Memphis World Memphis World Publishing Co. 1958-02-15 Thaddeus T. Stokes MEMPHIS WORLD AMERICA'S STANDARD RACE JOURNAL The South's Oldest and Leading Colored Semi-Weekly Newspaper Published by MEMPHIS WORLD PUBLISHING CO. Every WEDNESDAY and SATURDAY at 546 BEALE — Ph. JA. 6-4030 Member of SCOTT NEWSPAPER SYNDICATE W. A. Scott, II, Founder; C. A. Scott, General Manager Entered in the Post Office at Memphis, Tenn. as second-class mail under the Act of Congress, March 1, 1870 THADDEUS T. STOKES Managing Editor MRS. ROSA BROWN BRACY Public Relation and Advertising SUBSCRIPTION RATES: Year $5.00 — 6 Months $3.00 — 3 Months $1.50 (In Advance) The MEMPHIS WORLD is an independent newspaper—non-sectarian and non-partisan, printing news unbiasedly and supporting those things it believes to be of interest to its readers and opposing those things against the interest of its readers. Proud American Idea Combats Propaganda Of White Council At a lime when the white citizens councils are poisoning the minds of millions of Americans against the Negro, the participation of thousands of Negroes in a "Proud American Day" celebration is indeed timely. The citizens councils are trying to convince while people that the Negro is sub-human, that he has no background of worthwhile tradition, that he has made no vital contributions to human progress, and that by his very degraded nature he is not entitled to political, educational economic and social equality. In fact, some segregationists advocate sending the Negro back to Africa. The "The Proud American" idea is related to the historical truth which exposes this propaganda for what it is worth. A person who wears a "Proud American" button advertises the fact that he has made a small contribution to the As-_ sociotion for the Study of Negro Life and History, and to another organization engaged in work related to civic betterment. He also says that, through historical truth, he has learned that environmental handicaps are the true causes of lower racial status, rather than anything related to inherent racial inferiority. He says, too, that he has learned of the vital contributions of the Negro to all important phases of American Life. He says, finally, that this is his country, for which he has worked, fought and suffered. He is a "Proud American." who will, through his activities and actions, uphold our rich heritage. It was back in 1915 when Carter G. Woodson concluded that a race without a knowledge of its past cannot have much hope for its present and its future. He knew that the thorough understanding of Negro History would be important to successful social action. So nearly fifty years ago, Dr. Woodson started the Association for the Study of Negro Life and History. This organization founded Negro History Week in 1926 and is inaugurating "Proud American Day" on February 14th. The birthdate of Frederick Douglass was chosen to illustrate the rise of a Negro from the depths of slavery to high positions in government: The National Directors of "Proud American Day" are President Charles H. Wesley, President of the Association for the Study of Negro Life and History and of Central State College, Wilberforce, Ohio; and President H. Council Trenholm of Alabama State College, Montgomery, Alabama, Vice President of the Association. The Association's Executive Council and Officers of Branches are national sponsors. In some places, there is organization on the local level. In Washington, D. C, the Director of the "Proud American Day" celebration is Barrington D. Parker, President of the D. C. Federation of Civic Associations. Coordinators are Hubert B. Pair, of the Office of the Corporation Counsel, D. C, and Alice Bell Finlayson, Principal of Birney School. The delegates to the Federation from the local civic associations constitute the sponsors of the D. C. observance of "Proud American Day." Churches, schools and other organizations selling "Proud American" buttons keep forty percent of funds for their civic and charitable purposes. Sixty percent of funds from the sale of buttons goes to the Association for the Study of Negro Life and History, 1538 Ninth Street, N. W. Washington 1, D. C. Phone Hobert 2-0313. Golden Gleams —Watts Up From GEORGIA With My Banjo By THOMAS JEFFERSON FLANNAGAN Abraham Lincoln By THOMAS JEFFERSON FLANNAGAN WISHING WELL Registered U.S. patent office H 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. II the number is less than 6, add 3. The result is your key number. Start at the upper left-band 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. The Land And Legend of Lincoln The nation owing its salvation and final unity to one of its first citizens, born February 12, paused on that day to attempt a homage to its richest legend, Abraham Lincoln. A powerful republic, having come to the rescue of the free world twice in one generation and preserved the lamp of liberty throughout the rigors of these attendant cold wars, should feel eternally grateful to him. The origin and contributions of Lincoln would commend him somewhat along with the parables taught by the Messiah, essaying the possibilities vested in man with no regards for his race, creed or color. A primitive Kentucky backwoodsman, the victim of log cabin environs and the son of poor peasants, his vast outlook upon the world and its possibilities through unity and universal peace, bore no signs of that hamper of limitations. Had he not had faith in the Union and the fundamental doctrine by which it has grown great and endured, he could not have saved it. Had he not saved the Union, there would have been no lamp to light as it did the pathways to peace Even these critics of Lincoln and those who otherwise today eschew the principles of one brotherhood and one national philosophy would be silenced by the impact of what would have happened to them and their interests had the first world war been lost. Lincoln, through the trying ordeals of a dark civil war, with his friends falling apart on every side, bore his burdens of misunderstanding on the part of his