 1 — Detroit at Memphis
June 8 — Birmingham at Kansas
City
June 8 — Memphis vs. Detroit
June 15 — Memphis at Birmingham 

June 15 — Detroit vs. Kansas City
June 22 — Birmingham vs. Memphis 

June 22 — Kansas City vs. Detroit
June 29 — Detroit at Birmingham
June 29 — Kansas City at Memphis 

July 4 — Birmingham vs. Detroit
July 4 — Memphis vs. Kansas
City.

FIRST HALF SCHEDULE
The Negro American Baseball
League held its annual spring meeting 
Saturday at the offices of Dr.
B. B. Martin in Memphis.
The schedule for the first half
of the split season was adopted
with May 25 being set as opening
day, and the league closing on Labor 
Day. Players will report for
spring training April 15. Several
exhibition games are scheduled for
the training season.
Application for a franchise in the
league was presented by Arthur
Dove, businessman of Raleigh, N.
C., who suited he had a team and
good territory, and believed the league 
would benefit by accepting
Raleigh as a member.
President Martin stated that the
league could not accept one team
as that would result in an unbalanced 
league, but would be willing 
to accept Raleigh, providing
another city was acceptable. Dove
pointed out that an associate of his

in Baltimore was interested in a
franchise, but could not be present
because of illness.
The league went on record however, 
that should Baltimore or any
other city proved acceptable to the
league, said city and Raleigh could
become associate members for 1958
and probably full member's next
year.
An invitation from promoters in
and around New York City, stating 
that now that there is only
one major league club (the New
York Yankees) in New York, games
by Negro American League teams
might prove profitable. The invitation 
was given favorable consideration 
by the league.
Manager for the coming season
are Jim Canady, Birmingham; Ed
Steele, Detroit; William "Dizzy"
Dismukes, Kansas City; and Rufus 
Ligons Memphis.
May 25 — Detroit at Birmingham
May 25 — Kansas City at Memphis 

June 1 — Kansas City at Birmingham 

June 1 — Detroit at Memphis
June 8 — Birmingham at Kansas
City
June 8 — Memphis vs. Detroit
June 15 — Memphis at Birmingham 

June 15 — Detroit vs. Kansas City
June 22 — Birmingham vs. Memphis 

June 22 — Kansas City vs. Detroit
June 29 — Detroit at Birmingham
June 29 — Kansas City at Memphis 

July 4 — Birmingham vs. Detroit
July 4 — Memphis vs. Kansas
City.

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