Memphis World
Memphis World Publishing Co.
1957-06-19
Thaddeus T. Stokes

MEMPHIS WORLD
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The Righteousness Of Civil Rights
Out of a condition where the consent of the governed was
unheard of and the lack of representation hampered civil justice
in its inquiry of equality among all the people alike, this country
was born. It was never in the early concept of this nation that
men should become rich and powerful in the light of impounding
its economic effects and shaping a body politic whose requirements 
could make if immune from the recall, of those it punished
and whipped into line.
Following in that vein, the founding fathers were bent on
providing such regulations and principles upon which to fortify
the framework of the nation that righteousness might prevail
and the country might endure as a free province founded upon
free principles for a free people.
It would have seemed strange in these early periods, when
men were just let loose from bondage and religious proscription,
that in the same clime and upon the same pretext, there would
be attempted certain discriminations, hardships and civic denial
measured to another group of men because of their race, color and
previous condition of servitude.
While slavery might have flourished for a time in the Southern 
States, it began "picking at the sheets," with the death rattle in
its throat, the day it started out. A condition whereby men were
to get their bread from the sweat of other men's brows at the
disadvantage of their intellectual equipment circumscribed and
regimented by an open denial of equality in educational advantage 
and their expression at the polls as to their consent and
concern in their spiritual and physical welfare.
Civil rights in behalf of this group under discussion are the
basic essentials only whereby this group could be orientated into
that social fabric meant for the weaving of one strong republic
which was to exist in the name and theme of one God, one
country and one people, the only formula whereby a Democracy
can exist in any sense.
The Primus King decision blew the lid from the white primaries, 
which by subtle design and twisted strategy were becoming
the actual elections.
The Supreme Court in June, 1954 would tear the lost of the
veneer from the sham-battle of hypocricy and the feudal grounds
of poverty glorified, in a decision outlawing segregation at the
public school level.
In the tumult and the shouting around this decision, the
strategy of some slates to either openly evade or otherwise devise
a scheme by which the law could be evaded, this administration,
under God, has promulgated certain civil rights legislation, the
only alternative left short of military occupation, to implement the
righteousness of civil rights.

REVIEWING
THE NEWS
BY WILLIAM GORDON
His story was the kind that leaves an imprint on the conscience. 
Although, we sat in a well-heated room, I could feel
the effects of a chill and a linge of fear as he told how he fought
for the right to vote.
"We beat them in court with the fact," he said, "and now
almost all of us here in the county can register and vote."
There was one remaining tragedy: This veteran of World
War II, a musician by profession, could not get a job anywhere
in his native slate of Georgia. He had to go elsewhere for substantial 
employment.
"But we won"; he said, "they fell before the facts."
The experience of this voter from one Georgia county can
be duplicated in many areas over the deep South, as has been
clearly documented by a "while-thatched" professor from the
Middle West. Senator Paul Douglas, Democrat from Illinois has
become one of the nation's strong contenders for human rights,
and he is using the facts to beat back his opponents. During the
past few weeks, he has waged an almost single-handed and effective 
fight in behalf of the President's Civil Rights bill and the
South has been falling victim to its own-generalize lions.
The Senator has hit a decisive blow against the South's efforts 
to cripple civil rights. In a single session he cited eleven areas
in Alabama and Georgia where Negroes, do not vote. In Wilcox
County, Alabama, there are 8,218 potential voters. None has
voted since Reconstruction days.
"For the state of Arkansas as a whole," he said "according
to the 1950 census," there are 410,342 non-whites of 21 years and
over, but in the whole stale only 67,851 Negroes were registered,
or 16.5 per cent of those who would be expected to be eligible."
In the state of Alabama, only 10.3 per cent of the Negroes
of eligible voting age are registered. The story in Mississippi,
South Carolina; in those areas where politics dominates even
the kind of air one breathes, does not have to be told again.
The facts are obvious.
Despite the South's relentless, fight lo hide the truth, there is a
constant chipping away of old attitudes; there is a troubling of
conscience, there is a deep human desire to come to the side
of the right, because emotions and passions alone cannot stand
up against the facts.
This was true last week when the South lost its fight in the
House to maintain the "trial by jury" amendment in the civil
rights bill. It was true when the Southern Baptists as a body resolved 
to put an end to jim crow in the church; it was true when
a hard-working Vice President told a top Negro leader that his
administration would fight to eliminate bigotry wherever it
existed.
If free access to the ballot is one of our most priceless rights,
the South and no other area should object to laws to protect these
rights. In this global and national struggle for freedom, only the
true advocates of the right will be able to stand; the guilty will
fall before the facts.

