Memphis World Memphis World Publishing Co. 1952-03-04 Chester M. Hampton NICHOLAS look off his watch, laid it on the desk before Mollie. "Ten minutes," he said. "From the beginning." "Yes" Her eyes on his face, anger and grief occasionally ruffling her calm, she told the entire Story, describing Johnny, the grandmother. Dr. Voss Panic threatened her as she reached the conclusion. "I told Dr. McIntosh to let Josek or someone operate!" she cried. "The minute I realized the family's opinion of me as woman doctor—but that Voss! He's the one to blame for the publicity! How did, they ever get the child into City?" "Took him home. Had the police call an ambulance as an emergency." "Yes—but even now, Nicholas . . ." She leaned toward, him. Everyone is forgetting the child and the fact that he has cancer. He can lose his leg through this gee-hawing between doctors and hospitals! Ethics, our rights— nothing matters except Johnny! And nobody remembers that." His smile was sweet. "You remember it, Mollie," he said softly. She blinked. "Oh, Nicholas— please tell me what to do? Should I go down there and operate?" "You told the City hospital manger th t you'd ask Mac." "Oh, he and Stoetzal and this fellow have it all cooked up. I know what they'll say." "Then you know what you're going to have to do" he said, reaching for his watch, slipping the band over his hand. "Nicholas!" He looked op "Yes?" "Will you do that operation? Will you? Oh! please. Nicholas!" Her tone was terse to the point of prayerfulness. He sat gazing out the window. "I Know you're in spot. Mollie and I'll tell you what to do Like you. I know Stoetzal and Mae will agree to it. Now — you asked for advice, and this is it. I hope you take it. You call your friend —after checking with Mac, out it'll be O K. You call the City hospital manager and tell him to send Johnny back to Children's. His father's insurance with one of the Group's hospitals takes nun out of the charity class and so me is in eligible for tree City care. The City hospital should and will— tell the father to return the child to Railroad, and thus to Children's — and to you. All you have to do is to mention that insurance to the manager. He's waiting for you to do it." "More gee-having," said Mollie wryly. "Then what?" "Then you and I together will opera on Johnny." She stood up, binding her knees weak, her skin pekly in her nerves' relief from strain in Nicholas . . ." she breathed. The thought struck her. She looked at him. "What if something goes wrong!" she asked tightly. "It could! What if Johnny—what "it he dies?" He seized her arm and shook her. "You're, panicky," he accused. "I'm ashamed t you, Mollie!" "But he could die, Nicholas!" "Of course he could. And that would be very nasty, for all concerned. But—he has an equal chance of not dying. If he doesn't —even it his leg is saved—you won't get any credit. Have you thought of that?" Her face pale, she managed smile. "Quick, let's go talk to the Chief," she s id firmly. Johnny Ormond was returned to Children's hospital that afternoon; the operation on his knee was scheduled for ten the next morning. After the publicity and the hospital talk. Dr. Cowan's name was scarcely needed to fill the big amphitheater in which the surgery was to take place. The benches were packed. The City hospital orthopedic surgeon and the manager were there. Dr. Voss was given place, and hadn't the wit to refuse It. Every Staff, resident, nurse and student who could claim a right and chance to be present was there. Peter Shepherd, was— he was down on the floor, sort of assistant to the assistants. Hearing the gloves snap on Nicholas hands. Dr. McIntosh whispered to Dr. Stoetzal, "This is very big day in my life." "How did you manage It?" "I decided that the way to deal With woman doctor was not to fight it, but to go along with her being woman." "That means something, 1 suppose?" "It means Nichol s Cowan dressed in gown stenciled OPR ROOM." "Looks good, too," said Stoetzal, his eyes smiling. Motile, winding gauze, glanced up at Nicholas who was giving his p. o. orders. His eyes were shining unwonted excitement enriched his voice. Mollie was happy, too, and thought she Knew now he left. She could even be glad she'd got into trouble: it had leveled way for Nicholas to get Back into active surgery. Maybe held been wanting a way—On the way over to Children's she'd express her nope that he'd continue to work with her. If he took the suggestion personally —well— He had been giving his order to the surgical resident, but— "Make your report to Dr. Brooks," he concluded. Disappointed—as rebuffed as if she and spoken her plans—Mollie