Memphis World Memphis World Publishing Co. 1954-05-04 Mrs. Rosa Brown Bracy Mississippi Makes Wise Move The state of Mississippi, herself one of the so called Southern "problem" states with many problems admittedly on her hands, has not been asleep to her interest and vigor. That state along with her sisters, is in the target-line of whatever reaction that might come in the much expected decision of the Supreme Court as relates to segregation. On May 7th, the Mississippi Regional Council of Negro Leadership will hold its third annual meeting in Mound Bayou, Miss. The Honorable Thurgood Marshall of New York City will be the principal speaker. This all Negro town is expecting an attendance of ten thousand people and is geared to accommodate them. They have invited the leading Negro lawyers and other leaders from Georgia, Alabama, Louisiana, Texas, Arkansas and Tennessee. At this important meeting they will discuss with Mr. Marshall the new approach to some of the legal problems which we will have to face here in the South in the event that the Supreme Court outlaws segregation. To further boost the meeting a one hundred piece band from A&I State University at Nashville will lead a dozen more college and high school bands in one of the greatest marches for freedom in that state. Dr. T. R. M. Howard a leading physician of Mississippi is head of this effective organization. A substantial fund is to be raised during the coming weeks to be used to combat injustices. This is a wise move and its being properly timed for the critical occasion that might likely follow. It is felt that all states involved should get on their mettle and follow the Mississippi example, in activating their own resources to meet an emergency, which might arrive. Many of the issues are already here. The grave reactions might enter into the fields of economics, industry and fair practice in jobs as a normal sequence. Mississippi will set up a great fund which will be used in the struggle for first class citizenship and the holding of the gains that might come to us. Let all sister states get on the firing line and be in readiness for whatever problems that might arrive. It is plain that these are times for action. Times that will assuredly call up on deck the best brains and courage within our race. The Negro leadership of this state might wisely come together sometime this month and take an appraisal of the past and present and make plans for the anticipated future. REVIEWING THE NEWS BY WILLIAM GORDON Managing Editor, Atlanta Daily World My knowledge of Ed Sullivan, up to a few days ago, was narrowed to the television screen and the space of his syndicated column, in the daily press. So like millions of other Americans, I knew him only as a showman or one produces a good show each week for millions to sit before, relax and enjoy. In brief, I had not met the real Ed Sullivan. Consequently, the following thought emerges: I recall the time when someone asked why did "Toast of the Town" carry such strong appeal among television fans everywhere. Not being a showman or having any inkling of ability found among those who produce shows, I had no real answer to this question. My only reply was that the success of any operation flows from the personality or the genius of the man who heads it. Then another thought emerged. I had recalled reading some passage in history about the late great Andrew Carnegie who got people around him at all times, who knew as much or more than he did. It seems that out of the richness of the other man's experience and personality, Carnegie learned a lot. His reasoning was not restricted to a selfish perspective. His broad point of view automatically attracted people about him. Out of the genius of others, together with his own natural ability, he became the "father" of the American steel industry. But let's get back to Sullivan. I have been watching "Toast of the Town" for a long time now. And I can see through my narrow television screen the spirit and philosophy of Andrew Carnegie emerging. Ed Sullivan is not producing steel, but he is producing personalities and keeping alive the genius of the American entertainer. This talent is not restricted to any particular race. All get a chance on his show. In Sullivan's own words: "It ought to be this way." And this statement is not artificial with Ed Sullivan. There is something seemingly inherent in his personality which makes him this way. First of all, Ed Sullivan likes people. He proved this when he came to Atlanta a week ago, and was invited to a reception at the McLendon Medical Clinic. Although, he had a packed schedule, and was "dead tired," he took time out to speak, shake hands and greet everybody he could, old and young, rich and poor. All people looked the same to him. There were no favorites. And this brings to mind an even more fundamental thought. On his trip about town, Ed Sullivan noticed the homes and businesses owned and operated by Negroes. He seemed amazed at the progress made by this group within the past decade and lost no time saying that this is healthy for America in general. It's the realization that more and more today, all of our people are beginning to share in the theory and practice of true Americanism and to paraphrase his statement, it ought to be this way. And if I were asked today, why Ed Sullivan's "Toast of the Town" is one of the most popular television programs, I would add only one other thing, like another great showman, he is being nice to all people on his way up. In the event he comes down someday, which is doubtful, he'll still have millions waiting to greet him. His personality alone, makes him on unforgettable character. A Most Unforgettable Character BY WILLIAM GORDON Managing Editor, Atlanta Daily World My knowledge of Ed Sullivan, up to a few days ago, was narrowed to the television screen and the space of his syndicated column, in the daily press. So like millions of other Americans, I knew him only as a showman or one produces a good show each week for millions to sit before, relax and enjoy. In brief, I had not met the real Ed Sullivan. Consequently, the following thought