Memphis World
Memphis World Publishing Co.
1951-09-14
Lewis O. Swingler

MEMPHIS WORLD
The South's Oldest and leading Colored Semi-Weekly Newspaper
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under the Act of Congress, March 1, 1870
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W. A. Scott, II, Founder; C. A. Scott, General Manager
LEWIS O. SWINGLER Editor
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A Great Vindication For Mississippi

Since we started the publication of this newspaper a little
more than ten years, ago now, we have been writing in this column 
from time to time that, despite what seems all too apparent
in some frightful incidents that takes place from time to time
within its borders; and despite the wide publicity given to the
thesis which has dominated Mississippi politics for the past seventy-five 
years, there are still thousands of fine white people in the
State of Mississippi.
Not only have we been writing this from time to time in this
column since starting this paper, but we have also been saying
and repeating it from the public rostrum, both inside and outside
the borders of the state, during the same period.
With us it is a conclusion arrived at as a result of a firm
conviction, and not, as in some cases among members of our
group, is it a kind of instrument, a something to be used to pry
open the pockets of certain white people who offer a kind of cash
subsidy to Negro Leaders, or Negro leaders so-called who write
and speak the right thing.
Incidentally, we sold the same thing in the widely reported
speech made in Jackson on Monday night before the election,
which is now a part of the Newspaper History of the state, although 
the news men missed, or chose to leave out that part of
the speech now a part of Mississippi Newspaper history.
What we have been writing and saying about there being
thousands of fine white people in the State of Mississippi got a
great vindication, not only in the near equal vote on both sides
in the second primary voting on August 28th, when for the first
time in the history of Mississippi polities a candidate for the
states highest office had the courage to decry the pitting of race
against race, creed against creed, and class against class in seeking 
public office, but also in the action of a Committee of white
citizens of McComb, which lead to the indictment by a U. S. Grand
jury, of the Pike County Sheriff, and several of his deputies for
beating a young Negro accused of crime in an attempt to force
from him a confession.
In regard lo the voting in the second primary our often repeated 
statement also includes the many among those who wish
to abide by the customs and traditions of the State.
We say again here that there are thousands of fine white
people in the State of Mississippi, and to quote again words given
us by a great and distinguished American Jurist, despite tradition.
and history, once the intelligent white people and the intelligent
Negro people of the South learn to get together and discuss and
solve their problems at the local level, the South and Mississippi,
can be made the greatest place in the world for white people and
Negro people to live together in peace/ progress, harmony, and
goodwill.

Memphis' New Role Toward Its Citizens


Editor Swingler made a request
upon me last Saturday to do a guest
column for him, for which I kindly 
consented without whither knowing 
or thinking what I might say
that would interest such a wide and
diversified audience of the Memphis
WORLD. However, I consented to
do so inasmuch as I am still a part
time newspaperman and newspaper
work is my second love.
During my life, I have worked at
odd and sundry jobs as a farmer,
dishwasher, porter, oil mill hand.
janitor, country teacher, etc., but
I have never had but two jobs
that I really enjoyed trying to do
and they are the jobs that I am endeavoring 
to do presently–postal
employee and newspaper work.
Therefore, if I am asked to do either

one of them or the both, invariably
I find myself trying to do them in
my small way to the best of my
ability.
It has been approximately a decade 
(10 years) since I lived here regularly 
and during the intervening
time, a "lot of water has gone over
the bridge." I came here Thursday
a week ago, after having attended
an Ohio State convention of the
National Association of Letter Carriers 
in Mansfield, Ohio, where I
served as the lone Negro delegate
from the Dayton, Ohio branch.
Sixteen (16) of us were sent from
my respective branch, the other 15
being while. Incidentally, of the 600
delegates there, men and women,
only three of us were Negroes, but
we had a big convention and