fellows, and his sorrows of spiritual sympathies for the fate of those who were wed to the idols which brought them down to devastation and final liquidation, with enduring fortitude. He gave the country and the world a new parable in faith, and a new emphasis in courage. He stands today as that tall symbol of courage and that mighty collossus in the halls of freedom, still pointing the guiding hand of a struggling and confused world toward the high cause of peace. He speaks today through court decisions, the conscience of the church and the economics of the times. He still contends for a complete freedom for all the people, and at the bar of a public conscience, he pleads still the cause of the oppressed, the distressed and those penalized for what their maker used in his scheme of balances and variations. God save the notion and the world! The Messiah came to lay down the principles by which justice would march. Abraham Lincoln came to place the grand seal of implementation upon the rostrum of faith that not only "this nation under God", but that the free world would guide the destinies of all people -unto the ramparts of a lasting peace. REVIEWING TH E NEWS by EILLIAM GORDON Picking out the very obvious mode him very unpopular among some of the parents. Although, he had no children of his own, he could easily see the faults of many in his school. "The amazing thing," he would say in his slow, yet effective drawl, is that "many of our parents don't attend P-TA meetings. They don't know of the vast need in the first place. Many parents themselves come from broken homes; many are not familiar with the surroundings of decent and first-class environments. They just don't know." I won't attempt to bore my readers with statistics. But the day I sat in the room of a prison and looked at the youngsters before me, I had to fight back the tears. There were many, barely out of their teens, who had committed crimes common only to adults a decade or so ago. "I got with the wrong gang," one said. "I was so anxious to be a big shot, I lost all sense of balance. Now the best part of my life is gone." Somehow, this youth, who was able to see things clearly after he had gone to prison, may not be the total blame, especially if we follow the reasoning of the school principal. His criticism went to the parents; not to the children. He put the blame on broken homes, the slums and the over-busy schedules of parents. Those who look the time to attend P-TA meetings and concerned themselves with other problems that surround the home, were less likely to rear "criminals." There might be mistakes of course, but somehow he felt care and attention with youngsters in the home went far into community life. There is so much to be done with youngsters, even before they leave the cradle. In the case of minorities, there is much more to be done. Our backgrounds, our heritage come from a vast mixture of conditions. So many of us have known nothing but frustration, neglect. For many, the tender years of life have been spent, next door to crime, and filth. The amazing thing is not the amount of trouble some of our youngsters experience, but how so many of them survive what seems to be the impossible. So many are able to rise above the roots of the problem. The Roots Of The Problem by EILLIAM GORDON Picking out the very obvious mode him very unpopular among some of the parents. Although, he had no children of his own, he could easily see the faults of many in his school. "The amazing thing," he would say in his slow, yet effective drawl, is that "many of our parents don't attend P-TA meetings. They don't know of the vast need in the first place. Many parents themselves come from broken homes; many are not familiar with the surroundings of decent and first-class environments. They just don't know." I won't attempt to bore my readers with statistics. But the day I sat in the room of a prison and looked at the youngsters before me, I had to fight back the tears. There were many, barely out of their teens, who had committed crimes common only to adults a decade or so ago. "I got with the wrong gang," one said. "I was so anxious to be a big shot, I lost all sense of balance. Now the best part of my life is gone." Somehow, this youth, who was able to see things clearly after he had gone to prison, may not be the total blame, especially if we follow the reasoning of the school principal. His criticism went to the parents; not to the children. He put the blame on broken homes, the slums and the over-busy schedules of parents. Those who look the time to attend P-TA meetings and concerned themselves with other problems that surround the home, were less likely to rear "criminals." There might be mistakes of course, but somehow he felt care and attention with youngsters in the home went far into community life. There is so much to be done with youngsters, even before they leave the cradle. In the case of minorities, there is much more to be done. Our backgrounds, our heritage come from a vast mixture of conditions. So many of us have known nothing but frustration, neglect. For many, the tender years of life have been spent, next door to crime, and filth. The amazing thing is not the amount of trouble some of our youngsters experience, but how so many of them survive what seems to be the impossible. So many are able to rise above the roots of the problem. Prayer Changes Things Youth for Christ organization is inviting youth of all ages to attend its various programs in your community. You can also attend the program at headquarters from 9 a. m. to 6 p. m. daily. There are various activities for every one. The purpose is to help the youth understand the work of the Lord our Saviour. There are organized groups in Footes home of which Miss Rytha Bolton is president. And also Dixie home which little Miss Johnnie Louise Jefferies is president. A meeting was held in LeMoyne Garden Feb. 7 and organized a group there of which Miss Starletta Taylor is president And Mrs. Dorothy Taylor welcome a group in her home and helped