emerges: I recall the time when someone asked why did "Toast of the Town" carry such strong appeal among television fans everywhere. Not being a showman or having any inkling of ability found among those who produce shows, I had no real answer to this question. My only reply was that the success of any operation flows from the personality or the genius of the man who heads it. Then another thought emerged. I had recalled reading some passage in history about the late great Andrew Carnegie who got people around him at all times, who knew as much or more than he did. It seems that out of the richness of the other man's experience and personality, Carnegie learned a lot. His reasoning was not restricted to a selfish perspective. His broad point of view automatically attracted people about him. Out of the genius of others, together with his own natural ability, he became the "father" of the American steel industry. But let's get back to Sullivan. I have been watching "Toast of the Town" for a long time now. And I can see through my narrow television screen the spirit and philosophy of Andrew Carnegie emerging. Ed Sullivan is not producing steel, but he is producing personalities and keeping alive the genius of the American entertainer. This talent is not restricted to any particular race. All get a chance on his show. In Sullivan's own words: "It ought to be this way." And this statement is not artificial with Ed Sullivan. There is something seemingly inherent in his personality which makes him this way. First of all, Ed Sullivan likes people. He proved this when he came to Atlanta a week ago, and was invited to a reception at the McLendon Medical Clinic. Although, he had a packed schedule, and was "dead tired," he took time out to speak, shake hands and greet everybody he could, old and young, rich and poor. All people looked the same to him. There were no favorites. And this brings to mind an even more fundamental thought. On his trip about town, Ed Sullivan noticed the homes and businesses owned and operated by Negroes. He seemed amazed at the progress made by this group within the past decade and lost no time saying that this is healthy for America in general. It's the realization that more and more today, all of our people are beginning to share in the theory and practice of true Americanism and to paraphrase his statement, it ought to be this way. And if I were asked today, why Ed Sullivan's "Toast of the Town" is one of the most popular television programs, I would add only one other thing, like another great showman, he is being nice to all people on his way up. In the event he comes down someday, which is doubtful, he'll still have millions waiting to greet him. His personality alone, makes him on unforgettable character. Young People's Day At St. John May 9 will be an important day to the membership of St. John Baptist Church for two reasons. First, it will be Young People's Day; second, it will mark the First Anniver sary Of The Congregation's Worship In The Edifice On Vance And Orleans. Hence, Sunday, will be a day of restrospection on the efforts that brought St. John from its former site on Lauderdale at Jefferson to the present building. The historical occasion: will be mingled with efforts of the congregation, led by the Youth to improve St. John even more. Mrs. Arnetta Wallace, nationally known for her outstanding work in the church, community and also Grand Basileus of Alpha Kappa Alpha Sorority will be guest speaker for the 3:00 p. m. program special music will be rendered by the Shelby County Training School Choral Group under the able leadership of Mrs. Imogene Hill. Rev. A. McEwen Williams, the pastor will deliver the morning sermon and the evening program at-7:30 will be a musical presentation featuring the Junior Glee Club, of Melrose High School under the direction of Mrs. Lauretta Wright Jones and other local artists. Miss Carrie Smith, General Chairman; Mrs. Mae Ola Mebane, Program Chairman; Rev. A. McEwen Williams, Pastor; Miss Betty Williams, Publicity Chr. CHURCH TO MARK HISTORICAL EVENT May 9 will be an important day to the membership of St. John Baptist Church for two reasons. First, it will be Young People's Day; second, it will mark the First Anniver sary Of The Congregation's Worship In The Edifice On Vance And Orleans. Hence, Sunday, will be a day of restrospection on the efforts that brought St. John from its former site on Lauderdale at Jefferson to the present building. The historical occasion: will be mingled with efforts of the congregation, led by the Youth to improve St. John even more. Mrs. Arnetta Wallace, nationally known for her outstanding work in the church, community and also Grand Basileus of Alpha Kappa Alpha Sorority will be guest speaker for the 3:00 p. m. program special music will be rendered by the Shelby County Training School Choral Group under the able leadership of Mrs. Imogene Hill. Rev. A. McEwen Williams, the pastor will deliver the morning sermon and the evening program at-7:30 will be a musical presentation featuring the Junior Glee Club, of Melrose High School under the direction of Mrs. Lauretta Wright Jones and other local artists. Miss Carrie Smith, General Chairman; Mrs. Mae Ola Mebane, Program Chairman; Rev. A. McEwen Williams, Pastor; Miss Betty Williams, Publicity Chr. CAPT. WILLIAMS PROMOTED TO MAJOR BY MABEL B. CROOKS NASHVILLE — Captain Sidridge F. Williams, assistant professor of Air Science and Tactics, AFROTC at Tennessee State University, was promoted to Major on April 8, it has just been announced. A native of Kansas City, Kan., Major Williams entered the service in October 1941 at Ft. Leavenworth. From his assignment to the Engineer Replacement Training Center at Ft. Leonard Wood, Mo., Sgt. Williams was commissioned second lieutenant at Air Force Officers Candidate School, Miami Beach, Fla., October 1942, and was assigned to the Tuskegee Army Air Field as Director of Physical Training. Following his release from active duty in 1946, he was basketball coach sit A and T College, Greensboro, N. C. In October 1948, he was recalled to active duty and assigned to Lockbourne AFB, Columbus, Ohio. In