good hotel accommodations along
with our more favorite brethren at
the Mansfield-Leland Hotel.
I have traveled more than 10,000
miles during the past year, but I
am happy to say that of the various
cities I have visited, Memphis compares 
favorably with any of them
individually with a few exceptions
collective and massive benefits, she
compares more favorably.
In taking a retrospective view of
things here to what they were 10
years ago. I find that the city and
state fathers have taken a new look
and are altogether in a new role
towards the 10th man, Negro citizens 
in general.
As I traverse the city, I see evidence 
of Memphis having the possibility 
of becoming the so-called
Negro capitol of the U. S. A. To my
mind, it is destined to be the greatest 
city in the country for our
group, and, believe me, this is neither 
idle talk nor an air castle, for
I sincerely believe this. Some years
ago. I heard the late Rev. A. G. Currin 
preach a great sermon, great to
me for it has stayed with me thru
the years, from the subject. "Wake
Up, Get Up, Get Out. Get Busy, Do
Something and Be Somebody."
I feel today that the Memphis
Negro citizens need to not only wake
up, but they also need to get up,
get out, get busy, do something and
be somebody. The city fathers and
state fathers have shown a very
kindly disposition to give the 10th
man here a break in a large measure 
to become the first "class citizen 
more so than in former, years.
Let's take advantage of same by
measuring up as eligibles for such
consideration. Let us look to the Hill
of Light from whom all blessings
come. Lets continue to make strides
religiously and economically — more
power to you.

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THE INQUEST moved swiftly.
O'Callahan took the stand and told
of leading the investigators to the
Tompkins home. Farwell related
his story, apparently embroidering
a trifle the amount he remembered 
up to the time McGann
pounded on the upstairs door.
"Step down," the medical examiner 
said. "Ambrose Pearson."
Pearson seemed stunned into an
unnatural calmness. Yes, he had
worked for Mr. Tompkins for fifteen 
years. His employer had been
somewhat eccentric but not unkindly. 
For instance, he had been
pleasant about allowing the couple
to have the previous afternoon off.
"What time did you last see
Mr. Tompkins alive?"
The butler shitted. That, he said,
had been about noon when he told
Mr. Tompkins that he and his wife
would greatly appreciate the rest
of the day to visit an ailing relative 
in Jamaica.
"He said it would be all right.
I took Lie car around to the garage
and left it for servicing. When I
came back I went into our quarters
downstairs, and waited for Mrs.
Pearson to get ready."
"What time did you leave the
house?"
That, Pearson said, was nearly
one-thirty. As they emerged from
the street-level doorway at the side
of the brownstone Steps they had
seeen Mr. Farwell on the outside
Landing above. They had hurried
on their mission.
"To visit this sick person?"
To McGann's amazement, the
butler slowly Began to turn crimson. 
He tugged unhappily at the
large collar. "I'm afraid; sir, that
the reason given for our leaving
was not the—ah, completely unvarnished 
truth." He gulped.
"While we do nave relatives in
Jamaica, none was ill at the moment." 

The medical examiner laid, down
his pencil and faced the witness
with new interest.Am I to understand 
that you told your employer 
a deliberate falsehood in
order to obtain the afternoon off?
Pearson was blazing now. "Yes,
sir."
"You realize that you are under
oath here?" The question thundered 
in the silent room, "Where
did you really go?"
"On a bird walk."
"A what?
"A bird walk, you walk through
the woods and look for birds. Yesterday 
it was Croton-on-Hudson.
Many people do it, sir"—the butter's 
voice was urgent— "It's healthful 
and educational."
The medical officer looked disappointed, 
"Then you saw nothing?"
"On the contrary, sir." Pearson
seemed to have found fresh confidence 
in the recollection of carefree 
hours in the wilds of Crotonon-Hudson. 
He beamed "We saw
a yellow-bellied flycatcher!"
There were assorted snorts from
the press row. The official banged
his gavel and his brow gathered
storm clouds, "I mean anything
pertinent to this inquiry?"
Oh, no, sir."
"Then step down. Mr. McGann."
McGann identified himself and
touched briefly on his service with
the FBL. He described the summons 
to the Tompkins home, and
told of being upstairs with Farwell
when the shot rang through the
house.
The press row scribbled busily
when McGann pulled out his notebook 
and recounted the various incidents 
related by his eccentric

host as possibly portending violence. 

"Did you receive any cash retainer?" 

"I did not."
The medical examiner allowed a
note of sympathy to creep into his
voice. "Then the sudden demise of
your client deprived you of what
looked like a lucrative case?"
"It did." Prom the corner of his
eye, McGann had been observing
Inspector O'Callahan write a note
which an assistant passed up to
the bench.
The official read it and hunched
forward. "When you broke into
the room and found the body of
Mr. Tompkins you touched nothing?" 

