Memphis World
Memphis World Publishing Co.
1957-01-05
Raymond F. Tisby

A Happy New Year Of Promise
Assuredly, those who were able to cross over the threshold
into another year are happy in that they were spared this rich
heritage. While much remains to be settled of what did not reach
a solution last year, let the old world be thankful because it is felt
that we are nearer the accepted goal of peace over the world.
The seeds sown on those fronts so deserving of a lasting peace,
apparently are bearing fruit. Regardless of what accrues to the
ingenuity and fealty of man, nothing enhances the great possibilities 
before us like the realization of a peace and that mutual
understanding among men in the line of better relations.
Since May 17, 1954 many enactments have registered on
the public forum and time has recorded those gradual interweavings 
making for progress in the building of a wholesome
Union.
The passing of years therefore is an asset to our growth
and the bringind into reality those things for the well
being of the nation.
This promises to be a great year if will not only unfold
new endeavors but will see the implementation of many things
for the betterment of relations between the races.
Little by little the country is being loved into a state of anxious
peace-loving. It has come to the pass in which it sees oil else
washed up in the swift tides of saner human reasoning. It has
seen dual processes and their questionable activations all tumble
down the stream of disorganization and despair. It has seen in a
one-country and one-God area, the crumbling of two philosophies
end two policies, each inquiring into those non-essentials by
which, no other physical commodity is distributed.
Time brings us nearer the ports where men are realizing
that their petty passions and puny prejudices are not above the
nation itself; that the one-country and one-people under God
must come into the equal enjoyment of opportunity and privilege.
We are happy to enter into the activities of another year.
Maybe the turning of the pages and the burning of old records
might constrain a powerful moral effect upon the common
agenda.
At least, we find a few scars healed and a stronger determination 
to go on with more vigor and hope into the new realm
of a new year.
Ours, however is struggle; we must therefore bend every
endeavor toward the reaching of a common goal of justice and
equal rights under the law.

Civil Rights Prospects Good
The slow grind in the hopper of those bills meant for the
unhampered reach of a free government of a free people, for a
free people, at last shows a ray of hope in the procedure proposed 
for the 85th., Congress.
All through the Roosevelt and Truman eras, certain members
of the Congress counted on the un-Democratic practice of unlimited 
debate, better known as the accustomed filibuster, resorted
to by those who in the main did not wish the allowance of a free
vote on some measure which they felt they had not enough opposition 
to forestall.
Rule 22 is well and widely known on the front of stalling off
voting on such legislation as promulgated civil rights, or the
clarification of those rights already guaranteed under the Constitution 
of the United States.
The talkafest, engaged in by Southerners who carried a
pledge with their constituents to keep off anything suggesting.
Negro fear or the free circulations of individuals in a free
society, has long been regarded as un-American.
Cloture is a jealous maiden in the halls of our lawmaking
bodies, and the medium by which it is obtained is so unwieldly
as to seldom be resorted to.
The churches are that a civil rights bill will emerge from
the first session of the 85th Congress. Contrary to sentiment in
most recent years, many conservative Democrats including some
Southerners, feel that a Civil Rights bill should be passed by the
85th Congress, but they are opposed to the Eisenhower Administration 
"Civil Rights program as proposed by Herbert Brownell
earlier this year. They object to his proposal that any citizen
might take a Civil Rights case directly to the Federal courts.
They still favor a constitutional amendment to repeal poll
taxes and propose another amendment which would guarantee
certain rights to oil citizens.
It might be news to some that a group Democratic Senators
favors a strong Civil Rights program, and have indicated that
they will push hard for such a liberal program at this session.
Filibuster is still possible in the Senate, even though in 1949
Southerners gave up the right to unlimited debate on a motion
to bring up a bill.
Beyond a doubt a Civil Rights bill with teeth will emerge
from this session of the Congress. This is thought to be one of
those musts upon which rests the prestige of this country.
The Montgomery affair and the Clinton, Tennessee revolt
with all their unnatural ramifications, must receive positive treatment 
if the nation would hold on to those basic essentials affording 
it the enabling act of inquiring into the ills of the restless world
and to justify itself before its own people as the just steward
of their taxes and their sufferings.

