Memphis World
Memphis World Publishing Co.
1955-02-08
Raymond F. Tisby

Integration — A Step Forward

The elimination of statutory segregation in public education 
not only provides new opportunities for achieving the American 
ideal but also confronts the citizens of communities with various 
problems.
Religious leaders throughout the country have heartily approved 
the Supreme Court's decision against segregation in public 
schools. They are aware of the many problems attendant upon
changing such a basic educational pattern as exists wherever
there has been tacit or legal segregation. Churches and Synagogues 
are becoming a major positive force in working to equalize 
educational opportunity and to move the public schools system 
from a segregated to an integrated pattern.
"The churches can and must play an important part in interpreting 
and cushioning the impact of the decision upon public
opinion," the national weekly, THE CHRISTIAN EVANGELIST stated.
The complex implementation that accompanies such a decision 
has been recognized by the Court. Adjustments in some localities 
may be more difficult than in other areas. Understanding
and patience is needed.
Comment from the South has produced much favorable
opinion on the Court decision, but careful guidance should be
taken into mind when making any changeover. Many church
leaders in the South stated that the people expected it and said
that they could not see how any other decision could have been
reached.
Southern Catholic prelates said that educational integration 
is both accepted and workable. Commenting on the ruling,
The Catholic INTERRACIAL REVIEW declared, "We believe this
historic decree challenges community leadership to create and put
into practice educational patterns consistent with the principles
enunciated."
Episcopalian Bishop Penick of North Carolina commented,
"The Supreme Court decision was received calmly but with serious
concern in North Carolina. Respectful compliance is generally anticipated... 
The difficulty of implementing the court's order
especially in rural areas is frankly recognized... The Church
is prepared to interpret the decision in the light of the Christian
principles involved."
Most Southern religious leaders felt that the South was far
readier to move ahead than some of its political spokesmen
realized.
Bishop Duncan M. Gray of Mississippi said, "I'm glad that
the Supreme Court decision was unanimous. I would have been
worried if it were not. I'm quite sure we can work out all problems, 
and I doubt if there will be any trouble."
World-wide repercussions of the decision were stressed by
many leaders. J. V. Langmead Casserly wrote in the EPISCOPAL
CHURCH, NEWS, "It would be a mistake to intercept this great decision 
as though it were no more than a part of the private
domestic history of the United States. It is in fact a world event,
perhaps the first really great blow against communist inspired
anti-American propaganda that we have succeeded in delivering
since the war."
The CONGRESS WEEKLY of the American Jewish Congress
said it was "an inspiring reaffirmation of the basic principles of
our democratic creed... The decision will reinforce the faith of
free men everywhere." It was as Rabbi Leo Jung of New York
said, "a red letter day in American History and a day of major
disaster for communism."
Since the overwhelming majority of religious leaders and
writers hailed the decision in unequivocal terms and little evidence
was found of purely negative reaction, the ideals of justice and
brotherhood shall be the standards of human relationships. These
ideals are so good that by sticking to them eventual success will
be reached.

The Coming Of Prayer Rooms Into
Our National Lives
For the first time in more than one hundred and fifty years,
members of Congress have been provided with a prayer room at
this session of Congress. The prayer room, which was duly authorized 
last year, is open to members of Congress only. In that
a member of Congress, while on duty or what not, might step aside
for counsel with authorities on high. He might here meditate and
offer himself to the altars of faith in his search for a momentous
decision.
This is as ought be in a Christian government, relying upon
the divine guidance of spiritual powers in its reach and practice.
The first impulse of those who early sought freedom in a
strange and unpeopled wilderness, was to kneel down and thank
God for his mercies and grace. It was such a fortitude that lifted
the brave Puritan spirits at Plymouth, which carried the suffering
people through the terrible ordeals that beset them in their first
winter, whose subsequent spring numbered forty two graves on
the hillside.
George Washington, during the perilous times at Brandywine,
Fort William Henry and Crown Point, often stole away from his
soldiers to pray. Stonewall Jackson, of Confederate fame, was
a praying general.
This country has a rich heritage in noble spirits who set the
example to the nation in their supplications.
Some of our modern institutions of learning are engaged in
furnishing this needed facility for their students and teachers. The
President of the United States, on several occasions has exhorted
the country to prayer and now with the facility being provided by
the Congress of the United States, the nation underwrites its emphasis 
in divine peititon.
Anyone who ever worked in the Capitol, amid the tensions
and pressures which are exerted on the legislative branch, knows
there has long been a need for a prayer room such as this. We
hope that on more than one occasion, in the future, this room of
meditation and inspiration will be useful in helping to guide decisions 
made by the highest-elected legislative officers of our country, 
in these critical times.

Methodists Deny Intention To
Dissolve Central Jurisdiction
The Methodist Southern Jurisdiction 
College of Bishops Wed 
a statement denying

that the church would dissolve the
Central Jurisdiction — the Negro
jurisdiction of the system.
The statement declared: "The

abolition of the Central Jurisdiction 
would reduce our Negro membership 
to a small minority scattered 
over live jurisdictions, with
less participation in church life
and program. This in our judgment, 
would not be progress."
The statement which came as a
surprise, calmed the fears of some
Methodists that the jurisdiction
system would be abolished. Although 
Negro Methodists belong to
the Central Jurisdiction that embraces 
the whole country, white
members are divided into five geographical 
jurisdictions.
Bishop J.W.E. Bowen of Atlanta,
one of several Negro prelates heading 
the various units of the Central 
Jurisdiction, was on a tour of
overseas when the Southeastern
Jurisdiction issued the statement.
Signed by the entire College of
Bishops, the statement said:
"Some of our people have expressed 
concern lest our present
jurisdictional plan and structure be
abolished. We believe we are in a
position to be acquainted with
movements throughout the church
and we know of no concerted action 
looking toward the abolition
of the Jurisdictions of any one of
them."
The Court of Methodist Clergymen 
also upheld the one-year suspension 
of Rev. L. Blake Craft of
Clayton. He was first suspended
here last July 9.

