Memphis World
Memphis World Publishing Co.
1955-02-22
Raymond F. Tisby

MEMPHIS WORLD
AMERICA'S STANDARD RACE JOURNAL
The South's Oldest and Leading Colored Semi-Weekly Newspaper
Published by MEMPHIS WORLD PUBLISHING CO.
Every TUESDAY and FRIDAY at 164 BEALE—Phone 8-4030
Entered in the Post Office at Memphis, Tenn., as second-class mail
under the Act of Congress, March 1, 1870
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Lets Organize A Young People's Voters League
People Close to the situation here realize there is a definite
need for increased voter participation on the part of Memphis
non whites.
Already such outstanding Memphians as Dr. J. E. Walker
and Lt. George W. Lee and such organizations as the Bluff City
and Shelby County Council of Civic Clubs have gone on record
recommending increased voter registration and it is in this connection 
we would like to make a suggestion.
One of-the most fruitful areas to activate voter interest would
be among our young people. The Memphis World would gladly
lend its support to the organizing of a Young People's Voters
League.
This suggestion has been posed by the Memphis World
to many who have reached or are nearing the voting age and
such men as Lt. Lee and the response in all cases was favorable.
So to those seriously concerned with increased voter participation 
lets organize the young people. They are willing so lets get
the ball rolling.

Brotherhood Week


America is celebrating Brotherhood Week. Community leaders
are speaking on radio and TV. Meanwhile in Moscow the Soviet
radio beams its year-round hourly appeals into the world to unite
as brothers, comrades.
Listening in are millions in Asia, Africa, Europe — listening in
and wondering what it is all about. Multitudes are committed in
their hearts to neither side, only to the hope for peace and happiness. 

How can we help them to see the brotherhood slogans of
false ideologies for what they are: attempts to popularize and
enforce o system in which a million "brothers" are ruled despotically 
by a handful of self-appointed "superbrothers"?
By acting like brothers among ourselves, for one thing.
By showing that democracy is brotherhood applied politically, 
that Christianity is brotherhood applied universally.
By replacing extreme partisanship with an awareness of the
common good, smear with constructive criticism, and suppression
of our fellow citizens with as vigorous a defense of their rights
as of our own.
Every time we help a member of a racial or religious minority 
among us to maintain his integrity and dignity we win a battle.
The idea of brotherhood is spreading. More and more, men
cooperate to solve communal, national, and international problems. 
This awakening is based on more than mere recognition of
the need for adjustment in a shrinking world. Its core and force
is the growing comprehension of why men are brothers — because
of having one Father.
Right actions can infuse our words with power and make
them heard over and through the din of the big lie, which — whatever 
its form — is essentially a denial of man's spiritual nature.

The Church Cannot Live On Half The Gospel
When the doctrine of One God spreads into the crevices
beyond the church chancel, to drip into our social, civic and industrial 
ravines, it becomes objectionable, inconvenient and even
communistic in some quarters.
There are those devout would-be-believers whose boast and
pride are their church activities, who shrink when the doctrine
of One God transcends their accepted mores, and more commonly
What they call — "our way of life."
But, the church cannot live on half the gospel. From the gospel 
writers came the Ten Commandments where our judicial
codes find their tangents.
To break one of the Commandments, the whole chain is
broken, and the ministry would not be logical nor consistent if it
sought to preach half the gospel and leave the other out.
Strange as it may seem in the face of this startling fact,
there are those in high places who believe apparently that out
free system of government can exists on half of a Democracy.
Social justice and individual righteousness are both emphasized 
in the gospel of the Bible.
It will be observed that the practice of trying to preach and
live by half of the gospel are by ho means a novel experiment.
When the doctrine of one God began to spread beyond the frontiers 
of Palestine, by some mysterious means, the social justice
phase was abandoned. It became unwholesome and unworkable
when it reached out for that intolerant and two-edged splinter
sinner.
For this cause, man set up his own God and in an effort to
satiate a guilty conscience, by his own codes he would translate
into action a modified and adulterated system of government
under the brand of a free and unbiased system.
While we weary with protest, we cannot bypass an occasion
in which the call for the brotherhood of man demands activation
in the field of social justice.
No one is a just steward when he knowingly withholds to
obstruct the forward march of a weary war-torn world across the
green fields of a lasting peace.
Ask yourself the honest question — Can the church live on
half the Gospel — then decide if the world can reach the promised 
land of a workable Democracy by pursuing one-half of its
unqualified and indivisable doctrine.

Willing Workers Club
Holds Weekly Meeting
The Willing Workers Club met in
the home of Mrs. Omealie Henderson, 
2167 Stovall, Wednesday night
Meeting was open at 8:15 p. m.,
by the Chaplain. The Vice-President, 
Mrs. Omealie Henderson presided. 

One member was added to the
club. After business, refreshments
were served by Hostess. Next meeting 
will be Wednesday night February 
23 at 2192 Stovall, home of
Mrs. Sallie A. Braswell. All members 
are asked to be present. Mrs.
Addle Donelson, president. Mrs.
Maggie Lott, Secretary and Ruth L.
Nevels, reporter.

Four Named To

colleges in China, Japan, India, the
Near East, New Zealand and Australia. 

For ten years, Dr. and Mrs.
Harlow were cm the faculty of International 
College in Smyrna, Turkey 
and Harlow, a graduate of Union 
Seminary, has also served as a
visiting minister in England and
Scotland.
S. Ralph Harlow is author of
brochures on: "How America Helped 
Save Greece From Communism,"
"Israel— Bulwark of Democracy in
the Near East," "Why Communist
Failed in Greece," "Thirty Years of
Psychical Research," and "In the
Footsteps of St. Paul" (color motion 
picture.)

REVIEWING
THE NEWS
BY WILLIAM GORDON
Managing Editor, Atlanta Dally World
A famous Southern mayor said only recently that, "What the
South has achieved came about through the skills, and the sweat
and blood of the Negro."
This same distinguished city official ventured further to say
that much more could have been achieved, and in far less time,
if more opportunities could have been available for members of
the race. Then he began to document his thesis with examples and
figures while pointing to what the South could have avoided if
it had been willing to drop its prejudices.
The words of the Mayor carried a lot of weight, taking into
consideration what has happened in population shifts during
recent years. And another vivid and interesting picture emerges
to bear out his statement. The incident goes back, even before
World War II.
It is a court room scene in the deep South, and a Negro
lawyer walks slowly toward the bench.
"Your honor," he said, "this case has far more significance
than what appears on surface. The implications are far-reaching."
The judge sat there seemingly breathless. And the spectators
seemed equally still while they sat there listening for the aftermath. 
The case was on educational facilities.
It was a packed house with people of both races. The Negroes
were all mixed in the crowd and they presented a picture of dead
seriousness. They were of all age levels. There were those who
had worked and suffered in the South. The deep lines across their
faces, the piercing gaze at the judge on the bench, and the sympathy 
for the lawyer pleading the case, all added up to what
The South has represented for so many generations—apathy, demogogery 
and economic insecurity.
"The appalling thing," the lawyer told the judge, "is that
you will eventually find many of your good Negro citizens leaving
the South, carrying their skills with them."
More appalling was the fact that the Judge knew this to be
true, but because of folk ways, traditions and customs deep in
the roots of the South, he could do nothing about it at the time.
He perhaps cursed himself for being in the position and prayed
to his "Maker" that the day would come when he could act justly.
And the real story was to come sooner than many anticipated.
The South has lost a lot of its original skilled and sincere
manpower during the past twenty years, and nearly all of it has
been Negroes. Nearly 1,000,000 Negroes have migrated to the
East, the midwest and the far West during the past decade. And
the trend continues.
It is obvious, as the judge was told later, that when Negroes
move out of the South they produce wealth for other regions. It
is estimated that the migrating workers take with them an estimated 
$60,000,000 annually in terms of skills. By 1960, if the
trend continues, the South will have lost more than a billion
dollars since World War II.
In terms of real economics, there is the hard possibility that
the South's economy may be riding for a fall in years to come.
The unprecedented sums being laid out for education and the
continued near-sighted fight in defense of bigotry may all add
up to staggering costs in terms of manpower and skills. It took a
Negro lawyer to see this more than twenty years ago.