Negro Atty. Appointed
To Ohio County Staff
The first Negro 
to be appointed a member of
the staff of a prosecuting attorney
in Summit County is a prominent
member of the Centenary Methodist 
Church of this city. He is 40
year-old Alabama born. Attorney
Joseph D. Roulhac and the son of
a retired Presbyterian minister.
The local attorney was named to
this post by John Ballard, prosecutor-elect 
who with Roulhac and
other members of his staff will
take over the office on Jan. 7, 1957.
The brilliant Negro attorney win
be the second member of the Prosecutor's 
staff.
A resident of Akron since 1948,
Rouhlac has been active in both
civic and religious work, being a
trustee and the treasurer of the
Centenary Methodist Church. He is
also a member of the Liaison Committee 
of the Lexington Conference

of the Methodist Church. As a
member of the Liaison Committee,
he works with members of similar
committees of the Ohio Area conferences 
in the matter of working
for the ultimate transfer of Negro
churches into the geographical
white conferences they may be located 
in.
Attorney Roulhac is also a member 
of the Board of Trustees and
the Board of Social and Economic
Relations of the Lexington Conference. 
A graduate of Lincoln University 
in Pennsylvania, he holds
the M. A. and LL B. degrees from
the University of Pennsylvania.
Rouhlac taught at Lincoln University 
and Fort Valley State College.
Fort Valley Ga., before serving in
the armed forces of the nation. He
began the practice of law in Akron
in 1919.

MERRY CHRISTMAS —
This is Knoxville's way
of saying Merry Christmas to the nine Clinton
High School students who remain of the original 
twelve who entered the previous all-white
school last August. The Rev. R. E. James, pastor
of Mt. Zion Baptist Church, Knoxville, is shown

presenting seven of the happy students with
$40.00 each, donated by well-wishing citizens
of Knoxville. The students have shown remarkable 
courage, and excellent discipline during
four moths of continuous harassing in their
effort to attend the previous all-white school.

Arrest Of Six Men

Kinds said.
Establishments rbbea by the
eight men according to Police reports 
are as follows:
Nu Liquor Store. 1940 Mississippi, 
$125 stolen on Nov. 20: Weona
Food Store l75 Ethlyn, 600 on
Nov. 30: Lanksy Liquor Store, 1673
Kansas, $20 on Dec. 4; Robert DaVidson, 
346 South Fourth, $595 on
Dec. 9; H. W. Harris, 3741 Longfellow, 
a Memphis Street Railway
driver, $30 on Dec. 15; the Silver
Dollar Cafe, 1282 Airways $100 on
Dec 16; Lazore Cash Market, 867
Porter, $150 on Dec. 23; Gozzio

Grocery at 264 Maryland, $96 and
a dressed turkey on Xmas Eve; the
attempted payroll robbery of Joe
E. Moore of 674 Pontotoc on Dec. 7.

PLACES LISTED

Kinds said.
Establishments rbbea by the
eight men according to Police reports 
are as follows:
Nu Liquor Store. 1940 Mississippi, 
$125 stolen on Nov. 20: Weona
Food Store l75 Ethlyn, 600 on
Nov. 30: Lanksy Liquor Store, 1673
Kansas, $20 on Dec. 4; Robert DaVidson, 
346 South Fourth, $595 on
Dec. 9; H. W. Harris, 3741 Longfellow, 
a Memphis Street Railway
driver, $30 on Dec. 15; the Silver
Dollar Cafe, 1282 Airways $100 on
Dec 16; Lazore Cash Market, 867
Porter, $150 on Dec. 23; Gozzio

Grocery at 264 Maryland, $96 and
a dressed turkey on Xmas Eve; the
attempted payroll robbery of Joe
E. Moore of 674 Pontotoc on Dec. 7.

Two Cities Face

Arlington county desegregated by
the end of January, and desegregation 
of Junior and Senior High
Schools by next September.
On July 12, the Charlottesville
School Board was ordered by Fed.
Judge John Paul to begin to plan
for school segregation during the
past fall. A delay had been granted, 
however, last August in order
to allow the appeal to a higher
court.
Negro leaders said the state was
not proceeding with "deliberate
speed to desegregate as the Supreme 
Court had ordered."
While upholding the Negro protest, 
the Appeals Court, in an opinion 
written by Judge John J. Parker, 
said the move was not deliberate,
"but was a clear manifestation of
an attitude of intransigence which
justified the issuance of the injunction." 

He said it was the school authorities' 
"obligation under the law"
to carry out the integration program." 


NEGRO LEADERS

Arlington county desegregated by
the end of January, and desegregation 
of Junior and Senior High
Schools by next September.
On July 12, the Charlottesville
School Board was ordered by Fed.
Judge John Paul to begin to plan
for school segregation during the
past fall. A delay had been granted, 
however, last August in order
to allow the appeal to a higher
court.
Negro leaders said the state was
not proceeding with "deliberate
speed to desegregate as the Supreme 
Court had ordered."
While upholding the Negro protest, 
the Appeals Court, in an opinion 
written by Judge John J. Parker, 
said the move was not deliberate,
"but was a clear manifestation of
an attitude of intransigence which
justified the issuance of the injunction." 

He said it was the school authorities' 
"obligation under the law"
to carry out the integration program." 


