Memphis World Memphis World Publishing Co. 1955-01-14 Mrs. Rosa Brown Bracy MEMPHIS WORLD 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 mall under the Act of Congress, March 1, 1870 Member of SCOTT NEWSPAPER SYNDICATE W. A. Scott, II, Founder; C. A. Scott, General Manager Mrs. Rosa Brown Bracy Acting Editor The MEMPHIS WORLD is an independent newspaper—non-sectarian and non-partisan, printing news unbiasedly and supporting those things it believes to be of interest to its readers and opposing those things against the interest of its readers. SUBSCRIPTION RATES: Year $5.00—6 Months $3.00—3 Months $1.50 (In Advance) Prompt Action, Need For Memphis NAACP This Sunday, Jan. 16, the Memphis branch NAACP will meet at 4 P. M. in the Universal Room of the Abe Scharff branch YMCA, presumably for the purpose of installing newly elected officers. Monday of this week a similar meeting was held attended by some eleven interested persons and branch president elect Atty. H. T. Lockard. To say the meeting was a disappointment is to be unduly kind, but the fact is that except for the presence of president-elect Lockard none of the past or other incoming officers were present. So in actuality Monday's meeting was not a meeting at all, but rather a gathering of persons interested in the local NAACP. Without casting undue aspersions on any individuals it seems strange that none of the past officers or incoming officers were present at Monday's meeting and it strikes one as doubly strange when one considers the fact that the meeting Was called by past officers. We hope that the nomination and election of president elect Lockard was done in good faith with the understanding that outgoing officers would rally in support of the new president. Right now the Memphis NAACP is stymied. The new officers cannot fully assume responsibility until they have been installed and given access to the branch's records and files. Sunday, Jan. 16, we would like to see the branch NAACP return to the road of progress set in motion by hard working, outgoing president the Rev. Van J. Malone. We would like to see the new officers installed and the NAACP back on the job. There are too many things pressing for the local NAACP to be held up. Let us turn out for Sunday's meeting and keep the NAACP ball rolling. Looking At Racial Representation In Congress It is quite a compliment to our people in general all over the nation, in that at the beginning of the 84th Congress, three members of Our racial group were sworn in. Congressman A. Clayton Powell of New York takes up his third term, while William C. Dawson of Illinois takes up his fourth. In addition to these, one also comes from Detroit, the powerful automobile metropolis. He is Charles C. Diggs, Jr., who along with Dawson, is southern born, the latter being a Georgian. Congressman Diggs is making his maiden voyage and it was qutte a tribute to him that some four hundred citizens from Michigan came up to see him sworn in. Congressman Diggs is a successful undertaker and comes from the heart of the people of his great state. The special train from Detroit, which brought 420 supporters and well wishers to witness his taking of the oath, beyond a doubt will prove an incentive to the political spirit of his city, which should encourage the sending up of still another. A representative form of government, minus of members of a group with such a heavy population as ours, cannot reach into the confines of the crying needs and relations of all the people. While on this score, it must be remembered that many state legislatures will have Negro members. In some of the state houses, are Negroes with lucrative positions in the state capitols. Let the people, long forgotten and neglected, all over the country, regardless of section, get in the voting swing and begin to go out after what has been formerly begged for. The country and a free government are calling for voters, not beggars. Pay Your Poll Tax Those who owe the poll tax should pay it now in order to safeguard his right to vote. We suggest that our civic leaders put on some kind of dramatic; catch-fire, get-going campaign to spur both the payment of the vote toll and voter-registration. One must stay qualified to vote in order to guard and advance the community welfare. Do not delay paying your poll tax. Pay your poll tax today and urge your fellow citizens to do likewise. LEVEL THAT FORT AND VICTORY WILL BE OURS! U.S.A RUSSIA COMMUNIST PROPAGANDA LEFTY 1955 MARCH OF DIMES POSTER GIRL MARY'S SISTER— CATHERINE, EIGHT— TOOK PART IN THE NATIONWIDE TEST OF POLIO