The Staggering Costs Of Prejudice
BY WILLIAM GORDON
Managing Editor, Atlanta Dally World
A famous Southern mayor said only recently that, "What the
South has achieved came about through the skills, and the sweat
and blood of the Negro."
This same distinguished city official ventured further to say
that much more could have been achieved, and in far less time,
if more opportunities could have been available for members of
the race. Then he began to document his thesis with examples and
figures while pointing to what the South could have avoided if
it had been willing to drop its prejudices.
The words of the Mayor carried a lot of weight, taking into
consideration what has happened in population shifts during
recent years. And another vivid and interesting picture emerges
to bear out his statement. The incident goes back, even before
World War II.
It is a court room scene in the deep South, and a Negro
lawyer walks slowly toward the bench.
"Your honor," he said, "this case has far more significance
than what appears on surface. The implications are far-reaching."
The judge sat there seemingly breathless. And the spectators
seemed equally still while they sat there listening for the aftermath. 
The case was on educational facilities.
It was a packed house with people of both races. The Negroes
were all mixed in the crowd and they presented a picture of dead
seriousness. They were of all age levels. There were those who
had worked and suffered in the South. The deep lines across their
faces, the piercing gaze at the judge on the bench, and the sympathy 
for the lawyer pleading the case, all added up to what
The South has represented for so many generations—apathy, demogogery 
and economic insecurity.
"The appalling thing," the lawyer told the judge, "is that
you will eventually find many of your good Negro citizens leaving
the South, carrying their skills with them."
More appalling was the fact that the Judge knew this to be
true, but because of folk ways, traditions and customs deep in
the roots of the South, he could do nothing about it at the time.
He perhaps cursed himself for being in the position and prayed
to his "Maker" that the day would come when he could act justly.
And the real story was to come sooner than many anticipated.
The South has lost a lot of its original skilled and sincere
manpower during the past twenty years, and nearly all of it has
been Negroes. Nearly 1,000,000 Negroes have migrated to the
East, the midwest and the far West during the past decade. And
the trend continues.
It is obvious, as the judge was told later, that when Negroes
move out of the South they produce wealth for other regions. It
is estimated that the migrating workers take with them an estimated 
$60,000,000 annually in terms of skills. By 1960, if the
trend continues, the South will have lost more than a billion
dollars since World War II.
In terms of real economics, there is the hard possibility that
the South's economy may be riding for a fall in years to come.
The unprecedented sums being laid out for education and the
continued near-sighted fight in defense of bigotry may all add
up to staggering costs in terms of manpower and skills. It took a
Negro lawyer to see this more than twenty years ago.

MY WEEKLY
SERMON
REV. BLAIR T. HUNT,
PASTOR
MISSISSIPPI BLVD. CHRISTIAN
CHURCH, MEMPHIS
TEXT: ""Oh, that I had wings like
a dove!"—Psalm 55:6.
* * * *
More than 300 years ago there
came to this great land of opportunity 
groups of black men...
slaves, if you please. These African
slaves found a religion beautifully
adapted to their needs. The folklore 
of the Old Testament gave a
rich outlet for emotion and worship. 
Jesus re-took His place as the
Bleeding Lamb... A Savior who
bore all suffering and wiped away
all tears. The Negro preachers were
"wines" on which the black man
was carried into glory.
The Negro preacher created a
heaven as miraculous escape from
a dire world... a luscious compensation 
for earthly suffering. The
expression of all this poured forth
in the spirituals, hymns of the Negro 
and by the Negro. These spirituals 
were pregnant with soul meaning 
and the contorts of Heaven. Illustrative 
of the mythical aspirations 
and eternally-vaulting hope of
the Negro is that sprightly beautiful 
old Spiritual, "All God's Chillun 
Got Wings"...
"I got wing...
You got wings:
All God's Chillun Got Wings...'
And thus welcome the re-emphasis
on our subject, "All God's Chillun
Got Wings"...
True... all of us have "wings'
Some have not sprouted. Some of
our wings are soiled. Some are broken... 
some singed... some
white... brown... black...
yellow.
Too, many of God's chillun who
have "wings" have never flown."
They have not flown because they
have never had a chance to fly
Their "wings have been clipped by
circumstances over which they had
no control."
Our black... brown... and
yellow "wings" have been soiled,
broken, crippled, and clipped by ignorance... 
crime... poverty
... and mis-direction. We have
not been able to spread our "wings"
because of odds against the Negro
... discrimination... prejudice
... and caste which assail us to
our hurt and to the hurt of the
whole nation Remember... the
hater is hurt more than the hated
The Negro and the underprivileged 
and unfortunate white man
are like birds... doves... with
broken wings... clipped...
non-flying wings.
Too our fathers have been plucked. 
We sometimes pluck out our
own feathers... to our own hurt.
We pluck at and pluck out the

wrong feathers... such as goodness... 
love... temperance
... peace... optimism...
faith. We then, try to-fly,... but
can't!
Yet, some fathers needed to be
plucked nut, e. g., hatred... Envyings... 
strife... dishonesty
etc. They are dead weight. They
Keep us from flying!
"Let us wait(attend) upon the
Lord"... And we "Shall mount
up with wings as an eagle."
Yes, I've got "wings"... wings
of music... wings of physical
strength... wings of moral stamina... 
wings of faith... wings
of religion... wings once soiled,
but now cleansed by Calvary's
blood...
"Ive got wings...
You've got wings...
All God's chillun got wings..."
Wings which the soiled... broken... 
crippled and clipped...
They must be cleansed... healed
... and made whole by a continued 
and intelligent application of
the ointment of education... The
liniment of good will... the bondage 
of brotherhood.... through
Jesus Christ...
"All of God's Chillun Got Wings"
... all of God's chillun want to
fly... all of God's chillun should
"fly" and move into the realms
where God's chillun belong... in
that land of many mansions, where
one may "chatter with the Father
and argue with the Son and talk
about the land where he came from"
... for, I've got wings... you've
got wings... all of God's chillun
have got wings!