Ike Names Boston
Attorney To Dept.
Of Health, Welfare
President 
Eisenhower Wednesday appointed 
Elliot Lee Richardson, a
Boston attorney, to be assistant
secretary of health, education and
welfare.
Richardson succeeds Roswell B.
Perkins who has resigned. It is
an interim appointment, and will
have to be resubmitted to the Senate 
later for continuation.
Richardson, who is 36 is a member 
of the Boston law firm of
Ropes Gray. Best, Cooledge and
Rugg. In 1948 he was a law clerk
to Supreme Court justice Felix
Frankfurter.
In another recess appointment,
the president named Ross L. Leffler 
of Philadelphia to be assisiant 
secretary of the interior in
change of the Fish and wildlife
service. This is a new position.
Leffler who is 70 is assistant to
the executive vice president of

the U. S. Steel Corporation. He is
a member of the Pennsylvania
game commission and a past president 
of the International Association 
of Game, Fish and Conservation 
Commissioners.

LIFE WITH A
TECHANICAL 'LUNG'
NEW CENSUS SHOWS THESE POLIO
PATIENTS ARE OLDER—NEED
COSTLIER MAKCH OF DIMES
HELP FOR MANY YEARS.
THEY BREATRE WITH SON LUNGS—
PORTABLE RISPIRATCRS—
ROCRING BEDS.

OF
EVERY

USES

EVERY MINUTE
OF EVERY DAY

THIS HAVE
NEEDED THIS
HELP SINCE THEY
WERE STRICKEN.

POLIO IN ADULTS MEANS
PARENTS AWAY FROM
FAMILIES—THE BREADWINNER
UNABLE TO WORK—
FITURE UNCERTAIN
EACH IRON
LUNG COSTS
AT LEAST 1800—
IT BREATHES
10, 000,000
TIMES A YEAR...
MUST BE MECHANACALLY
PERFET AT ALL
TIMES.
LET
FINISH
THE JOR!


Demos Would
Put Harry,
Adlai In Act
Democratic 
National Chairman Paul
Butler is hoping to use former
President Harry S. Truman and
defeated presidential aspirant Adlai 
E. Stevenson as levers to restore 
two party foreign policy debate 
this session.
A highly placed source disclosed
that Butler is trying to arrange
a secret meeting in Washington
Saturday between his congressionally-rebuffed 
democratic advisory
committee, of which Truman and
Stevenson are members, and key
senators and representatives on the
two foreign relations committees.
Butler is said to be determined
not to permit a repeat of what
he believes was a "rubber stamp"
performance of the 84th Congress
when in his words. Senate Majority 
Loader Lyndon Johnson
"passed all the foreign policy decisions 
to chairman Walter George
and George passed them all to
Eisenhower."
George, now retired will be succeeded 
as foreign relations chairman 
by Sen. Theodore Francis
Green of Rhode Island, a new
dealer and staunch party man.
Green's No. 2 man on the committee 
will be Sen. J. William
Fulbright of Arkansas. Who has
publicly stated that he opposes bipartisan 
foreign policy in peace
times. Other democrats in the
powerful committee who share like
views are Sen. John Sparkman of
Alabama, 1952 vice presidential
candidate, and the three "enfants
terrible": Senators Hulbert Humphrey. 
Minn.: Wayne Morse, Ore,:
and Mike Mansfield Mont.

REPEAT PERFORMANCE.
Just years
ago Martin Manoogions truck rolled 
unattended down James street.
Just a few days ago Manoogian's
oil truck unattended rolied down
the same street smashed through
the same fence and struck the
same house on Pleasant Street.

WHITE SCHOOL BAND
LEADER IS BEATEN
A
group of men wearing sacks over
their heads tied and beat a white
high school band teacher Friday
and warned him to move his family 
away by sundown.
The beating, according to the
hooded men, was because of an alledged 
prointegration speech made
by the band director.
Guy Hutchins, 52, was hospitalized 
with severe bruises he said

he suffered when four or five men
tied him to a tree and attacked
him.
Hutchins said he was returning
from Charlotte, N. C., by atuomobile 
when he was stopped near
this central South Carolina town
of 7,000.
Mrs. Hutchins told police that
her husband had received threats
to leave town, but the family planned 
to do nothing about it.