Falling Before The Facts . . . .
BY WILLIAM GORDON
His story was the kind that leaves an imprint on the conscience. 
Although, we sat in a well-heated room, I could feel
the effects of a chill and a linge of fear as he told how he fought
for the right to vote.
"We beat them in court with the fact," he said, "and now
almost all of us here in the county can register and vote."
There was one remaining tragedy: This veteran of World
War II, a musician by profession, could not get a job anywhere
in his native slate of Georgia. He had to go elsewhere for substantial 
employment.
"But we won"; he said, "they fell before the facts."
The experience of this voter from one Georgia county can
be duplicated in many areas over the deep South, as has been
clearly documented by a "while-thatched" professor from the
Middle West. Senator Paul Douglas, Democrat from Illinois has
become one of the nation's strong contenders for human rights,
and he is using the facts to beat back his opponents. During the
past few weeks, he has waged an almost single-handed and effective 
fight in behalf of the President's Civil Rights bill and the
South has been falling victim to its own-generalize lions.
The Senator has hit a decisive blow against the South's efforts 
to cripple civil rights. In a single session he cited eleven areas
in Alabama and Georgia where Negroes, do not vote. In Wilcox
County, Alabama, there are 8,218 potential voters. None has
voted since Reconstruction days.
"For the state of Arkansas as a whole," he said "according
to the 1950 census," there are 410,342 non-whites of 21 years and
over, but in the whole stale only 67,851 Negroes were registered,
or 16.5 per cent of those who would be expected to be eligible."
In the state of Alabama, only 10.3 per cent of the Negroes
of eligible voting age are registered. The story in Mississippi,
South Carolina; in those areas where politics dominates even
the kind of air one breathes, does not have to be told again.
The facts are obvious.
Despite the South's relentless, fight lo hide the truth, there is a
constant chipping away of old attitudes; there is a troubling of
conscience, there is a deep human desire to come to the side
of the right, because emotions and passions alone cannot stand
up against the facts.
This was true last week when the South lost its fight in the
House to maintain the "trial by jury" amendment in the civil
rights bill. It was true when the Southern Baptists as a body resolved 
to put an end to jim crow in the church; it was true when
a hard-working Vice President told a top Negro leader that his
administration would fight to eliminate bigotry wherever it
existed.
If free access to the ballot is one of our most priceless rights,
the South and no other area should object to laws to protect these
rights. In this global and national struggle for freedom, only the
true advocates of the right will be able to stand; the guilty will
fall before the facts.

SEEING and SAYING
BY WILLIAM A. FOWLKES
Managing Editor — Atlanta Daily World
A FEW WEEKS ago an Atlanta newspaper columnist, who is
also a church minister, reversed himself in expressed opinion
about the status and solution of the race problem. There was
wide comment: "It seems that he now has religion!"
This reversal in blunt appraisal and condemnation of the
Negro for his simple aspirations to American justice and true
freedom is not new; Few men who have allowed themselves to
be caught up into the swirl of research for truth have failed to
find it, whether or not they dared to reveal their former ignorance
or blind stupidity.

THIS THEME MUST be repeated over and
over again. It is significant that it is repeated during 
Racial Amity season.

WHEN THE SUPREME COURT first completely upset legal public 
school segregation, there was some crying in the wilderness
that one of the most important needs in the implementation of
the "law of the land" was a public relations program to combat
traditions and false Ideas about race.
Court decisions alone will not change the hearts and minds
of a determined people. Most of them have accepted the "law
of the land" as the best decision, but a recalcitrant minority are
working hard to keep things as they are, or as they were. They
have even set about to change, by advertising, the staid notions
of American equality and freedom of opportunity in the North
and East.



Let's Spread This "Religion!"...
BY WILLIAM A. FOWLKES
Managing Editor — Atlanta Daily World
A FEW WEEKS ago an Atlanta newspaper columnist, who is
also a church minister, reversed himself in expressed opinion
about the status and solution of the race problem. There was
wide comment: "It seems that he now has religion!"
This reversal in blunt appraisal and condemnation of the
Negro for his simple aspirations to American justice and true
freedom is not new; Few men who have allowed themselves to
be caught up into the swirl of research for truth have failed to
find it, whether or not they dared to reveal their former ignorance
or blind stupidity.

THIS THEME MUST be repeated over and
over again. It is significant that it is repeated during 
Racial Amity season.

WHEN THE SUPREME COURT first completely upset legal public 
school segregation, there was some crying in the wilderness
that one of the most important needs in the implementation of
the "law of the land" was a public relations program to combat
traditions and false Ideas about race.
Court decisions alone will not change the hearts and minds
of a determined people. Most of them have accepted the "law
of the land" as the best decision, but a recalcitrant minority are
working hard to keep things as they are, or as they were. They
have even set about to change, by advertising, the staid notions
of American equality and freedom of opportunity in the North
and East.




International 
Development Services, Inc.,
is currently engaged in recruiting
specialists for work in the stimulating 
an important field of agricultural 
development —programs
carried on under contract with the
governments of Nigeria and Ghana
(formerly Gold Coast) and the International 
Cooperation administration 
of the U. S. government.
Initially the programs will involve 
23 specialists stationed in the
two countries in the following fields:
Specialist in pasture and fodder
Production; plant pathologist; train
er for agricultural teaching and
extension staff; plant geneticist;
arnomist; horticulturist, coffee
specialist in agricultural land development; 
entomologist. Coffee
pests and specialist in coffee processing. 

Soil conservationist; operatormechanic, 
caterpillartype tractors;
range management specialist; forester; 
veterinarian, cattle blood di
sease 
control, land clearing specialist; 
bacteriologist, bovine-plueropneumonia 
control and poultry disease 
specialist.
Compensation will range from
$8,500 to $12,500 per year and will be
related to qualifications and previous 
earnings. Quarters, hard furnished, 
will be provided. Term of
employment will generally be 24
months, including travel and vacation 
time.
International Development services 
welcomes the names of and
information on possible candidates
for the positoins.
Interested technicians may secure
more specific information on request 
Queries should be accompanied 
by a brief statement of qualifications 
(education, special training, 
experienced) and information
on earliest availability for assignment. 
Address International Development. 
Services, Inc. 1270 Avenue
of the Americas (Rockefeller Center), 
New York 20, N. Y.