REVIEWING
THE NEWS
BY WILLIAM GORDON
Managing Editor, Atlanta Dally World
The principal always dreaded meeting the superintendent of
city schools. There were too many explanations about his school
building. The grounds were difficult to keep up, paper, trash and
rubbish littered the place. And there was never an occasion when
his boss failed to find broken windows about the building. But
there was one justifiable excuse the principal could always make.
"The rubbish, the broken windows and trash," he would
say, "come from the boys in the community—the fellows have no
other place to play. Actually, there is no leadership in the community 
to direct their activities," he would continue. He would
end by saying, "There are no Boy Scout leaders, and furthermore,
no interest on the part of parents to develop leaders."
With this, the superintendent would move on, perhaps with a
little more knowledge about the situation, but unfortunately with
no help to put an effective scouting program into effect in the
community. Consequently, windows would continue to be broken, 
trash and filth would remain to litter the grounds while parents 
and citizens would go on worrying about the high rate of
crime and juvenile delinquency.
But this would not be the problem if the program of the Boy
Scouts of America would be allowed to function wherever it is
needed.
Beginning February 6, and continuing for a week, the nation 
will pay tribute to the Boy Scots of America. Today, more
than 3,660,000 youngsters and adult leaders are listed with this
organization. There are more than 95,000 Scouting units being
led by 960,000 adult volunteers.
Today, we are spending billions of dollars for national defense. 
This may be well for a temporary procedure, for we must
protect those who would destroy us. But even this does not represent 
our most important investment in terms of the future. This
was true even before World War I and World War II. Guns, tanks
and planes were not our most precious investments. They were
only temporary measures.
What is more important to America and the whole free world
today is what we put into the boy of America. The investment we
put into a single boy today far exceeds that of all we invest in the
atomic weapons. For in the final analysis it will be this boy who will
man these weapons. To do this, he must have the moral fibre,
the basic principles of democratic living, the full meaning of decency 
and fair play, and above all honor and respect for God and
his country.
The boy who is allowed to run about the community breaking 
windows cannot be the one to man these weapons, no matter
how expensive.
In almost every community in America, school superintendents, 
principals, and parents, have the correct instrument through
the Boy Scouts. It would be wise to use it. It would be the initial 
step toward elimination of crime, delinquency and broken windows. 
Our whole future it seems, lies not so much in the billions
we spend for defense, but for what we spend to make the average
boy a good and better American.

Broken Windows Mean Broken Boys
BY WILLIAM GORDON
Managing Editor, Atlanta Dally World
The principal always dreaded meeting the superintendent of
city schools. There were too many explanations about his school
building. The grounds were difficult to keep up, paper, trash and
rubbish littered the place. And there was never an occasion when
his boss failed to find broken windows about the building. But
there was one justifiable excuse the principal could always make.
"The rubbish, the broken windows and trash," he would
say, "come from the boys in the community—the fellows have no
other place to play. Actually, there is no leadership in the community 
to direct their activities," he would continue. He would
end by saying, "There are no Boy Scout leaders, and furthermore,
no interest on the part of parents to develop leaders."
With this, the superintendent would move on, perhaps with a
little more knowledge about the situation, but unfortunately with
no help to put an effective scouting program into effect in the
community. Consequently, windows would continue to be broken, 
trash and filth would remain to litter the grounds while parents 
and citizens would go on worrying about the high rate of
crime and juvenile delinquency.
But this would not be the problem if the program of the Boy
Scouts of America would be allowed to function wherever it is
needed.
Beginning February 6, and continuing for a week, the nation 
will pay tribute to the Boy Scots of America. Today, more
than 3,660,000 youngsters and adult leaders are listed with this
organization. There are more than 95,000 Scouting units being
led by 960,000 adult volunteers.
Today, we are spending billions of dollars for national defense. 
This may be well for a temporary procedure, for we must
protect those who would destroy us. But even this does not represent 
our most important investment in terms of the future. This
was true even before World War I and World War II. Guns, tanks
and planes were not our most precious investments. They were
only temporary measures.
What is more important to America and the whole free world
today is what we put into the boy of America. The investment we
put into a single boy today far exceeds that of all we invest in the
atomic weapons. For in the final analysis it will be this boy who will
man these weapons. To do this, he must have the moral fibre,
the basic principles of democratic living, the full meaning of decency 
and fair play, and above all honor and respect for God and
his country.
The boy who is allowed to run about the community breaking 
windows cannot be the one to man these weapons, no matter
how expensive.
In almost every community in America, school superintendents, 
principals, and parents, have the correct instrument through
the Boy Scouts. It would be wise to use it. It would be the initial 
step toward elimination of crime, delinquency and broken windows. 
Our whole future it seems, lies not so much in the billions
we spend for defense, but for what we spend to make the average
boy a good and better American.


Dear Editor:
No paper in Memphis, Negro or
white, is giving good systematic
coverage of the progress of school
integration since the U. S. Supreme
Court Deciiion on May 17.
The information is readily available 
in SOUTHERN SCHOOL
NEWS a free publication which I
hope your editorial staff has requested 
and receives regularly.
A series of articles based upon
the September, October, November,
December; and January issues of
that paper could be readily prepared 
by your staff and would render 
Memphis citizens of both races 
a real service.
I have in mind clear, simple,
factual articles. Most people are
quite unaware of the extent and
progress and success of integration.
The series might well include series 
of Ashmore's "Negro and the
Schools" annd Williams' "Schools
in Transition" and of some of the
best other series on this vital subject. 

This would be constructive service 
and I believe an overly acceptable 
one. A suggestion of Educators, 
P-TAs, etc., and clip the series 
might well be canned in the
fruit article.
Sincerely,
Margaret McCulloch,
858 Whitford Place.
Men who are willing to substitute 
common sense for power politics 
should sit down and scan maps
of China and the United States.
Suppose an island nearly the size
of Holland lay a little more than a
hundred miles off our eastern coast
and was in possession of an enemy
determined to use it for attack on