THE BLONDE
DIED DANCING
by KELLEY ROOS
From the Dodd, Mend & Co. novel Copyright  1949 by William and Audrey Kelley Rooe.  1956 by Kelley Roos
Distributed by King Features Syndicate.
Connie Barton's suspicions were
aroused by her husband's clumsy excuses 
for his regular Wednesday
night absences. She trailed Steve to a
private dance studio and then realized 
he was taking dance lessons as
a pleasant surprise for her. Keeping
herself unnoticed, Connie watched
the door of the studio till Steve left,
and went in for a private word with
his teacher. She found the instructor.
Anita Farrell sprawled on the floor
—shot dead. In the corpse's hand
was a paper silhouette of herself.
Confused, Connie's first thought was
to cover up for Steve. She grabbed
the silhouette and the appointment
book at the unattended reception desk
outside and went home to confront
Steve. She had to believe his issertions 
of his innocence.
Police promptly got the names or
all Miss Farrell's pupils and began
cheeking to identify the 7 p. m. Wednesday 
waltzer. When Lieut, Bolline
asked Steve his lesson time. Steve
said 8 o'clock Saturday. From the
stolen appointment book Steve look
the lesson time of a Ralph Tilley
whom Boiling, hasn't contacted—yet.
Using the name Hester Frost, and
with a plan in mind to save Steve.
Connie got Miss Farrell's teaching
job. Connie noticed a ventilator on
the ceiling of Studio K—the murder
room—and set about exploring the
possibility of tile gunshot having
come from there. While up on a catwalk 
over the false ceiling, she heard
from the studio next to hers a man
and a girl arguing whether he should
chance going to "Rhinebeck pause
That is where the late Miss Farrell
Hved.
Downstairs again, Connie spots a
policeman acquaintance and fearfully
ducks into another studio.
The studio was large, used obviously 
for group lessons, and
at the far end of it was a young
man. He seemed genuinely
anxious to help me. His diffidence, 
the clear sparkle of his
rimless eyeglasses reminded me
instantly of a high school history
teacher of mine. Mr. Lindens
scholarly diffidence and the clear
sparkle of his eyeglasses had
made him my first intellectual
hero. As the young man come
across the studio toward me, I
wondered for what demure little
chick's sake he was learning to
dance. Then I realized that it
he were a student, he would hardly 
be so solicitous of my welfare. 

"Are you a teacher?" I asked.
He smiled at the surprise in
my voice. "Yes. I am."
"Well, so am I! I'm just kind
of going around and getting acquainted. 
This is my first day.
"You're Hester Frost. I've
hear" about you taking Anita
Farrell's place. I'm Bou Spellcer." 

"How do you do, Bob?"
We shook hands.
"Welcome to Crescent." he
said.
"Thanks. Have you been working 
here lone?"
This is my twelfth year. I
started here as soon as I got
out of the service." Again fie
was amused at my reaction lie
said, "You're surprised that a
man could leach dancing Laa;
long. Well, maybe I can surprise 
you even more: I 
start working here because I was
an actor our Qt. work of a 
gry writer or a struggling 
I took tile job because I 
I might enjoy it and I do en
joy 
it. Furthermore, I'm inter
ested in the business end of this
deal. There's a lot of money in
dancing.
"I gather. The boss has boys
at Harvard, Yale and Princeton."
"A lot of money," Bob repeated.
"If Mr. Bell doesn't move me up
into an executive job in the next
few years, I might start my own
studio. I've got A few ideas."
"Well, if you start your own
place, don't forget me."
"A number of the beat teachers 
here would consider going
with me. I get along pretty well
with people."
"I'm sure you do, Bob."
"People are my main interest.
I've made a study of them. They
tascinate me."
The gray eyes behind the professorial 
spectacles seemed suddenly 
to be delving into my innermost 
being. I decided that I
wouldn't stick around to be analyzed. 
Some other day, maybe.
But right now I had a more urgent 
matter to attend to. As I
turned away from Bob Spencer
the realization flicked through
my mind that my new acquaintance 
couldn't have been less interested 
in the life and death of
Anita Farrell in fact, his indifference 
to the murder was slightly 
chilling.
Mr. Spencer had, however,
served his purpose. The corridor
was empty; I had been able to
clude my friend, the policeman.
I got down the hall, through the
reception room and into an elevator 
without any further trouble.
From a phone booth in the downStair's 
lobby, I called home. Steve
was there.
"Connie, what the hell..."
"Darling, listen!"
I had some trouble making him
listen: But by talking fast, so
that he couldn't get a word in
edgewise, I told him about my
job and why I had taken it. The
details, I said. I would fill in
later. Then I told him about a
man and a girl and Rhinebeck
Place.
"Steve," I said, "he might be
going down to Anita's apartment.
She lived on Rhinebeck Place. I
saw it in the paper. We've got
to find out who this guy is and
what he wants there."
"Maybe he's been there and
gone by now."
"No, I think he's still upstairs.
The lesson hour isn't quite over
yet."
"All right. I'll come over to
the school and we'll follow him."
"Sieve. We can't I don't know
him, I don't see him. I only
heard ms voice."
"Can't you pick him up outside
the studio he's in now?"
"No I can't go back upstairs.
Hankins ... you Know, Bolling's
pal is hanging around. And you
stay away from here. Steve
Listen, Listen, the only  we can do
is go to Rhinebeck  and
watch for a guy who's interected
in Anita arrell's apartments

