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1958-09-06
Thaddeus T. Stokes

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The President's Position Is Clear And Sound
Some persons and publications are doing the Supreme
Court and the nation in general a disservice in trying to put
an incorrect interpretation on President Eisenhower's position
about the school decision, especially regarding Little Rock. These
pro-segregationists would give the impression that President
Eisenhower is "backing up" on de-segregation. They suggest
that the President Wants integration to proceed more slowly.
One reporter at this week's press conference of the President,
asked if the President had ever said he wished the Court had
not made its school decision. The President stated emphatically
that statement was incorrect.
The President has wisely said on several occasions he would
never give an opinion about the Supreme Court decisions because 
such a statement would have to indicate either approval
or disapproval, and he was never going to do it about any of
their decisions.
But regardless how the President may feel about this school
decision, what he has done about it is infinitely more important.
He has repeatedly said since 1954 that he would enforce the
court decisions. And he went the limit in doing just that last
September in Little Rock. He said only last week that he would
repeat his action if the situation and circumstances reoccur.
Naturally the President, like any other responsible American, 
regretted the necessity of sending troops to Little Rock. But,
also like all other responsible Americans, the government,
through our Chief Executive, realizes the importance of upholding 
law and order.
Take the other side of the picture. Attorney General William
P. Rogers, in speaking before the American Bar Association told
the South and the world, for that matter, that compliance with
the Supreme Court decision is inevitable. He also said at the
same time "racial segregation in public schools and transportation 
and recreation facilities must be considered a thing of the
past."
For the record we have presented above excerpts from that
"talk" which the President stated would be his views. Atty. G.
Rogers has made that "talk" and it would highly become those
who would keep the record and the scores straight to show
more care not to mislead and further confuse through strategy
that was set up in the beginning to spread cushions down for
the Faubuses.
The President's position on this question is sound and firm.
This statement is the official view of the President and executive 
branch of the government. The official view is the important 
view.
Even in his first campaign in 1952 we were convinced Mr.
Eisenhower felt there was no place for two standards of citizenship 
in our nation. He plainly stated so and after his election
he immediately began using his great influence in eliminating
segregation in the nation's capital. Also immediately after the
school decision in 1954 the schools in Washington were desegregated 
at the President's personal direction.
So the record on the President's position is clear to all who
want to understand.

World Medicine — Key To Peace
While the diplomats of The United Nations go through their
labored routines of negotiation, threats and compromise, in an
effort somehow to keep the peace, it is a relief to be able to
call attention to another kind of international meeting which
recently occurred in Copenhagen — a meeting which held no
possible foreboding of disaster, but promised nothing but good
for all mankind. We refer to the twelfth general assembly of
The World Medical Association, which brought together physician-delegates 
from fifty-odd free nations for a benevolent exchange 
of scientific knowledge.
"When men search for peace through the processes of international 
politics, there is always implicit a frightful alternative, 
the possibility of war and death," declared an American
physician, Dr. John Henderson, in the keynote address at Copenhagen. 
"We physicians face no such dilemma," he continued,
"since we pursue only the objectives of the alleviation of suffering 
and the preservation of life."
Dr. Henderson, who is medical director of Johnson & Johnson, 
New Brunswick, New Jersey, hailed the International Exhibition 
of Medical Films, a feature this year for the first time
of the WMA meeting, as a significant symbol of the fact that
science knows no boundaries and speaks with a universal tongue. 

While the life span in Western Europe and the United States
has increased amazingly in recent years, Dr. Henderson said,
age-old afflictions are still a major problem in the underdeveloped 
areas of the world. Disease breeds discontent and discontent
breeds trouble.
"Through the cooperation of physicians and the total health

team in all countries of the world," Dr. Henderson declared,
"there can be created a level of world health and world unity
which could not otherwise be attained. This is the challenge
which we of the World Medical Association acknowledge and
accept."
Such words merit all the multiple translation ever accorded
the diatribes which too often confound and frustrate the debates
of the U. N. Security Council and General Assembly.

SOME FUN!
"SOMEBODY PUT GUM
ON THAT STOOL!"