us. This would be serious. But suppose 
that in addition, other small
islands lay right on our coast, and
had been seized and fortified by
our enemy with Chinese military
officers and equipment on these
islands. Also, that these islands
have repeatedly been used for armed 
attack on our mainland. No
great nation today would for a moment 
eudure such open aggression.
These facts in themselves would
have been inn the past ample cause
for war.
Add to this the fact that Formosa 
for nearly 300 years has been
universally recognized as Chinese
and Chinese possession, save whem
it was forcibly seized by Japan in
1895 and held 50 years. After the
Second World War the Allies deprived 
Japan of Formosa and declared 
it belonged to China. The
question certainly arose as to whether 
Chiang-Kai-shek or the Communist 
regime was the real Chinese
state. Most of the civilized world
recognized the Chinese People's Republic 
as the real China. The fact
that the United States insists that
six million people on Formosa constitute. 
China while 600 million on
the mainland are not only to have
no recognition, but not even to be
treated as respectable, may be justifiable 
to some. But surely to add
to that the threat of war unless
this great Chinese Republic should
acquiesce in allowing a discredited
man like Chiang Kai-shek to camp
on their door step and bomb them
at will—this no decent administration 
can ask.
By what far-fetched logic can
Formosa, on the opposite side of
the earth from us, be regarded as
necessary for the protection of our
western border? Does it potect our
Phillipines? But we just announced
the independence of the Phillipines.
Does it protect OUR Japan, or does
Japan belong to the Japanese? Do
we simply pretend to own the
earth?
Instead of chaining to suc han un
tenable position why could not the
President of the United States say
clearly: "We ask that the island of
Formosa remain undisturbed at
present eventually to be disposed of
in accord with the decision of the
International Court of Justice. All
other islands, we agree, shall revert 
to the Chinese People's Republic. 
We recognize this republic as
the government of China, entitled
to a seat in the United Nations.
We will neither aid nor abet war
or hostilities between China and
Formosa."
This would be the greatest step
toward a peaceful world since Hitler's 
death. And what would we
lose? To such an overture there
can be no doubt but that China
would assent. Of her legal right to
Formosa there is no doubt. She will
never surrender that right. But if
without surrender, she is asked to
await peaceful processes and at the
same time is treated in other and
vital respects as a civilized nation,
she will sacrifice immediate war
for peace and work with the civilized 
world to maintain it.
W. E. B. DuBois.
NOTE: Dr. W. E. B. DuBois,
writer and historian, is a member
of the National Institute of Arts
and Letters; Fellow of the American 
Association for the Advance
ment 
of Science; Recipient of the
International Peace Prize in 1952;
Honorary Co-Chairman of the
American Peace Crusade; ViceChairman 
of the Council of African 
Affairs.

SUGGESTS INTEGRATION
SERIES
Dear Editor:
No paper in Memphis, Negro or
white, is giving good systematic
coverage of the progress of school
integration since the U. S. Supreme
Court Deciiion on May 17.
The information is readily available 
in SOUTHERN SCHOOL
NEWS a free publication which I
hope your editorial staff has requested 
and receives regularly.
A series of articles based upon
the September, October, November,
December; and January issues of
that paper could be readily prepared 
by your staff and would render 
Memphis citizens of both races 
a real service.
I have in mind clear, simple,
factual articles. Most people are
quite unaware of the extent and
progress and success of integration.
The series might well include series 
of Ashmore's "Negro and the
Schools" annd Williams' "Schools
in Transition" and of some of the
best other series on this vital subject. 

This would be constructive service 
and I believe an overly acceptable 
one. A suggestion of Educators, 
P-TAs, etc., and clip the series 
might well be canned in the
fruit article.
Sincerely,
Margaret McCulloch,
858 Whitford Place.
Men who are willing to substitute 
common sense for power politics 
should sit down and scan maps
of China and the United States.
Suppose an island nearly the size
of Holland lay a little more than a
hundred miles off our eastern coast
and was in possession of an enemy
determined to use it for attack on

us. This would be serious. But suppose 
that in addition, other small
islands lay right on our coast, and
had been seized and fortified by
our enemy with Chinese military
officers and equipment on these
islands. Also, that these islands
have repeatedly been used for armed 
attack on our mainland. No
great nation today would for a moment 
eudure such open aggression.
These facts in themselves would
have been inn the past ample cause
for war.
Add to this the fact that Formosa 
for nearly 300 years has been
universally recognized as Chinese
and Chinese possession, save whem
it was forcibly seized by Japan in
1895 and held 50 years. After the
Second World War the Allies deprived 
Japan of Formosa and declared 
it belonged to China. The
question certainly arose as to whether 
Chiang-Kai-shek or the Communist 
regime was the real Chinese
state. Most of the civilized world
recognized the Chinese People's Republic 
as the real China. The fact
that the United States insists that
six million people on Formosa constitute. 
China while 600 million on
the mainland are not only to have
no recognition, but not even to be
treated as respectable, may be justifiable 
to some. But surely to add
to that the threat of war unless
this great Chinese Republic should
acquiesce in allowing a discredited
man like Chiang Kai-shek to camp
on their door step and bomb them
at will—this no decent administration 
can ask.
By what far-fetched logic can
Formosa, on the opposite side of
the earth from us, be regarded as
necessary for the protection of our
western border? Does it potect our
Phillipines? But we just announced
the independence of the Phillipines.
Does it protect OUR Japan, or does
Japan belong to the Japanese? Do
we simply pretend to own the
earth?
Instead of chaining to suc han un
tenable position why could not the
President of the United States say
clearly: "We ask that the island of
Formosa remain undisturbed at
present eventually to be disposed of
in accord with the decision of the
International Court of Justice. All
other islands, we agree, shall revert 
to the Chinese People's Republic. 
We recognize this republic as
the government of China, entitled
to a seat in the United Nations.
We will neither aid nor abet war
or hostilities between China and
Formosa."
This would be the greatest step
toward a peaceful world since Hitler's 
death. And what would we
lose? To such an overture there
can be no doubt but that China
would assent. Of her legal right to
Formosa there is no doubt. She will
never surrender that right. But if
without surrender, she is asked to
await peaceful processes and at the
same time is treated in other and
vital respects as a civilized nation,
she will sacrifice immediate war
for peace and work with the civilized 
world to maintain it.
W. E. B. DuBois.
NOTE: Dr. W. E. B. DuBois,
writer and historian, is a member
of the National Institute of Arts
and Letters; Fellow of the American 
Association for the Advance
ment 
of Science; Recipient of the
International Peace Prize in 1952;
Honorary Co-Chairman of the
American Peace Crusade; ViceChairman 
of the Council of African 
Affairs.

WHY DEFEND FORMOSA?
Dear Editor:
No paper in Memphis, Negro or
white, is giving good systematic
coverage of the progress of school
integration since the U. S. Supreme
Court Deciiion on May 17.
The information is readily available 
in SOUTHERN SCHOOL
NEWS a free publication which I
hope your editorial staff has requested 
and receives regularly.
A series of articles based upon
the September, October, November,
December; and January issues of
that paper could be readily prepared 
by your staff and would render 
Memphis citizens of both races 
a real service.
I have in mind clear, simple,
factual articles. Most people are
quite unaware of the extent and
progress and success of integration.
The series might well include series 
of Ashmore's "Negro and the
Schools" annd Williams' "Schools
in Transition" and of some of the
best other series on this vital subject. 