VACCINE LAST SPRING— LARGEST OF ITS KIND IN MEDICAL HISTORY! MARCH OF DIMES FUNDS HAVE BROUGHT RESEARCH TO THIS EPIC STAGE. ARY'S PHYSICIAN, DR. LOUIS BRITT GOT PART OF HIS TRAINING UNDER A MARCH OF DIMES FELLOWSHIP. ER DAD, PETER-A NAVY PACIFIC COMBAT VET-AND MOTHER BOTH HAVE BEEN MARCH OF DIMES VOLUNTEERS SINCE 1940—MORE THAN 3,000,000 VOLUNTEERS ARE TAKING PART IN THE 1955 APPEAL, JANUARY 3 TO 31. ORE THAN $2,000 IN MARCH OF DIMES FUNDS HAVE BEEN SPENT SO FAR FOR MARY'S CARE... THE MARCH OF DIMES HAS HELPED MORE THAN 294,000 POLIO VICTIMS SINCE IT WAS FOUNDED. ARY'S PHOTO IS ON MILLIONS OF '55 MARCH OF DIMES POSTERS—ON COIN COLLECTORS—ON COIN CARDS WILL GET IN THE MAIL. MEALTIME MELODIES! Sometimes it is very interesting to single out a food to see what you are really eating when you eat it. Today let's take a look at ice cream. This food is by far America's favorite dessert and snacktime treat — serve a dish of vanilla ice cream and you are sure to please the palate of the most metriculous guest. Yet, with all its popularity, most people don't realize that ice cream is a nutritious food rather than a sweet ending for a meal. Ice cream offers excellentprotein, calcium and several essential vitamins, particularly riboflavin and vitamin A. Recent studies show that some riboflavin in ice cream is more fully used by the body than riboflavin in some other foods. This is an important finding because people who don't take enough milk run short on this nutrient. Ice cream is a good buy, judged on the cost of nutrients, but milk is less expensive. Therefore, you wouldn't want ice cream to replace the milk in your diet, but it does make an excellent milk supplement. Just to show you how nutritious ice cream is, Dr. Dabiberg, of the New York State (Cornell) experiment station, suggests two dishes of plain ice cream as a satisfying "reducing" lunch for a physically active man. He estimates that this ice cream lunch would supply 200 to 100 calories which would be a "reducing" meal for an active 154 pounder who needs about 3,000 calories to maintain body weight. He says that the protein of ice cream is in good relation to its calories and that this lunch would also provide important minerals and vitamins. Its sugar relieves hunger promptly. Its milk sugar and milk fat are digested more slowly, thus furnish energy gradually for a few hours. A luncheon of ice cream is a dramatic way of showing the food value of this favorite food, but many reducing diets include ice cream. It is included because of its food value and because it adds interest and variety to diets. The recipe below shows how ice cream can be enhanced for company dessert or can be served as refreshment when; friends come for bridge. Chocolate Caramel Sauce 2-3 cup caramel sauce 1-4 cup cream 1 layer white cake 1 pint Chocolate Ice Cream Combine sauce and cream. Cut cake into squares and slice each through the middle, sandwich fashion. Place ice cream between slices and pour caramel sauce over cake. Serve 4 to 6. POLIO CALENDAR JAN. 17 — "Double Dime Snack" 2132 Stovall — 7:30 P. M. Sponsored by Playtime Kindergarten - Mary Hortense Crivens, director. JAN. 20 — "Everybody's Birthday Party" — 2220 Stovall, 8 P. M. Sponsored by Housewives League Jnit No. 12. Mrs. Ruth Newels, director. JAN. 21 — "Spiritual Time In Dixie", 8 P. M. Pilgrim Rest Baptist Church — The Rev. W. T. Brewster, pastor — Mrs. Lillian Warford, chairman — featuring KWEM talent. JAN. 22 — WDIA Direct Broadast of "Hallelujah Jubilee" — 7:00 P. M. With Theo (Bless My Bones) Wade - St. Matthews Baptist church; The Rev. H. H. Harper, pastor. JAN. 24 — Beauticians Benefit Ball, 9:00 P. M. Currie's Club Tropicana — 1331 Thomas; Dancing to Ben Branch's prchestra; Mrs. Hattie B. Estes, chairman; Mrs. Eunice Bruce, cochairman. JAN. 29 — WDIA Direct Broadcast of Halleluja Jubilee", 7 P. M. With The O (Bless My Bones) Wade. Lane Avenue Baptist Church The Rev. J. W. Williams, pastor. JAN. 31 — Mothers March on Po 6:30 'til 8:30 P. M. — Mrs. St. Julian Simpkins, chairman, Mrs. Lucille Price co-chairman. FEB 1 — Fourth Annual Polio Ball 9 P. M. Flamingo Room. Dancing, to Finas Newborn Orchestra, Mrs. Ann L. Hall, chairman. Mrs. Mabel Johnson, co-chairman. Newspaper Attack cial progress. The first report thus concerns "the legal definition of the Negro's status as the framework within which patterns of race relations are worked out." According to the institute, no lynchings were recorded in the nation during 1954 for the second consecutive year. Contending the very existence of laws regulating the conduct of