staff workers encourage the young people. Her address is 902 I LeMoyne Mall, we express our appreciation highly. We also are having a meeting in Mrs. Victoria Flowers home on Monday Feb. 10, at-949 E. LeMoyne Drive. Meditation prayer room opens daily 9 a. m. to 6 p. m. "And we are asking everyone to bow there head is prayer at high noon each day. We pray for the sick and visit the hospitals", said Rev. E. Harmon. So we are asking everyone to give there support to help this organization. Visit our headquarters at. 140 Beale Street or call Ja. 7-0058. Remember its better to give than to receive. May God bless you until we meet again next week. We are asking everyone to read Deut. 1-46 verses, our meditation scripture. Fear Of Rogers to put Hennings suggestions into operation. Similar resolutions were put before the other crusade meetings. Rev. Steele, who is also pastor, of Bethel Baptist Church in Tallahasse and a NAACP leader, said "this is America's hour of decision." This nation must cross the bridge which leads from racism to brotherhood, he stated, and if this is not done, "she is doomed to destruction and disgrace." "Segregation and Democracy can no longer co-exit in this nation." said the Floridian, "one or the other must die." Charging that "registering and voting is something all of us can do," Rev Steele described Georgia's Governor Griffin as a "shameful symbol or the sin of omission of every citizen who did not vote when he was elected." He also attacked Griffin for his stand on curbing Negro voting. With an appealing flare of the dramatic, Rev. Steele urged Negroes to clear their minds by being able to say "I voted against him." He said he was referring to the Griffins. Eastlands, and Byrds in office everywhere. The speaker associated voting with religion and charge that failure to vote meant not, keeping faith with God and tire citizenry. He said the fear of voting, which many persons experience is a sin. "A Christian is a person who is afraid of nobody," he asserted. Emphasizing the words of Abraham Lincoln — "A house divided against itself cannot stand" Rev. Steele averred that "our Republic cannot go on half free and halt segregated." This, he added, is the crisis confronting America in her "great hour of decision." The Rev. Dr. M. L. King, Jr., pastor of Dexter Avenue Baptist Church in Montgomery, Ala., is president of the Conference. He said recently that the Conference, which is considered a service agency, also plans to go into rural areas and counties where there are difficulties in registering Negroes to vote. The conference consists of about 110 ministers and leaders from the Southern states. 2 PACE PILOTS LOVE 'EM MEMPHIS WORLD Want Ad Information Call JA. 6-4030 Deadline For Classified Ad Is Tuesday for Saturday's Edition and Saturday for Wednesday's Edition BYRD TRANSFER COMPANY FEMALE HELP WANTED Accurate MFGR'S. Freeport. N. Y. OFFICE SPACE FOR RENT excellent location for PROFESSIONAL or INSURANCE office on PARK AVENUE. For Information, write OSFR, c/o MEMPHIS WORLD 546 Beale, Memphis 3, Tenn. 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Combine, stir and cook in a double boiler until the consistency of custard. 1-2 cup sugar 1-2 cup lemon juice 1-2 teaspoon salt 4 beaten egg yolks Stir in the dissolved gelatine nd: 1 teaspoon grated lemon rind Chill these ingredients. Whip until stiff: 4 egg whites Beat in very slowly: 1-2 cup sugar In a "separate bowl beat until stiff: 1 heavy cup cream When the custard begins to thicken, beat it with a wire wisk until it is fluffy. Fold in the egg whites. Fold in the cream. Fill the pie shell. Chill the pie thoroughly before serving it. 1 teaspoon vanilla 3 tablespoons confectioner's sugar Lime Juice and rind may be used instead of lemon juice and rind if you prefer that flavor. All other ingredients and preparations remain the same. GELATINE LEMON CHIFFON PIE Are you a busy homemaker who needs a delicious dessert for a special occasion? This Gelatine Lemon Chiffon Pie will certainly fill the bill. Your guest will love you for the invitation. The other nice thing about this pie is that you can prepare it well in advice if you have a cold place to keep it. Prepare by your favorite rule: A baked Pie Shell. Soak: 1 Tablespoon gelatine in 1-4 cup water. Combine, stir and cook in a double boiler until the consistency of custard. 1-2 cup sugar 1-2 cup lemon juice 1-2 teaspoon salt 4 beaten egg yolks Stir in the dissolved gelatine nd: 1 teaspoon grated lemon rind Chill these ingredients. Whip until stiff: 4 egg whites Beat in very slowly: 1-2 cup sugar In a "separate bowl beat until stiff: 1 heavy cup cream When the custard begins to thicken, beat it with a wire wisk until it is fluffy. Fold in the egg whites. Fold in the cream. Fill the pie shell. Chill the pie thoroughly before serving it. 1 teaspoon vanilla 3 tablespoons confectioner's sugar Lime Juice and rind may be used instead of lemon juice and rind if you prefer that flavor. All other ingredients and preparations remain the same. Mrs. Maggie Ratcliffe Club. A graduate of LeMoyne College she also attended Tennessee State University aside from her husband and son survivors include: Two grand children, a half brother, Rev. T. J. Griffin of Chicago: a half sister Dr. Edna Griffin of California and a cousin here, Mrs. Minnie Berry. Funeral arrangements were incomplete at the T. H. Hayes and Son Funeral Home. DESPREATE 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. Dave Munro lives at the Big Ten ranch in Dillon's Park with his brother. Gil, his mother and his father. Joe. Joe Munro bad bought the Big Ten three years ago from Herb Jason's widow. Herb had been Shot to death. Dave is in love with Kitsy Nordine and Gil loves her Older sister. Bess. Dave and his father go into Buhlto see Cameron Runyan, absentee owner of the Rafter 3. They are afraid of trouble with Vic Toll, his tough foreman. At Runyan's hotel. Dave and Joe are accosted by Sammy Blue a gunslinger. Blue threatens to Shoot them if they try to see Runyan and is prevented by