This would be constructive service 
and I believe an overly acceptable 
one. A suggestion of Educators, 
P-TAs, etc., and clip the series 
might well be canned in the
fruit article.
Sincerely,
Margaret McCulloch,
858 Whitford Place.
Men who are willing to substitute 
common sense for power politics 
should sit down and scan maps
of China and the United States.
Suppose an island nearly the size
of Holland lay a little more than a
hundred miles off our eastern coast
and was in possession of an enemy
determined to use it for attack on

us. This would be serious. But suppose 
that in addition, other small
islands lay right on our coast, and
had been seized and fortified by
our enemy with Chinese military
officers and equipment on these
islands. Also, that these islands
have repeatedly been used for armed 
attack on our mainland. No
great nation today would for a moment 
eudure such open aggression.
These facts in themselves would
have been inn the past ample cause
for war.
Add to this the fact that Formosa 
for nearly 300 years has been
universally recognized as Chinese
and Chinese possession, save whem
it was forcibly seized by Japan in
1895 and held 50 years. After the
Second World War the Allies deprived 
Japan of Formosa and declared 
it belonged to China. The
question certainly arose as to whether 
Chiang-Kai-shek or the Communist 
regime was the real Chinese
state. Most of the civilized world
recognized the Chinese People's Republic 
as the real China. The fact
that the United States insists that
six million people on Formosa constitute. 
China while 600 million on
the mainland are not only to have
no recognition, but not even to be
treated as respectable, may be justifiable 
to some. But surely to add
to that the threat of war unless
this great Chinese Republic should
acquiesce in allowing a discredited
man like Chiang Kai-shek to camp
on their door step and bomb them
at will—this no decent administration 
can ask.
By what far-fetched logic can
Formosa, on the opposite side of
the earth from us, be regarded as
necessary for the protection of our
western border? Does it potect our
Phillipines? But we just announced
the independence of the Phillipines.
Does it protect OUR Japan, or does
Japan belong to the Japanese? Do
we simply pretend to own the
earth?
Instead of chaining to suc han un
tenable position why could not the
President of the United States say
clearly: "We ask that the island of
Formosa remain undisturbed at
present eventually to be disposed of
in accord with the decision of the
International Court of Justice. All
other islands, we agree, shall revert 
to the Chinese People's Republic. 
We recognize this republic as
the government of China, entitled
to a seat in the United Nations.
We will neither aid nor abet war
or hostilities between China and
Formosa."
This would be the greatest step
toward a peaceful world since Hitler's 
death. And what would we
lose? To such an overture there
can be no doubt but that China
would assent. Of her legal right to
Formosa there is no doubt. She will
never surrender that right. But if
without surrender, she is asked to
await peaceful processes and at the
same time is treated in other and
vital respects as a civilized nation,
she will sacrifice immediate war
for peace and work with the civilized 
world to maintain it.
W. E. B. DuBois.
NOTE: Dr. W. E. B. DuBois,
writer and historian, is a member
of the National Institute of Arts
and Letters; Fellow of the American 
Association for the Advance
ment 
of Science; Recipient of the
International Peace Prize in 1952;
Honorary Co-Chairman of the
American Peace Crusade; ViceChairman 
of the Council of African 
Affairs.

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.
JEHOSOPHAT returned, bringing 
Nicholas Dobey and Trench
Merrill from the drug store down
the street, and Cart Neely from
the hardware store under the
office.
"Got It ready, Wick?"
"Yes. Read it over first." Wick
handed Jehosophat the paper.
As Jehosophat read slowly what
Wick had written, the others stood
in respectful silence.
Then Wick asked, a little formally: 
"Is this your last will and
testament, Jehosophat Trevitt?"
"First and last, Wick!"
"Sign it here." Wick turned to
the others. "Please witness his
signing. Then each sign your
name."
Jehosophat wrote his name.
Wick saw the firmness of his penning. 
"He'll probably live to be
100. I hope to heaven he does."
The others signed then names
on the lines Wick indicated.
"You keep it here, sate, Wick.
Then you'll have it when the time
comes." The old man looked from
Wick to the others, his eyes twinkling. 
"And Just so's you can swear,
if need be, that I'm in my right
mind this day—you ask Doc Meese
who licked him in a three-hour
game of chess last night."
Wick met Gary Norbeck two
days later. In the middle of the
afternoon his office phone rang.
It was Dr. Jim Meese.
"Wick, can you drive up to the
Trevett place? Old Josh's had a
bad accident—he's asking to see
you. Hurry, won't you?"
Wick drove to the rambling
house, went in by the door that
led to the quarters Josh had used

these last years. A big room—once
a summer kitchen, tidy, but with
everything necessary to the old
man's living crowded into it. On
a bed in a corner of it lay Jehosophat, 
looking his years now, and
done. Wick knew at one glance.
Jim Meese stood over him. Gary
Norbeck stood at the foot of the
bed, his hands gripping the post
of it.
Jim Meese turned at Wick's
step. "You're here—he isn't conscious 
now but he may come to
for a minute.... I've sent to Malone 
for an ambulance but I
doubt..."
The old man stirred, opened his
eyes. "Wick?" It was no more
than a whisper.
"Yes, I'm here, Josh."
"Just—you'll—take care of all
that we talked about, won't you?
Guess I'm — going. Where's —
Gary?"
Gary Norbeck came around to
the side of the bed. Wick saw his
face—white, and a sick horror in
his eyes. A thought flashed across
Wick's mind. "Darn queer that old
Josh should have this accident so
soon after he'd written that will!"
"Gary? I want you to know
.." whispered old Josh and then
stopped.
"He's gone," said Jim Meese, a
few minutes later.
* * *
"Now, if you will tell me how
this happened?" Wick put the
question curtly to Gary Norbeck.
They had gone into the yard, leaving 
Dr. Jim to do some necessary
telephoning.
It was a moment before the
younger man answered and Wick
made a menial note of that, and
of his averted face. Then: "I don't
know. I round him on the barn
floor. From his position, I'd say
he'd fallen from the hayloft."
"A man of his age isn't likely
to climb up into haylofts!"
Gary Norbeck looked straight at
Wick, his eyes, gray and deep-set,
dark with anger. "You're thinking
that I did anything to contribute