saw him push against the door of the scrub-up room, saw its pale green emptiness lap into place. She shrugged her chin free of the mask and turned to follow the cart which carried Johnny Ormond. "At last," said Peter Shepherd, falling back to walk beside her "I've seen Dr. Cowan operate! Yeah, man! And he's good! But so are you." Mollie glanced up, frowning. "Yes," she said coldly, "I even dropped a sequestrum." He laughed, remembering that small clang of metal upon the tiled floor, and Nicholas' cool voice. . . . "Yes, Doctor?" "I didn't mean only, the operation," Peter went on, "or you" s surgeon." As they entered one of the tunnels, and were alone for the minute, his hand touched her shoulder. "I was thinking more of the clever way you solved an extremely bad situation. You dropped no forceps there. I've never seen anything so gracefully done. I suppose you had timeto catch the look on Voss' face this morning?" "Was he there?" "Didn't you know he was?" "I'd have dropped more than sequestrum." "Not you. You did wonderful job, in all respects. Johnny want even limp." "If the bone grafts take . . ." "They'll take. I tell you, I was proud of you. The way Dr. McIntosh beamed at you and Stoetzal. Are you going to have your picture in the paper?" "Oh, sure Right long with Nicholas'" "Yes, I heard how he cut down the suggestion of" photographer in the operating room." "He's wonderful, person, Peter." She spoke solemnly. "Yes, he is. But I stood there watching you, and I said to myself. That's my girl! and gee, I was proud!" Mollies tone was crisp. "Are you perhaps polishing the apple a little. Dr. Shepherd?" He frowned. "How do you mean?" She shook her head, her hair spraying. They walked long. "You mean, I because you're Staff," decided because Peter. "Well—that's right. You are Staff. But I keep forgetting it. You don't look like a doctor, though you're tine one. But the way you look, and are, away from your work—I keep forgetting the doctor part. I mean that as a compliment, Mollie." Mollie stretched her gauze cap between her hands. "Thank you, doctor," she said formally. Peter blinked. "Have I said something wrong?" "NO. Though I do feel it's better to separate personal and professional matters." "I don't do too well at that," he confessed. "When I was assigned over here, I got pretty definite warning to watch my attitude to the Staff doctors." Mollie looked up questioningly. "I told them," he went on brashly, his cheek deeply creased, "that I'd had no complaints, from any of the—er—Staff." Mollie made ho answer. Head up, cheeks red, she stepped ahead of him into the elevator. CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN NICHOLAS look off his watch, laid it on the desk before Mollie. "Ten minutes," he said. "From the beginning." "Yes" Her eyes on his face, anger and grief occasionally ruffling her calm, she told the entire Story, describing Johnny, the grandmother. Dr. Voss Panic threatened her as she reached the conclusion. "I told Dr. McIntosh to let Josek or someone operate!" she cried. "The minute I realized the family's opinion of me as woman doctor—but that Voss! He's the one to blame for the publicity! How did, they ever get the child into City?" "Took him home. Had the police call an ambulance as an emergency." "Yes—but even now, Nicholas . . ." She leaned toward, him. Everyone is forgetting the child and the fact that he has cancer. He can lose his leg through this gee-hawing between doctors and hospitals! Ethics, our rights— nothing matters except Johnny! And nobody remembers that." His smile was sweet. "You remember it, Mollie," he said softly. She blinked. "Oh, Nicholas— please tell me what to do? Should I go down there and operate?" "You told the City hospital manger th t you'd ask Mac." "Oh, he and Stoetzal and this fellow have it all cooked up. I know what they'll say." "Then you know what you're going to have to do" he said, reaching for his watch, slipping the band over his hand. "Nicholas!" He looked op "Yes?" "Will you do that operation? Will you? Oh! please. Nicholas!" Her tone was terse to the point of prayerfulness. He sat gazing out the window. "I Know you're in spot. Mollie and I'll tell you what to do Like you. I know Stoetzal and Mae will agree to it. Now — you asked for advice, and this is it. I hope you take it. You call your friend —after checking with Mac, out it'll be O K. You call the City hospital manager and tell him to send Johnny back to Children's. His father's insurance with one of the Group's hospitals takes nun out of the charity class and so me is in eligible for tree City care. The City hospital should and will— tell the father