the hotel Clerk. Runyan with Mort. another Gunman takes Joe and Dave to his Room Runyan offers to buy the Big Ten at a good price but refuses to Interfere with Vic Toll. Joe refuses To sell and they leave. As they walk Across the street they hear Blue call Out, "Munro!" Drawing as they turn Joe kills Mort and Dave smashes Blue's gun arm. Witnesses swear it Was self-defense. The next day Dave seeking Bess's permission to marry Kitsy finds the door closed in his face. Dave goes to see Elder Smith and is surprised when Vic Toll rides up. I FOLLOWED Elder Smith through the door, not having the slightest idea why Vic Toll was here in the park. "Step down and come in, Mr. Toll," Elder Smith said. Toll gave me a sharp look, and asked, "Ain't you the Munro kid?" "I'm Dave Munro," I said He sat with a hand on the saddle horn, staring at me in the dusk light He seemed even bigger than he'd been the time I saw him in the Belle Union more than three years ago. "You shot Sammy Blue the other day," he said. "That's right" I was just fixing to tell you that his right arm will be good as ever. Don't make much difference, anyhow. He's as good with his left as his right You'd better light a shuck out of the country, kid. No man's luck runs good twice-in a row with Sammy Blue." Toll's eyes turned to Smith. "you're the man I came to see. "You'll be having a meeting be fore long. I reckon." Tonight," Elder Smith said. "I figured so," Toll said. "You tell 'em we don't want trouble no more'n you park folks do, but we've always wintered a few head in this park and nobody's kicked. We don't see no reason for you people to kick how." "I'll tell them," Elder Smith said. "And tell them something else. We' don't like to have our cows run, and I don't want my men shot" "All right," the Elder said. "Now here's something you don't need to tell 'em." From the tone of Toll's voice, I had a feeling this was what he had really come to say "you're a leader, Smith. Be sure you lead 'em the right way. Something might happen to you if you don't, and anybody else hereabouts figures he's a leader." You're threating murder," Smith said. "That it?" "Call it whatever you want to," Toll said. "Just remember, a man Who was making big medicine a few years ago had a little trouble." "A bullet in his back," Elder Smith said. "His name was Herb Jason." "Yeah, I believe it was," Toll said, and without another word, he whirled his horse and disappeared in the dusk. We went back inside and Elder Smith built up the fire. "Herb Jason was a loudmouth, He did some talking in town about how Cameron Runyan got his start with a running iron and how they were still using the same tactics. Frank Dance found him on the east slope of Campbell Mountain, shot in the back with a .30-.30." "But we don't have any loudmouths now," I said. "No, but we have Bess, who's the real leader in the park," he said "Far more of a leader than she was three years ago when Herb got it We have your father, who killed Runyan's man in town, we've driven Rafter 3 cows out of the park, and a Rafter 3 man was shot." knew what he meant. Toll would pick off the leaders just as he'd picked off Herb Jason. Our resistance would collapse. "Go over to the schoolhouse and build a fire," Eider Smith said. "I'll be over in a minute." I built a fire in the potbellied stove in the middle of the schoolhouse, then wandered around. A lot of memories here, I thought as I walked around the room. Even for me, and I had been in school only the one winter. Every family but ours had lived here a generation. Homes were filled with memories, too, all kinds of memories that come from people living together, living and dying, loving and hating. Now we faced murder. People began drifting in after that, stomping snow off their feet at the door. Frank Dance and his son Kip, Luke Jordan, Matt Colohan, Johnny Strong, who lived at the other end of the park and had had the longest ride, then my father and Gil, who looked tired. They were all there except Bess when Elder Smith came in a little before eight He went directly to my father and talked to him in low tones. He had said he'd be over in a minute, but it had been considerably more than an hour. He looked old and very tired. At five minutes after eight Bess had not showed up. Elder Smith called to Gil, "Bess was going to be here, wasn't she?" "Sure she was," Gil said. "She had important business to bring up." Frank Dance called, "Let's get started, Elder." "Looks like we'd better," Elder Smith agreed. He walked to the front of the room and, going behind his desk, picked up a gavel. We had no regular schedule of meetings. They were called just as this one had been tonight, but with that exception our meetings were formal. Elder Smith insisted on order and had the minutes carefully kept and read. But Bess was the secretary, and she had the minutes of the last meeting. Elder Smith raised the gavel, then lowered it Bess's absence apparently disturbed him. I'd been to all the meetings since we moved to the park, and this was the first time Bess hadn't been here. Smith opened a drawer and, taking out a tablet and pencil, handed them to Kip Dance. "You keep the minutes until Bess gets here," Smith said. He picked up the gavel and raised it just as the door opened and Kitsy slipped into the room. We were all surprised. Kitsy, to my knowledge, had never been to a meeting. Elder Smith lowered the gavel again. "Is Bess coming?" he asked. "I don't know," Kitsy said. "She was awful busy when I left home and I didn't get a chance to ask her. I came to tell you not to wait" Gil asked, "What's Bess so busy about. "She's just... busy," Kitsy said, and dropped into the seat beside wit. Elder Smith announced that Kip Dance would keep the minutes in the absence of the secretary, but I wasn't listening. Kitsy leaned close to me and put her mouth against my ear. "Vic Toll had supper at our place," she said. "After we finished, they went into the front room and shut the door and I did the dishes. I heard them arguing, real loud; then I didn't hear