to Josh's death?"
"I am not saying what I'm
thinking...."
Jim Meese joined them at that
moment. "Don't know as you need
to hang around, Wick, Gary'll be
here and I'll stay till the coroner
comes."
Wick said: "Jim, will you come
into the barn with me and show
me just where he lay? I take it
no one moved him until you got
here."
"No, Gary knew better'n to do
that. Sure, we'll go to the barn."
But Gary Norbeck went back
into the house.
"Right there," said Jim Meese,
indicating the spot where he had
found Jehosophat. "His head must
have struck the tongue of that
old wagon. Figure be could have
slipped off the edge of the hayloft, 
for he must have fallen from
some height to crack himself up
like he did!"
Wick looked up at the loft. Yes,
it could have happened that way.
And yet—what would take old
Josh up there? There was only
a little stale hay in the loft—Josh
had sold all his stock some time
ago.
He asked: "You are going to
say on the death certificate that it
was—an accident?"
Jim Meese caught nothing from
the other's tone.
"Sure. What else could anyone
call it?" He started toward the
door. "By the way, Wick, know
what Kin the old man has?
Though they've left him pretty
much alone this long time."
"Yes, it happens I do know."
Wick did not say more.
Before he went back to his office 
he dispatched three telegrams.
To Mrs. Hester Wilmer, 418 Terrace 
Court, Buffalo, New York. To
Miss Jennie Todd, Hollingswood,
Hall, Shaker Heights, Ohio. To
Thomas Todd, care of the Dooley
Trucking Co., Covington, Kentucky. 



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.
JEHOSOPHAT returned, bringing 
Nicholas Dobey and Trench
Merrill from the drug store down
the street, and Cart Neely from
the hardware store under the
office.
"Got It ready, Wick?"
"Yes. Read it over first." Wick
handed Jehosophat the paper.
As Jehosophat read slowly what
Wick had written, the others stood
in respectful silence.
Then Wick asked, a little formally: 
"Is this your last will and
testament, Jehosophat Trevitt?"
"First and last, Wick!"
"Sign it here." Wick turned to
the others. "Please witness his
signing. Then each sign your
name."
Jehosophat wrote his name.
Wick saw the firmness of his penning. 
"He'll probably live to be
100. I hope to heaven he does."
The others signed then names
on the lines Wick indicated.
"You keep it here, sate, Wick.
Then you'll have it when the time
comes." The old man looked from
Wick to the others, his eyes twinkling. 
"And Just so's you can swear,
if need be, that I'm in my right
mind this day—you ask Doc Meese
who licked him in a three-hour
game of chess last night."
Wick met Gary Norbeck two
days later. In the middle of the
afternoon his office phone rang.
It was Dr. Jim Meese.
"Wick, can you drive up to the
Trevett place? Old Josh's had a
bad accident—he's asking to see
you. Hurry, won't you?"
Wick drove to the rambling
house, went in by the door that
led to the quarters Josh had used

these last years. A big room—once
a summer kitchen, tidy, but with
everything necessary to the old
man's living crowded into it. On
a bed in a corner of it lay Jehosophat, 
looking his years now, and
done. Wick knew at one glance.
Jim Meese stood over him. Gary
Norbeck stood at the foot of the
bed, his hands gripping the post
of it.
Jim Meese turned at Wick's
step. "You're here—he isn't conscious 
now but he may come to
for a minute.... I've sent to Malone 
for an ambulance but I
doubt..."
The old man stirred, opened his
eyes. "Wick?" It was no more
than a whisper.
"Yes, I'm here, Josh."
"Just—you'll—take care of all
that we talked about, won't you?
Guess I'm — going. Where's —
Gary?"
Gary Norbeck came around to
the side of the bed. Wick saw his
face—white, and a sick horror in
his eyes. A thought flashed across
Wick's mind. "Darn queer that old
Josh should have this accident so
soon after he'd written that will!"
"Gary? I want you to know
.." whispered old Josh and then
stopped.
"He's gone," said Jim Meese, a
few minutes later.
* * *
"Now, if you will tell me how
this happened?" Wick put the
question curtly to Gary Norbeck.
They had gone into the yard, leaving 
Dr. Jim to do some necessary
telephoning.
It was a moment before the
younger man answered and Wick
made a menial note of that, and
of his averted face. Then: "I don't
know. I round him on the barn
floor. From his position, I'd say
he'd fallen from the hayloft."
"A man of his age isn't likely
to climb up into haylofts!"
Gary Norbeck looked straight at
Wick, his eyes, gray and deep-set,
dark with anger. "You're thinking
that I did anything to contribute

to Josh's death?"
"I am not saying what I'm
thinking...."
Jim Meese joined them at that
moment. "Don't know as you need
to hang around, Wick, Gary'll be
here and I'll stay till the coroner
comes."
Wick said: "Jim, will you come
into the barn with me and show
me just where he lay? I take it
no one moved him until you got
here."
"No, Gary knew better'n to do
that. Sure, we'll go to the barn."
But Gary Norbeck went back
into the house.
"Right there," said Jim Meese,
indicating the spot where he had
found Jehosophat. "His head must
have struck the tongue of that
old wagon. Figure be could have
slipped off the edge of the hayloft, 
for he must have fallen from
some height to crack himself up
like he did!"
Wick looked up at the loft. Yes,
it could have happened that way.
And yet—what would take old
Josh up there? There was only
a little stale hay in the loft—Josh
had sold all his stock some time
ago.
He asked: "You are going to
say on the death certificate that it
was—an accident?"
Jim Meese caught nothing from
the other's tone.
"Sure. What else could anyone
call it?" He started toward the
door. "By the way, Wick, know
what Kin the old man has?
Though they've left him pretty
much alone this long time."
"Yes, it happens I do know."
Wick did not say more.
Before he went back to his office 
he dispatched three telegrams.
To Mrs. Hester Wilmer, 418 Terrace 
Court, Buffalo, New York. To
Miss Jennie Todd, Hollingswood,
Hall, Shaker Heights, Ohio. To
Thomas Todd, care of the Dooley
Trucking Co., Covington, Kentucky. 