to return the child to Railroad, and thus to Children's — and to you. All you have to do is to mention that insurance to the manager. He's waiting for you to do it." "More gee-having," said Mollie wryly. "Then what?" "Then you and I together will opera on Johnny." She stood up, binding her knees weak, her skin pekly in her nerves' relief from strain in Nicholas . . ." she breathed. The thought struck her. She looked at him. "What if something goes wrong!" she asked tightly. "It could! What if Johnny—what "it he dies?" He seized her arm and shook her. "You're, panicky," he accused. "I'm ashamed t you, Mollie!" "But he could die, Nicholas!" "Of course he could. And that would be very nasty, for all concerned. But—he has an equal chance of not dying. If he doesn't —even it his leg is saved—you won't get any credit. Have you thought of that?" Her face pale, she managed smile. "Quick, let's go talk to the Chief," she s id firmly. Johnny Ormond was returned to Children's hospital that afternoon; the operation on his knee was scheduled for ten the next morning. After the publicity and the hospital talk. Dr. Cowan's name was scarcely needed to fill the big amphitheater in which the surgery was to take place. The benches were packed. The City hospital orthopedic surgeon and the manager were there. Dr. Voss was given place, and hadn't the wit to refuse It. Every Staff, resident, nurse and student who could claim a right and chance to be present was there. Peter Shepherd, was— he was down on the floor, sort of assistant to the assistants. Hearing the gloves snap on Nicholas hands. Dr. McIntosh whispered to Dr. Stoetzal, "This is very big day in my life." "How did you manage It?" "I decided that the way to deal With woman doctor was not to fight it, but to go along with her being woman." "That means something, 1 suppose?" "It means Nichol s Cowan dressed in gown stenciled OPR ROOM." "Looks good, too," said Stoetzal, his eyes smiling. Motile, winding gauze, glanced up at Nicholas who was giving his p. o. orders. His eyes were shining unwonted excitement enriched his voice. Mollie was happy, too, and thought she Knew now he left. She could even be glad she'd got into trouble: it had leveled way for Nicholas to get Back into active surgery. Maybe held been wanting a way—On the way over to Children's she'd express her nope that he'd continue to work with her. If he took the suggestion personally —well— He had been giving his order to the surgical resident, but— "Make your report to Dr. Brooks," he concluded. Disappointed—as rebuffed as if she and spoken her plans—Mollie saw him push against the door of the scrub-up room, saw its pale green emptiness lap into place. She shrugged her chin free of the mask and turned to follow the cart which carried Johnny Ormond. "At last," said Peter Shepherd, falling back to walk beside her "I've seen Dr. Cowan operate! Yeah, man! And he's good! But so are you." Mollie glanced up, frowning. "Yes," she said coldly, "I even dropped a sequestrum." He laughed, remembering that small clang of metal upon the tiled floor, and Nicholas' cool voice. . . . "Yes, Doctor?" "I didn't mean only, the operation," Peter went on, "or you" s surgeon." As they entered one of the tunnels, and were alone for the minute, his hand touched her shoulder. "I was thinking more of the clever way you solved an extremely bad situation. You dropped no forceps there. I've never seen anything so gracefully done. I suppose you had timeto catch the look on Voss' face this morning?" "Was he there?" "Didn't you know he was?" "I'd have dropped more than sequestrum." "Not you. You did wonderful job, in all respects. Johnny want even limp." "If the bone grafts take . . ." "They'll take. I tell you, I was proud of you. The way Dr. McIntosh beamed at you and Stoetzal. Are you going to have your picture in the paper?" "Oh, sure Right long with Nicholas'" "Yes, I heard how he cut down the suggestion of" photographer in the operating room." "He's wonderful, person, Peter." She spoke solemnly. "Yes, he is. But I stood there watching you, and I said to myself. That's my girl! and gee, I was proud!" Mollies tone was crisp. "Are you perhaps polishing the apple a little. Dr. Shepherd?" He frowned. "How do you mean?" She shook her head, her hair spraying. They walked long. "You mean, I because you're Staff," decided because Peter. "Well—that's right. You are Staff. But I keep forgetting it. You don't look like a doctor, though you're tine one. But the way you look, and are, away from your work—I keep forgetting the doctor part. I mean that as a compliment, Mollie." Mollie stretched her gauze cap between her