anything. Just before I came over here, I looked through the Keyhole. I asked, "Well?" She put her mouth back to my ear again. "He was kissing her!" she said triumphantly. "But don't tell anybody." © 1956, 1957. Wayne D, Overholser, From the Macmillan company novel; distributed by King Features Syndicate. SYNOPSIS 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. Dave Munro lives at the Big Ten ranch in Dillon's Park with his brother. Gil, his mother and his father. Joe. Joe Munro bad bought the Big Ten three years ago from Herb Jason's widow. Herb had been Shot to death. Dave is in love with Kitsy Nordine and Gil loves her Older sister. Bess. Dave and his father go into Buhlto see Cameron Runyan, absentee owner of the Rafter 3. They are afraid of trouble with Vic Toll, his tough foreman. At Runyan's hotel. Dave and Joe are accosted by Sammy Blue a gunslinger. Blue threatens to Shoot them if they try to see Runyan and is prevented by the hotel Clerk. Runyan with Mort. another Gunman takes Joe and Dave to his Room Runyan offers to buy the Big Ten at a good price but refuses to Interfere with Vic Toll. Joe refuses To sell and they leave. As they walk Across the street they hear Blue call Out, "Munro!" Drawing as they turn Joe kills Mort and Dave smashes Blue's gun arm. Witnesses swear it Was self-defense. The next day Dave seeking Bess's permission to marry Kitsy finds the door closed in his face. Dave goes to see Elder Smith and is surprised when Vic Toll rides up. I FOLLOWED Elder Smith through the door, not having the slightest idea why Vic Toll was here in the park. "Step down and come in, Mr. Toll," Elder Smith said. Toll gave me a sharp look, and asked, "Ain't you the Munro kid?" "I'm Dave Munro," I said He sat with a hand on the saddle horn, staring at me in the dusk light He seemed even bigger than he'd been the time I saw him in the Belle Union more than three years ago. "You shot Sammy Blue the other day," he said. "That's right" I was just fixing to tell you that his right arm will be good as ever. Don't make much difference, anyhow. He's as good with his left as his right You'd better light a shuck out of the country, kid. No man's luck runs good twice-in a row with Sammy Blue." Toll's eyes turned to Smith. "you're the man I came to see. "You'll be having a meeting be fore long. I reckon." Tonight," Elder Smith said. "I figured so," Toll said. "You tell 'em we don't want trouble no more'n you park folks do, but we've always wintered a few head in this park and nobody's kicked. We don't see no reason for you people to kick how." "I'll tell them," Elder Smith said. "And tell them something else. We' don't like to have our cows run, and I don't want my men shot" "All right," the Elder said. "Now here's something you don't need to tell 'em." From the tone of Toll's voice, I had a feeling this was what he had really come to say "you're a leader, Smith. Be sure you lead 'em the right way. Something might happen to you if you don't, and anybody else hereabouts figures he's a leader." You're threating murder," Smith said. "That it?" "Call it whatever you want to," Toll said. "Just remember, a man Who was making big medicine a few years ago had a little trouble." "A bullet in his back," Elder Smith said. "His name was Herb Jason." "Yeah, I believe it was," Toll said, and without another word, he whirled his horse and disappeared in the dusk. We went back inside and Elder Smith built up the fire. "Herb Jason was a loudmouth, He did some talking in town about how Cameron Runyan got his start with a running iron and how they were still using the same tactics. Frank Dance found him on the east slope of Campbell Mountain, shot in the back with a .30-.30." "But we don't have any loudmouths now," I said. "No, but we have Bess, who's the real leader in the park," he said "Far more of a leader than she was three years ago when Herb got it We have your father, who killed Runyan's man in town, we've driven Rafter 3 cows out of the park, and a Rafter 3 man was shot." knew what he meant. Toll would pick off the leaders just as he'd picked off Herb Jason. Our resistance would collapse. "Go over to the schoolhouse and build a fire," Eider Smith said. "I'll be over in a minute." I built a fire in the potbellied stove in the middle of the schoolhouse, then wandered around. A lot of memories here, I thought as I walked around the room. Even for me, and I had been in school only the one winter. Every family but ours had lived here a generation. Homes were filled with memories, too, all kinds of memories that come from people living together, living and dying, loving and hating. Now we faced murder. People began drifting in after that, stomping snow off their feet at the door. Frank Dance and his son Kip, Luke Jordan, Matt Colohan, Johnny Strong, who lived at the other end of the park and had had the longest ride, then my father and Gil, who looked tired. They were all there except Bess when Elder Smith came in a little before eight He went directly to my father and talked to him in low tones. He had said he'd be over in a minute, but it had been considerably more than an hour. He looked old and very tired. At five minutes after eight Bess had not showed up. Elder Smith called to Gil, "Bess was going to be here, wasn't she?" "Sure she was," Gil said. "She had important business to bring up." Frank Dance called, "Let's get started, Elder." "Looks like we'd better," Elder Smith agreed. He walked to the front of the room and, going behind his desk, picked up a gavel. We had no regular schedule of meetings. They were called just as this one had been tonight, but with that exception our meetings were formal. Elder Smith insisted on order and had the minutes carefully kept and read. But Bess was the secretary, and she had the minutes of the last meeting. Elder Smith raised the gavel, then lowered it Bess's absence apparently disturbed him. I'd been to all the meetings since we moved to the park, and this was the first time Bess hadn't been here. Smith opened a drawer and, taking out a tablet