CHAPTER TWO
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.
JEHOSOPHAT returned, bringing 
Nicholas Dobey and Trench
Merrill from the drug store down
the street, and Cart Neely from
the hardware store under the
office.
"Got It ready, Wick?"
"Yes. Read it over first." Wick
handed Jehosophat the paper.
As Jehosophat read slowly what
Wick had written, the others stood
in respectful silence.
Then Wick asked, a little formally: 
"Is this your last will and
testament, Jehosophat Trevitt?"
"First and last, Wick!"
"Sign it here." Wick turned to
the others. "Please witness his
signing. Then each sign your
name."
Jehosophat wrote his name.
Wick saw the firmness of his penning. 
"He'll probably live to be
100. I hope to heaven he does."
The others signed then names
on the lines Wick indicated.
"You keep it here, sate, Wick.
Then you'll have it when the time
comes." The old man looked from
Wick to the others, his eyes twinkling. 
"And Just so's you can swear,
if need be, that I'm in my right
mind this day—you ask Doc Meese
who licked him in a three-hour
game of chess last night."
Wick met Gary Norbeck two
days later. In the middle of the
afternoon his office phone rang.
It was Dr. Jim Meese.
"Wick, can you drive up to the
Trevett place? Old Josh's had a
bad accident—he's asking to see
you. Hurry, won't you?"
Wick drove to the rambling
house, went in by the door that
led to the quarters Josh had used

these last years. A big room—once
a summer kitchen, tidy, but with
everything necessary to the old
man's living crowded into it. On
a bed in a corner of it lay Jehosophat, 
looking his years now, and
done. Wick knew at one glance.
Jim Meese stood over him. Gary
Norbeck stood at the foot of the
bed, his hands gripping the post
of it.
Jim Meese turned at Wick's
step. "You're here—he isn't conscious 
now but he may come to
for a minute.... I've sent to Malone 
for an ambulance but I
doubt..."
The old man stirred, opened his
eyes. "Wick?" It was no more
than a whisper.
"Yes, I'm here, Josh."
"Just—you'll—take care of all
that we talked about, won't you?
Guess I'm — going. Where's —
Gary?"
Gary Norbeck came around to
the side of the bed. Wick saw his
face—white, and a sick horror in
his eyes. A thought flashed across
Wick's mind. "Darn queer that old
Josh should have this accident so
soon after he'd written that will!"
"Gary? I want you to know
.." whispered old Josh and then
stopped.
"He's gone," said Jim Meese, a
few minutes later.
* * *
"Now, if you will tell me how
this happened?" Wick put the
question curtly to Gary Norbeck.
They had gone into the yard, leaving 
Dr. Jim to do some necessary
telephoning.
It was a moment before the
younger man answered and Wick
made a menial note of that, and
of his averted face. Then: "I don't
know. I round him on the barn
floor. From his position, I'd say
he'd fallen from the hayloft."
"A man of his age isn't likely
to climb up into haylofts!"
Gary Norbeck looked straight at
Wick, his eyes, gray and deep-set,
dark with anger. "You're thinking
that I did anything to contribute

to Josh's death?"
"I am not saying what I'm
thinking...."
Jim Meese joined them at that
moment. "Don't know as you need
to hang around, Wick, Gary'll be
here and I'll stay till the coroner
comes."
Wick said: "Jim, will you come
into the barn with me and show
me just where he lay? I take it
no one moved him until you got
here."
"No, Gary knew better'n to do
that. Sure, we'll go to the barn."
But Gary Norbeck went back
into the house.
"Right there," said Jim Meese,
indicating the spot where he had
found Jehosophat. "His head must
have struck the tongue of that
old wagon. Figure be could have
slipped off the edge of the hayloft, 
for he must have fallen from
some height to crack himself up
like he did!"
Wick looked up at the loft. Yes,
it could have happened that way.
And yet—what would take old
Josh up there? There was only
a little stale hay in the loft—Josh
had sold all his stock some time
ago.
He asked: "You are going to
say on the death certificate that it
was—an accident?"
Jim Meese caught nothing from
the other's tone.
"Sure. What else could anyone
call it?" He started toward the
door. "By the way, Wick, know
what Kin the old man has?
Though they've left him pretty
much alone this long time."
"Yes, it happens I do know."
Wick did not say more.
Before he went back to his office 
he dispatched three telegrams.
To Mrs. Hester Wilmer, 418 Terrace 
Court, Buffalo, New York. To
Miss Jennie Todd, Hollingswood,
Hall, Shaker Heights, Ohio. To
Thomas Todd, care of the Dooley
Trucking Co., Covington, Kentucky. 



MY WEEKLY
SERMON
REV. BLAIR T. HUNT,
PASTOR
MISSISSIPPI BLVD. CHRISTIAN
CHURCH, MEMPHIS
TEXT: "The the eleven disciples
went away into Galilee, into a
mountain where Jesus had appointed 
them."—Matt. 28:16.
Probably all of us have made
dates (appointments). Probably
many of us have failed to keep
some of the made-dates (appointments) 
we have made. Social dates
love dates, business rates business
dates... probably you have made
them. They were 'appointments'
and you turned them into "disappointments." 

Remember... your word is
your bond. True, some dates never
should have been made... it
was better that you broke them.
All of us have a VERY IMPORTANT 
date... it is a date with
destiny. Abraham Lincoln had a
date with destiny... and all the
world knows how well he kept it.
Booker T. Washington had a date
with destiny... when he entered. 
Hampton and cleaned a room
so maticulously. George Washington
Carver had a date with destiny... 
when he held a peanut
in his hand and conversed with
God!
On a bleak and black Friday
Jesus had a date with destiny..
and met it on a Roman cross.
Strange as it may seem, destiny
often dates us when least expected, 
Death; that grim sarcasm of
life, dates us when least expected.
Jesus Christ on His way to the
Garden of Gethsemane, told His
disciples that He must be crucified
but would rise from the dead
within three days. Then and then
He made a date to meet them on a
certain mountain in Galilee. He
kept that date... He always
does!
Jesus still makes dates.. with
us. Are we true to the dates of
Christ?
Jesus has a date with all men
at the cross. Men must mend their
way out to that 'Green hill far away'... 
If they would meet Jesus
and be saved.
The poet penned truthfully:
"At the cross; At the cross!
Where I first saw the Light,
And the burden of my heart
Rolled away...
It was there by faith.
I received my sight
And now I'm happy all the day."
Jesus makes a date to meet us at
His temple. He says, "Where two or
three are gathered together in my
name, there I am in the midst of
them." You have a date with Christ
Sunday rain or shine... heat
or cold. The church is Jesus Christ's
trysting place.
Jesus Christ has a date with you
in the prayer closet... where
your spirit may merge with His
spirit. You will always find Him
there.
Jesus has a date with you in each
place of loving service, wherever
there are human eyes.... wherever 
there are human sigh...
wherever there is a human need
Then and there Jesus dates you. He