hands. "Thank you, doctor," she said formally. Peter blinked. "Have I said something wrong?" "NO. Though I do feel it's better to separate personal and professional matters." "I don't do too well at that," he confessed. "When I was assigned over here, I got pretty definite warning to watch my attitude to the Staff doctors." Mollie looked up questioningly. "I told them," he went on brashly, his cheek deeply creased, "that I'd had no complaints, from any of the—er—Staff." Mollie made ho answer. Head up, cheeks red, she stepped ahead of him into the elevator. Civil Aeronautics Board Cancels Low-Cost Flying The Civil Aeronautics Board Wednesday cancelled low-cost air coach service by six of the nation's major scheduled airplanes. The order takes effect March 31. The Board said this action was taken "only because" the companies failed to comply with cab policy which had been designed to insure economically sound-coach service at reasonable, fares. Companies named in Wednesday's order are Capital, Eastern, National, Northwest, United and Western Airlines. "The Board specifically cited the Lines' failure to reduce coach fares at off-peak times to four cents per passenger mile. It also charged that the carriers have not complied with Board orders by increasing the number of seats on day coaches. When the Board originally approved the low-cost service it pointed out that the off-peak or night coaches make use of otherwise idle equipment facilities and personnel, and that because of the resultant cost savings reduction of the fares to or below the fourcent level "would be re son ble." Board spokesman expressed the hope that the lines would correct their operations policies to conform with the government's plans. Federal Group To Study Civil Service Appointment Designed to attract more workers to government jobs, new type of appointment! known as "probationalindefinite," was submitted to the federal personnel council recently. Under the new proposal, persons appointed to jobs s result of a civil service examination would be offered first chance at permanent assignments, Fordyce W. Luikart, chief of the commission's examining and pl cement division, told meeting of the, federal personnel council. Most federal hiring since December 1, 1950, has been on an "indefinite" basis, regardless of whether appointees passed competitive examinations or were hired under emergency conditions without examination. It is this group which would be most affected by the new proposal which was referred to the councill's employment committee for study. In another announcement, the civil service commission said federaI workers who lose their jobs in agency layoffs or who are displaced by order of the civil service commission must henceforward repay the government for any unearned sick leave or vacation time which has been advanced to them. Meanwhile, applications now are being accepted, for the following civil service positions: Aircraft inspector and industrial specialist, $3410-$8380; food scientist, $5060-$8360; food product specialist, $4205-$9600; scientific illustrator (medical), $3410-$5060, and medical photographer, $2950$4205. Applicants will be accepted on the basis of education and experience. Further information may be obtained from the local civic service commission or from the U. S. Civil Service Commission. CLAXTON; NATIONALLY KNOWN SHOWMAN; PROUD FATHER OF SON It's a (boy at the residence of Mr. and Mrs. Leon Claxton, 1901 Grace St., Tampa, Fla. The new arrival was born on February 18 at a local hospital and weighed 10 1-2 lbs. The Claxtons have two other Children, their ten-year-old daughter, Olivia and another daughter, Gwenetta, 22 months old. Mrs. Claxton is the former Miss Gwendolyn Bates of Kansas City, Mo. and was a constant visitor in Atlanta and other points in Georgls, Mr. Claxton is a native of Memphis, Tenn., and the owner of the Harlem in Havana Revue, a unit of the Royal American Shows. Mr. Claxton has the distinction of being the only Negro that owns his own "road concession" with an all-white show. His unit has been affiliated with the Royal American Shows for the past 12 years. They are a regular feature of the Florida State Fair in Tampa during Gasparilla Day. The Florida State Fair is staged every year in February for 12 days Alter spending the winter months in Tampa, the revue goes on tour for nearly nine months. The Claxton's residence has been widely acclaimed as one of the finest show places in the deep south and is visited daily by both white and colored. Ark. School Suit Action Delayed Action on two cases challenging the constitutionality of segregation in state public