THE TIP
OFF
BY EMORY O. JACKSON
With Florida's state university
clearing the way for the enrollment
of a Negro student, the number of
totally resisting states to basic legal
change in the field of public higher
education is narrowed to four
states— Alabama, Georgia, Mississippi 
and South Carolina.

The Byrd doctrine of massive resistance 
in Virginia will eventually
collapse. The Faubus theory of the
superiority of state authority over
federal authority in the field of
personal and present rights is certain 
to lose. The plan to abolish
or close down public schools to
combat change in the long run will
prove to be the undoing of the
politicians and educators who plotted 
and designed it. Change is likely 
to suffer some setbacks, meet
with many obstacles, and clash hard
with the harden way.

Mob action such as was displayed
last year in Little Rock, Ark., had
first been tried at Tuscaloosa. In
Tuscaloosa, the mob won, law enforcement 
was impotent, and Autherine 
Lucy was driven from the
campus.

"If this occurs, there can be no
equivocation. President Eisenhower
has clearly stated on two occasions:

One of the bedrock heritages of
American democracy is that no man
is above the law. No governor, senator 
or school superintendent is
above the law as interpreted by the
courts. There are those who seem
to hold the view that prevailing
white sentiment in a given locally
places the displeased group above
the law. That view is unsound and
collides with the American concept
of respect for law. As Mr. Rogers
put it: "In our system of government, 
of course, the Constitution
is the Supreme law of the land and
it is the function of the judiciary
to expound it. This is the very
cornerstone of our federal system."

Under the spurious reasoning of
some segregationist avodactes the
14th Amendment is not a part of
the nation's body of laws. Under
this line of specious reasoning the
interpretations of the United States
Supreme Court have no place in
the respected law. Such fallacious
reasoning seems to be nothing more
than the roots of anarchy.


"Go Slow" Teachers

sistently supported the principle
of integration in our public schools
in the North as well as the South,
in the courts as well as in the community. 
It has actively sought the
cooperation of other civic and labor
agencies in the support of the 1954
Supreme Court decision.
The American Federation of
Teachers proposes to continue this
determined effort until every child
in the United States receives an
equal opportunity for an education.

Columbus Man Marks 50th Milestone;
Once Bought 2 Loaves Of Bread For Nickle
A Columbus
man, who remembers the days
when One nickle would buy two
loaves of bread, recently celebrated 
his 50th anniversary as a baker
with a few close friends
Mr. Sensis Holmes, 433 3rd Ave.,
still works at a local bakery three
days a week with no thought of
permanently retiring in the near
future. He says every time he decides 
to retire, one look at the
pictures of old gang changes his
mind.
Holmes, known throughout the
city as Friday, for the famous character 
in the Robinson Crusoe stories, 
spent 32 years at one local
bakery until it was gutted by fire.
He then switched over to his present 
employer where he has spent
18 years.
Holmes, a very young 68 years
of age, started baking when he was
only 18 he stood on his feet baking 
on a 5 a. m., to 10 p. m., work
shift.
Also in his vast store of memories 
is the time he baked a huge
cake for President Calvin Coolidge
when the chief executive stopped in
Columbus on vacation Holmes said
he displayed a letter of Appreciation 
from the President on the
window of his work-place for many
years afterwards.
As First Baker at the local bakery. 
Holmes also remembers supervising 
the baking of a huge assortment 
of cookies for President
Franklin D. Roosevelt during one of
F. D. R's frequent visits to his
Warm Springs Little White House.
Townspeople remember Holmes as
the man who could produce delicacies 
that they though impossible.
His phenomental talents in the
baking arts quickly gained recognition 
from the bakery owners and
he was made First Baker at the
shop before reaching his 21st birthday. 

Holmes said he cannot remember
just how how he learned his noble
profession. He only recalls that his
desire to do well at any trade he
entered must be accountable for his
great success in baking.
The way he ably supported and
devoted his time and energy to his
wife and ten children speaks well
of the character of the man and
the quality of his work.
Holmes said his children are all
grown now and eight of them are
married. His off springs are scattered 
throughout the country and
their addresses seem like a condensed 
map of the United States.
He is also the proud picture-carrying 
grandfather of 15 healthy looking 
grandchildren.
Holmes admitted that fifty years
of work is a very long time but he
added that when his feet stop lead
ing 
him to work early each morning 
he will retire completely. "But
that doesn't seem too likely any
time soon," he smiled.
His neighbors asked the opportunity 
"to publicly congratulate
Mr. Holmes for his splendid record
in the bakery and in the community." 
He worked for Ederidge's
Bakery, 32 years, and at Eidam
Bros, for 18 years.