and pencil, handed them to Kip Dance. "You keep the minutes until Bess gets here," Smith said. He picked up the gavel and raised it just as the door opened and Kitsy slipped into the room. We were all surprised. Kitsy, to my knowledge, had never been to a meeting. Elder Smith lowered the gavel again. "Is Bess coming?" he asked. "I don't know," Kitsy said. "She was awful busy when I left home and I didn't get a chance to ask her. I came to tell you not to wait" Gil asked, "What's Bess so busy about. "She's just... busy," Kitsy said, and dropped into the seat beside wit. Elder Smith announced that Kip Dance would keep the minutes in the absence of the secretary, but I wasn't listening. Kitsy leaned close to me and put her mouth against my ear. "Vic Toll had supper at our place," she said. "After we finished, they went into the front room and shut the door and I did the dishes. I heard them arguing, real loud; then I didn't hear anything. Just before I came over here, I looked through the Keyhole. I asked, "Well?" She put her mouth back to my ear again. "He was kissing her!" she said triumphantly. "But don't tell anybody." © 1956, 1957. Wayne D, Overholser, From the Macmillan company novel; distributed by King Features Syndicate. CHAPTER 8 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. Dave Munro lives at the Big Ten ranch in Dillon's Park with his brother. Gil, his mother and his father. Joe. Joe Munro bad bought the Big Ten three years ago from Herb Jason's widow. Herb had been Shot to death. Dave is in love with Kitsy Nordine and Gil loves her Older sister. Bess. Dave and his father go into Buhlto see Cameron Runyan, absentee owner of the Rafter 3. They are afraid of trouble with Vic Toll, his tough foreman. At Runyan's hotel. Dave and Joe are accosted by Sammy Blue a gunslinger. Blue threatens to Shoot them if they try to see Runyan and is prevented by the hotel Clerk. Runyan with Mort. another Gunman takes Joe and Dave to his Room Runyan offers to buy the Big Ten at a good price but refuses to Interfere with Vic Toll. Joe refuses To sell and they leave. As they walk Across the street they hear Blue call Out, "Munro!" Drawing as they turn Joe kills Mort and Dave smashes Blue's gun arm. Witnesses swear it Was self-defense. The next day Dave seeking Bess's permission to marry Kitsy finds the door closed in his face. Dave goes to see Elder Smith and is surprised when Vic Toll rides up. I FOLLOWED Elder Smith through the door, not having the slightest idea why Vic Toll was here in the park. "Step down and come in, Mr. Toll," Elder Smith said. Toll gave me a sharp look, and asked, "Ain't you the Munro kid?" "I'm Dave Munro," I said He sat with a hand on the saddle horn, staring at me in the dusk light He seemed even bigger than he'd been the time I saw him in the Belle Union more than three years ago. "You shot Sammy Blue the other day," he said. "That's right" I was just fixing to tell you that his right arm will be good as ever. Don't make much difference, anyhow. He's as good with his left as his right You'd better light a shuck out of the country, kid. No man's luck runs good twice-in a row with Sammy Blue." Toll's eyes turned to Smith. "you're the man I came to see. "You'll be having a meeting be fore long. I reckon." Tonight," Elder Smith said. "I figured so," Toll said. "You tell 'em we don't want trouble no more'n you park folks do, but we've always wintered a few head in this park and nobody's kicked. We don't see no reason for you people to kick how." "I'll tell them," Elder Smith said. "And tell them something else. We' don't like to have our cows run, and I don't want my men shot" "All right," the Elder said. "Now here's something you don't need to tell 'em." From the tone of Toll's voice, I had a feeling this was what he had really come to say "you're a leader, Smith. Be sure you lead 'em the right way. Something might happen to you if you don't, and anybody else hereabouts figures he's a leader." You're threating murder," Smith said. "That it?" "Call it whatever you want to," Toll said. "Just remember, a man Who was making big medicine a few years ago had a little trouble." "A bullet in his back," Elder Smith said. "His name was Herb Jason." "Yeah, I believe it was," Toll said, and without another word, he whirled his horse and disappeared in the dusk. We went back inside and Elder Smith built up the fire. "Herb Jason was a loudmouth, He did some talking in town about how Cameron Runyan got his start with a running iron and how they were still using the same tactics. Frank Dance found him on the east slope of Campbell Mountain, shot in the back with a .30-.30." "But we don't have any loudmouths now," I said. "No, but we have Bess, who's the real leader in the park," he said "Far more of a leader than she was three years ago when Herb got it We have your father, who killed Runyan's man in town, we've driven Rafter 3 cows out of the park, and a Rafter 3 man was shot." knew what he meant. Toll would pick off the leaders just as he'd picked off Herb Jason. Our resistance would collapse. "Go over to the schoolhouse and build a fire," Eider Smith said. "I'll be over in a minute." I built a fire in the potbellied stove in the middle of the schoolhouse, then wandered around. A lot of memories here, I thought as I walked around the room. Even for me, and I had been in school only the one winter. Every family but ours had lived here a generation. Homes were filled with memories, too, all kinds of memories that come from people living together, living and dying, loving and hating. Now we faced murder. People began drifting in after that, stomping snow off their feet at the door. Frank Dance and his son Kip, Luke Jordan, Matt Colohan, Johnny Strong, who lived at the other end of the park and had had the longest ride, then my father and Gil, who looked tired. They were all there except Bess when Elder Smith came in a little before eight He went directly to my father and talked to him in low tones. He had said he'd be over in a minute, but it had been considerably