"Only the telephone, to call headquarters." 

"You are certain of that?"
"Absolutely." McGann thought,
O'Callahan is looking pleased.
Swiftly, he reviewed the moments
in the study. No, he was sure that
ing evidence for the regular authorities. 

The examiner cleared his throat.
"Is there any other statement you
would like to make in the case at
this time, Mr. McGann?"
Instinctively, McGann sensed a
trap. There was something else in
the wind. He wondered if they had
learned of that inopportune visit
by Chary Jones: the call be had
purposely neglected to mention.
purposely neglected to mention.
If that were drought out now it
might put him in a dubious light
but it was hardly criminal. He
decided to adopt a frank and candid 
air.
Only that I will feel personally
responsible until the murderer is
found."
"Thank you. Step down, please.
Dr. Scholz."
The assistant medical examiner
told of pronouncing the victim
dead, and finding the bullet
wound in the back. Again the chief
officer consulted O'Callahan's note.
"When you prepared the Body
for autopsy did you notice anything 
else unusual?"
Scholz seemed prepared for this
"Yes. There, was a postmortem
lividity of the left chest—a widespread 
discoloration at that spot."
"And medically what did you
infer from that?"
Scholz looked directly at McGann. 
"That the body had been
always been on its back as I
found it."
McGann breathed easier. If
O'Callahan and his aides wanted
to get bogged down in medical details, 
let them go to it. He knew
what he had seen and done. Painful 
experience had taught him that
if one doctor could be found to
could be produced to refute him.
Scholz explained that a prone
body would hemorrhage into the
chest, leaving a mark that would
turned on its back. After a few
more technical details, including
the course of the bullet, he was
excused.
The jury was hurried through
its routine paces which were climaxed 
when the foreman stumbled
through reading of the verdict on
a slip of paper shoved into his
hand "We find that the deceased,
Ronald Tompkins, came to his
death at the hands of a person
or persons unknown."
As the gavel banked, the reporters 
rose and hurried to the telephones 
in the lobby. Wexton stayed
near McGann, who was approached

by me inspector.
"You understand, now," O'Callahan 
said, "that very little gets by
us, Mr. McGann. While we don't
refuse information from any
source, we don' like tampering."
McGann felt his anger rise.
There was obviously no use in
further appeasement. "Listen, you
big squarehead," he said. "If you
think I shot my best client to keep
him from writing me a check, go
ahead and arrest me. I want to
see the D. A. when you tell him
the motive."
The blue eyes were suddenly innocent. 
"Who said you shot anybody?" 

"And take that tail off me." Already 
he felt, annoyed with himself 
for letting O'Callahan get his
goat. "If I want a cop I'll call
one."
"All right, all right." The strong,
blunt hands made calming gestures. 
"No need to get excited.
But you can see my position; the
Commissioner is getting impatient." 

"Sorry," McGann said, "but he
isn't any more impatient than I
am. I have more reason than you
for wanting to see this case solved.
If I get onto anything worthwhile,
I'll let you Know." He turned on
his heel and walked out.
Wexton wisely said nothing until
they were speeding uptown in a
cab. Then he ventured. "The inquest 
clears everything up. All we
have to do is grab persons unsion 
out of 'em before home edition 
time."
McGann grunted and lit a cigarette. 
"Don't you have to call
your office?"
"Not on the inquest. We had
another man there for that. For
to you."
McGann was going to say, 'Til
death do us part' but thought better 
of it. Instead, he said. "I've
got to drop into my own office for
a while. You can do a job for
me."
"Swell," Wexton rubbed his thin
hands. "Just put me on the trail."
"All right Here" McGann
jotted down names of several
nightclubs on the back of one of
his cards. He spoke again or the
short thickset man and the darkhaired 
girl who were suspected of
having followed Tompkins on the
previous Thursday night.
"Get hold of the waiters who
usually drew the Tompkins table.
See if they remember any couple
like that in the place. You ought
Find out what you can and check
with me at the office."
"Righter Wexton hopped out at
Forty-Second Street, palpably
pleased with his sleuthing assignment. 
McGann's driver, swung
right and several blocks farther
east pulled to the curb at a skyscraper 
office building.
McGann's secretary seemed relieved 
when he entered. She nodded 
toward the small waiting room
in warning, and crooked a finger.
McGann leaned over the low
railing.
"A lawyer named Holton," she
said. "Amos Holton. It's something 
to do with the Tompkins estate. 
He's been here fifteen minutes." 