the races is a barrier to peaceful relations between whites and Negroes Dr. Tester wrote: "There is a body of taw on the statute books of the states and lesser civil divisions legislating race relations. Individuals and groups under the threat of legal sanctions, are directed to courses of action regardlpes of their desires of dispositions." Tracing the present pattern of race relations development, Foster pointed to a Supreme court decision of 1883 that stated that reguation of racial matters was the right of the sates. But the anti-segregation decision of May 17 rejected the old doctrine, he said and established a principle "which is permissive in that it allows the individual freedom to work out race relations" on his own approach. STATUTE BOOKS cial progress. The first report thus concerns "the legal definition of the Negro's status as the framework within which patterns of race relations are worked out." According to the institute, no lynchings were recorded in the nation during 1954 for the second consecutive year. Contending the very existence of laws regulating the conduct of the races is a barrier to peaceful relations between whites and Negroes Dr. Tester wrote: "There is a body of taw on the statute books of the states and lesser civil divisions legislating race relations. Individuals and groups under the threat of legal sanctions, are directed to courses of action regardlpes of their desires of dispositions." Tracing the present pattern of race relations development, Foster pointed to a Supreme court decision of 1883 that stated that reguation of racial matters was the right of the sates. But the anti-segregation decision of May 17 rejected the old doctrine, he said and established a principle "which is permissive in that it allows the individual freedom to work out race relations" on his own approach. Fish Becomes of three Negro colleges to share the honor, at its holiday confab in Los Angeles. John Work, head of the Fisk Music Department, and Director of the Jubilee Sincere, acclaimed the row promotion a welcome recognition and an added impetus to further achievements in the department. QUIET THIEVES Two men walked into a local grill during its busiest rush period and while business went on as usual, they left— taking with them the cash register. 11,000 Draftees Asked In March The Defense Department requested the Selective Service system Wednesday to furnish 11,000 draftees for the Army in March—the second cut made under the Administration's manpower reduction program. The draft quota pared from 23,000 in January, is the same as was previously announced for February. The Department expects to continue the draft at 11,000 a month at least until June. The March call will bring the total number of youths drafted since the beginning of the Korean. America By 1975 America by 1975 probably will be using 110 per cent more petroleum than it used in 1950, according to projections of the President's Materials Policy Commission, issued June, 1952. The National Association of Manu facturers cites these figures in discussing projected 1975 usage of petroleum for motor fuel, kerosene and distillates, residual oil, lubricants, and other products. Motor fuel consumption is expected to increase from 994 million barrels in 1950 to 2.085 million barrels in 1975; kerosene, and dislubricants from 39 to 75 million barmillion barrels; residual oil from 554 million to 1,110 million barrels; lubricants from 39 to 75 million barrels, and other products from 275 to 550 million barrels. Investment, in and research by oil companies in a system of free enterprise will help insure attainment of these projections. New York State Baptist Prexy Is Funeralized Funeral services were held last week at the Union Baptist church in Harlem for the Rev. George H. Sims, Sr. president of the Empire Baptist Missionary Convention. Burial was in the family lot in Cumberland. Va. Dr. Sims died at his home. He had been in declining health for some years. He had been president of the State convention since 1912 and last year did not actively lead the annual meeting for the first time. Born in Cumberland, Va., in April 1871, he was the first Negro to build a Baptist church in New York on 63rd St., in 1905. He was an original member of the New York State Commission Against Discrimination, being appointed by former Gov. Thomas E. Dewey Long a leader in his denomination he was a member of the Baptist Educational Center of New York City and was president of the Negro Auxiliary of the New York City and was president of the Negro Auxiliar you the New York