REQUESTS ENTRANCE TO AN-
OTHER LITTLE BOCK SCHOOL
—
Carolyn Kendrick's request to enter 
all-white Hall. High School in
Little Rock was turned dawn by
the school board this week.

Integration Delay

have more people," Dorsett said. He
said his group did not plan to
demonstrate in Winston - Salem,
where the second year of integration 
begins Thursday.
Two other Negroes who were integrated 
in Greensboro last year,
Jimmy and Brenda Florence, were
reassigned at their parents' request
to Negro schools at the last moment. 

At Van Bureon, on the Arkansas
River near the Oklahoma border,
white pupils and signs reading "Go
Home Niggers" greeted Negro students 
entering an integrated school.
Police circled the school grounds to
prevent incidents.

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JAMES KEENE'S powerful new novel
JUSTICE, MY BROTHER!
Copyright 1957 by James Keene represented by permission of the novel's publisher Random
House Inc.; distributed by King Features Syndicate.
RINDO'S SPRINGS looked like
a graveyard at night, absolutely 
dead.
"Let's go have a closer look,"
I suggested.
"On foot," Bill Hageman said
and dismounted.
That looked like a far walk to
me, nearly three hundred yards,
but since Bill was running things,
I stepped from the saddle. We
led our horses off the trail and
tied them in a clump of bushes.
With Bill leading, we soft-footed
around the edge of town and
threaded our way through a littered 
alley. Once I fell over a
stack of old boxes and raised a
clatter. Bill picked me up and
said. "Why don't you just yell out,
Smoke, and let Overland know
we're coming?"
He started to move on, then
stopped bolt-still when three
shots hammered the night, the
echo bucketing over the empty
town. When he started to run, I
followed him.
Heck Overland's String of
Pearls was in the middle of the
block, on our side, and three
barked shins later we were both
fighting to see who could get
through the back door at the
same time. Out front someone
raced off the porch and mounted
his horse. Closely following was
the sound of a horse running. By
the time we made the street, all
that was left of the rider was a
cloud of dust.
"Let's find Overland," Bill suggested. 

I fumbled around until I found
a kerosene lamp, then scratched
a match to light it. Bill took the
lamp from me and began to move
around the room, looking in all
the dark spots. Then I remembered 
something. "He lives upstairs, 
Bill."
We went into the alley again,
but the outside stairs were too
rotten to trust "Around the
front," Bill said. "Our shy friend
came from there."
After passing through the saloon 
again, we walked to the first,
gap between the buildings. Bill
shined the lamplight into the
crack and we saw the stairs. He
went up first, two at a time, and
found the top door open. I crowded 
in behind him, then wished
that I hadn't.
Heck Overland was there all
right, but he wasn't going to do
us any good. He lay on his bed,
leaking blood. His eyes were
wide-staring as though he found
the dark ceiling utterly fascinating. 
Right in the middle of his
chest three slugs had been planted 
close enough to be covered
with the palm of the hand.
I doubt that Overland ever
knew what had hit him: he must
have been asleep when the killer
cut loose.
Bill Hageman cuffed the back
of his hand against his hat brim,
shoving it to the back of his
head. "Someone sure knew his
way around." He motioned toward 
the bed. "Without the light,
a man would never know the bed
was there."
"Lets get out of here," I suggested, 
suddenly discovering that
a man is never as brave as he
thinks he is.
"We ought to bury him," Bill
said.
"All right Can you get him
down alone? I'll see it I can
scare up a couple of shovels."
Digging a hole, then covering
it up takes tune, we buried Heck
Overland in the alley. The night
was pleasantly cool but we were
both sweating by the time we
were finished.
I leaned on my shovel and said,
"You know, killing Heck was
pretty stupid. Luther's been convicted 
of killin Everett, and
everyone will figure that whoever 
done that has been rustling
too. Seems to me that with Heck
dead, folks will start to wondering 
it the wrong man wasn't sent
to jail."
"I don't think many folks ever
come over here," Bill said. "Heck
could have laid up there, dead for
weeks, maybe a month before
anyone ever found mm. Then
what was to say Heck wasn't
shot and robbed?" He shook his
head. "We're right back where
we started, Smoke, but we'll flush
him yet."
Right then I wouldn't have
given a lead nickel for our
chances. Fifteen minutes sooner
and we'd have caught our man
coming down those stairs, but
then I guess a lot of good things
are missed by fifteen minutes.
"Nothing more to do here," I
said and Bill agreed. We walked
out of the dead town to where
our horses were tied and started
back to Ponca City.
A man can do a lot of thinking
while he's riding and come up
with some very odd answers.
Maybe Bill was doing the same,
but if he was, he was waiting for
me to draw the first conclusions,
which didn't take long for I've
never learned to keep my mouth
shut.
"Overland was killed to shut
him up," I said. "Somebody's
scared."
"That's no lie, but who?"
I didn't know but I intended
to find out. "It was no secret
what me and Heck fought about
in Lanahan's," I said. "Any damn
fool could have figured it out
from our conversation before the
fur flew."
"That's a big help," Bill said
dryly. "I wonder where Randolf
is tonight?"
I laughed. "Not Vince!"
Bill turned his head and looked