Rhinebeck Place is in the Village,
isn't it?"
"Off Christopher Street, between 
Greenwich and Seventh."
"I'll, meet you there. Right
away."
"Connie, I'll go alone ..."
"No, I'11 meet you there."
"Connie ..."
I hung up.
It took me about five minutes
to find a cab and I was on my
way Steve would probably take
the Lexington Avenue Subway to
Union Square, then a taxi. That
would be fastest for him; he
might even beat me there in spite
of my eighteen block head start.
The traffic was brutal. In the
garment district of the West
Thirties we got tied up so badly,
stopped so dead that the driver
picked up a newspaper. He shook
it out, spread it across the steering 
wheel. I leaned forward and
read the headline: COPS PRESS
SEARCH FOR WALTZER.
The driver said, "The sooner
they get that creep, the better."
"yes," I said.
"The streets ain't safe with him
loose."
"No," I said.
"An out and out maniac, that
Waltzer," the driver said. He
should be shot on sight like a
mad dog."
"The light is green now." I
said.
"If this was any place but New
York City there'd be a posse out
for him. He should be strung up
on the first pole, hung."
"The light is green," I said
again.
We got moving. Below Pennsyivama 
Station we broke into
the clear and made some time.
I got out at Christopher and
Seventh, walked the half block
east.
Rhinebeck Place was actually a
short street with a dead end. On
each side of it were narrow, fourstory 
brownstone houses. The
blank wall of what seemed to be
a warehouse formed the dead end.
It had been painted a fresh gray
some ivy was trying desperately
to storm its ramparts.
Steve wasn't in sight.
Number 11 was the next to
last building on the left. In its
vestibule I round the name Farrell 
under one of the eight mailboxes. 
Anita's apartment was one
flight up, the rear half of the
parlor floor of this former one
family house.
I stepped back onto the side
walk. There was still no sign of
Steve. I started toward Christopher 
Street to wait for him
there. A young man popped
around the corner. He was
young man in stich a hurry and
with a manner so determined
immediately wondered it his
could  voice I had heard
planning a trip to Rhinebeck
Place.
Tomorrow: Steve baits a trap
with . Continue Chapter
 of " Oled Dancing" 
in this newspaper.
From the Dodd. Mead & Co. novel. Copyright  1949 by William and .

SYNOPSIS
by KELLEY ROOS
From the Dodd, Mend & Co. novel Copyright  1949 by William and Audrey Kelley Rooe.  1956 by Kelley Roos
Distributed by King Features Syndicate.
Connie Barton's suspicions were
aroused by her husband's clumsy excuses 
for his regular Wednesday
night absences. She trailed Steve to a
private dance studio and then realized 
he was taking dance lessons as
a pleasant surprise for her. Keeping
herself unnoticed, Connie watched
the door of the studio till Steve left,
and went in for a private word with
his teacher. She found the instructor.
Anita Farrell sprawled on the floor
—shot dead. In the corpse's hand
was a paper silhouette of herself.
Confused, Connie's first thought was
to cover up for Steve. She grabbed
the silhouette and the appointment
book at the unattended reception desk
outside and went home to confront
Steve. She had to believe his issertions 
of his innocence.
Police promptly got the names or
all Miss Farrell's pupils and began
cheeking to identify the 7 p. m. Wednesday 
waltzer. When Lieut, Bolline
asked Steve his lesson time. Steve
said 8 o'clock Saturday. From the
stolen appointment book Steve look
the lesson time of a Ralph Tilley
whom Boiling, hasn't contacted—yet.
Using the name Hester Frost, and
with a plan in mind to save Steve.
Connie got Miss Farrell's teaching
job. Connie noticed a ventilator on
the ceiling of Studio K—the murder
room—and set about exploring the
possibility of tile gunshot having
come from there. While up on a catwalk 
over the false ceiling, she heard
from the studio next to hers a man
and a girl arguing whether he should
chance going to "Rhinebeck pause
That is where the late Miss Farrell
Hved.
Downstairs again, Connie spots a
policeman acquaintance and fearfully
ducks into another studio.
The studio was large, used obviously 
for group lessons, and
at the far end of it was a young
man. He seemed genuinely
anxious to help me. His diffidence, 
the clear sparkle of his
rimless eyeglasses reminded me
instantly of a high school history
teacher of mine. Mr. Lindens
scholarly diffidence and the clear
sparkle of his eyeglasses had
made him my first intellectual
hero. As the young man come
across the studio toward me, I
wondered for what demure little
chick's sake he was learning to
dance. Then I realized that it
he were a student, he would hardly 
be so solicitous of my welfare. 