Baptist Baptist Association He was also a trustee a Virginian seminary. Surviving are a widow, Mrs. Loise Sims; two daughters, Edith P. Sims and Mrs. Ariel Simms and a Son, G. H. Sims, Jr., who was assistant pastor of his father's church and had been acting pastor since his illness. Walter White is Granted Leave Walter White, executive secretary of the National Association for the Advancement of Colored People, has been granted a three months leave of absence to regain his health, Dr. Channing H. Tobias, chairman of the NAACP Board of Directors, announced this week. Upon recommendation of Mr. White's physician, the Board votedt to grant the leave at its regular monthly meeting here on January 3. Action followed a motion by Arthur B. Spingarn, the Association's veteran president, who reported the doctor's recommendation that Mr. White be relieved of official responsibility for a period of three months so that "he may return to work with full strength to meet the unusual pressures and obligations of his office." Mr. White's physician described his cardiac condition as "most satisfactoy." However, it was added another three months would be reouired for him to fully recuperate. The NAACP executive was hospitalized last October. Released from the hospital oh Nov. 20, he has remained at home making his first public appearance when he reported to the NAACP annual meeting here On January 3. In Mr. White's absence, Roy Wil kins, administrator, serves as headof the NAACP staff. Taming Carney Wilde by BART SPICER RUSSELL and the captain were just Brushing as we came in the dining saloon. Russell stopped for a moment, blew on a raw red fist and winked at me. "You'll be bored to hear that Ed and Bebe left safely. Nobody slopped them here, anyway. I promised to send their luggage to general delivery, Chicago. They didn't dare take anything with them." I said that was fine. I introduced Grodnik to Capt. Jellicoe and then we sat down. "Steak's always fine here, captain," I said, knowing Grodnik's weakness. I handed him the menu. Lunch took us more than an hour. Grodnik was hungry and I didn't try to hurry him. I couldn't think of what to do next. If I had held Bolck and turned him over to the local cops, maybe they would nave let me tag along with then investigation. But I and traded Bonck for an almost useless tip that, didn't seem helpful just now. "A trick," Boltinck had said, "not a place to meet, but something tricky." And that was no help. I sat back and lit a clgaret. "Anything working in your brain, captain?" "Not when I'm eating," Grodnik said serenely. "Do you think the FBI would let us go along if they've got a lead?" "No chance," Grodnik said. "The city cop's won't freeze me out, though they won't go out of their way to help me any. But the feds are out." "That's what I figured. Well, we've got Boltinck's tip. Stewart and his girl are meeting in New Orleans. But not at a place. No specific rendezvous. But they have a plan that satisfies them. They're sure it will work. So what does that mean?" He said: "We know it's New Orleans, at least. So we know more than the cops or the FBL We know they're headed for Brazil. Everything out of here will be searched right down to the rivets—trains, planes, ships, the works. That gives us a good chance. But that doesn't help you a bit, does it?" "Not a bit," I agreed. "Not if the FBI abs him when I'm not around. Suppose Stewart and his girl ... what's her name again?" "Mary WcVicker," Grodnik said. "Suppose they ..." My voice dwindled to silence as I stared at the doorway. There was a ferocious bearded pirate in a wide torn hat, floppy breeches, buckled shoes and a ripped jersey. I rose half out of my chair before I spotted the bandage poking out from under the hat. "What the heck are you?" "Dominique you, me," Russell grunted. He crossed his arms. Showing fake tattoos on both fore arms. A pair of silver-bound duelling pistols stuck out from a scarlet sash. "Dominique you-me," I parroted. "You're off your chump." "Not you-me, you jerk," Russell grinned. "Just you. Old Dominique. You was Jean Lafitte's right-hand man. This is my Mardi Gras getup. Pretty fierce, en? Grodnik stared at me blankly. "It's terrific," I said. "You a member of one of the parading outfits?" "One of the Crewes? Oh, no: That's just for the local residents. No, this rig is for Masking Day. Everybody wears something then. I think I'll be spectacular, no?" "You'll be spectacular, yes," I agreed. "You mean everybody does that here? Not just a chosen few?" "Everybody. Even you; I'll bet," "Sore. Just get me a high