8,500 TO 12,500
International 
Development Services, Inc.,
is currently engaged in recruiting
specialists for work in the stimulating 
an important field of agricultural 
development —programs
carried on under contract with the
governments of Nigeria and Ghana
(formerly Gold Coast) and the International 
Cooperation administration 
of the U. S. government.
Initially the programs will involve 
23 specialists stationed in the
two countries in the following fields:
Specialist in pasture and fodder
Production; plant pathologist; train
er for agricultural teaching and
extension staff; plant geneticist;
arnomist; horticulturist, coffee
specialist in agricultural land development; 
entomologist. Coffee
pests and specialist in coffee processing. 

Soil conservationist; operatormechanic, 
caterpillartype tractors;
range management specialist; forester; 
veterinarian, cattle blood di
sease 
control, land clearing specialist; 
bacteriologist, bovine-plueropneumonia 
control and poultry disease 
specialist.
Compensation will range from
$8,500 to $12,500 per year and will be
related to qualifications and previous 
earnings. Quarters, hard furnished, 
will be provided. Term of
employment will generally be 24
months, including travel and vacation 
time.
International Development services 
welcomes the names of and
information on possible candidates
for the positoins.
Interested technicians may secure
more specific information on request 
Queries should be accompanied 
by a brief statement of qualifications 
(education, special training, 
experienced) and information
on earliest availability for assignment. 
Address International Development. 
Services, Inc. 1270 Avenue
of the Americas (Rockefeller Center), 
New York 20, N. Y.

Pakistan Newsman Sees
End To Bias In America
Abdus Salam, editor-in-chief of
the Pakistan Observer newspaper
published in Dacca, the principal
city in East Pakistan, was in Atlanta 
Saturday observing newspapers, 
educational systems and practices, 
the political set-up and race
relations.
Under the Leader Exchange program 
of the State Department, Mr.
Salam made his first visit to the
United States last May 14, and he
is expected to remain here for a
month and a half.
On the controversial issue of racerelations, 
he said that he had not
yet made sufficient observations in
the South, but that in a tier of
Northern States he had visited, the
consensus of opinions among "enlightened 
whites" was that racial
segregation and discrimination
"must go" and "is bound to go."
Upon completion of his tour of
the country. Mr. Salam plans to
print a series of articles in his paper 
on his observations and experiences 
here.
The Pakistan Observer is an eight
page daily newspaper printed in
English and is one of two such news
papers in Pakistan.
It serves as a "national" publication. 
Mr. Salam said, and does not
concentrate on local news as do
newspaper in this country.
His tour of Atlanta included the
editorial offices and printing plant
of the Atlanta Daily World. He said
his paper was about the same size
as the world but differed in content
and format.
Comparing the Fourth Estate of
Pakistan with that of America. Mr.
Salam said that due to the lack of
journalism schools there, newspaper 
staffs are composed of personnel
trained in other fields. He said that
he hopes to see a college in which
this profession is taught in Pakistan 
soon.
He was educated at Presidency
College in Calcutta, "one of the best

Schools" on the South Continent of
Indo-Pakistan. He majored in English. 

He said that after working 10
years as a teacher and after a stint
in Government service, he decided
to become a journalist because he
felt he could be a greater "asset to
my country."
He has two prominent positions
outside of his editorialship of the observer. 
He is a member of the East
Pakistan Legislature and president
of the Editors Association of East
Pakistan.
His first observation upon arriving 
in America was that is was a
"wonderful country." He said he
was particularly impressed by the
"gadgetry" here "You can buy any
thing by just dropping a coin in a
machine," he said.
The population of Pakistan is 43
million and that of Mr. Salam's
hometown of Dacca is 500,000. he
said.
Mr. Salam said that he would
tour other Southern cities and
states to get a well-rounded picture 
on race relations and other
subjects.

Commitment To

had accepted in invitation to convey
to the executive branch of the government 
through Nixon the conditions 
which exist in the South for
11,00,000 colored people, including
the bombing of Negro homes and
churches to such an extent that it
is "a scandal, morally and legally."
Rev. King said he sought to give
Nixon a clear "glimpse into the
hearts and spirit" of Negroes united
in efforts to obtain their rights, and
make it clear he does not believe
either political party has done
enough with the moral and spiritual 
tools available.

MY WEEKLY
SERMON
REV. BLAIR T. HUNT
PASTOR
MISSISSIPPI BLVD. CHRISTIAN CHURCH,
MEMPHIS
A certain man had two sons, and
the younger of them said to his
father: "Father, give me the part
of your time and your attention,
and your companionship, and your
counsel and guidance which falls to
me." And the father divided unto
him his living in that he paid the
boy's bills, and sent him to school
and to college; and tried to believe
that he was doing his duty.
And not many days after the
father gathered all his interest and
took his journey into a far country,
into a land making money and
other things that do not interest a
boy and there he wasted his precious 
opportunity of being a chum,
a pal to his boy. And when father
had failed to find satisfaction, there
arose a famine in his heart, and
he began to be in want of sympathy
and real companionship. And he
went and joined himself to several

clubs and they elected him chairman 
of various committees. And
he fain would have satisfied himself 
with the husks that other men
did eat, and no man gave unto him
any real friendship.
But when he came to himself, he
said; "How many of my acquaintances 
have boys whom they understand 
and who understand them,
who talk about their boys and associate 
with their boys, and seem so
happy with their boys and I perish
with heart hunger? I will arise and
go to my son and say unto him:
"Son, I have sinned against heaven
and in your sight, and am no more
worthy to be called your father.
Make me as one of your acquaintances." 