"Are you a teacher?" I asked.
He smiled at the surprise in
my voice. "Yes. I am."
"Well, so am I! I'm just kind
of going around and getting acquainted. 
This is my first day.
"You're Hester Frost. I've
hear" about you taking Anita
Farrell's place. I'm Bou Spellcer." 

"How do you do, Bob?"
We shook hands.
"Welcome to Crescent." he
said.
"Thanks. Have you been working 
here lone?"
This is my twelfth year. I
started here as soon as I got
out of the service." Again fie
was amused at my reaction lie
said, "You're surprised that a
man could leach dancing Laa;
long. Well, maybe I can surprise 
you even more: I 
start working here because I was
an actor our Qt. work of a 
gry writer or a struggling 
I took tile job because I 
I might enjoy it and I do en
joy 
it. Furthermore, I'm inter
ested in the business end of this
deal. There's a lot of money in
dancing.
"I gather. The boss has boys
at Harvard, Yale and Princeton."
"A lot of money," Bob repeated.
"If Mr. Bell doesn't move me up
into an executive job in the next
few years, I might start my own
studio. I've got A few ideas."
"Well, if you start your own
place, don't forget me."
"A number of the beat teachers 
here would consider going
with me. I get along pretty well
with people."
"I'm sure you do, Bob."
"People are my main interest.
I've made a study of them. They
tascinate me."
The gray eyes behind the professorial 
spectacles seemed suddenly 
to be delving into my innermost 
being. I decided that I
wouldn't stick around to be analyzed. 
Some other day, maybe.
But right now I had a more urgent 
matter to attend to. As I
turned away from Bob Spencer
the realization flicked through
my mind that my new acquaintance 
couldn't have been less interested 
in the life and death of
Anita Farrell in fact, his indifference 
to the murder was slightly 
chilling.
Mr. Spencer had, however,
served his purpose. The corridor
was empty; I had been able to
clude my friend, the policeman.
I got down the hall, through the
reception room and into an elevator 
without any further trouble.
From a phone booth in the downStair's 
lobby, I called home. Steve
was there.
"Connie, what the hell..."
"Darling, listen!"
I had some trouble making him
listen: But by talking fast, so
that he couldn't get a word in
edgewise, I told him about my
job and why I had taken it. The
details, I said. I would fill in
later. Then I told him about a
man and a girl and Rhinebeck
Place.
"Steve," I said, "he might be
going down to Anita's apartment.
She lived on Rhinebeck Place. I
saw it in the paper. We've got
to find out who this guy is and
what he wants there."
"Maybe he's been there and
gone by now."
"No, I think he's still upstairs.
The lesson hour isn't quite over
yet."
"All right. I'll come over to
the school and we'll follow him."
"Sieve. We can't I don't know
him, I don't see him. I only
heard ms voice."
"Can't you pick him up outside
the studio he's in now?"
"No I can't go back upstairs.
Hankins ... you Know, Bolling's
pal is hanging around. And you
stay away from here. Steve
Listen, Listen, the only  we can do
is go to Rhinebeck  and
watch for a guy who's interected
in Anita arrell's apartments

Rhinebeck Place is in the Village,
isn't it?"
"Off Christopher Street, between 
Greenwich and Seventh."
"I'll, meet you there. Right
away."
"Connie, I'll go alone ..."
"No, I'11 meet you there."
"Connie ..."
I hung up.
It took me about five minutes
to find a cab and I was on my
way Steve would probably take
the Lexington Avenue Subway to
Union Square, then a taxi. That
would be fastest for him; he
might even beat me there in spite
of my eighteen block head start.
The traffic was brutal. In the
garment district of the West
Thirties we got tied up so badly,
stopped so dead that the driver
picked up a newspaper. He shook
it out, spread it across the steering 
wheel. I leaned forward and
read the headline: COPS PRESS
SEARCH FOR WALTZER.
The driver said, "The sooner
they get that creep, the better."
"yes," I said.
"The streets ain't safe with him
loose."
"No," I said.
"An out and out maniac, that
Waltzer," the driver said. He
should be shot on sight like a
mad dog."
"The light is green now." I
said.
"If this was any place but New
York City there'd be a posse out
for him. He should be strung up
on the first pole, hung."
"The light is green," I said
again.
We got moving. Below Pennsyivama 
Station we broke into
the clear and made some time.
I got out at Christopher and
Seventh, walked the half block
east.
Rhinebeck Place was actually a
short street with a dead end. On
each side of it were narrow, fourstory 
brownstone houses. The
blank wall of what seemed to be
a warehouse formed the dead end.
It had been painted a fresh gray
some ivy was trying desperately
to storm its ramparts.
Steve wasn't in sight.
Number 11 was the next to
last building on the left. In its
vestibule I round the name Farrell 
under one of the eight mailboxes. 
Anita's apartment was one
flight up, the rear half of the
parlor floor of this former one
family house.
I stepped back onto the side
walk. There was still no sign of
Steve. I started toward Christopher 
Street to wait for him
there. A young man popped
around the corner. He was
young man in stich a hurry and
with a manner so determined
immediately wondered it his
could  voice I had heard
planning a trip to Rhinebeck
Place.
Tomorrow: Steve baits a trap
with . Continue Chapter
 of " Oled Dancing" 
in this newspaper.
From the Dodd. Mead & Co. novel. Copyright  1949 by William and .