paper hat I'll be right in character." "Feeling like a dunce, are you? Me, I reel wonderful. I hung a few lovelies on Boltinck's chops and I feel fine. Well, I'm off to astound the captain. I'll see you ..." "Hey," I yelled. "When is this Masking Day?" "Mardi Gras, dope. Fat Tues day." Russell prowled out of the saloon, pausing to leap wildly at a busy steward. I lifted an eyebrow at Grodnik. "What do you think?" "About what?" "Masking Day. If Russell is right, everybody will be running around in some zany getup. Masks What a cover for a man who wants to duck the cops." "Could be," Grodnik said placidly. He swallowed and poured another cup of coffee. Then he leaned back and unwrapped a cheap cigar. "You go around pulling off masks and somebody's going to pull off your ears." "But suppose Stewart and his girl ..." My mouth hung wide and dropped even more. Just the thin edge of a chance, the wild, ungodly chance. But it could be. Sure it could. "You sick?" Grodnik asked calmly. "I had a thought," I said stupidly. "Knocked me over. How long since you did any leg-work, captain?" "Too long." "I've got an idea. I'll have to check. You coming?" Grodnik moved with no hesitation. He picked up his gray felt is from a chair, placed It squarely on his head using both hands. We got off the beat quickly. Nobody tried to stop us, but there were three hard-eyed young men who looked us over thoughtfully as we climbed the cobbled embankment. "Wait a minute," I said. I walked over to a glass telephone booth set against a warehouse wall and lifted the directory. I flipped to the classified section, round the listing I wanted and ripped the page out. Then I rejoined Grodnik and we signalled a taxi. "What's the pitch?" he growled. I showed him the yellow page, pointing my finger at the thick black type that read: "Costumes, Rental." "Stewart?" Grodnik asked. 'Stewart," I said. Grodnik and I set out to see every New Orleans dealer in rented costumes, to check all records and addresses that had been given by renters. It would have been a week-long, chore it we'd gone down the list alphabetically, out driver was a tower of stren He organized the dealers by areas, eliminating the smaller ones who worked the outlying districts. There were still a lot of them but not too many. We covered them in four hours of hard sweating and the driver's eyes began to shine as he watched the meter. We climbed narrow, wobbly stairs to third-floor offices, walked endless miles through warehouses to reach the costume shop which was always far in the back. Twice we found big Canal St. shops with pleasant ground-floor units. But most of them were in the cheap rent spots, as close to the down town area as they could afford. I took four alone. Grodnik's feet had begun to give him sharp reminders of his days as a foot slogging patrolman. "So what have we got?" he asked dourly when I got in. "Fourteen possibles," I said wearily. I looked at my watch. Five-thirty now, a bad time to and people at home. "Let's skip all hotel addresses and try the of That leaves ..." I ran my pencil down the scrawled sheet, ticking off the names of costume renters I had taken from the shop rrcords. "... uh ... six. I guess they'll turn out to be local dents, but we'd better try them and leave the hotel people till later tonight." I leaned forward to give the first address to the driver. He nodded. "That's down in the Quarter, the Vieux Carre, as they say. Just a step. Say, you fellows cops?" "No," I said flatly. "Well, I was wondering," he muttered. "We got better than 25 bucks on the meter now, and I was wondering ..." "Okay." I got out my wallet, and some bills out and gave him $20. "That hold you?" It held him. Grodnik's feet hurt, my shoulder ached, and I felt gusted with my bright idea by now. But our driver was having a good day. CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE by BART SPICER RUSSELL and the captain were just Brushing as we came in the dining saloon. Russell stopped for a moment, blew on a raw red fist and winked at me. "You'll be bored to hear that Ed and Bebe left safely. Nobody slopped them here, anyway. I promised to send their luggage to general delivery, Chicago. They didn't dare take anything with them." I said that was fine. I introduced Grodnik to Capt. Jellicoe and then we sat down. "Steak's always fine here, captain," I said, knowing Grodnik's weakness. I handed him the menu. Lunch took us more than an hour. Grodnik was hungry and I didn't try to hurry him. I couldn't think of what to do next. If I had held Bolck and turned him over to the