schools was postponed against last week. A special three-judge Federal court continued action on the two cases, which, had been combined, after attorneys for defendant school districts moved for dissolution of the special court. Atty. Harold Flowers of Pine Bluff has argued for a three-judge court which would speed a final decision on the segregation, issue by by-passing the Circuit court of Appeals and permitting direct appeal to the U. S. Supreme court. The two defendant attorneys and Flowers were given 20 days to present arguments showing why a special three-judge court should or should not hear the case. The two defendant attorneys are Richard B. McColloch, St., and Harry E. Meek. The three-man court named to hear the Arkansas test suits includes Circuit Judge Walter G. Reddick of the Eighth Circuit Court of Appeals; District Judge Thomas C. Trimble and District Judge. Harry J. Lemley. The school districts involved in the suits are Hughes Special School District 27 and Fordyce School District 29. Defense attorneys argued that the complaints did not involve a "substantial federal question." Meanwhile, a meeting of the Little Rock school board and the Little Rock Council on Schools to discuss a breakdown, of segregation in schools has been postponed indefinitely, it was announced. Reason given for the delay was that a board quorum could not be gathered because too many menbers were ill, out of town or previously committed. The newly organized council is an interracial group studying facilities offered in white and colored schools It is an outgrowth of the local N. A. A. C. P., according, to Thad D. Williams, president of the listed Rock chapter. Williams has listed some 76 school courses offered to white but not Negro pupils. Final Rites Paid Mrs. Claudia White Harreld The quiet but forceful and effective life of Mrs. Claudia Harreld, long-time resident of Atlanta and an active worker for sot cial betterment in this city, was heralded by her friend of many years, John P. Whittaker of Atlanta University, on Saturday, for its unselfish pursuits. Speaking at funeral rites for Mrs. Harold, who was the wife of Professor Kemper Harreld, nationally famous musician and director of musical activities for the colleges of the Atlanta University System, which were held at 2 p. m., in Sisters Chapel, Spelman College campus, Mr. Whittaker emphasized her great love for Spelman, her power for understanding people, and the depth of her rich, spiritual life. In his testimonial, Mr. Whittaker pointed out that Mrs. Harreld "had great faith in people and in God." She leaves a great heritage of sane living and Christian service, he said. He recalled Mrs. Harreld's 50th anniversary remarks (made in June, 1951, at the meeting of the Spelman Alumnae Association), when she expressed her understanding of the virtue of loyalty which to her meant moral responsibility. Her love and her loyalty for Spelman made her work for it and in that spirit she worked for other causes, Mr. Whittaker stated. In the Community Chest campaigns in Atlanta, Mrs. Harreld assumed responsibility year after year, which she never shirked but carried through to the great; satis faction of her co-workers. It was only one of the community activities with which she associated herSelf, Mr. Whittaker stated, and in which she worked without reward or compensation, but out of a great desire to do something for others so that she might find "a greater meaning to life." Mrs. Harreld and the speaker learned to gain, confidence and respect for each other, a fact that Mr. Whittaker discovered by the quality of responsibility, that she entrusted to him. He characterized her as "a quiet soul with a soft voice, possessing, the qualities which were evidence of an inner life of great strength. But in herquietness, Mr. Whittaker pointed out, Mrs. Harreld found the secret of the power of the still small voice, and this came through years of experience and common sense. At the Gate-City pay Nurseries, of which Mrs. Harreld served as director for nearly, two decades, she was able to increase physical facilities for the organization, to secure better workers and to increase the salaries of these workers. And it was to such causes-as the day nursery, the Atlanta Inter-racial Committee, the YWCA, local and national, and other social Welfare organizations that Mrs. Harreld gave her energy and her understanding. Reverend Maynard H. Jackson pastor of Friendship Baptist Church, who officiated at theservices, spoke of the fruitful life of Mrs. Harreld, and President, Florence M. Read in reading the Scriptures, chose the 121st Psalms, which was a favorite of