And he arose and came to his
son. But while he was yet afar off
his son saw him and was moved
with surprise, and instead of running 
and falling on his neck, he
drew back and was ill at ease, And
the father said: "Son, I have sinned
against heaven and in your sight. I
have not done my duty to you. Forgive 
me and let me be your chum."
But the son said; "Not so. I wish
it was possible, but it is too late.
There was a time when I wanted
you, your companionship. You neglected 
me. Now I am wrecked in soul
and body it is too late now."
Dads, let us be like unto the father 
described by Jesus Christ in the
Fifteenth Chapter of Luke. Wherein 
Jesus uses an earthly father to
show to us our heavenly father.
"Let Father be more than his
dad ...... be a chum to the lad
............ be a part of his life .........
every hour of the day ........... find
time to talk with him ............ take
time to walk with him ........... share
in his troubles ........ and share in
his play ........ teach him the things
........... that you want him to know:
.......... don't live apart from
him ........ don't keep your neart' from
him ........ be his best comrade ......
he is needing you so."

THE PRODIGAL FATHER
TEXT: Luke 15:11-32.
REV. BLAIR T. HUNT
PASTOR
MISSISSIPPI BLVD. CHRISTIAN CHURCH,
MEMPHIS
A certain man had two sons, and
the younger of them said to his
father: "Father, give me the part
of your time and your attention,
and your companionship, and your
counsel and guidance which falls to
me." And the father divided unto
him his living in that he paid the
boy's bills, and sent him to school
and to college; and tried to believe
that he was doing his duty.
And not many days after the
father gathered all his interest and
took his journey into a far country,
into a land making money and
other things that do not interest a
boy and there he wasted his precious 
opportunity of being a chum,
a pal to his boy. And when father
had failed to find satisfaction, there
arose a famine in his heart, and
he began to be in want of sympathy
and real companionship. And he
went and joined himself to several

clubs and they elected him chairman 
of various committees. And
he fain would have satisfied himself 
with the husks that other men
did eat, and no man gave unto him
any real friendship.
But when he came to himself, he
said; "How many of my acquaintances 
have boys whom they understand 
and who understand them,
who talk about their boys and associate 
with their boys, and seem so
happy with their boys and I perish
with heart hunger? I will arise and
go to my son and say unto him:
"Son, I have sinned against heaven
and in your sight, and am no more
worthy to be called your father.
Make me as one of your acquaintances." 

And he arose and came to his
son. But while he was yet afar off
his son saw him and was moved
with surprise, and instead of running 
and falling on his neck, he
drew back and was ill at ease, And
the father said: "Son, I have sinned
against heaven and in your sight. I
have not done my duty to you. Forgive 
me and let me be your chum."
But the son said; "Not so. I wish
it was possible, but it is too late.
There was a time when I wanted
you, your companionship. You neglected 
me. Now I am wrecked in soul
and body it is too late now."
Dads, let us be like unto the father 
described by Jesus Christ in the
Fifteenth Chapter of Luke. Wherein 
Jesus uses an earthly father to
show to us our heavenly father.
"Let Father be more than his
dad ...... be a chum to the lad
............ be a part of his life .........
every hour of the day ........... find
time to talk with him ............ take
time to walk with him ........... share
in his troubles ........ and share in
his play ........ teach him the things
........... that you want him to know:
.......... don't live apart from
him ........ don't keep your neart' from
him ........ be his best comrade ......
he is needing you so."

Bunton Hits Race

mitteeman, said many Negroes are
fearful of white men becoming angry 
and rising up and exterminating 
them."
He behemently declared "if Negroes 
continue to stand idly by and
do nothing about theefforts some
of our good white friends have made
toward promoting freedom for all,
then that particular segment of
the Negro race is unworthy of being 
a first class citizen."
Four persons were presented a
certificate of merit by the Lincoln
League for "outstanding contributions." 

They were Mrs. Hawkins of 1663
Humber St., mother Federal Judge
Sovel Richardson, Mrs. Maxine
Smith of 1096 S. Lauderdale St.
Clark Porteous, a reporter for the
Press-Sseminar; and Alex Wilson
manager of the Tri-State Defender.
The certificates were presented
by Rev. D. Warner Browning.
Others speaking briefly at the
mammoth affair included Atty.
Newell Fowler, associated with a
local labor union, and O. W. Pickett, 
chairman of the Lincoln League 
Young Republican club.
Music was supplied by several
groups under direction, of W. H. T.
Brewtser.
Proceeds, from the affair was earmarker 
to help underwrite the cost
of a voters' registration campaign.
William C. Weathers is president
of the league, and William Owens
was co-chairman of the banquet.

News In Brief

carrying farm day laborers to Arkansas 
fields at 4:30 A. M. Thursday
showed nearly all 41 of the vehicles
checked had defects, Capt. Stuart
Dean, head of the West Tennessee
district stated. Defects, it was learned, 
consisted in range from blocked
emergency doors to faulty safety
equipment. Patrolmen, in giving
warning, said that tickets will be
issued on the next check.
July 1, 1959 will, mark the end of
delivery of tiny letters, according
to an order banning such delivery
by Postmaster General Summerfield. 
After that time, the Post Office 
will not accept letters under
2 3/4 by 4 inches. Reasons given for
the order are that the tiny letters
are hard to read, deliver, and handle. 