CHAPTER 10
by KELLEY ROOS
From the Dodd, Mend & Co. novel Copyright  1949 by William and Audrey Kelley Rooe.  1956 by Kelley Roos
Distributed by King Features Syndicate.
Connie Barton's suspicions were
aroused by her husband's clumsy excuses 
for his regular Wednesday
night absences. She trailed Steve to a
private dance studio and then realized 
he was taking dance lessons as
a pleasant surprise for her. Keeping
herself unnoticed, Connie watched
the door of the studio till Steve left,
and went in for a private word with
his teacher. She found the instructor.
Anita Farrell sprawled on the floor
—shot dead. In the corpse's hand
was a paper silhouette of herself.
Confused, Connie's first thought was
to cover up for Steve. She grabbed
the silhouette and the appointment
book at the unattended reception desk
outside and went home to confront
Steve. She had to believe his issertions 
of his innocence.
Police promptly got the names or
all Miss Farrell's pupils and began
cheeking to identify the 7 p. m. Wednesday 
waltzer. When Lieut, Bolline
asked Steve his lesson time. Steve
said 8 o'clock Saturday. From the
stolen appointment book Steve look
the lesson time of a Ralph Tilley
whom Boiling, hasn't contacted—yet.
Using the name Hester Frost, and
with a plan in mind to save Steve.
Connie got Miss Farrell's teaching
job. Connie noticed a ventilator on
the ceiling of Studio K—the murder
room—and set about exploring the
possibility of tile gunshot having
come from there. While up on a catwalk 
over the false ceiling, she heard
from the studio next to hers a man
and a girl arguing whether he should
chance going to "Rhinebeck pause
That is where the late Miss Farrell
Hved.
Downstairs again, Connie spots a
policeman acquaintance and fearfully
ducks into another studio.
The studio was large, used obviously 
for group lessons, and
at the far end of it was a young
man. He seemed genuinely
anxious to help me. His diffidence, 
the clear sparkle of his
rimless eyeglasses reminded me
instantly of a high school history
teacher of mine. Mr. Lindens
scholarly diffidence and the clear
sparkle of his eyeglasses had
made him my first intellectual
hero. As the young man come
across the studio toward me, I
wondered for what demure little
chick's sake he was learning to
dance. Then I realized that it
he were a student, he would hardly 
be so solicitous of my welfare. 

"Are you a teacher?" I asked.
He smiled at the surprise in
my voice. "Yes. I am."
"Well, so am I! I'm just kind
of going around and getting acquainted. 
This is my first day.
"You're Hester Frost. I've
hear" about you taking Anita
Farrell's place. I'm Bou Spellcer." 

"How do you do, Bob?"
We shook hands.
"Welcome to Crescent." he
said.
"Thanks. Have you been working 
here lone?"
This is my twelfth year. I
started here as soon as I got
out of the service." Again fie
was amused at my reaction lie
said, "You're surprised that a
man could leach dancing Laa;
long. Well, maybe I can surprise 
you even more: I 
start working here because I was
an actor our Qt. work of a 
gry writer or a struggling 
I took tile job because I 
I might enjoy it and I do en
joy 
it. Furthermore, I'm inter
ested in the business end of this
deal. There's a lot of money in
dancing.
"I gather. The boss has boys
at Harvard, Yale and Princeton."
"A lot of money," Bob repeated.
"If Mr. Bell doesn't move me up
into an executive job in the next
few years, I might start my own
studio. I've got A few ideas."
"Well, if you start your own
place, don't forget me."
"A number of the beat teachers 
here would consider going
with me. I get along pretty well
with people."
"I'm sure you do, Bob."
"People are my main interest.
I've made a study of them. They
tascinate me."
The gray eyes behind the professorial 
spectacles seemed suddenly 
to be delving into my innermost 
being. I decided that I
wouldn't stick around to be analyzed. 
Some other day, maybe.
But right now I had a more urgent 
matter to attend to. As I
turned away from Bob Spencer
the realization flicked through
my mind that my new acquaintance 
couldn't have been less interested 
in the life and death of
Anita Farrell in fact, his indifference 
to the murder was slightly 
chilling.
Mr. Spencer had, however,
served his purpose. The corridor
was empty; I had been able to
clude my friend, the policeman.
I got down the hall, through the
reception room and into an elevator 
without any further trouble.
From a phone booth in the downStair's 
lobby, I called home. Steve
was there.
"Connie, what the hell..."
"Darling, listen!"
I had some trouble making him
listen: But by talking fast, so
that he couldn't get a word in
edgewise, I told him about my
job and why I had taken it. The
details, I said. I would fill in
later. Then I told him about a
man and a girl and Rhinebeck
Place.
"Steve," I said, "he might be
going down to Anita's apartment.
She lived on Rhinebeck Place. I
saw it in the paper. We've got
to find out who this guy is and
what he wants there."
"Maybe he's been there and
gone by now."
"No, I think he's still upstairs.
The lesson hour isn't quite over
yet."
"All right. I'll come over to
the school and we'll follow him."
"Sieve. We can't I don't know
him, I don't see him. I only
heard ms voice."
"Can't you pick him up outside
the studio he's in now?"
"No I can't go back upstairs.
Hankins ... you Know, Bolling's
pal is hanging around. And you
stay away from here. Steve
Listen, Listen, the only  we can do
is go to Rhinebeck  and
watch for a guy who's interected
in Anita arrell's apartments