McGann went in and shook
hands with a thin, baldish man
whose black mustache was too
heavy for his One features. Mr.
Holton accepted a chair, refuses
a cigarette and exploded a bomb.


CHAPTER THIRTEEN


THE INQUEST moved swiftly.
O'Callahan took the stand and told
of leading the investigators to the
Tompkins home. Farwell related
his story, apparently embroidering
a trifle the amount he remembered 
up to the time McGann
pounded on the upstairs door.
"Step down," the medical examiner 
said. "Ambrose Pearson."
Pearson seemed stunned into an
unnatural calmness. Yes, he had
worked for Mr. Tompkins for fifteen 
years. His employer had been
somewhat eccentric but not unkindly. 
For instance, he had been
pleasant about allowing the couple
to have the previous afternoon off.
"What time did you last see
Mr. Tompkins alive?"
The butler shitted. That, he said,
had been about noon when he told
Mr. Tompkins that he and his wife
would greatly appreciate the rest
of the day to visit an ailing relative 
in Jamaica.
"He said it would be all right.
I took Lie car around to the garage
and left it for servicing. When I
came back I went into our quarters
downstairs, and waited for Mrs.
Pearson to get ready."
"What time did you leave the
house?"
That, Pearson said, was nearly
one-thirty. As they emerged from
the street-level doorway at the side
of the brownstone Steps they had
seeen Mr. Farwell on the outside
Landing above. They had hurried
on their mission.
"To visit this sick person?"
To McGann's amazement, the
butler slowly Began to turn crimson. 
He tugged unhappily at the
large collar. "I'm afraid; sir, that
the reason given for our leaving
was not the—ah, completely unvarnished 
truth." He gulped.
"While we do nave relatives in
Jamaica, none was ill at the moment." 

The medical examiner laid, down
his pencil and faced the witness
with new interest.Am I to understand 
that you told your employer 
a deliberate falsehood in
order to obtain the afternoon off?
Pearson was blazing now. "Yes,
sir."
"You realize that you are under
oath here?" The question thundered 
in the silent room, "Where
did you really go?"
"On a bird walk."
"A what?
"A bird walk, you walk through
the woods and look for birds. Yesterday 
it was Croton-on-Hudson.
Many people do it, sir"—the butter's 
voice was urgent— "It's healthful 
and educational."
The medical officer looked disappointed, 
"Then you saw nothing?"
"On the contrary, sir." Pearson
seemed to have found fresh confidence 
in the recollection of carefree 
hours in the wilds of Crotonon-Hudson. 
He beamed "We saw
a yellow-bellied flycatcher!"
There were assorted snorts from
the press row. The official banged
his gavel and his brow gathered
storm clouds, "I mean anything
pertinent to this inquiry?"
Oh, no, sir."
"Then step down. Mr. McGann."
McGann identified himself and
touched briefly on his service with
the FBL. He described the summons 
to the Tompkins home, and
told of being upstairs with Farwell
when the shot rang through the
house.
The press row scribbled busily
when McGann pulled out his notebook 
and recounted the various incidents 
related by his eccentric

host as possibly portending violence. 

"Did you receive any cash retainer?" 

"I did not."
The medical examiner allowed a
note of sympathy to creep into his
voice. "Then the sudden demise of
your client deprived you of what
looked like a lucrative case?"
"It did." Prom the corner of his
eye, McGann had been observing
Inspector O'Callahan write a note
which an assistant passed up to
the bench.
The official read it and hunched
forward. "When you broke into
the room and found the body of
Mr. Tompkins you touched nothing?" 

"Only the telephone, to call headquarters." 

"You are certain of that?"
"Absolutely." McGann thought,
O'Callahan is looking pleased.
Swiftly, he reviewed the moments
in the study. No, he was sure that
ing evidence for the regular authorities. 