said, "Lo, I am with you always."
Jesus has a date with you in the
valley of the shadow of death. How
calmly, how peacefully.... Christians 
die, "Yea, though I walk
through the valley of the shadow
of death, I fear no evil...'"
Jesus keeps Hit date with us in the
Jesus has an eternal date with
you in a heavenly home. The home
"valley"... "Thou art with me."
Of your soul... "I will come
again and receive you unto myself,
that where I am there ye may be
also."
When we come to the end of
life's road, called 'time'... and
stand face to face with eternity
... may you and I be able to
say, "I kept all my dates (appointments) 
with Jesus."

MAKING DATES AND
KEEPING DATES
REV. BLAIR T. HUNT,
PASTOR
MISSISSIPPI BLVD. CHRISTIAN
CHURCH, MEMPHIS
TEXT: "The the eleven disciples
went away into Galilee, into a
mountain where Jesus had appointed 
them."—Matt. 28:16.
Probably all of us have made
dates (appointments). Probably
many of us have failed to keep
some of the made-dates (appointments) 
we have made. Social dates
love dates, business rates business
dates... probably you have made
them. They were 'appointments'
and you turned them into "disappointments." 

Remember... your word is
your bond. True, some dates never
should have been made... it
was better that you broke them.
All of us have a VERY IMPORTANT 
date... it is a date with
destiny. Abraham Lincoln had a
date with destiny... and all the
world knows how well he kept it.
Booker T. Washington had a date
with destiny... when he entered. 
Hampton and cleaned a room
so maticulously. George Washington
Carver had a date with destiny... 
when he held a peanut
in his hand and conversed with
God!
On a bleak and black Friday
Jesus had a date with destiny..
and met it on a Roman cross.
Strange as it may seem, destiny
often dates us when least expected, 
Death; that grim sarcasm of
life, dates us when least expected.
Jesus Christ on His way to the
Garden of Gethsemane, told His
disciples that He must be crucified
but would rise from the dead
within three days. Then and then
He made a date to meet them on a
certain mountain in Galilee. He
kept that date... He always
does!
Jesus still makes dates.. with
us. Are we true to the dates of
Christ?
Jesus has a date with all men
at the cross. Men must mend their
way out to that 'Green hill far away'... 
If they would meet Jesus
and be saved.
The poet penned truthfully:
"At the cross; At the cross!
Where I first saw the Light,
And the burden of my heart
Rolled away...
It was there by faith.
I received my sight
And now I'm happy all the day."
Jesus makes a date to meet us at
His temple. He says, "Where two or
three are gathered together in my
name, there I am in the midst of
them." You have a date with Christ
Sunday rain or shine... heat
or cold. The church is Jesus Christ's
trysting place.
Jesus Christ has a date with you
in the prayer closet... where
your spirit may merge with His
spirit. You will always find Him
there.
Jesus has a date with you in each
place of loving service, wherever
there are human eyes.... wherever 
there are human sigh...
wherever there is a human need
Then and there Jesus dates you. He

said, "Lo, I am with you always."
Jesus has a date with you in the
valley of the shadow of death. How
calmly, how peacefully.... Christians 
die, "Yea, though I walk
through the valley of the shadow
of death, I fear no evil...'"
Jesus keeps Hit date with us in the
Jesus has an eternal date with
you in a heavenly home. The home
"valley"... "Thou art with me."
Of your soul... "I will come
again and receive you unto myself,
that where I am there ye may be
also."
When we come to the end of
life's road, called 'time'... and
stand face to face with eternity
... may you and I be able to
say, "I kept all my dates (appointments) 
with Jesus."

News Of
O. E. S. Chapter
This year is going to prove another 
success for the O. E. S. chapters, 
P. H. A. of our city because
they are striving from the first
month. After a convival Xmas Season 
everyone has put pleasures out
of their month and worked for the
whole month of January and have
made some complete plans for the
next six months.
The O. E. S. Union met as usual
on the third Sunday and made
plans for their annual Palm Sunday 
observance. The chairman for
this event is Sis. J. Jenkins. You
should have been there to have
helped with the plans, but there
will be another meeting on the 3rd
Sunday of this month.
The Matron and Patron Council
met on the fourth Friday and this
was a big meeting with quite a few
members present. We were sure
glad to have the men as well as the
matron from Woodstock. Looking
for all of you back on the next 4th
Friday bringing anonther member
with you.
If you have members who want
the 3rd degree, our own G. W. M.
will do the honors on the 4th Wednesday 
night with Beautiful Star
Chapter.
Chanters be on the lockout for
the "Excelsir Echoes," own own
mineographic sheet of news. Anything 
you want to appear in this
sheet get it to Sis Bartlett no later 
than April 15th.
On May 12 in the Recreation
Room there will be a Bon Voyage
Party for Sis. V. Austin, W. M., of
Northside Chapter. She is state
delegate to the Holy Land.
The G. W. M. is asking the cooperation 
of all chapters with the
Urban League for their "Masonic
Day" parade and program on the
4th Sunday.

PRINCE HALL AFFILIATION
This year is going to prove another 
success for the O. E. S. chapters, 
P. H. A. of our city because
they are striving from the first
month. After a convival Xmas Season 
everyone has put pleasures out
of their month and worked for the
whole month of January and have
made some complete plans for the
next six months.
The O. E. S. Union met as usual
on the third Sunday and made
plans for their annual Palm Sunday 
observance. The chairman for
this event is Sis. J. Jenkins. You
should have been there to have
helped with the plans, but there
will be another meeting on the 3rd
Sunday of this month.
The Matron and Patron Council
met on the fourth Friday and this
was a big meeting with quite a few
members present. We were sure
glad to have the men as well as the
matron from Woodstock. Looking
for all of you back on the next 4th
Friday bringing anonther member
with you.
If you have members who want
the 3rd degree, our own G. W. M.
will do the honors on the 4th Wednesday 
night with Beautiful Star
Chapter.
Chanters be on the lockout for
the "Excelsir Echoes," own own
mineographic sheet of news. Anything 
you want to appear in this
sheet get it to Sis Bartlett no later 
than April 15th.
On May 12 in the Recreation
Room there will be a Bon Voyage
Party for Sis. V. Austin, W. M., of
Northside Chapter. She is state
delegate to the Holy Land.
The G. W. M. is asking the cooperation 
of all chapters with the
Urban League for their "Masonic
Day" parade and program on the
4th Sunday.