All out war has been declared on
speeding vehicles in Memphis with
Police Chief Macdonald having announced 
Saturday that his department 
is sending additional radar
teams and prowl cars to check unlawful 
driving. Chief McDonald
said that more tickets for speeding
have been issued this year than any
other similar period.
The head of LeMoyne College's
education department, Floyd Bass,
left for Colorado where he will work
toward a doctorate degree. He was
accompanied by his wife and children. 

Bass, an elder at Parkway Gardens 
Presbyterian Church, is expected 
to be gone about a year.
The Parkway Gardens Presbyterian 
Church. 1442 Gill Ave., is in
the midst of a Building Fund Drive.
Dr. R. W. Brown, former director 
of the Carver Foundation, has
been named dean of research at
Tuskegee Institute, announced the
president, Dr. L. H. Foster.
Research win be made in the
humanities and social science, as
well as in the natural sciences.

Quintuplets Born
In East Africa
Quintuplets, a girl and
four boys, were born to a Portuguese 
East African mother here last
week bringing her family to the size
of fourteen.
The woman, a Chopi tribeswoman 
at Vila de Bela in Mozambique,
150 miles north of Lourence Marques, 
Portuguese East Africa, has
had all 14 of her children in twins,
triplets, quadruplets and now quintuplets. 


The Brass and the Blue
JAMES KEENE
Copyright, 1956, by James Keene, reprinted by permission of Random House, Inc. (King Features Syndicate)
BREVET Captain Emi Schwabacker 
round Sergeant Finnegan 
near the stable. The sergeant 
straightened as Schwabacker 
approached.
"You got th' divvil in yer eye,
sor."
"Patrol tomorrow," Schwabacket 
said. "An important detail 
to Fort C. F. Smith. I want
the troop mustered at eight
sharp."
Finnegan didn't seem to share
Schwabacker's eagerness. "You'll
p open th' doctor's sewin', sor."
"Nonsense," Schwabacker said.
"I'm healing nicely."
Finnegan shook his head. "It's
a stubborn man you are, sor.
What's th' detail?"
"We're taking forty rifles and
four thousand rounds of- ammunition 
to the garrison at Fort
Smith. No wagon, no pack animals." 

"How th' divvll—"
"We're going to carry them,
Sergeant." There was elation in
Schwabacker's voice. "Each man
will carry two carbines, one
across the saddle and another on
the ring. Double ammunition for
each man. I know that two full
belts around the middle will be
uncomfortable, but this has to
look like any other patrol."
Finnegan smiled. "You'll be a
gener'l yet, sor; you've th' imagination 
for it."
Schwabacker went to his quarters 
and for a while he just sat
and massaged the muscles of his
thigh to ease the soreness.
Sergeant Finnegan knocked
just before evening mess. "I made
a check at th' troop, sor. We'll
be able to muster thirty-six men."
"Then have Linahan and Collins 
draw seventy-two of the new
Springfield carbines," Schwabacker 
said. "We'll leave forty
of them at Fort Smith and remain 
armed with the other
thirty-two." He pursed his lips
and his face grew studious. "Sean,
how much of a march is it to
Smith?"
"A day, sor. A long day."
"The general said to vacate the
post by nine tomorrow. He didn't
say at nine." Schwabacker
snapped his fingers. "Sean, quietly 
alert the troop. I want troop
mounting to take place in an
hour." He looked at his bull'seye 
watch. "A quarter to six;
we'll leave the post at dusk. You
attend to the troop."
''Aye, sor," Finnegan said and
burried out.
An hour passes quickly when
a patrol is making up and on
the dot, Schwabacker mounted
the troop and led them around
the parade to the main gate.
There was a light in General
Wessels' office when they trooped
by; but the general did not come
to the headquarters porch and
the gate closed behind them.
I Soon after leaving Fort Kearny, 
the men were adding and dividing 
in their minds; Ninety
rules from Kearny to Smith;
twelve hours to make it in.
Seven and a half miles an hour
and the command was making
four and a half at best.
They passed through a thickly
timbered stretch, and once clear
of this, Schwabackor pushed his
horse into a trot. The command
followed eagerly. That is, all except 
Finnegan, who worried about
Schwabacker pulling his stitches.
The first, mile was difficult, but
Dr. Cove Butler's strangulating
belly bandage took the strain and
Schwabacker thereafter alternated 
his pace between a walk and
a trot.
At midnight they dismounted
at Pass Creek, a small trickle
cutting through heavily grassed
land. "Canteens and horses,"
Schwabacker said softly to Sergeant 
Finnegan. "Ten minutes."
A nervous ten minutes, with
every trooper swinging his head
constantly. Farther up the trail
a rider crossed over, the sound
of his horse a brief racket.
"Unshod," Finnegan said softly.
The troopers fingered their
carbines.
"Mount at will," Schwabacker
said and pulled himself into the
saddle. The troop went up and
he led them out, breaking into a
trot as soon as the interval was
established. Riding a few yards
ahead of the others he caught
the faint pungency of dust where
the Indian had crossed, but there
was no sign of anyone.
Red Cloud let them pass
through unchallenged and the
wondering why drew each man's
nerves to screaming tightness.
An hour and a half before dawn
they paused at Goose Creek and,
for the first time since leaving
the Kearny gate, relaxed a little;
this was predominantly Crow
country, and the Crows were
hereditary enemies of the Sioux.
Red Cloud respected the Crows,
for they were fierce fighters, unrelenting 
enemies who gave no
quarter and asked, for none in
return. Colonel Carrington, Schwabacker 
decided, had used his
head when he built Fort C. F.
Smith in the heart of Crow country. 
The attacks were lessened
because Red Cloud was reluctant
to move around freely with an
enemy behind every bush.
The first glimpse of Fort Smith
was a disappointment to Emil
Schwabacker. He had known beforehand 
that the post was small,
and manned with only a handful
of troops, but nothing had prepared 
him for that first view.
The post sat on a flat stretch, of
ground with timber on all four
sides. The walls were not high
enough and there was only one
blockhouse visible from the
southern approach.
A sentry saw them, and when
they drew near, a creaking gate
opened and admitted, them to the
cramped parade ground. On
Schwabackers order, Finnegan
dismounted the troop and dismissed 
them, and judging from
the meager buildings, Schwabacker 
guessed that they would
spend the night on open ground.
Lieutenant Colonel N. C. Kinney 
was in command, a rotund
man with a bull voice and a great
respect for the Sioux. He came
out of the headquarters building