The examiner cleared his throat.
"Is there any other statement you
would like to make in the case at
this time, Mr. McGann?"
Instinctively, McGann sensed a
trap. There was something else in
the wind. He wondered if they had
learned of that inopportune visit
by Chary Jones: the call be had
purposely neglected to mention.
purposely neglected to mention.
If that were drought out now it
might put him in a dubious light
but it was hardly criminal. He
decided to adopt a frank and candid 
air.
Only that I will feel personally
responsible until the murderer is
found."
"Thank you. Step down, please.
Dr. Scholz."
The assistant medical examiner
told of pronouncing the victim
dead, and finding the bullet
wound in the back. Again the chief
officer consulted O'Callahan's note.
"When you prepared the Body
for autopsy did you notice anything 
else unusual?"
Scholz seemed prepared for this
"Yes. There, was a postmortem
lividity of the left chest—a widespread 
discoloration at that spot."
"And medically what did you
infer from that?"
Scholz looked directly at McGann. 
"That the body had been
always been on its back as I
found it."
McGann breathed easier. If
O'Callahan and his aides wanted
to get bogged down in medical details, 
let them go to it. He knew
what he had seen and done. Painful 
experience had taught him that
if one doctor could be found to
could be produced to refute him.
Scholz explained that a prone
body would hemorrhage into the
chest, leaving a mark that would
turned on its back. After a few
more technical details, including
the course of the bullet, he was
excused.
The jury was hurried through
its routine paces which were climaxed 
when the foreman stumbled
through reading of the verdict on
a slip of paper shoved into his
hand "We find that the deceased,
Ronald Tompkins, came to his
death at the hands of a person
or persons unknown."
As the gavel banked, the reporters 
rose and hurried to the telephones 
in the lobby. Wexton stayed
near McGann, who was approached

by me inspector.
"You understand, now," O'Callahan 
said, "that very little gets by
us, Mr. McGann. While we don't
refuse information from any
source, we don' like tampering."
McGann felt his anger rise.
There was obviously no use in
further appeasement. "Listen, you
big squarehead," he said. "If you
think I shot my best client to keep
him from writing me a check, go
ahead and arrest me. I want to
see the D. A. when you tell him
the motive."
The blue eyes were suddenly innocent. 
"Who said you shot anybody?" 

"And take that tail off me." Already 
he felt, annoyed with himself 
for letting O'Callahan get his
goat. "If I want a cop I'll call
one."
"All right, all right." The strong,
blunt hands made calming gestures. 
"No need to get excited.
But you can see my position; the
Commissioner is getting impatient." 

"Sorry," McGann said, "but he
isn't any more impatient than I
am. I have more reason than you
for wanting to see this case solved.
If I get onto anything worthwhile,
I'll let you Know." He turned on
his heel and walked out.
Wexton wisely said nothing until
they were speeding uptown in a
cab. Then he ventured. "The inquest 
clears everything up. All we
have to do is grab persons unsion 
out of 'em before home edition 
time."
McGann grunted and lit a cigarette. 
"Don't you have to call
your office?"
"Not on the inquest. We had
another man there for that. For
to you."
McGann was going to say, 'Til
death do us part' but thought better 
of it. Instead, he said. "I've
got to drop into my own office for
a while. You can do a job for
me."
"Swell," Wexton rubbed his thin
hands. "Just put me on the trail."
"All right Here" McGann
jotted down names of several
nightclubs on the back of one of
his cards. He spoke again or the
short thickset man and the darkhaired 
girl who were suspected of
having followed Tompkins on the
previous Thursday night.
"Get hold of the waiters who
usually drew the Tompkins table.
See if they remember any couple
like that in the place. You ought
Find out what you can and check
with me at the office."
"Righter Wexton hopped out at
Forty-Second Street, palpably
pleased with his sleuthing assignment. 
McGann's driver, swung
right and several blocks farther
east pulled to the curb at a skyscraper 
office building.
McGann's secretary seemed relieved 
when he entered. She nodded 
toward the small waiting room
in warning, and crooked a finger.
McGann leaned over the low
railing.
"A lawyer named Holton," she
said. "Amos Holton. It's something 
to do with the Tompkins estate. 
He's been here fifteen minutes." 

McGann went in and shook
hands with a thin, baldish man
whose black mustache was too
heavy for his One features. Mr.
Holton accepted a chair, refuses
a cigarette and exploded a bomb.