at me. "Smoke, you can't tell
everything about a man from his
face. People ain't always what
they seem."
I wondered if he was talking
about Cord. That might sound
strange, my willingness to include 
Cord in with everyone else
as a suspect, but since I'd been
suspicious of one brother, it
wasn't hard for me to move on
to the other. Anyway, I was
sure going to ask Cord what he
had been doing all evening. And
I was going to get an answer. I
guess Pete Lanahan's Colt .45
made me feel man-sized.
When we got back to the city.
Bill look the horses to the livery
stable while I went on to the hotel. 
I had no idea which room
Cord had, but I was sure Edna
would know; she'd just have to
forgive me for waking her at
three in the morning.
As I approached her door I
stopped, for she was talking, not
so loud I could near her words,
but talking nevertheless. Then I
heard Cord's voice, indistinct, but
still his, unmistakably. They
sounded like they were arguing,
then the voices cut off quick and
I heard Edna step to the door.
There was no place to hide,
just bare walls and a dozen doors.
Quickly I backed, tried the first
knob my hand reached and felt
it give. I just managed to close
it to an inch crack when Edna
flung her door open.
"Just get out," she said flatly.
"Cord, I would never help you,
not after what you did to Luther.
That was a cruel thing, and if I
disappointed you, I'm glad."
Cord stepped out, his face
darkly angry. "You can't change
what you are, Edna. you're a
tramp and it'll come out in time."
He canted his head sideways and
spoke more softly. "You know
what Ma would do if she found
out? She'd kick you oft the
place."
"Then go tell her," Edna snapped. 
"Tell her now. You've nothing 
to gain by keeping it from
her."
Cord's shoulders rose and fell
slightly. "Plenty of time, Edna.
You remember what I told you
now." He turned then and walked 
on down the hall.
Behind me bed springs squeaked 
unexpectedly and I nearly had
my heart jump out of my throat.
Ma's voice said, "Who's there?"
I was in her room!
Edna bad closed her door and
I guessed that Cord had started
down the steps, so I quickly
stepped out...


CHAPTER 33
Copyright 1957 by James Keene represented by permission of the novel's publisher Random
House Inc.; distributed by King Features Syndicate.
RINDO'S SPRINGS looked like
a graveyard at night, absolutely 
dead.
"Let's go have a closer look,"
I suggested.
"On foot," Bill Hageman said
and dismounted.
That looked like a far walk to
me, nearly three hundred yards,
but since Bill was running things,
I stepped from the saddle. We
led our horses off the trail and
tied them in a clump of bushes.
With Bill leading, we soft-footed
around the edge of town and
threaded our way through a littered 
alley. Once I fell over a
stack of old boxes and raised a
clatter. Bill picked me up and
said. "Why don't you just yell out,
Smoke, and let Overland know
we're coming?"
He started to move on, then
stopped bolt-still when three
shots hammered the night, the
echo bucketing over the empty
town. When he started to run, I
followed him.
Heck Overland's String of
Pearls was in the middle of the
block, on our side, and three
barked shins later we were both
fighting to see who could get
through the back door at the
same time. Out front someone
raced off the porch and mounted
his horse. Closely following was
the sound of a horse running. By
the time we made the street, all
that was left of the rider was a
cloud of dust.
"Let's find Overland," Bill suggested. 