and ushered Captain Schwabacker 
inside.
Kinney stood by the single window 
in the office and observed
Schwabacker's troop. "You are
fortunate to have a strong force,
Captain. Red Cloud's, killed two
couriers in the last eight days."
He turned to face Schwabacker.
"I would hesitate to send a force
south in less than company
strength."
"We were under constant observation, 
sir," Schwabacker said,
"but there was no hostile movement 
that we could detect."
"They're hostile all right," said
Kinney, "but not here. The
Crows are too strong."
"I've brought you some new
tools, Colonel," said Schwabacker.
"The new Springfield breech-loading 
carbine. Forty of them and
tour thousand rounds of ammunition." 

This unexpected blessing seemed 
to stun Colonel Kinney. He
made the door in three jumps
and bellowed for his orderly.
"Fetch me one of those new rifles
on the double!" He turned back
to Schwabacker. "Captain, you've
given me a new lease on life. I
don't imagine any man can visualize 
the powder keg I've been
sitting on these last five months.
Two bare companies and the
whole Sioux nation in my back
yard."
"I understand, sir," Schwabacker 
said.
The orderly came across the
porch and burst into the room
with a Springfield carbine. Colonel 
Kinney took it, opened the
breech, then studied it tenderly.
"A magnificent weapon," he
said softly. "Captain, it is truly
magnificent."
"Yes, sir. The fire power will be
tremendous." Standing made
Schwabacker's leg throb and he
shifted awkwardly. Colonel Kinney 
noticed immediately and said,
"You've endured a hard ride,
Captain; we'll find you suitable
quarters, although your troop
presents a housing problem."
"They'll be quite comfortable
in the stable, sir."
"When do you plan to depart
for Fort Kearny, Captain?"
"Tomorrow,'' Schwabacker said.
"Then I'll have a detailed report 
for General Wessels. If you
have his ear, Captain, plead my
cause and give us some cavalry
support. I couldn't attack a
platoon of old squaws with my
infantry."
"I'll relay your message, sir,"
Schwabacker said. Her took his
leave quickly and went across the
short parade ground to the officers 
quarters.
The bunk assigned to him was
lumpy and the ropes serving as
springs needed tightening, but he
could not recall when anything
had felt so restful. He could even
forget the aches and itchiness
caused by healing wounds. He
could forget everything now and
sleep.


CHAPTER 26
JAMES KEENE
Copyright, 1956, by James Keene, reprinted by permission of Random House, Inc. (King Features Syndicate)
BREVET Captain Emi Schwabacker 
round Sergeant Finnegan 
near the stable. The sergeant 
straightened as Schwabacker 
approached.
"You got th' divvil in yer eye,
sor."
"Patrol tomorrow," Schwabacket 
said. "An important detail 
to Fort C. F. Smith. I want
the troop mustered at eight
sharp."
Finnegan didn't seem to share
Schwabacker's eagerness. "You'll
p open th' doctor's sewin', sor."
"Nonsense," Schwabacker said.
"I'm healing nicely."
Finnegan shook his head. "It's
a stubborn man you are, sor.
What's th' detail?"
"We're taking forty rifles and
four thousand rounds of- ammunition 
to the garrison at Fort
Smith. No wagon, no pack animals." 