"ALL GOD'S CHILLUN
GOT WINGS"
REV. BLAIR T. HUNT,
PASTOR
MISSISSIPPI BLVD. CHRISTIAN
CHURCH, MEMPHIS
TEXT: ""Oh, that I had wings like
a dove!"—Psalm 55:6.
* * * *
More than 300 years ago there
came to this great land of opportunity 
groups of black men...
slaves, if you please. These African
slaves found a religion beautifully
adapted to their needs. The folklore 
of the Old Testament gave a
rich outlet for emotion and worship. 
Jesus re-took His place as the
Bleeding Lamb... A Savior who
bore all suffering and wiped away
all tears. The Negro preachers were
"wines" on which the black man
was carried into glory.
The Negro preacher created a
heaven as miraculous escape from
a dire world... a luscious compensation 
for earthly suffering. The
expression of all this poured forth
in the spirituals, hymns of the Negro 
and by the Negro. These spirituals 
were pregnant with soul meaning 
and the contorts of Heaven. Illustrative 
of the mythical aspirations 
and eternally-vaulting hope of
the Negro is that sprightly beautiful 
old Spiritual, "All God's Chillun 
Got Wings"...
"I got wing...
You got wings:
All God's Chillun Got Wings...'
And thus welcome the re-emphasis
on our subject, "All God's Chillun
Got Wings"...
True... all of us have "wings'
Some have not sprouted. Some of
our wings are soiled. Some are broken... 
some singed... some
white... brown... black...
yellow.
Too, many of God's chillun who
have "wings" have never flown."
They have not flown because they
have never had a chance to fly
Their "wings have been clipped by
circumstances over which they had
no control."
Our black... brown... and
yellow "wings" have been soiled,
broken, crippled, and clipped by ignorance... 
crime... poverty
... and mis-direction. We have
not been able to spread our "wings"
because of odds against the Negro
... discrimination... prejudice
... and caste which assail us to
our hurt and to the hurt of the
whole nation Remember... the
hater is hurt more than the hated
The Negro and the underprivileged 
and unfortunate white man
are like birds... doves... with
broken wings... clipped...
non-flying wings.
Too our fathers have been plucked. 
We sometimes pluck out our
own feathers... to our own hurt.
We pluck at and pluck out the

wrong feathers... such as goodness... 
love... temperance
... peace... optimism...
faith. We then, try to-fly,... but
can't!
Yet, some fathers needed to be
plucked nut, e. g., hatred... Envyings... 
strife... dishonesty
etc. They are dead weight. They
Keep us from flying!
"Let us wait(attend) upon the
Lord"... And we "Shall mount
up with wings as an eagle."
Yes, I've got "wings"... wings
of music... wings of physical
strength... wings of moral stamina... 
wings of faith... wings
of religion... wings once soiled,
but now cleansed by Calvary's
blood...
"Ive got wings...
You've got wings...
All God's chillun got wings..."
Wings which the soiled... broken... 
crippled and clipped...
They must be cleansed... healed
... and made whole by a continued 
and intelligent application of
the ointment of education... The
liniment of good will... the bondage 
of brotherhood.... through
Jesus Christ...
"All of God's Chillun Got Wings"
... all of God's chillun want to
fly... all of God's chillun should
"fly" and move into the realms
where God's chillun belong... in
that land of many mansions, where
one may "chatter with the Father
and argue with the Son and talk
about the land where he came from"
... for, I've got wings... you've
got wings... all of God's chillun
have got wings!

Mamborettes Hold
Gala Party Fete
The recently organized Mamborettes 
Social Club threw their first
party Saturday night, February, 12.
Coupler and guests present were
Bessie Boyd and Fred Earl Echols
Fannie Boyd and Walter Grady Jr.
Ruth Ester Doggett and John Byas
Erma Rhodes and James Vann, Betty 
Gillis and Charles Howard, Doris
Young and Leon Alston, Barbara
Davis, Leon Taylor, Robert Asken,
George Beauregard, Robert Bacon,
Ollie Davis, Melvin Woods, Joseph
Woods and Jerry Jones. The club
thanked Mrs. Ann Gillis for being
their advisor.
Officers are Betty Gillis, President, 
Doris Young, Vice-President
Fannie Boyd, Secretary, Christine
Edwards, Treasurer, Fred Earl
Echols, and John Byas, Sweetheart.