MART OF THOUGHT
The railroad station in Buffalo
is huge and the Elks had set up a
registration booth in the lobby. We
completely ignored that as I had
corresponded with a friend and we
knew exactly where to go. Oh we
even felt a little sorry for those who
but two days later and three times
moved all our smugness left and we

became numbered among those who
earn from experience that hotels
ire the best places of abode and
that reservations should be made
is early as possible.
We arrived on Saturday night
and things of interest began the
next day. The Baccalaureate sermon 
— Cap and Gown Club — oratorical 
contest — Bathing Beauty
contest — Breakfast at Hotel LaFayette 
— Ball Game — Lovejoy
award presentation to Dr. Bunche
and the Grand Ball. Lodging rates
were set by the Order but food prices 
were exorbitant. Hamburgers,
fitly cents. Bar-B-Q sandwiches
one dollar and coffee fifteen cents.
Each state had individual headquarters 
so it was not too difficult
to find any delegates in Buffalo
because sooner or later they all
turned up at State headquarters.
One night while I was at Tennessee
Headquarters a man came in to
inquire about Mrs. LaBlanche Jackson 
who worked at the Tri-State
Bank in Memphis.
I knew that Mrs. Jackson was
not in the city but her husband
was, so I suggested to the man
that he wait. It took a little time,
thirty minutes perhaps but Jack
showed up and was glad to see
their old friend.
There were many interesting and
educational things to do in that region 
and we enjoyed them all. There
was one night in particular when
Messrs. Lorenza Dennis, District
Deputy of Nashville; Fred Miller,
Knoxville, and Charles Lindsay,
Kingsport, Tenn. took a group of
us out to see the took. The Moonglo, 
Hacienda, Little Harlem and
to Dan Montgomery's for some of
his famous steaks.
The Color photographer was
there and our pictures will be in
the November issue. Another pleasant 
evening was spent in the company 
of some Memphis friends when
they took us over in Canada where
we saw the Falls. That night when
the lights were turned on the Falls,
technicolored fairyland. The beauty
was breath-taking and my soul
seemed to expand and rise to
another dimension. It was like being 
in another world, walking
among the stars and kicking the
clouds around.
I went several times to see the

Falls. Riding down the Niagara
liver on 'Maid O' the Mist' feeling
the wind and the spray against my
ace I remembered that when I was
a child and even in my late teens,
only the ultra-rich went to Niagara
Falls. It was known as the honeynoon 
town.
With modern transportation facilities 
the world has become so
small that even a hard working gal
like me can go there while the elite
is hopping over to the French Riveria 
and Italy at will — I can
even dream about that too.
After the magnificent Grand Ball
thoughts turned homeward and I
returned via automobile. For
sheer adventure, motoring is preferable 
to rail because while the
train is crossing wastelands the
highway is winding through towns
and as everything is designed to
make money, the towns vie with
each other for attracting tourists.
Driving across New York, Ohio and

Kentucky we saw the most unique
designs in hotels and tourist courts.
We breakfasted with friends in
Cleveland and drove on to Cincinati 
where we spent the night in
the city's most beautiful hotel.
Posters foretold the coming National 
Baptist Convention and the
crowd was beginning to come in
when we left.
While the car was being serviced
at a station just out of Cincinnati
Mr. and Mrs. Wendell O. Haynes
were passing. They stopped to say
goodbye and then journeyed on to
their new home in Cleveland. The
weather which had been unusually
warm turned really cold the weekend 
we left Buffalo but the farther
south we came, the hotter, the air
and sun grew.
By the time we got to Brownsugar. 
Hill I knew that we were deep
in the heart of dixie and that vacation 
was over. I had much work to
do before starting to punch the time
clock again. It was a nice trip tho
and I have wrapped each pleasant
memory in cellophane, tied them
with pink and blue ribbon and stored 
them in my bouquet of memories
Every now and then I shall relive
them.

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HEADLINES & BYLINES
BY SILAS P. WASHINGTON
This column, in the Christmas
edition (Dec. 22, 1950) of the
WORLD, had the following: Some
of us are fearful for our sons' sakes.
And almost all of us are fearful
for our country. We should be fearful 
for our leaders, too. Remember
the attempt on Truman's life? Have
you thought of the many turns the

fight against Secretary Acheson
may take? We have such a dangerous 
and seemingly godless enemy;
wherefore, we have every reason in
the world to be cautious and fearful. 