"How th' divvll—"
"We're going to carry them,
Sergeant." There was elation in
Schwabacker's voice. "Each man
will carry two carbines, one
across the saddle and another on
the ring. Double ammunition for
each man. I know that two full
belts around the middle will be
uncomfortable, but this has to
look like any other patrol."
Finnegan smiled. "You'll be a
gener'l yet, sor; you've th' imagination 
for it."
Schwabacker went to his quarters 
and for a while he just sat
and massaged the muscles of his
thigh to ease the soreness.
Sergeant Finnegan knocked
just before evening mess. "I made
a check at th' troop, sor. We'll
be able to muster thirty-six men."
"Then have Linahan and Collins 
draw seventy-two of the new
Springfield carbines," Schwabacker 
said. "We'll leave forty
of them at Fort Smith and remain 
armed with the other
thirty-two." He pursed his lips
and his face grew studious. "Sean,
how much of a march is it to
Smith?"
"A day, sor. A long day."
"The general said to vacate the
post by nine tomorrow. He didn't
say at nine." Schwabacker
snapped his fingers. "Sean, quietly 
alert the troop. I want troop
mounting to take place in an
hour." He looked at his bull'seye 
watch. "A quarter to six;
we'll leave the post at dusk. You
attend to the troop."
''Aye, sor," Finnegan said and
burried out.
An hour passes quickly when
a patrol is making up and on
the dot, Schwabacker mounted
the troop and led them around
the parade to the main gate.
There was a light in General
Wessels' office when they trooped
by; but the general did not come
to the headquarters porch and
the gate closed behind them.
I Soon after leaving Fort Kearny, 
the men were adding and dividing 
in their minds; Ninety
rules from Kearny to Smith;
twelve hours to make it in.
Seven and a half miles an hour
and the command was making
four and a half at best.
They passed through a thickly
timbered stretch, and once clear
of this, Schwabackor pushed his
horse into a trot. The command
followed eagerly. That is, all except 
Finnegan, who worried about
Schwabacker pulling his stitches.
The first, mile was difficult, but
Dr. Cove Butler's strangulating
belly bandage took the strain and
Schwabacker thereafter alternated 
his pace between a walk and
a trot.
At midnight they dismounted
at Pass Creek, a small trickle
cutting through heavily grassed
land. "Canteens and horses,"
Schwabacker said softly to Sergeant 
Finnegan. "Ten minutes."
A nervous ten minutes, with
every trooper swinging his head
constantly. Farther up the trail
a rider crossed over, the sound
of his horse a brief racket.
"Unshod," Finnegan said softly.
The troopers fingered their
carbines.
"Mount at will," Schwabacker
said and pulled himself into the
saddle. The troop went up and
he led them out, breaking into a
trot as soon as the interval was
established. Riding a few yards
ahead of the others he caught
the faint pungency of dust where
the Indian had crossed, but there
was no sign of anyone.
Red Cloud let them pass
through unchallenged and the
wondering why drew each man's
nerves to screaming tightness.
An hour and a half before dawn
they paused at Goose Creek and,
for the first time since leaving
the Kearny gate, relaxed a little;
this was predominantly Crow
country, and the Crows were
hereditary enemies of the Sioux.
Red Cloud respected the Crows,
for they were fierce fighters, unrelenting 
enemies who gave no
quarter and asked, for none in
return. Colonel Carrington, Schwabacker 
decided, had used his
head when he built Fort C. F.
Smith in the heart of Crow country. 
The attacks were lessened
because Red Cloud was reluctant
to move around freely with an
enemy behind every bush.
The first glimpse of Fort Smith
was a disappointment to Emil
Schwabacker. He had known beforehand 
that the post was small,
and manned with only a handful
of troops, but nothing had prepared 
him for that first view.
The post sat on a flat stretch, of
ground with timber on all four
sides. The walls were not high
enough and there was only one
blockhouse visible from the
southern approach.
A sentry saw them, and when
they drew near, a creaking gate
opened and admitted, them to the
cramped parade ground. On
Schwabackers order, Finnegan
dismounted the troop and dismissed 
them, and judging from
the meager buildings, Schwabacker 
guessed that they would
spend the night on open ground.
Lieutenant Colonel N. C. Kinney 
was in command, a rotund
man with a bull voice and a great
respect for the Sioux. He came
out of the headquarters building

and ushered Captain Schwabacker 
inside.
Kinney stood by the single window 
in the office and observed
Schwabacker's troop. "You are
fortunate to have a strong force,
Captain. Red Cloud's, killed two
couriers in the last eight days."
He turned to face Schwabacker.
"I would hesitate to send a force
south in less than company
strength."
"We were under constant observation, 
sir," Schwabacker said,
"but there was no hostile movement 
that we could detect."
"They're hostile all right," said
Kinney, "but not here. The
Crows are too strong."
"I've brought you some new
tools, Colonel," said Schwabacker.
"The new Springfield breech-loading 
carbine. Forty of them and
tour thousand rounds of ammunition." 

This unexpected blessing seemed 
to stun Colonel Kinney. He
made the door in three jumps
and bellowed for his orderly.
"Fetch me one of those new rifles
on the double!" He turned back
to Schwabacker. "Captain, you've
given me a new lease on life. I
don't imagine any man can visualize 
the powder keg I've been
sitting on these last five months.
Two bare companies and the
whole Sioux nation in my back
yard."
"I understand, sir," Schwabacker 
said.
The orderly came across the
porch and burst into the room
with a Springfield carbine. Colonel 
Kinney took it, opened the
breech, then studied it tenderly.
"A magnificent weapon," he
said softly. "Captain, it is truly
magnificent."
"Yes, sir. The fire power will be
tremendous." Standing made
Schwabacker's leg throb and he
shifted awkwardly. Colonel Kinney 
noticed immediately and said,
"You've endured a hard ride,
Captain; we'll find you suitable
quarters, although your troop
presents a housing problem."
"They'll be quite comfortable
in the stable, sir."
"When do you plan to depart
for Fort Kearny, Captain?"
"Tomorrow,'' Schwabacker said.
"Then I'll have a detailed report 
for General Wessels. If you
have his ear, Captain, plead my
cause and give us some cavalry
support. I couldn't attack a
platoon of old squaws with my
infantry."
"I'll relay your message, sir,"
Schwabacker said. Her took his
leave quickly and went across the
short parade ground to the officers 
quarters.
The bunk assigned to him was
lumpy and the ropes serving as
springs needed tightening, but he
could not recall when anything
had felt so restful. He could even
forget the aches and itchiness
caused by healing wounds. He
could forget everything now and
sleep.