The Inheritors
By JANE ABBOTT
Copyright 19 by Jane Abbott Distributed by King Features Syndicate
At 86 Josh Trevitt makes his will,
leaving an equal share of his rambling
farm in New York state to each of his
nieces Mrs. Hester Wilmar, Miss Jennie
Todd and his nephew. Tom Todd. But to
acquire final title, each must remain
three months on the land, those leaving 
sooner relinquishing their share or
shares to the final "resident." Josh
also assigns an acre with tiny cottage,
to Gary Norbeck., a stranger who'd
come to live there. Shortly after making 
his will. Josh falls from a rafter
of his barn, and is killed. At a girl's
school in Cleveland. Ohio, where she
is house-mother, niece Jenny receives
news of her inheritance, and relishes
the prospect of living on a farm. But
in Buffalo, New York. Jennie's sister.
Hester is outraged at the thought of
having to give up social plans for her
debutante daughter, Enid., so as to
benefit by her uncle's will. But Hester
means to benefit and to get Norbeck's
share of the land, too! And since the
whereabouts of nephew Tom Todd, a
"wanderer, is unknown, his teen-age
daughter, Cindy, also in a distant city,
plans to claim her father's share of the
estate. She is hopeful at last of meeting 
with the kin she'd never known.
DAN DOOLEY, who had gone no
further in school than the sevent
grade, and Tommy Todd, a graduate 
from Penn State, had met in
a pool room in Binghamton, New
York. Strangely, so unlike, they
had become good friends. Dan had
been won by Tommy's high spirits
and quick thinking; Tommy, by
recognizing in Dan a man of
staunch, blind loyalty. They had
remained good friends, even though
sometimes months passed without
their meeting and even though
Tommy had taken to ways or making 
a living very different from
Dan's—though Dan, more than
once, thinking back, had had to
admit that except for Brigit that
might not have been so.
Bright and he had no children so
they had taken little Cindy gladly,
loved her as though she were their
own. They had kept from her the
truth of Tommy's activities. Once,
when Cindy questioned him, Dan
had told her that her father was
a business expert. "He goes all
over the country showing people
how to run things."
Dan made a decision. He said to
Bengy: "She's quitting. Quitting
this night."
Bengy stared at him. "How
come? Bet she's taking home a
wad of tips."
She was—she dumped them into
Brigit's lap each night, proudly,
gleefully.
Dan drew up his heavy shoulders, 
put one hand over an inner
pocket where he had carried the
lawyer's letter, along with the
telegram, for over a week, because 
he did not know how to get
it to Tommy.
"She's come into an inheritance.
An uncle, east, in New York state.
She's going to the place to live.
She don't have to tote trays and
take anything from anybody, no
more."
Bengy smiled. "Heard Tommy
was in a jam over in St. Louis.
How does it look for him?"
"He's got out of worse. How
soon can the kid get off?"
"Five minutes."
After what seemed a long time
Cindy came out, dressed now in
her own plaid skirt and a blue
sweater, a beret on her head. She
was carrying a big bunch of yellow 
roses.
"Hi, Dan! Good-night, Bengy."
"Good-night, kid. Good-by."
"Why did Bengy say that?"
asked Cindy as she walked toward
the truck with Dan.
"I'll tell you why later. Where'd
you get those flowers?"
"Aren't they lovely? I found
them in the locker room where
we leave out clothes. Mr. Joseph
Micelli sent them to me."
The lights were on in the third
floor walk-up apartment where
they lived, and Brigit was waiting
for them in the kitchen. Coffee
was on the stove, cups were on
the table and a plate of sandwiches. 
Cindy cried out blithely.
"Here we are," and gave Brigit a
hug and kiss. Then she pushed
the roses into Brigit's hand. "That
isn't all, Brigit! Six dollars and
75 cents tonight. Just a moment
while I get it out!"
Cindy took the money from her
handbag and put it into Brigit's
hand. "There—that's towards a
new dress, Mama Brigit. Maybe
tomorrow night I'll make more."
"You're quitting there, colleen,"
Dan said. "Quitting tonight."
"It, it's that Mr. Micelli—that's
silly. He's never spoken a word
to me that wasn't all right! A lot
of others do—only I pretend I
don't hear them. Oh, Dan..."
"Sit down, Cindy, I've news for
you."
Dan drew the thick envelope
from his pocket, spread the sheets
it held out on the table. "You've
come into an inheritance, Cindy,
this says. Leastways your father
has, and what's his is yours, near
as I know law. It's a place somewhere 
in New York state—belonged 
to your father's uncle, Jehosophat 
Trevett."
"Does my father know?" cried
Cindy.
"Not yet. And he's too busy just
now to bother with it. So I thought
you and I could take care of it.
You got to go to this place, up
country, first, Cindy. Live there
three months this summer. Says
so on this paper. Tommy can't go
just now, so you got to go."
"You won't be alone up there.
It says here the house is divided
up. Mrs. Hester Wilmer gets a
third, Miss Jennie Todd a third,
and you and Tommy the same.
They got to go there and live same
as you, or else lose it."
"But who are they, Dan?" Cindy
and Brigit asked in one voice.
"Your aunts, Cindy. Your father's 
sisters, I figure from this."
Dan folded the papers. "Before
tomorrow," he said. "Figure I'd
start with Cindy and her things
tomorrow, soon as I can get the
truck greased, and drive up there
to this place."
"Oh, Daddy Dan, you'll go with
me?" cried Cindy gladly.
"I can spare the time, and I
want to see you all safe there.
Have a talk with this lawyer fellow, 
too."
Cindy fell on the food Brigit had
had ready. Brigit and Dan ate
nothing.
Finished, Cindy carried her cup
to the sink. "I'll go and put out
my things." She ran out of the
room.
Brigit and Dan sat in a heavy

silence for a moment. Then Brigit
whispered: "It's—Tommy?"
"Yeah."
"He's—in?"
"For questioning. It was in the
newspapers."
Tommy was not using his own
name.
* * *
Wick Middleton left his car in
the drive at the Trevett place and
went on foot over a track road
that crossed the fields to the south
acre. A way familiar to him for it
led to the creek and woods, and
he had gone along it often in the
past, with fishing rod or gun. But
he did not think of those times
now. He thought of Gary Norbeck. 
He had come up here twice
before and had found the cabin
empty and locked. Wick had not
seen him in the village since that
day, almost two weeks past, now.
He did not know whether Norbeck
had received the copy of the will
he had mailed to him.
Today, when he reached the
cabin he found the door wide open.
Gary Norbeck appeared in it.
"Good afternoon. I'm glad to
find you here, Norbeck. I've tried
twice before to get in touch with
you."
Gary Norbeck said: "I only returned 
yesterday. Come in." He
stood aside for Wick to pass by
him into the cabin.
Wick was surprised at its interior. 
He had expected to see it
rough, makeshift, and instead it
had a finished, livable look. At one
end, where there was a window to
the north, stood an easel and a
table covered with tubes and
brushes. In the other end was a
small stove with cupboards along
the wall back of it. Other cupboards 
had been built in between
the uprights, a desk, with shelves
over it, another table and two
chairs. Wick had another thought
—all this took money.
"Will you sit down?" Gary Norbeck 
indicated one of the two
chairs. But when Wick sat down,
he remained standing.
"You got the copy of the old
man's will?"
"Yes."
"You know, then, that Jehosophat 
willed this south acre to you
outright."
"Yes."
"And you know of the rather
peculiar provisions he put in where
his direct heirs are concerned?"
"Yes."
"Possibly Jehosophat talked all
that over with you?"
"No, He never talked of it to
me."
"In my office, the day Josh came
to me to write his will, he spoke
of savings that amounted to $6,000
or so. I find he had only about
$4,000 in the bank. That's puzzled
me a little. You'd know, perhaps,
if he were one to hide money away
in tin cans or such? I looked over
his wing in the back of the house
but I didn't find any money."
Gary said stiffly: "We never
talked about money. I know nothing 
about how much he had—or
where he might have kept it. I
never intruded on his personal affairs." 