Meanwhile, we
have been having
a difficult, time
groping for ways
of dealing with
this vexing enemy. 
Naturally,
then, the headline, 
"Acheson's
Stardom on Television 
Makes Politicos 
Wonder —
Voters Impressed?" 
by Lyle C.
Wilson in The Memphis PRESS
SCIMITAR, reminded me of my
questions. In this article, I noted
the paragraph:
"Acheson's cabinet position has
been protected so far by President
Truman's loyalty or stubborness, as
you will. If the Secretary survives
the further pressure sure to be exerted 
to get him out, he will have
to thank, also, television." This indicates 
that others are pondering,
"Have you thought of the many
turns the fight against Secretary
Acheson may take?", asked by me
in this paper nearly nine months
ago. It is interesting to note, also
that President Truman said of Acheson, 
"he is smarter than any of the
guys who have been attacking him."
As I sat before my television set
watching some of the proceedings
of the Japanese peace treaty conference, 
I could not help but have

a feeling of pride in the conduct
of our man, Secretary Acheson; for
he was, at the least, the equal
the best there and heads and shoulders 
above the most of them. His
poise, demeanor, firmness, sincerely
and statesmanship — all of this
were above reproach. In addition,
his closing remarks indicate a new
departure in the art of treaty making. 
This, his final act, was in my
opinion a masterpiece in statecraft.
In this connection, it is interesting 
to note that the publications,
heretofore scoring Acheson, came
out of the American team; yet, they
were rather reluctant about specifically 
mentioning Acheson, the
unquestionable star performer. It
seems strange that they, overlooked
that little item. So, the question of
the outcome of the fight against
Secretary Acheson is still with us.

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Three Memphian
To Central State
When
Central State College opened Monday, 
September 17, the largest enrollment 
of the past few years is
expected in the freshmen class.
Theme of the 1951 Faculty Institute 
is "Planning a Progressive Year
at Central state College."
Three Memphians left the Bluff
City Thursday, September 13, for
Wilberforce, Ohio. Roosevelt Jones,
1055 McDowell, winner of one of the
Sears Roebuck and Co. scholarships,
Paul Sayles, LeMoyne Drive; and
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the latter receiving athletic scholarships 
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MEALTIME MELODIES!
By GRACE WATSON
All over the nation school bells
are beginning to ring. This means
returning to school for many kids
and that unforgettable experience,
the first day at school for others.
But to mother it brings back the
old problem the school lunch. . .
First you must decide whether
to pack a lunch or let the youngster 
eat in the school cafeteria.
Only you can make this decision.
If you should decide to pack a
lunch box, make it just as nourishing 
as the meals you serve at home.
Pack a lunch that "packs a
punch.' Here's how to do it. Pack
one or more sandwiches with a
high protein food, such as, meat,
eggs, cheese, fish or, peanut butter. 
Include a fruit, the firm type,
such us an apple, orange or banana. 
For variety in texture and
vitamins too, odd a crisp vegetable
such as celery lettuce or carrots.
If you use butter for a spread on
bread; it will prevent the other
filling from soaking the bread.
Children like surprises, so pack
a few nourishing surprises. Here
arc some sandwich suggestions that
are sure to delight your youngster.
CHEESE— Sliced or freshly grated 
American or Swiss Cheese with
mustard or pickle relish added.
Cottage or cream cheese with one
or more vegtables or relishes added,
such us olives and nuts, encumber
and onion, raw carrot and celery:
or with one or more chopped dried
fruit such as dates and nuts, raisins 
and peanuts.
MEAT AND' FISH—Corned beef
and piccalilli;, cooked ground meat
with relish; sliced cooked meat and
cole slaw; Tuna fish or salmon
with celery and chopped pickle,
diced bacon, sliced olives or celery

added.
MISCELLANEOUS—Mashed baked 
beans with minced onion or
pickle, and catsup or chili, sauce
added, peanut butter with diced
crisp bacon, honey, nuts, raisins,
or Jelly added. Seasoned butter—
soften butter with sardines, chives,
chill sauce, chutney, shrimp or crab
meat added.
For more lunchtime suggestions
sand for a copy of. "I's Lunchtime," 
Simply write the Memphis
Dairy Council, 135 N. Pauline St.
Memphis, Tenn., or phone 8-7303

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