local cops, maybe they would nave let me tag along with then investigation. But I and traded Bonck for an almost useless tip that, didn't seem helpful just now. "A trick," Boltinck had said, "not a place to meet, but something tricky." And that was no help. I sat back and lit a clgaret. "Anything working in your brain, captain?" "Not when I'm eating," Grodnik said serenely. "Do you think the FBI would let us go along if they've got a lead?" "No chance," Grodnik said. "The city cop's won't freeze me out, though they won't go out of their way to help me any. But the feds are out." "That's what I figured. Well, we've got Boltinck's tip. Stewart and his girl are meeting in New Orleans. But not at a place. No specific rendezvous. But they have a plan that satisfies them. They're sure it will work. So what does that mean?" He said: "We know it's New Orleans, at least. So we know more than the cops or the FBL We know they're headed for Brazil. Everything out of here will be searched right down to the rivets—trains, planes, ships, the works. That gives us a good chance. But that doesn't help you a bit, does it?" "Not a bit," I agreed. "Not if the FBI abs him when I'm not around. Suppose Stewart and his girl ... what's her name again?" "Mary WcVicker," Grodnik said. "Suppose they ..." My voice dwindled to silence as I stared at the doorway. There was a ferocious bearded pirate in a wide torn hat, floppy breeches, buckled shoes and a ripped jersey. I rose half out of my chair before I spotted the bandage poking out from under the hat. "What the heck are you?" "Dominique you, me," Russell grunted. He crossed his arms. Showing fake tattoos on both fore arms. A pair of silver-bound duelling pistols stuck out from a scarlet sash. "Dominique you-me," I parroted. "You're off your chump." "Not you-me, you jerk," Russell grinned. "Just you. Old Dominique. You was Jean Lafitte's right-hand man. This is my Mardi Gras getup. Pretty fierce, en? Grodnik stared at me blankly. "It's terrific," I said. "You a member of one of the parading outfits?" "One of the Crewes? Oh, no: That's just for the local residents. No, this rig is for Masking Day. Everybody wears something then. I think I'll be spectacular, no?" "You'll be spectacular, yes," I agreed. "You mean everybody does that here? Not just a chosen few?" "Everybody. Even you; I'll bet," "Sore. Just get me a high paper hat I'll be right in character." "Feeling like a dunce, are you? Me, I reel wonderful. I hung a few lovelies on Boltinck's chops and I feel fine. Well, I'm off to astound the captain. I'll see you ..." "Hey," I yelled. "When is this Masking Day?" "Mardi Gras, dope. Fat Tues day." Russell prowled out of the saloon, pausing to leap wildly at a busy steward. I lifted an eyebrow at Grodnik. "What do you think?" "About what?" "Masking Day. If Russell is right, everybody will be running around in some zany getup. Masks What a cover for a man who wants to duck the cops." "Could be," Grodnik said placidly. He swallowed and poured another cup of coffee. Then he leaned back and unwrapped a cheap cigar. "You go around pulling off masks and somebody's going to pull off your ears." "But suppose Stewart and his girl ..." My mouth hung wide and dropped even more. Just the thin edge of a chance, the wild, ungodly chance. But it could be. Sure it could. "You sick?" Grodnik asked calmly. "I had a thought," I said stupidly. "Knocked me over. How long since you did any leg-work, captain?" "Too long." "I've got an idea. I'll have to check. You coming?" Grodnik moved with no hesitation. He picked up his gray felt is from a chair, placed It squarely on his head using both hands. We got off the beat quickly. Nobody tried to stop us, but there were three hard-eyed young men who looked us over thoughtfully as we climbed the cobbled embankment. "Wait a minute," I said. I walked over to a glass telephone booth set against a warehouse wall and lifted the directory. I flipped to the classified section, round the listing I wanted and ripped the page out. Then I rejoined Grodnik and we signalled a taxi. "What's the pitch?" he growled. I showed him the yellow page, pointing my finger at the thick black type that read: "Costumes, Rental." "Stewart?" Grodnik asked. 