SYNOPSIS
By JANE ABBOTT
Copyright 19 by Jane Abbott Distributed by King Features Syndicate
At 86 Josh Trevitt makes his will,
leaving an equal share of his rambling
farm in New York state to each of his
nieces Mrs. Hester Wilmar, Miss Jennie
Todd and his nephew. Tom Todd. But to
acquire final title, each must remain
three months on the land, those leaving 
sooner relinquishing their share or
shares to the final "resident." Josh
also assigns an acre with tiny cottage,
to Gary Norbeck., a stranger who'd
come to live there. Shortly after making 
his will. Josh falls from a rafter
of his barn, and is killed. At a girl's
school in Cleveland. Ohio, where she
is house-mother, niece Jenny receives
news of her inheritance, and relishes
the prospect of living on a farm. But
in Buffalo, New York. Jennie's sister.
Hester is outraged at the thought of
having to give up social plans for her
debutante daughter, Enid., so as to
benefit by her uncle's will. But Hester
means to benefit and to get Norbeck's
share of the land, too! And since the
whereabouts of nephew Tom Todd, a
"wanderer, is unknown, his teen-age
daughter, Cindy, also in a distant city,
plans to claim her father's share of the
estate. She is hopeful at last of meeting 
with the kin she'd never known.
DAN DOOLEY, who had gone no
further in school than the sevent
grade, and Tommy Todd, a graduate 
from Penn State, had met in
a pool room in Binghamton, New
York. Strangely, so unlike, they
had become good friends. Dan had
been won by Tommy's high spirits
and quick thinking; Tommy, by
recognizing in Dan a man of
staunch, blind loyalty. They had
remained good friends, even though
sometimes months passed without
their meeting and even though
Tommy had taken to ways or making 
a living very different from
Dan's—though Dan, more than
once, thinking back, had had to
admit that except for Brigit that
might not have been so.
Bright and he had no children so
they had taken little Cindy gladly,
loved her as though she were their
own. They had kept from her the
truth of Tommy's activities. Once,
when Cindy questioned him, Dan
had told her that her father was
a business expert. "He goes all
over the country showing people
how to run things."
Dan made a decision. He said to
Bengy: "She's quitting. Quitting
this night."
Bengy stared at him. "How
come? Bet she's taking home a
wad of tips."
She was—she dumped them into
Brigit's lap each night, proudly,
gleefully.
Dan drew up his heavy shoulders, 
put one hand over an inner
pocket where he had carried the
lawyer's letter, along with the
telegram, for over a week, because 
he did not know how to get
it to Tommy.
"She's come into an inheritance.
An uncle, east, in New York state.
She's going to the place to live.
She don't have to tote trays and
take anything from anybody, no
more."
Bengy smiled. "Heard Tommy
was in a jam over in St. Louis.
How does it look for him?"
"He's got out of worse. How
soon can the kid get off?"
"Five minutes."
After what seemed a long time
Cindy came out, dressed now in
her own plaid skirt and a blue
sweater, a beret on her head. She
was carrying a big bunch of yellow 
roses.
"Hi, Dan! Good-night, Bengy."
"Good-night, kid. Good-by."
"Why did Bengy say that?"
asked Cindy as she walked toward
the truck with Dan.
"I'll tell you why later. Where'd
you get those flowers?"
"Aren't they lovely? I found
them in the locker room where
we leave out clothes. Mr. Joseph
Micelli sent them to me."
The lights were on in the third
floor walk-up apartment where
they lived, and Brigit was waiting
for them in the kitchen. Coffee
was on the stove, cups were on
the table and a plate of sandwiches. 
Cindy cried out blithely.
"Here we are," and gave Brigit a
hug and kiss. Then she pushed
the roses into Brigit's hand. "That
isn't all, Brigit! Six dollars and
75 cents tonight. Just a moment
while I get it out!"
Cindy took the money from her
handbag and put it into Brigit's
hand. "There—that's towards a
new dress, Mama Brigit. Maybe
tomorrow night I'll make more."
"You're quitting there, colleen,"
Dan said. "Quitting tonight."
"It, it's that Mr. Micelli—that's
silly. He's never spoken a word
to me that wasn't all right! A lot
of others do—only I pretend I
don't hear them. Oh, Dan..."
"Sit down, Cindy, I've news for
you."
Dan drew the thick envelope
from his pocket, spread the sheets
it held out on the table. "You've
come into an inheritance, Cindy,
this says. Leastways your father
has, and what's his is yours, near
as I know law. It's a place somewhere 
in New York state—belonged 
to your father's uncle, Jehosophat 
Trevett."
"Does my father know?" cried
Cindy.
"Not yet. And he's too busy just
now to bother with it. So I thought
you and I could take care of it.
You got to go to this place, up
country, first, Cindy. Live there
three months this summer. Says
so on this paper. Tommy can't go
just now, so you got to go."
"You won't be alone up there.
It says here the house is divided
up. Mrs. Hester Wilmer gets a
third, Miss Jennie Todd a third,
and you and Tommy the same.
They got to go there and live same
as you, or else lose it."
"But who are they, Dan?" Cindy
and Brigit asked in one voice.
"Your aunts, Cindy. Your father's 
sisters, I figure from this."
Dan folded the papers. "Before
tomorrow," he said. "Figure I'd
start with Cindy and her things
tomorrow, soon as I can get the
truck greased, and drive up there
to this place."
"Oh, Daddy Dan, you'll go with
me?" cried Cindy gladly.
"I can spare the time, and I
want to see you all safe there.
Have a talk with this lawyer fellow, 
too."
Cindy fell on the food Brigit had
had ready. Brigit and Dan ate
nothing.
Finished, Cindy carried her cup
to the sink. "I'll go and put out
my things." She ran out of the
room.
Brigit and Dan sat in a heavy

silence for a moment. Then Brigit
whispered: "It's—Tommy?"
"Yeah."
"He's—in?"
"For questioning. It was in the
newspapers."
Tommy was not using his own
name.
* * *
Wick Middleton left his car in
the drive at the Trevett place and
went on foot over a track road
that crossed the fields to the south
acre. A way familiar to him for it
led to the creek and woods, and
he had gone along it often in the
past, with fishing rod or gun. But
he did not think of those times
now. He thought of Gary Norbeck. 
He had come up here twice
before and had found the cabin
empty and locked. Wick had not
seen him in the village since that
day, almost two weeks past, now.
He did not know whether Norbeck
had received the copy of the will
he had mailed to him.
Today, when he reached the
cabin he found the door wide open.
Gary Norbeck appeared in it.
"Good afternoon. I'm glad to
find you here, Norbeck. I've tried
twice before to get in touch with
you."
Gary Norbeck said: "I only returned 
yesterday. Come in." He
stood aside for Wick to pass by
him into the cabin.
Wick was surprised at its interior. 
He had expected to see it
rough, makeshift, and instead it
had a finished, livable look. At one
end, where there was a window to
the north, stood an easel and a
table covered with tubes and
brushes. In the other end was a
small stove with cupboards along
the wall back of it. Other cupboards 
had been built in between
the uprights, a desk, with shelves
over it, another table and two
chairs. Wick had another thought
—all this took money.
"Will you sit down?" Gary Norbeck 
indicated one of the two
chairs. But when Wick sat down,
he remained standing.
"You got the copy of the old
man's will?"
"Yes."
"You know, then, that Jehosophat 
willed this south acre to you
outright."
"Yes."
"And you know of the rather
peculiar provisions he put in where
his direct heirs are concerned?"
"Yes."
"Possibly Jehosophat talked all
that over with you?"
"No, He never talked of it to
me."
"In my office, the day Josh came
to me to write his will, he spoke
of savings that amounted to $6,000
or so. I find he had only about
$4,000 in the bank. That's puzzled
me a little. You'd know, perhaps,
if he were one to hide money away
in tin cans or such? I looked over
his wing in the back of the house
but I didn't find any money."
Gary said stiffly: "We never
talked about money. I know nothing 
about how much he had—or
where he might have kept it. I
never intruded on his personal affairs." 