the deceased. Music was provided by the Glee Clubs of Spelman and Morehouse Colleges. Honorary pall bearers were Members of the Boule and close" friends of the deceased. The active pall bearers were: Dr. Bowden, B. F. Bullock, Menelik Jackson, W. L. Jones, Arthur Smith and Dr. P. Q. Yancey. Burial Was in Southview Cemetery. Several hundred students, alumnae, faculty, and friends attended the rites. Russia Charges U. S. With "Insulting" Reds Russia Friday angrily accused the United States Congress of "insulting" and "slandering" the Soviet Union in the probe of World War II Katyn Forest massacre of 15,000 Polish officers. Soviet Ambassador Panyushkin delivered to the State Department, a 22 page protest note from Moscow insisting that the guilt of "Hitlerite, criminals" in the massacre had long been established. The Kremlin bitterly assailed the House inquiry, which was conducted to determine whether Russia or Germany was responsible for the mass killings, and which received eyewitness testimony that the Poles were slain by Russian Soldiers. The Soviet note charged that the House resolution, introduced by Rep. Madden (D) Ind., which authorized the probe, and Madden's request for a Russian statement on the matter "violate the universally accepted standards of international relations and are an insult to the Soviet Union. Madden, commenting on the Russian note, expressed regrets that the Soviet rejected his request for a statement, and Said he hopes the Russians will reconsider." But Madden declared: "Judging from the testimony offered so far, however, that the crime was committed by the Russians, and the abrupt manner in which they rejected our invitation, it is beginning to appear that the thousands of corpses at Katyn are beginning to haunt the Kremlin." WISHING WELL Registered U. S. Patent Office. HERE is a pleasant little game that will give you a message every day. It is a numerical puzzle designed to spell out your fortune. Count the letters in your first name. If the number of letters is 6 or more, subtract 4. If the number is less than 6, add 3. The result is your key number. Start at the upper left-hand corner of the rectangle and check every one of your key numbers, left to right. Then read the message the letters under the cheeked figures give you. LOT OF STEALING When police caught Herbert Banks, 22-year-old Negro, it took three cops, three desk sergeant's and three civilian clerks working round the clock for two days to compile a list of the burglaries, which he had committed. and the loot which he had taken In all, he is said to have entered at least 300 Homes, pot to mention business establishments. June Bride-Elect The engagement of Miss- Barbara M. Hawkins to Mr. William O. Jackson, of Birmingham, was announced yesterday by the bride-elect's mother, Mrs. Velma M. Hawkins, of 9113 Seventh Avenue North, Zion City. The wedding is scheduled to be held June 1 in the Mt. Zion Baptist Church, Zion City. The Veterans Corner Here are authoritative answers from the Veterans Administration to three questions of interest to former servicemen: Q. Are there any charges made for obtaining a GI loan? Q. I am a blinded Korean veteran, and I understand I am entitled to a trained seeing-eye dog to help, me get about. The nearest place to learn how to make use of such a dog is 100 miles away. Will VA pay my travel expenses? Q. What, is the largest amount, of money a veteran can borrow, and have the loan- guaranteed under the GI Bill? LEFF - A - DAY "Hey. . . Champ. . ." Appears With The Houston Symphony Orch. Diane Patricia Stewart, winner of this year's Student Auditions sponsored by the Houston Symphony Society, appeared as guest soloist with the Houston Symphony Orchestra at City Auditorium last week. This marked the first time that a student singer, Negro of white, has performed with the local orchestra. The 17-year-old singer, now a freshman at Texas, Southern. University, Fine Arts division graduated from the Jack Yates High School with honors, where she became soloist in both, the junior and senior glee clubs. Last year, she won a contest sponsored by the Altruistic Club in which she was crowned "Miss Altruistic" and received a $50 scholarship. Since January, 1951, Diane has been studying voice privately with a TSU instructor. Her selection on the program with the orchestra was: Salt Saens' "My Heart At Thy Sweet Voice" from 'Sampson and Delilah." College Fund Officials Meet At Bethune-Cookman College Fiftyseven delegates representing the 32 member colleges and universities of the United Negro College Fund convened at Bethune Cookman College last week for the annual inter-Alumni