I fumbled around until I found
a kerosene lamp, then scratched
a match to light it. Bill took the
lamp from me and began to move
around the room, looking in all
the dark spots. Then I remembered 
something. "He lives upstairs, 
Bill."
We went into the alley again,
but the outside stairs were too
rotten to trust "Around the
front," Bill said. "Our shy friend
came from there."
After passing through the saloon 
again, we walked to the first,
gap between the buildings. Bill
shined the lamplight into the
crack and we saw the stairs. He
went up first, two at a time, and
found the top door open. I crowded 
in behind him, then wished
that I hadn't.
Heck Overland was there all
right, but he wasn't going to do
us any good. He lay on his bed,
leaking blood. His eyes were
wide-staring as though he found
the dark ceiling utterly fascinating. 
Right in the middle of his
chest three slugs had been planted 
close enough to be covered
with the palm of the hand.
I doubt that Overland ever
knew what had hit him: he must
have been asleep when the killer
cut loose.
Bill Hageman cuffed the back
of his hand against his hat brim,
shoving it to the back of his
head. "Someone sure knew his
way around." He motioned toward 
the bed. "Without the light,
a man would never know the bed
was there."
"Lets get out of here," I suggested, 
suddenly discovering that
a man is never as brave as he
thinks he is.
"We ought to bury him," Bill
said.
"All right Can you get him
down alone? I'll see it I can
scare up a couple of shovels."
Digging a hole, then covering
it up takes tune, we buried Heck
Overland in the alley. The night
was pleasantly cool but we were
both sweating by the time we
were finished.
I leaned on my shovel and said,
"You know, killing Heck was
pretty stupid. Luther's been convicted 
of killin Everett, and
everyone will figure that whoever 
done that has been rustling
too. Seems to me that with Heck
dead, folks will start to wondering 
it the wrong man wasn't sent
to jail."
"I don't think many folks ever
come over here," Bill said. "Heck
could have laid up there, dead for
weeks, maybe a month before
anyone ever found mm. Then
what was to say Heck wasn't
shot and robbed?" He shook his
head. "We're right back where
we started, Smoke, but we'll flush
him yet."
Right then I wouldn't have
given a lead nickel for our
chances. Fifteen minutes sooner
and we'd have caught our man
coming down those stairs, but
then I guess a lot of good things
are missed by fifteen minutes.
"Nothing more to do here," I
said and Bill agreed. We walked
out of the dead town to where
our horses were tied and started
back to Ponca City.
A man can do a lot of thinking
while he's riding and come up
with some very odd answers.
Maybe Bill was doing the same,
but if he was, he was waiting for
me to draw the first conclusions,
which didn't take long for I've
never learned to keep my mouth
shut.
"Overland was killed to shut
him up," I said. "Somebody's
scared."
"That's no lie, but who?"
I didn't know but I intended
to find out. "It was no secret
what me and Heck fought about
in Lanahan's," I said. "Any damn
fool could have figured it out
from our conversation before the
fur flew."
"That's a big help," Bill said
dryly. "I wonder where Randolf
is tonight?"
I laughed. "Not Vince!"
Bill turned his head and looked