more than an hour. He looked old and very tired. At five minutes after eight Bess had not showed up. Elder Smith called to Gil, "Bess was going to be here, wasn't she?" "Sure she was," Gil said. "She had important business to bring up." Frank Dance called, "Let's get started, Elder." "Looks like we'd better," Elder Smith agreed. He walked to the front of the room and, going behind his desk, picked up a gavel. We had no regular schedule of meetings. They were called just as this one had been tonight, but with that exception our meetings were formal. Elder Smith insisted on order and had the minutes carefully kept and read. But Bess was the secretary, and she had the minutes of the last meeting. Elder Smith raised the gavel, then lowered it Bess's absence apparently disturbed him. I'd been to all the meetings since we moved to the park, and this was the first time Bess hadn't been here. Smith opened a drawer and, taking out a tablet and pencil, handed them to Kip Dance. "You keep the minutes until Bess gets here," Smith said. He picked up the gavel and raised it just as the door opened and Kitsy slipped into the room. We were all surprised. Kitsy, to my knowledge, had never been to a meeting. Elder Smith lowered the gavel again. "Is Bess coming?" he asked. "I don't know," Kitsy said. "She was awful busy when I left home and I didn't get a chance to ask her. I came to tell you not to wait" Gil asked, "What's Bess so busy about. "She's just... busy," Kitsy said, and dropped into the seat beside wit. Elder Smith announced that Kip Dance would keep the minutes in the absence of the secretary, but I wasn't listening. Kitsy leaned close to me and put her mouth against my ear. "Vic Toll had supper at our place," she said. "After we finished, they went into the front room and shut the door and I did the dishes. I heard them arguing, real loud; then I didn't hear anything. Just before I came over here, I looked through the Keyhole. I asked, "Well?" She put her mouth back to my ear again. "He was kissing her!" she said triumphantly. "But don't tell anybody." © 1956, 1957. Wayne D, Overholser, From the Macmillan company novel; distributed by King Features Syndicate. Frederick Douglass he was a white man." Mr. Dougass Insisted that Lincoln was elected on one principle alone and that was against the extension of slavery. He even said Lincoln was ready like any other president of the United States to defend slavery in the South and was willing it need be to use troops for that purpose. Mr. Douglass told the white people "You are the children of Abraham Lincoln. We are at best his step-children; children by adoption, children by forces of circumstances and necessity". He said his faith in Lincoln "was often taxed and strained to the uttermost, but it never failed." The speaker called attention to Lincoln's statement that "we were the caused of the war" and that he wanted Negroes to leave America, that he refused "to employ our arms in defense or the Union" and that the president, showed other signs of no" particular Interest in freeing slaves, and lie said, "we were at times grieved, stunned, and greatly bewildered: but our hearts believed while they ached and bled." Mr. Douglass discussed the care of Lincoln's place in the thinking of Negroes of his day when lie said. "When, therefore. It shall be asked what we have to do with the memory at Abraham Lincoln, or what Abraham Lincoln had to do with us, the answer is ready, full, and complete. Though he loved, Caesar less than Rome, though the Union was more to him than our freedom or our future, under his wise-and beneficent rule we saw ourselves gradually lilted from the depths of slavery to the heights of liberty and manhood... Under his rule we saw two hundred thousand of our dark and dusky people responding to the call of Abraham Lincoln".... At one point in Mr. Douglass' address he asserted. "Though Mr. Lincoln shared the prejudices of his white fellow countrymen against the Negro, it is hardly necessary to say that in his heart of hearts he loathed and hated slavery." Quoting Mr. Lincoln, Mr. Douglass continued: "The man who could say, "Fondly do we hope, fervently do we pray, that this mighty scourge of war shall soon pass away, yet if God wills it continue till all the wealth piled up by two hundred years of bondage shall have been wasted, each drop of blood drawn by the lash shall have been paid for by one drawn by the sword, the judgments of the Lord are true and righteous altogether, gives all needed proof of his felling on the subject of slavery". Fredrick Douglass was an uncompromising enemy of chattel slavery. He ran away to freedom and then dedicated his life to the abolitionist cause. No crusader for freedom made any greater sacrifice than he did for the freedom of his people He was a forceful "and convincing speaker. No voice was greater than his in the cause of emancipation. He was fearless, loyal and sincere in his efforts to bring about the complete freedom and full equality of the Negro race in America. He was not just a Negro, nor only an American, he was a citizen of the world and a stalwart champion of human freedom. SLAVERY QUESTION he was a white man." Mr. Dougass Insisted that Lincoln was elected on one principle alone and that was against the extension of slavery. He even said Lincoln was ready like any other president of the United States to defend slavery in the South and was willing it need be to use troops for that purpose. Mr. Douglass told the white people "You are the children of Abraham Lincoln. We are at best his step-children; children by adoption, children by forces of circumstances and necessity". He said his faith in Lincoln "was often taxed and strained to the uttermost, but it never failed." The speaker called attention to Lincoln's statement that "we were the caused of the war" and that he wanted Negroes to leave America, that he refused "to employ our arms in defense or the Union" and that the president, showed other signs of no" particular Interest in freeing slaves, and lie said, "we