KNOW YOUR
LIBRARY
by
MAUDDEAN THOMPSON SEWARD
This is a time when our attention
is turned toward Vacation Church
School. The Vacation Church
School is a product of the twentyeth 
century and, in its less than
fifty years of history, has grown to
significant proportions. Within the
last decade of development, we have
had one-fourth as many vacation
church schools as there are Sunday
schools, and these vacation church
schools enroll one-tenth as many
pupils as do the Sunday School.
In comparing enrollment figures,
it must be remembered that many
Sunday schools enroll people of all
ages, while the vacation church
school enrollment conststs primarily
of children.
There is record of a vacation
church school held in Hopedale,
Illinois, in 1894. The wife of the minister 
of the Methodist church, Mrs.
D. G. Miles, came to the conclusion
that the church school hour was too
short, and the time between sessions
too long, to give the children a thorough 
knowledge of the Bible. She,
therefore, hit upon the idea of utilizing 
the long summer vacation of
the children for additional religious
education. The school was organized

on an interdenominational basis
and was held in the public school
building. Use was also made of the
adjoining park.
Mrs. Miles became the director of
the school. A fee of one dollar was
charged for each pupil enrolled to
cover the cost of supplies. Each
child was expected to bring a Bible,
and if he did not have his own, a
Bible was secured for him from the
American Bible Society. The school
was organized into four divisions,
with an assistant for each of the
divisions. Some activities were for
the whole group and some by divisions. 

These activities included songs,
stories, contests, physical exercises,
marches, and pantomime. One of
the dramatic activities was held in
the city, park and depicted the wanderings 
of the children of Israel in
the desert. In this brief description,
we see that many of the characteristics 
of the present-day vacation
church school were anticipated by
Mrs. Miles.
Call by the Vance Avenue Branch
of the Cossitt Library and get a
copy of The Church and Christian
Education by Paul Vieth and read
the entire story of this great movement. 


VACATION CHURCH OF GOD
by
MAUDDEAN THOMPSON SEWARD
This is a time when our attention
is turned toward Vacation Church
School. The Vacation Church
School is a product of the twentyeth 
century and, in its less than
fifty years of history, has grown to
significant proportions. Within the
last decade of development, we have
had one-fourth as many vacation
church schools as there are Sunday
schools, and these vacation church
schools enroll one-tenth as many
pupils as do the Sunday School.
In comparing enrollment figures,
it must be remembered that many
Sunday schools enroll people of all
ages, while the vacation church
school enrollment conststs primarily
of children.
There is record of a vacation
church school held in Hopedale,
Illinois, in 1894. The wife of the minister 
of the Methodist church, Mrs.
D. G. Miles, came to the conclusion
that the church school hour was too
short, and the time between sessions
too long, to give the children a thorough 
knowledge of the Bible. She,
therefore, hit upon the idea of utilizing 
the long summer vacation of
the children for additional religious
education. The school was organized

on an interdenominational basis
and was held in the public school
building. Use was also made of the
adjoining park.
Mrs. Miles became the director of
the school. A fee of one dollar was
charged for each pupil enrolled to
cover the cost of supplies. Each
child was expected to bring a Bible,
and if he did not have his own, a
Bible was secured for him from the
American Bible Society. The school
was organized into four divisions,
with an assistant for each of the
divisions. Some activities were for
the whole group and some by divisions. 

These activities included songs,
stories, contests, physical exercises,
marches, and pantomime. One of
the dramatic activities was held in
the city, park and depicted the wanderings 
of the children of Israel in
the desert. In this brief description,
we see that many of the characteristics 
of the present-day vacation
church school were anticipated by
Mrs. Miles.
Call by the Vance Avenue Branch
of the Cossitt Library and get a
copy of The Church and Christian
Education by Paul Vieth and read
the entire story of this great movement. 


Youth Jailed In
Attempted Attack
A 19-year-old youth, described as
being in a "drunken condition," was
lodged in City Jail Saturday on
suspicion of attempting to attack a
19 year-old girl, and striking her
14-year-old friend.
The arrested man was identified
as Charles Gray, 19, 251 Mason
Ave., N. E. He was charged with
suspicion of assault and battery and
attempted rape, Pt J. O. Fincher
and C. E. Henslee said.
The 19-year-old girl, told police
she was awaken about 12:20 p. m.
to find a man leaning over her attempting 
to disrobe her. She was
quoted as saying she kicked the
man in the abdomen and escaped
from him. A 14-year-old girl, asleep
in the same room, came to her rescue, 
and the man reportedly slaped 
her. Police apprehended Gray a
few blocks from his home.

2 Atlantans Get
Degrees From
Univ. Of Chicago
Two Atlanta students received degrees 
recently in the University of
Chicago's Convocation held in
Rockefeller Memorial Chapel.
They were Dorothy L. Butler,
daughter of Mr. and Mrs. George
L. Butler, of 1562 Mozley Dr., and
Andrew L. Thomas, son of Mr. and
Mrs. Huey T. Thomas, Sr., of 987
Mayson-Turner, NW.
Miss Butler received the Master
of Art degree in Social Service Administration, 
and Mr. Thomas was
awarded the Bachelor of Science
degree in Biology.