at me. "Smoke, you can't tell
everything about a man from his
face. People ain't always what
they seem."
I wondered if he was talking
about Cord. That might sound
strange, my willingness to include 
Cord in with everyone else
as a suspect, but since I'd been
suspicious of one brother, it
wasn't hard for me to move on
to the other. Anyway, I was
sure going to ask Cord what he
had been doing all evening. And
I was going to get an answer. I
guess Pete Lanahan's Colt .45
made me feel man-sized.
When we got back to the city.
Bill look the horses to the livery
stable while I went on to the hotel. 
I had no idea which room
Cord had, but I was sure Edna
would know; she'd just have to
forgive me for waking her at
three in the morning.
As I approached her door I
stopped, for she was talking, not
so loud I could near her words,
but talking nevertheless. Then I
heard Cord's voice, indistinct, but
still his, unmistakably. They
sounded like they were arguing,
then the voices cut off quick and
I heard Edna step to the door.
There was no place to hide,
just bare walls and a dozen doors.
Quickly I backed, tried the first
knob my hand reached and felt
it give. I just managed to close
it to an inch crack when Edna
flung her door open.
"Just get out," she said flatly.
"Cord, I would never help you,
not after what you did to Luther.
That was a cruel thing, and if I
disappointed you, I'm glad."
Cord stepped out, his face
darkly angry. "You can't change
what you are, Edna. you're a
tramp and it'll come out in time."
He canted his head sideways and
spoke more softly. "You know
what Ma would do if she found
out? She'd kick you oft the
place."
"Then go tell her," Edna snapped. 
"Tell her now. You've nothing 
to gain by keeping it from
her."
Cord's shoulders rose and fell
slightly. "Plenty of time, Edna.
You remember what I told you
now." He turned then and walked 
on down the hall.
Behind me bed springs squeaked 
unexpectedly and I nearly had
my heart jump out of my throat.
Ma's voice said, "Who's there?"
I was in her room!
Edna bad closed her door and
I guessed that Cord had started
down the steps, so I quickly
stepped out...


MEALYIME MELODIES
Looking for a way to use an assortment 
of leftover meat and vegetables! 
Try this flavorful Shepherd's 
Pie. This is really just a
hearty stew in fancy dress. Leftover 
lamb, beef, veal, pork or
chicken may be
used, and almost
any leftover vegetables 
you have
on hand. Celery,
lima beans, green
beans, carrots
and onions are all
all appropriate.
These are combined 
in a rich
cream sauce and

a fluted edge of
mashed potatoes added to give
the stew its distinctive dress. Since
the mashed potatoes substitute for
the usual pastry or biscuit topping
this is a quick and easy one dish
"pie". Try it for a busy day meal.
1-4 cup butter
3 tablespoons flour
1 teaspoon salt
few grains pepper
1-8 teaspoon sage
1 1-2 cups milk
(carrots, celery, lima beans,
1 1-2 cups cooked vegetables
green beans, onion, etc.)
1 1-2 cups cooked diced lamb,
pork, beef; veal or chicken
4 medium potatoes
1-3 - 1-2 cup milk
1 tablespoon minced onion
2 tablespoons minced parsley
few gains salt and pepper
Melt butter in saucepan over low
heat; blend in flour, salt, pepper
and sage. Add milk, stirring constantly. 
Cook until sauce is smooth
and thickened. Add cooked vegetables 
& diced meat; mix well. Pour
into 1 1-2 quart casserole. Pare
potaties; cook in boiling salted
water, until tender. Drain well.
Force through ricer or mash well:
add enought milk to give desired
moistness. Add onion and parsley
and season to taste with salt and
pepper. Garnish edge of vegetables
meat mixture with mashed potatoes. 
Bake in hot oven, 425 degrees,
25 minutes or until delicate brown.
Makes 6 servings.

LEFTOVERS MAKE THIS
EYE-APPEALING DISH
Looking for a way to use an assortment 
of leftover meat and vegetables! 
Try this flavorful Shepherd's 
Pie. This is really just a
hearty stew in fancy dress. Leftover 
lamb, beef, veal, pork or
chicken may be
used, and almost
any leftover vegetables 
you have
on hand. Celery,
lima beans, green
beans, carrots
and onions are all
all appropriate.
These are combined 
in a rich
cream sauce and