Rhinebeck Place is in the Village,
isn't it?"
"Off Christopher Street, between 
Greenwich and Seventh."
"I'll, meet you there. Right
away."
"Connie, I'll go alone ..."
"No, I'11 meet you there."
"Connie ..."
I hung up.
It took me about five minutes
to find a cab and I was on my
way Steve would probably take
the Lexington Avenue Subway to
Union Square, then a taxi. That
would be fastest for him; he
might even beat me there in spite
of my eighteen block head start.
The traffic was brutal. In the
garment district of the West
Thirties we got tied up so badly,
stopped so dead that the driver
picked up a newspaper. He shook
it out, spread it across the steering 
wheel. I leaned forward and
read the headline: COPS PRESS
SEARCH FOR WALTZER.
The driver said, "The sooner
they get that creep, the better."
"yes," I said.
"The streets ain't safe with him
loose."
"No," I said.
"An out and out maniac, that
Waltzer," the driver said. He
should be shot on sight like a
mad dog."
"The light is green now." I
said.
"If this was any place but New
York City there'd be a posse out
for him. He should be strung up
on the first pole, hung."
"The light is green," I said
again.
We got moving. Below Pennsyivama 
Station we broke into
the clear and made some time.
I got out at Christopher and
Seventh, walked the half block
east.
Rhinebeck Place was actually a
short street with a dead end. On
each side of it were narrow, fourstory 
brownstone houses. The
blank wall of what seemed to be
a warehouse formed the dead end.
It had been painted a fresh gray
some ivy was trying desperately
to storm its ramparts.
Steve wasn't in sight.
Number 11 was the next to
last building on the left. In its
vestibule I round the name Farrell 
under one of the eight mailboxes. 
Anita's apartment was one
flight up, the rear half of the
parlor floor of this former one
family house.
I stepped back onto the side
walk. There was still no sign of
Steve. I started toward Christopher 
Street to wait for him
there. A young man popped
around the corner. He was
young man in stich a hurry and
with a manner so determined
immediately wondered it his
could  voice I had heard
planning a trip to Rhinebeck
Place.
Tomorrow: Steve baits a trap
with . Continue Chapter
 of " Oled Dancing" 
in this newspaper.
From the Dodd. Mead & Co. novel. Copyright  1949 by William and .

Man 119, Struck
Down By Automobile
A man who may well be the oldest 
person ever injured by an automobile 
was struck down by a car
last week.
William Davis, an ex-slave who
is reported to be 119 years old, suffered 
a broken leg near his home
when he was struck by a automobile. 

Davis says he was born in slavery
near Winston-Salem N. C., in 1837.
When he retired as janitor of a
local bus station, his age was listed
as 105.
Jamison said he would seek a
meeting later with state Atty. Gen.
Jack Gremillion.
Bus company officials told the
Negro group Thursday that the
firm has no choice, under city ordinances 
and state laws, but to continue 
to enforce segregation.
"We want to preserve peace and
harmony," bus company' Attorney
Frank Middleton said, "but we've
got to do He the law says."
Negroes in Baton Rouge launched
a boycott of city busses a full year
before the successful Montgomery
protest began in December of 1955.
The Baton Rouge boycott led to
revision of the city's segregation
ordinance which prohibited white
riders form occupying the last seat
in a vehicle and required Negro
riders to always leave the two front
seats of a bus open for white riders.
WASHINGTON — (ANP) — Dr.
and Mrs. John Wesley Lawlah of
the District of Columbia and Chicago 
announce the marriage of
their daughter. Evelyn Frances to
and Mrs. Ernest Donald Fears of
Tallahassee, Fla., on Friday. Dec
21, at Baton Rouge La.

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