CHAPTER SIX
By JANE ABBOTT
Copyright 19 by Jane Abbott Distributed by King Features Syndicate
At 86 Josh Trevitt makes his will,
leaving an equal share of his rambling
farm in New York state to each of his
nieces Mrs. Hester Wilmar, Miss Jennie
Todd and his nephew. Tom Todd. But to
acquire final title, each must remain
three months on the land, those leaving 
sooner relinquishing their share or
shares to the final "resident." Josh
also assigns an acre with tiny cottage,
to Gary Norbeck., a stranger who'd
come to live there. Shortly after making 
his will. Josh falls from a rafter
of his barn, and is killed. At a girl's
school in Cleveland. Ohio, where she
is house-mother, niece Jenny receives
news of her inheritance, and relishes
the prospect of living on a farm. But
in Buffalo, New York. Jennie's sister.
Hester is outraged at the thought of
having to give up social plans for her
debutante daughter, Enid., so as to
benefit by her uncle's will. But Hester
means to benefit and to get Norbeck's
share of the land, too! And since the
whereabouts of nephew Tom Todd, a
"wanderer, is unknown, his teen-age
daughter, Cindy, also in a distant city,
plans to claim her father's share of the
estate. She is hopeful at last of meeting 
with the kin she'd never known.
DAN DOOLEY, who had gone no
further in school than the sevent
grade, and Tommy Todd, a graduate 
from Penn State, had met in
a pool room in Binghamton, New
York. Strangely, so unlike, they
had become good friends. Dan had
been won by Tommy's high spirits
and quick thinking; Tommy, by
recognizing in Dan a man of
staunch, blind loyalty. They had
remained good friends, even though
sometimes months passed without
their meeting and even though
Tommy had taken to ways or making 
a living very different from
Dan's—though Dan, more than
once, thinking back, had had to
admit that except for Brigit that
might not have been so.
Bright and he had no children so
they had taken little Cindy gladly,
loved her as though she were their
own. They had kept from her the
truth of Tommy's activities. Once,
when Cindy questioned him, Dan
had told her that her father was
a business expert. "He goes all
over the country showing people
how to run things."
Dan made a decision. He said to
Bengy: "She's quitting. Quitting
this night."
Bengy stared at him. "How
come? Bet she's taking home a
wad of tips."
She was—she dumped them into
Brigit's lap each night, proudly,
gleefully.
Dan drew up his heavy shoulders, 
put one hand over an inner
pocket where he had carried the
lawyer's letter, along with the
telegram, for over a week, because 
he did not know how to get
it to Tommy.
"She's come into an inheritance.
An uncle, east, in New York state.
She's going to the place to live.
She don't have to tote trays and
take anything from anybody, no
more."
Bengy smiled. "Heard Tommy
was in a jam over in St. Louis.
How does it look for him?"
"He's got out of worse. How
soon can the kid get off?"
"Five minutes."
After what seemed a long time
Cindy came out, dressed now in
her own plaid skirt and a blue
sweater, a beret on her head. She
was carrying a big bunch of yellow 
roses.
"Hi, Dan! Good-night, Bengy."
"Good-night, kid. Good-by."
"Why did Bengy say that?"
asked Cindy as she walked toward
the truck with Dan.
"I'll tell you why later. Where'd
you get those flowers?"
"Aren't they lovely? I found
them in the locker room where
we leave out clothes. Mr. Joseph
Micelli sent them to me."
The lights were on in the third
floor walk-up apartment where
they lived, and Brigit was waiting
for them in the kitchen. Coffee
was on the stove, cups were on
the table and a plate of sandwiches. 
Cindy cried out blithely.
"Here we are," and gave Brigit a
hug and kiss. Then she pushed
the roses into Brigit's hand. "That
isn't all, Brigit! Six dollars and
75 cents tonight. Just a moment
while I get it out!"
Cindy took the money from her
handbag and put it into Brigit's
hand. "There—that's towards a
new dress, Mama Brigit. Maybe
tomorrow night I'll make more."
"You're quitting there, colleen,"
Dan said. "Quitting tonight."
"It, it's that Mr. Micelli—that's
silly. He's never spoken a word
to me that wasn't all right! A lot
of others do—only I pretend I
don't hear them. Oh, Dan..."
"Sit down, Cindy, I've news for
you."
Dan drew the thick envelope
from his pocket, spread the sheets
it held out on the table. "You've
come into an inheritance, Cindy,
this says. Leastways your father
has, and what's his is yours, near
as I know law. It's a place somewhere 
in New York state—belonged 
to your father's uncle, Jehosophat 
Trevett."
"Does my father know?" cried
Cindy.
"Not yet. And he's too busy just
now to bother with it. So I thought
you and I could take care of it.
You got to go to this place, up
country, first, Cindy. Live there
three months this summer. Says
so on this paper. Tommy can't go
just now, so you got to go."
"You won't be alone up there.
It says here the house is divided
up. Mrs. Hester Wilmer gets a
third, Miss Jennie Todd a third,
and you and Tommy the same.
They got to go there and live same
as you, or else lose it."
"But who are they, Dan?" Cindy
and Brigit asked in one voice.
"Your aunts, Cindy. Your father's 
sisters, I figure from this."
Dan folded the papers. "Before
tomorrow," he said. "Figure I'd
start with Cindy and her things
tomorrow, soon as I can get the
truck greased, and drive up there
to this place."
"Oh, Daddy Dan, you'll go with
me?" cried Cindy gladly.
"I can spare the time, and I
want to see you all safe there.
Have a talk with this lawyer fellow, 
too."
Cindy fell on the food Brigit had
had ready. Brigit and Dan ate
nothing.
Finished, Cindy carried her cup
to the sink. "I'll go and put out
my things." She ran out of the
room.
Brigit and Dan sat in a heavy

silence for a moment. Then Brigit
whispered: "It's—Tommy?"
"Yeah."
"He's—in?"
"For questioning. It was in the
newspapers."
Tommy was not using his own
name.
* * *
Wick Middleton left his car in
the drive at the Trevett place and
went on foot over a track road
that crossed the fields to the south
acre. A way familiar to him for it
led to the creek and woods, and
he had gone along it often in the
past, with fishing rod or gun. But
he did not think of those times
now. He thought of Gary Norbeck. 
He had come up here twice
before and had found the cabin
empty and locked. Wick had not
seen him in the village since that
day, almost two weeks past, now.
He did not know whether Norbeck
had received the copy of the will
he had mailed to him.
Today, when he reached the
cabin he found the door wide open.
Gary Norbeck appeared in it.
"Good afternoon. I'm glad to
find you here, Norbeck. I've tried
twice before to get in touch with
you."
Gary Norbeck said: "I only returned 
yesterday. Come in." He
stood aside for Wick to pass by
him into the cabin.
Wick was surprised at its interior. 
He had expected to see it
rough, makeshift, and instead it
had a finished, livable look. At one
end, where there was a window to
the north, stood an easel and a
table covered with tubes and
brushes. In the other end was a
small stove with cupboards along
the wall back of it. Other cupboards 
had been built in between
the uprights, a desk, with shelves
over it, another table and two
chairs. Wick had another thought
—all this took money.
"Will you sit down?" Gary Norbeck 
indicated one of the two
chairs. But when Wick sat down,
he remained standing.
"You got the copy of the old
man's will?"
"Yes."
"You know, then, that Jehosophat 
willed this south acre to you
outright."
"Yes."
"And you know of the rather
peculiar provisions he put in where
his direct heirs are concerned?"
"Yes."
"Possibly Jehosophat talked all
that over with you?"
"No, He never talked of it to
me."
"In my office, the day Josh came
to me to write his will, he spoke
of savings that amounted to $6,000
or so. I find he had only about
$4,000 in the bank. That's puzzled
me a little. You'd know, perhaps,
if he were one to hide money away
in tin cans or such? I looked over
his wing in the back of the house
but I didn't find any money."
Gary said stiffly: "We never
talked about money. I know nothing 
about how much he had—or
where he might have kept it. I
never intruded on his personal affairs." 