were at times grieved, stunned, and greatly bewildered: but our hearts believed while they ached and bled." Mr. Douglass discussed the care of Lincoln's place in the thinking of Negroes of his day when lie said. "When, therefore. It shall be asked what we have to do with the memory at Abraham Lincoln, or what Abraham Lincoln had to do with us, the answer is ready, full, and complete. Though he loved, Caesar less than Rome, though the Union was more to him than our freedom or our future, under his wise-and beneficent rule we saw ourselves gradually lilted from the depths of slavery to the heights of liberty and manhood... Under his rule we saw two hundred thousand of our dark and dusky people responding to the call of Abraham Lincoln".... At one point in Mr. Douglass' address he asserted. "Though Mr. Lincoln shared the prejudices of his white fellow countrymen against the Negro, it is hardly necessary to say that in his heart of hearts he loathed and hated slavery." Quoting Mr. Lincoln, Mr. Douglass continued: "The man who could say, "Fondly do we hope, fervently do we pray, that this mighty scourge of war shall soon pass away, yet if God wills it continue till all the wealth piled up by two hundred years of bondage shall have been wasted, each drop of blood drawn by the lash shall have been paid for by one drawn by the sword, the judgments of the Lord are true and righteous altogether, gives all needed proof of his felling on the subject of slavery". Fredrick Douglass was an uncompromising enemy of chattel slavery. He ran away to freedom and then dedicated his life to the abolitionist cause. No crusader for freedom made any greater sacrifice than he did for the freedom of his people He was a forceful "and convincing speaker. No voice was greater than his in the cause of emancipation. He was fearless, loyal and sincere in his efforts to bring about the complete freedom and full equality of the Negro race in America. He was not just a Negro, nor only an American, he was a citizen of the world and a stalwart champion of human freedom. LINCOLN QUOTED he was a white man." Mr. Dougass Insisted that Lincoln was elected on one principle alone and that was against the extension of slavery. He even said Lincoln was ready like any other president of the United States to defend slavery in the South and was willing it need be to use troops for that purpose. Mr. Douglass told the white people "You are the children of Abraham Lincoln. We are at best his step-children; children by adoption, children by forces of circumstances and necessity". He said his faith in Lincoln "was often taxed and strained to the uttermost, but it never failed." The speaker called attention to Lincoln's statement that "we were the caused of the war" and that he wanted Negroes to leave America, that he refused "to employ our arms in defense or the Union" and that the president, showed other signs of no" particular Interest in freeing slaves, and lie said, "we were at times grieved, stunned, and greatly bewildered: but our hearts believed while they ached and bled." Mr. Douglass discussed the care of Lincoln's place in the thinking of Negroes of his day when lie said. "When, therefore. It shall be asked what we have to do with the memory at Abraham Lincoln, or what Abraham Lincoln had to do with us, the answer is ready, full, and complete. Though he loved, Caesar less than Rome, though the Union was more to him than our freedom or our future, under his wise-and beneficent rule we saw ourselves gradually lilted from the depths of slavery to the heights of liberty and manhood... Under his rule we saw two hundred thousand of our dark and dusky people responding to the call of Abraham Lincoln".... At one point in Mr. Douglass' address he asserted. "Though Mr. Lincoln shared the prejudices of his white fellow countrymen against the Negro, it is hardly necessary to say that in his heart of hearts he loathed and hated slavery." Quoting Mr. Lincoln, Mr. Douglass continued: "The man who could say, "Fondly do we hope, fervently do we pray, that this mighty scourge of war shall soon pass away, yet if God wills it continue till all the wealth piled up by two hundred years of bondage shall have been wasted, each drop of blood drawn by the lash shall have been paid for by one drawn by the sword, the judgments of the Lord are true and righteous altogether, gives all needed proof of his felling on the subject of slavery". Fredrick Douglass was an uncompromising enemy of chattel slavery. He ran away to freedom and then dedicated his life to the abolitionist cause. No crusader for freedom made any greater sacrifice than he did for the freedom of his people He was a forceful "and convincing speaker. No voice was greater than his in the cause of emancipation. He was fearless, loyal and sincere in his efforts to bring about the complete freedom and full equality of the Negro race in America. He was not just a Negro, nor only an American, he was a citizen of the world and a stalwart champion of human freedom. Pres. Hollis Price vide the music for the 7:30 p. m. service. The following committees have been selected to carry out the activities for this occasion: General chairman, Mrs. J. E. Sisson; cochairman, Prof. Ennus Moss; secretary, Walter Bond; asst. secretary, Leon Springfield; general chairman of finance, Dr. R. Q. Venson, finance chairman, C. H. Johnson; asst. finance chairman, Alfrado Suffold; chairman of decorations. Prof. Frank Lewis; program chairman, Charlie Parker; reception and dinner chairman, Martin Gray, Sr., chairman of evangelistic committee, Rev. A. McEwen Williams and cochairmen of publicity, Prof, Nathaniel D. Williams and Prof. Willie E. Lindsey. The public is invited to worship at the church on this annual occasino. Airlines Agree To Hire othy Franklin who recently complained to SCAD the airline had turned her application down because of her race. Mohawk Airlines, a feeder line operating primarily in New York State, hired a Negro stewardess last December. Congressional check of military waste suggested.