Council Conference. Highlighting the two-day sessions of panels, forums, and sightseeiug tours, was the keynote address of Dr. F. D. Patterson, president of Tuskegee Institute and founding president of the UNCF. Dr. Patterson's address followed a speech; delivered by William J. Trent, Jr., executive director of the UNCF. Referring to Trent's address Dr. Patterson said: "We shall use the past only as an indicator of what can be accomplished. We have just scratched the surface of what can be accomplished by cooperating in fund solicitation." "Negro colleges have been trying to sell democracy out of their meager budgets and have rounded up with deficits. We (Negro college leaders) have been running all over each other trying to solicit funds to balance our budgets." "Our program is not a program of good will, but a program for the people to unite. We feel that we are in business on a permanent basis." He concluded by calling for the pooling of resources instead of running over each other in trying to obtain funds: This is one of the major factors which led to the founding of the UNCF nine years ago. The theme of the conference was: "The alumni's stake in UNCF." President Richard V. Moore of Bethune Cookman welcomed the delegates in the opening session in, the college auditorium. The visitors were greeted by Dr. Mary McLeod Bethune, founder and president-emeritus of Bethune Cookman. Included in the 53 delegates were: Randall L. Tyus, field director for the UNCF; James E. Stamps, founder of the National Council of UNCF alumni; Dr. G. L. Hightower, president of the National Council of UNCF alumni; A. Maceo Smith, national president of Alpha Phi Alpha, and the National Alumni of Fisk University and Paul B. Hortenstein, director of the University of Pennsylvania now on leave to the OPS in Philadelphia. Minister Drops Interracial Plan A white Norfolk pastor, who Sunday February 17, in his sermon suggested that Negroes be invited to an interracial service at his church Sunday night, February 24, abandoned the idea during the week on the advice of a lawyer. The lawyer, who was not identified, told the Presbyterian minister that his plan was contrary to Virginia's segregation law. The pastor is the Rev. T. T. Fowler of the Park Avenue Presbyterian church which is located adjacent to the Negro community in the Branbletori section of Norfolk. Taking a cautious approach to the controversial question, Rev. Fowler had told his congregation, in his Sunday morning sermon that segregation was necessary to preserve the races and to prevent interracial marriages. That, he said, however, should not prevent White people, from loving "the colored people." Final decision on the proposal to invite Negroes to the white church for the evening service February 24 was to be made by the elders at a meeting at the church Wednesday night, February 20. The pastor, how ever, did not present the matter-to them because of the advice of the lawyer, who remains unidentified. The next day, however, Rev. Fowler said, the elders did discuss the proposed interracial service, He told the officials that since there had been so much publicity on the suggestion, he felt it would be better not to go through with the plan for the present. One of the elders, the pastor said, was for going through with the service for both races anyway, but the others were not in favor" of it. As a result the plan was temporarily abandoned. "Dope King" tortures more people than narcotics peddling. Here is a man who is teaching children to use narcotics. Something has to be done to stop it." The grains of heroin were found in a poultry store owned by Schennault. Statehood is called vital in the defense of Alaska. All conference representatives were eliminated Friday night. Tennessee State and Central State had been selected on an "at large" basis. Conference-leaders eliminated were Florida A and M. Texas Southern, Southern and West Virginia State. The lone Independent was Fayetteville Teachers: TOO CLEAN Deciding basement needed a good cleaning, the Court House janitor gathed up a lot of papers and had k dealer cart them away. The next day, Court officials were ho fied to find & lot of valuable records, some dating back to 1831 gone. They caught up with the junk dealer just in time to recover the records, which had been baled up for shipment to a pulp mill. OG, FIRE VICTIM, REVIVED When fire broke out in the home of Albert Singleton all occupants got out safely except Lady, pet bulldog Singleton found her spread-eagled on the floor, her breathing stopped Taking her outside, he applied artificial respiration for ten minutes. The dog recovered.