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will be accepted from
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BROTHERHOOD WEEK




Rumors Scotched Concerning
Possible Change Of Presidency
Rumors
concerning a possible change in the
presidency of A and T College circulated 
about the state early this
week were scotched late Tuesday
afternoon by officials of the college 
trustee board.
An exclusive story appearing in
a prominent Raleigh newspaper
(News and Observer) on Wednesday, 
Feb. 16, stated, "Rumor: Dr.
Harold L. Trigg, Raleigh Negro
educator State Board of Education 
member and former president
of Raleigh's St. Augustine's College
is being considered for appointment 
as president of the State's
big A. and T. College for Negroes
at Greensboro.
"Fact: Charles A. Hines of
Greensboro, chairman of the A.
and T. College Board of Trustees
said last night that he knows nothing 
of the rumor.
"It's news to me," Hines reported. 
"We haven't had a meeting of
the board since October. This is
the first time I've heard a Dr.
Trigg mentioned."
Hines was contacted by telephone. 
He said that so far as he
and other A. and T. College trustees 
are concerned, the school's
present president, Dr. F. D. Blu
ford 
is expected to continue on
the job.
"I talked to him recently," Hines
said. "He didn't indicate he plans
to retire."
"Shelley Caviness of Greensboro, 
vice chairman of trustees,
likewise said he had heard nothing
of the report."
The president of A. and T. College 
is elected by the college trustee 
board.

FINE ARTS CLUB
SLATES MUSICAL
At the regular monthly meeting
of the Fine Arts club, Mrs. B. F.
McCleave, president, at the home of
Dr. and Mrs. M. W. Watson plans
were announced for the club's
Spring Musical.
The musical will be staged to introduce 
to the public the many unheralded 
young musicians. The proceeds 
form the program will be used
for music scholarships.

Tempers Flare

a disgrace to the District of Columbia 
and our government. He should
be immediately investigated and
dismissed.
"Every day he stays in office is
a complete denial of democracy,
your policy, and President Eisenhower's 
views."
Commissioner Spencer replied
immediately that he would "look
into the matter fully"

Colleges Select

Lonnie Briscoe
John Outlaw
Willie Coger
Charles Tisdale
Mr. and Mrs. Willie Presley
Miss Etha Wiggins
Mrs. Maude Collins.

Memphis Polio

ticipatlng in a polio vaccination
program." Mr. Freeman said. "They
have been working for that day a
long time.
"Parents should be informed about 
it, but they must also be cautioned 
not to let their hopes run
away with them. Preparedness does
NOT mean that polio prevention has
been established as yet. It means

only that II' the vaccine is licensed
in the spring, we will lose no precious 
time in putting it to use."

LETTERS TO THE
Editor
(EDITOR'S NOTE: The following
letter was submitted to us from a
white Memphis World subscriber
who alleges that hih is the second
of two letters submitted to one of
the dailies dealing with the race
question, but which were never
printed. By printing this letter the
Memphis World neither agrees or
disagrees with the views expressed
by the writer, but offers it for the
consideration of our readers.)
Dear Sir:
I recently wrote a letter regarding 
the moral and ethical contradictions 
between our religious teachings 
on brotherhood and the practice 
of forced segregation, discrimination 
and racial prejudice. Impressed 
approval of the position
taken by a Mr. Jones, who recently
in your paper called for the people
to speak out in favor of integration.
He pointed out the high cost of
prejudice.
Last Sunday, you printed two letters 
calling for continued segregation 
in our school. These letters are
typical of the reasoning displayed
by people, who unfortunately fail
to logically deduce what is correct
in a given premise. Their reasoning
is based on a misconception of
what democratic precept as set
forth in our U. S. Constitution.
Since the Commercial failed to
publish my previous letter, I have
hopes that this letter may appear
in rebuttal to the pro-segregation
letters.
My views on Jim Crow statutes,
discrimination of the Negro people
and segregation, in general, have for
many years made me the target of
those who do not believe a white
person should be allowed to speak
out unequivocably against racial discrimination. 
I have been testified
falsely against, and been views deliberately 
distorted by people who do
not agree with me. I have been fired
from a number of jobs because of
this, but I refuse to give up my belief 
in equality and justice.
To bolster my argument regarding 
the moral, ethical, economic and
political wrong in school segregation, 
I would like to quote from the
publication: "The Negro in American 
Life," a booklet issued by the
United States Information Service
and distributed in Memphis by the
agents of the Federal Bureau of
Investigation:
"In the eyes of many, such positive 
efforts mark the beginning of
the most creative phases of Negro
progress. Unlike the programs of
the reconstruction period following
the Civil War, these efforts do not
impose reforms in the South by authorization 
methods, the leaders of
the new reconstruction know that
in matters of education and political 
growth, means determine ends—
THAT THE ONLY WAY TO
LEARN DEMOCRACY IS TO
PRACTICE IT. As practice and discrimination 
are eliminated from
American life, the Negro's rights are
being established. These rights are
not merely embodied in laws on statute 
books; they are in what parents 
tell their children IN THE
DAILY INTERCOURSE BETWEEN
THE RACES IN PUBLIC SCHOOLS,
in College, and at work. In this
sense, the 20th century for Negro
and white Americans alike has been
one of notable achievement."
(Page 13, of above quote a booklet) 

I understand, of course, that the
above quoted booklet is distributed
in foreign countries, in order that
people there may feel that we are
doing a job against discrimination
and segregation, and to a point we
are, but we have a long road to go
before we can say the above quotation 
is typical of the relationship of
the races in the South.
A forth right stand in favor of
implementing the Supreme Court
decision on public schools, a re-affirmation 
of our belief in the Judio-Christian 
teachings of brotherhood, 
and an outright attack on pious 
hypocrisy which protests platitudes, 
but nurtures racial hatred and
discrimination will truly bring freedom 
and equality to all our people. 

The segregationist who would use
"force and violence" against the law
of our Federal Government are
guilty of disloyalty and subversion.
The leaders, in government, who
falsely swear to uphold the Constitution 
and preach circumvention of
the law are guilty of treason. These
men should be ferreted out and investigated 
and indicted by the FBI.
This agency spends too much time
and money investigating people like
me, who have never been guilty of
anything but upholding the Constitution 
and our democratic traditions. 

—L. E. McGurty.