'Stewart," I said. Grodnik and I set out to see every New Orleans dealer in rented costumes, to check all records and addresses that had been given by renters. It would have been a week-long, chore it we'd gone down the list alphabetically, out driver was a tower of stren He organized the dealers by areas, eliminating the smaller ones who worked the outlying districts. There were still a lot of them but not too many. We covered them in four hours of hard sweating and the driver's eyes began to shine as he watched the meter. We climbed narrow, wobbly stairs to third-floor offices, walked endless miles through warehouses to reach the costume shop which was always far in the back. Twice we found big Canal St. shops with pleasant ground-floor units. But most of them were in the cheap rent spots, as close to the down town area as they could afford. I took four alone. Grodnik's feet had begun to give him sharp reminders of his days as a foot slogging patrolman. "So what have we got?" he asked dourly when I got in. "Fourteen possibles," I said wearily. I looked at my watch. Five-thirty now, a bad time to and people at home. "Let's skip all hotel addresses and try the of That leaves ..." I ran my pencil down the scrawled sheet, ticking off the names of costume renters I had taken from the shop rrcords. "... uh ... six. I guess they'll turn out to be local dents, but we'd better try them and leave the hotel people till later tonight." I leaned forward to give the first address to the driver. He nodded. "That's down in the Quarter, the Vieux Carre, as they say. Just a step. Say, you fellows cops?" "No," I said flatly. "Well, I was wondering," he muttered. "We got better than 25 bucks on the meter now, and I was wondering ..." "Okay." I got out my wallet, and some bills out and gave him $20. "That hold you?" It held him. Grodnik's feet hurt, my shoulder ached, and I felt gusted with my bright idea by now. But our driver was having a good day. Memphis Nat D. Slated As FAMU Press Consultant (Special) — Nat D. Williams (see cut) of Memphis, Tennessee — one of America's more colorful figures in journalism — will be one of, the chief consultants at the fifth annual Florida A and M University Interscholastic press workshop scheduled for January 28-29, according to Charles J. Smith, III, workshop director. Williams was horn Nathaniel Dowd Williams in Memphis and was educated in the public schools of his hometown. He graduated from Tennessee A and I State College (now Tennessee A and I State University) in 1928. Following grad tion Williams went to New York City where he; worked on Negro weekly newspapers. 8-756 Shelby ber of cities. Sam Quails, Jr. chairman of the Memphis-Shelby County Chapter Division of the National Foundation for Infantile Paralysis and local campaign director, in urging people of Memphis and Shelby County to give from their hearts to put the March of Dimes drive over the top, said, "It's a bigger job now that polio prevention research has been added as a tremendously important part of the March of Dimes' work. Treatment for those already stricken must also be continued. Do your part in helping Shelby County exceed the estimated amount needed — approximately $200,000 Send your gift today to March of Dimes, 148 S. Fourth, Memphis." SURPRISED THIEVES Surprised store employees, reporting back to the store to put up Christmas decorations, surprised safecrackers at their work. Police, called to the store, said the side of the safe and the tip of an acetylene torch were too hot to handle when the employes walked in but none saw the escaping thieves. An estimated $2,200 in the safe was untouched. Atlanta World reau of the United Press. In answering the question on the proposal for membership form of whether from his personal knowledege of the candidate and his qualifications he considered the applicant would be a desirable member, Mr. Pearson wrote: "I think Mr. Lautier would be an excellent addition to the club's membership." This is the first time in the history of the club that a co American has ever been proposed or approved for membership. Mr. Lautier is a member of the Congressional Press Galleries and of the White House Correspondents Association. He has been a member of the Congressional Press Gallaries since 1947. Folsom May Attend Two Inaugurals "Guvenah" James E. Folsom Alabama has promised that he will attend both the Negro inaugural ball and the white inaugural ball the night he takes office on Jan. 17. Aides disclosed that Folsom and members of his cabinet will visit Alabama State College for Negroes —after they have made an earlier appearange at the huge state Coliseum where white guests will celebrate the inauguration. GOLF BALLS, NOT WALLET After a burglary suspect told police he bad hid a wallet along a creek which meanders along a municipal golf course, they investigated. They didn't find the wallet but they did find about a dozen golf balls.