THE PERFECT METHOD
Jim — Alice might marry you
If you propose to her correctly.
Fred — How had I better do It?
Jim — Sit on the edge of the
Grand Canyon, get her to sit on
your knee and tell her you'll push
her off if she doesn't say "yes.'"

Teacher Sues
Judge In Texas
Federal 
District Judge Josheph Ingraham 
last week threw out a
$125,000 law suit filed against Federal 
Judge Ben O. Conally by Frederick 
Griffin Sr., former profeasor
at Philander Smith College in
Little Rock, Ark.
Griffin charged Judge Conally
with "arbitrarily" dismissing Griffin's 
$100,000 libel suit against an
Arkansas college.
Judge Ingraham also denied Griffin's 
motion for a change of venue
in his case to the Southern District 
of New York.
The former mathematics instructor 
sued Philander Smith,
charging the school's administration 
defamed his reputation as a
consistent, thorough and competent
mathematician when its academic
committee issued a memo to four
other persons and entered their
copy in the school's record.
He charged that they knowingly, 
falsely stated that he had a
discrepancy in his criteria for determining 
a final grade for a student. 
The trouble at Philander
Smith began when the student
asked for a hearing after receiv
ing 
a failing grade from Griffin.
When Griffin emerged from the
court session, he was arrested by
Deputy Constables C. L. Engelking
and J. D. Roberts.
He was taken to the county jail
when he refused to tell where he
had parked a car for which the
deputy constables held a writ.
A charge of concealing mortgaged 
property was filed against
Griffin. The complainant, Walter
E. Wilder, said he sold the car to
Griffin last October.

SCOUTS OBSERVE 45th BIRTHDAY
Building FOR A 
Tomorrow
45TH  1955
BOY SCOUTS OF AMERICA
Boy Scout Week, Feb. 6 to 12,
marking the 45th anniversary of
the Boy Scouts of America, will
be observed throughout the nation 
by more than 3,660,000 boys
and adult leaders. Since 1910,
more than 22,750,000 boys and
men have been members.
"Building for a Better Tomorrow" 
is the birthday theme.
Members of 95,000 Units, through
demonstrations and exhibits, will
dramatize the purpose of Scout
ing 
and the rich heritage it has
in this country.
Boy Scout Week marks t
completion of the first year of 
National Conservation Good T
the organization has underts
at the request of President E
hower. Units which have 
fled will receive Nations 
servation Good Turn C
of Merit awarded joint
Secretaries of Agriculture 
Interior Ezra Taft 
Douglas McKay, re.

OFFICIAL BOY SCOOT WEEK POSTER
Building FOR A 
Tomorrow
45TH  1955
BOY SCOUTS OF AMERICA
Boy Scout Week, Feb. 6 to 12,
marking the 45th anniversary of
the Boy Scouts of America, will
be observed throughout the nation 
by more than 3,660,000 boys
and adult leaders. Since 1910,
more than 22,750,000 boys and
men have been members.
"Building for a Better Tomorrow" 
is the birthday theme.
Members of 95,000 Units, through
demonstrations and exhibits, will
dramatize the purpose of Scout
ing 
and the rich heritage it has
in this country.
Boy Scout Week marks t
completion of the first year of 
National Conservation Good T
the organization has underts
at the request of President E
hower. Units which have 
fled will receive Nations 
servation Good Turn C
of Merit awarded joint
Secretaries of Agriculture 
Interior Ezra Taft 
Douglas McKay, re.

What Scouting
Means
(Editor's Note: In conjunction
with National Boy Scout Week,
now being observed through. Feb.
12 the Memphis World present
this article by First Class Explorer 
Scout Melvin Jennings, a member 
of Troop 115, Charles Chatman, 
scoutmaster.)
To me, Scouting is a game; it's a
program of interestinng useful
things for me to do in my leisure
time.
In Scouting, I learn the mysteries 
of woodcraft, of first aid swimminus 
and life-saving, hiking and
of outdoor cooking and camping,
of signalling, map-making and citizenship. 
It gives me a chance to
serve the community. Its activities,
not only give pleasure and knowledge, 
but they prepare me to meet
community emergency; for example 
if the mighty waters of the
Mississippi should again flood our
city and its surrounding areas, or
a tornado or eathquake sho
strike us, or a great fire like 
Chicago fire disaster of 1871; it,
Scouting that is, proves my readiness 
to serve.
The purpose of Scouting is:
"Character Building and Citizenship 
Training": its aim is to help
me to become the best citizen that
I can make myself. I, and other
boys like me, really want to make
good—to amount to something like
Washington Lincoln, Carver, B. T.
Washington, Roosevelt and others,
stir us all to ambition and the desire 
to be real men.
Scouting helps me to value the
great heritage which the past has
brought in the life and ideals of
America, and "Scouting" points the
way of good citizenship through
service. Not "getting" but "giving"
—not only "receiving" but "giving
bark" something that Lincoln 
"Make the world better because of
our little lives in it."
Scouting teaches me to be "reverent" 
toward God, to be faithful
in my religious duties, and respect
the convictions of others in matters 
of custom and religion.
Through Scouting I hope to become 
n good citizen, one whom
you, you and you will be proud of;
to do this I shall "try to do my
best" to live this Scout oath:
On my honor I will do my best—
To do my duty to God and my
Country, and to obey the Scout
Law.
To help others at all times.
To keep myself physically strong,
mentally awake, and morally
straight.

ASK MR. DENNETT
The teacher was talking about
the dolphin and its habits.
"And children," she said, pressively, 
"just think? A single
dolphin will have 2,000 baby dolphins!" 

"Goodness!" exclaimed the little
girl at the foot of the class, "and
how many do the married ones
have?"