a fluted edge of
mashed potatoes added to give
the stew its distinctive dress. Since
the mashed potatoes substitute for
the usual pastry or biscuit topping
this is a quick and easy one dish
"pie". Try it for a busy day meal.
1-4 cup butter
3 tablespoons flour
1 teaspoon salt
few grains pepper
1-8 teaspoon sage
1 1-2 cups milk
(carrots, celery, lima beans,
1 1-2 cups cooked vegetables
green beans, onion, etc.)
1 1-2 cups cooked diced lamb,
pork, beef; veal or chicken
4 medium potatoes
1-3 - 1-2 cup milk
1 tablespoon minced onion
2 tablespoons minced parsley
few gains salt and pepper
Melt butter in saucepan over low
heat; blend in flour, salt, pepper
and sage. Add milk, stirring constantly. 
Cook until sauce is smooth
and thickened. Add cooked vegetables 
& diced meat; mix well. Pour
into 1 1-2 quart casserole. Pare
potaties; cook in boiling salted
water, until tender. Drain well.
Force through ricer or mash well:
add enought milk to give desired
moistness. Add onion and parsley
and season to taste with salt and
pepper. Garnish edge of vegetables
meat mixture with mashed potatoes. 
Bake in hot oven, 425 degrees,
25 minutes or until delicate brown.
Makes 6 servings.

SHEPHERD'S PIE
Looking for a way to use an assortment 
of leftover meat and vegetables! 
Try this flavorful Shepherd's 
Pie. This is really just a
hearty stew in fancy dress. Leftover 
lamb, beef, veal, pork or
chicken may be
used, and almost
any leftover vegetables 
you have
on hand. Celery,
lima beans, green
beans, carrots
and onions are all
all appropriate.
These are combined 
in a rich
cream sauce and

a fluted edge of
mashed potatoes added to give
the stew its distinctive dress. Since
the mashed potatoes substitute for
the usual pastry or biscuit topping
this is a quick and easy one dish
"pie". Try it for a busy day meal.
1-4 cup butter
3 tablespoons flour
1 teaspoon salt
few grains pepper
1-8 teaspoon sage
1 1-2 cups milk
(carrots, celery, lima beans,
1 1-2 cups cooked vegetables
green beans, onion, etc.)
1 1-2 cups cooked diced lamb,
pork, beef; veal or chicken
4 medium potatoes
1-3 - 1-2 cup milk
1 tablespoon minced onion
2 tablespoons minced parsley
few gains salt and pepper
Melt butter in saucepan over low
heat; blend in flour, salt, pepper
and sage. Add milk, stirring constantly. 
Cook until sauce is smooth
and thickened. Add cooked vegetables 
& diced meat; mix well. Pour
into 1 1-2 quart casserole. Pare
potaties; cook in boiling salted
water, until tender. Drain well.
Force through ricer or mash well:
add enought milk to give desired
moistness. Add onion and parsley
and season to taste with salt and
pepper. Garnish edge of vegetables
meat mixture with mashed potatoes. 
Bake in hot oven, 425 degrees,
25 minutes or until delicate brown.
Makes 6 servings.

Woman Charged With
Throwing Lye Solution
In Man's Face
Sarah Lites,
27, has been bound over to General
Sessions Court after allegedly
throwing a lye solution she first intended 
for someone else into another
man's face
The incident occurred in he 1000
block of Washington Street, she
downtown Columbia area.
Police quoted the woman as saying 
she went home and mixed the
solution so she could throw it into
another woman's face, but that
when she returned to the 1000
block of Washington Street, she
was unable to find her intended victim. 

She told police that she them
saw Charles Favors and decided she
decided she didn't like him either,
so she threw the lye into his face.
Favors, who was treated a Columbia 
Hospital, appeared in Recorder's 
against the woman, whose
bond was set at $500.
How much time does it take?

Whatever time you have to devote
to your study. Perhaps fifteen
minutes a clay for the seven-day
observance; perhaps an hour or
more.
Should I lake part. If I have done
so before? Yes, definitely. Your
faith and strong consciousness will
be a significant addition to this
year's observance.
What will my observance of Lessons 
in Truth Week do for me?
It will help you to increase your
faith, and to make practical use
of your faith to attract more of
the good things of life that you
desire. Whatever your greatest
need may be, this spiritual study
will help you fill that need.
Unity Center of Memphis at 1062
S. Wellington will observe Lessons,
in Truth Week. You are invited to
study at the Center A supply of
the textbooks and booklets will be
found at the Center. Dr. Montee
Falls is the leader. For further information 
call WH 6-6462.