READER SPEAKS
(EDITOR'S NOTE: The following
letter was submitted to us from a
white Memphis World subscriber
who alleges that hih is the second
of two letters submitted to one of
the dailies dealing with the race
question, but which were never
printed. By printing this letter the
Memphis World neither agrees or
disagrees with the views expressed
by the writer, but offers it for the
consideration of our readers.)
Dear Sir:
I recently wrote a letter regarding 
the moral and ethical contradictions 
between our religious teachings 
on brotherhood and the practice 
of forced segregation, discrimination 
and racial prejudice. Impressed 
approval of the position
taken by a Mr. Jones, who recently
in your paper called for the people
to speak out in favor of integration.
He pointed out the high cost of
prejudice.
Last Sunday, you printed two letters 
calling for continued segregation 
in our school. These letters are
typical of the reasoning displayed
by people, who unfortunately fail
to logically deduce what is correct
in a given premise. Their reasoning
is based on a misconception of
what democratic precept as set
forth in our U. S. Constitution.
Since the Commercial failed to
publish my previous letter, I have
hopes that this letter may appear
in rebuttal to the pro-segregation
letters.
My views on Jim Crow statutes,
discrimination of the Negro people
and segregation, in general, have for
many years made me the target of
those who do not believe a white
person should be allowed to speak
out unequivocably against racial discrimination. 
I have been testified
falsely against, and been views deliberately 
distorted by people who do
not agree with me. I have been fired
from a number of jobs because of
this, but I refuse to give up my belief 
in equality and justice.
To bolster my argument regarding 
the moral, ethical, economic and
political wrong in school segregation, 
I would like to quote from the
publication: "The Negro in American 
Life," a booklet issued by the
United States Information Service
and distributed in Memphis by the
agents of the Federal Bureau of
Investigation:
"In the eyes of many, such positive 
efforts mark the beginning of
the most creative phases of Negro
progress. Unlike the programs of
the reconstruction period following
the Civil War, these efforts do not
impose reforms in the South by authorization 
methods, the leaders of
the new reconstruction know that
in matters of education and political 
growth, means determine ends—
THAT THE ONLY WAY TO
LEARN DEMOCRACY IS TO
PRACTICE IT. As practice and discrimination 
are eliminated from
American life, the Negro's rights are
being established. These rights are
not merely embodied in laws on statute 
books; they are in what parents 
tell their children IN THE
DAILY INTERCOURSE BETWEEN
THE RACES IN PUBLIC SCHOOLS,
in College, and at work. In this
sense, the 20th century for Negro
and white Americans alike has been
one of notable achievement."
(Page 13, of above quote a booklet) 

I understand, of course, that the
above quoted booklet is distributed
in foreign countries, in order that
people there may feel that we are
doing a job against discrimination
and segregation, and to a point we
are, but we have a long road to go
before we can say the above quotation 
is typical of the relationship of
the races in the South.
A forth right stand in favor of
implementing the Supreme Court
decision on public schools, a re-affirmation 
of our belief in the Judio-Christian 
teachings of brotherhood, 
and an outright attack on pious 
hypocrisy which protests platitudes, 
but nurtures racial hatred and
discrimination will truly bring freedom 
and equality to all our people. 

The segregationist who would use
"force and violence" against the law
of our Federal Government are
guilty of disloyalty and subversion.
The leaders, in government, who
falsely swear to uphold the Constitution 
and preach circumvention of
the law are guilty of treason. These
men should be ferreted out and investigated 
and indicted by the FBI.
This agency spends too much time
and money investigating people like
me, who have never been guilty of
anything but upholding the Constitution 
and our democratic traditions. 

—L. E. McGurty.

Calls For U. S.
Commission On
Nursing Service
Congresswoman 
Frances P. Bolton (R.,
Ohio) last week proposed that Congress 
establish a commission on
nursing services in "the interest of
improving patient care."
Rep. Bolton said that it is the
policy of Congress to "promote the
health of the American people by
aiding the nursing profession in its
efforts to achieve greater efficiency 
and improved nursing services"
end that the commission, if established, 
would "gather by scientific
methods authoritative data relating 
to nursing service."
The commission would make
such recommendations "as it deems
advisable in the interest of improving 
patient care."
The word of the commission
would be designed to improve resources 
for the training of nurses
and attempt to aid "systematically
to the body of knowledge of nursing 
as a discipline."
The Florida A and M rattlers, always 
a tournament threat, fell to
the Clark Panthers 80 - 57 in '54.
The Rattlers last won the tournament 
in 1952 when they came from
a 22-point deficit to deadlock Alabama 
State and a double overtime 
thriller.
A and M first won the SIAC
tournament in 1942, repeated in
1945, chalked up their third victory
in 1947.
Florida A and M defeated Morris
Brown 15-57.
Xavier tripped Allen, 81-66.
Clark defeated Fisk U., 74-65.
Alabama State rolled over Allen
81-66.
Xavier walloped Bethune Cookman 
78-71.
Xavier trampled, Morehouse 8152. 

Florida A and M defeated Alabama 
State 74-72.
Clark won over Xavier 81-76.
Clark defeated Florida A and M
81-76.
Xavier defeated Alabama State
81-75.





















COMMENT
ON SPORTS
Rocky Marciano, 
heavyweight champion of the
world, is currently having more to
do with nose doctors and nose experts 
than he is with ring opppnents. 


By the time you read this, it
might have already been announced 
— the results of the nose test,
that is For as this is written
Rocky is boxing experimentally to
see if the nose cut has completely
healed. If it isn't okay, there is
talk that the Rock may retire.
Or if he doesn't retire he might
hang lip the gloves for a long rest,
if the nose cut hasn't healed satisfactorily, 
or if it reopens in a new
bout. The proposed opponent for
the next May or June has been
Englishman Don Cockell.

The point we are getting around
to is that Marciano is again showing 
a father inactive champion.
That charge was made against him
before tie two Charles fights last
year, but those two bouts, for the
year, got the Rock pad in circulation, 
so to speak.

We hope Marciano — whom we
tagged as a future champion, long
before some writers-will continue
his two-a-year pace, at the minimum. 
We do not believe, as some
fighters have said, that Marciano's
cut was no more serious than others 
he has had, but we Hope it will
not take a great champion out of
circulation for any more time, and
that Marciano will defend his
crown at least every six months
hereafter.

BOXING
Rocky Marciano, 
heavyweight champion of the
world, is currently having more to
do with nose doctors and nose experts 
than he is with ring opppnents. 


By the time you read this, it
might have already been announced 
— the results of the nose test,
that is For as this is written
Rocky is boxing experimentally to
see if the nose cut has completely
healed. If it isn't okay, there is
talk that the Rock may retire.
Or if he doesn't retire he might
hang lip the gloves for a long rest,
if the nose cut hasn't healed satisfactorily, 
or if it reopens in a new
bout. The proposed opponent for
the next May or June has been
Englishman Don Cockell.

The point we are getting around
to is that Marciano is again showing 
a father inactive champion.
That charge was made against him
before tie two Charles fights last
year, but those two bouts, for the
year, got the Rock pad in circulation, 
so to speak.

We hope Marciano — whom we
tagged as a future champion, long
before some writers-will continue
his two-a-year pace, at the minimum. 
We do not believe, as some
fighters have said, that Marciano's
cut was no more serious than others 
he has had, but we Hope it will
not take a great champion out of
circulation for any more time, and
that Marciano will defend his
crown at least every six months
hereafter.

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