December 1949 Major Williams was sent overseas and assigned to 20th Air Force and was personnel services officer for Kadena AFB, Okinawa. Upon his return to the States in July 1951, he was assigned to the AFROTC program at Tennessee State. He received his early training in the schools of Kansas and Texas; his B. S. degree from Xavier Univ., New Orleans, La.; has done graduate work at the University of Michigan, and holds a certificate from the New England Basketball clinic held at Boston Garden, Boston, Mass. Major Williams is married to the former Miss Marell Snipes of Miami, Fla. They have a daughter, Kathryn, 5, and reside at 1030 College Ave. Fireside Chat What is your motto—Is it to work for God or is it to work for the evil and corrupt world. Do you realize that if you are a child of God he will use you to do the good things on earth. God knows more about people who are in need than you and I or anyone else. Let us stay close to God, in order that we may be able to obey his will. There are times that you can see me and other people and help them through God's will by living close to him and obeying his command. This would be a much better would if God's servants would live within his reach, he would guide us through this sinful world. My motto is— Everyday that I Five—I live to help someone else. Quest by ELSIE MACK Copyright, 1953 by Elsie Mack Distributed by King Features Syndicate DALE stood watching Phil walk back to the big house, the sun glinting on his yellow hair. Confused and miserable, her thoughts tumbled over themselves. She poked at the dead ashes of yesterday's bonfire, and turned to go into the house. Phil's car swooped around the sharp curve. The wake of his dust seemed sitting over her. Why couldn't she believe in Phil, trust him? A movement of air stirred the monk's cloth folds as she ducked under them and went into the house. She turned on the radiophotograph again, and the Chopin prelude moved into the room. August sd away warm sunny Somnolent, and September brought o noticeable change in tempo Foliage browned and crisped chill nipped the all at sundown cicadas cted a month to frost. The summer people boarded p the windows and doors of their takeshole collages and drove back to cities and towns in another autumn exodus. Watching them go ee Swanscombe awn and settle k into its placi ahair rhythm for the winter. Dale sensed a deep ing of tranquility within herself. It was as if a ide had receded leaving her on a smooth, cool beach Grandmother, after a series of Dale's gentle but rm rebuffs stopped urging her to pick up the broken threads of village activates. Grandy watched her surreptitiously from behind the great cumulus smoke clouds he manufactured in his briar pipe but he also had stopped volunteering advice. Dale was as far removed from the daily doings of the villagers— Joe Gillespie's arthritis the Reverend Spencer's quiet and uncontroversed sc is. Joshua Wragge's usual complaints of business falling off as she was from the rest of the world, where a Japanese peace treaty was signed by forty-eight nations and an ailing king was undergoing a lung operation. When she drove to the village for essential supplies, she spoke pleasantly to Joshua Wragge and to anyone else the happened to encounter in the general store. But her answer to any overtures at drawing her back into community events was a smile and a headshake. "People are beginning to wonder what's come over you." Grandy accused her mildly one afternoon stopping by on the obviously trumped-up errand of delivering a jar of grandmother's chutney. "Why can't they just let me alone?" Dale countered. "I'm all right. I am contented." "Contented" The old man's voice boomed over the music of Sibelius "That's a word for old age, not for you! Besides, it doesn't fit, my girl and won't fit until you've made peace with yourself instead of drugging yourself into a death-in-life dream with that— that . Turn it off! It gives me the neee Jeebles I can't hear myself think." Dale lowered the volume. "What you need," Grandy continued, "is a rousing on the pipes. You're losing, the taste and feel and smell of life Content, pah So's a snail in his shell Do you call that intelligent living." Dale made an almost imperceptible movement with her shoulders and reached for a cigaret. "And you're smoking too many of those darn things!" the aid man blasted. "Turning yourself into a chimney's no solution for anything All you'll get is fogged-up lungs and nicotine-stained fingers. He stamped out, entirely un aware of discrepancy in his own rich nimbus of pipe tobacco. On another occasion. Grandy snatched Kelly's book off the mantel and shook it at Dale "Look at that sunshine! Kelly wrote his book about two people who lived in the sun. How do you think he'd feel about you creeping off into he shadows? Do you want to be another Armorel?" "Oh, come, Grandy Aren't you exaggerating a little" "How do you suppose Armorel came to be as she is" it didn't happen overnight to you." "It won't happen to you" He took a chocolate from an open box on the table and hit into it. "Eating a lot of these things lately, an't you? You never used to care much for em." Without waiting for her comment, he went on. "A person can only retreat so far from life. Dale. There comes a final barrier. Once that's reached and passed, there's no returning." "Don't you want me to be safe. Grandy? Don't you want me happy?" "You're doggone right I do! And get this, Dale. Safety and happiness aren't necessarily the same thing. I won't sit back and watch you destroy yourself "He stopped abruptly. "That's the fifth cream center you've eaten just while I've been sitting here," he observed. "Since when did you start counting my calories?" He looked thoughtful. "Cigarets and chocolates. Temporary crutches for a sick mind! Can't you see they're new appetites created from stress? You'll be taking sleeping pills next." Her voice was edged with defiance. "I didn't know you'd turned psychiatrist!" "A man with good horse sense, he said irritably, "don't have to be an expert in the study of emotional disorders to know what's going on in the minds of most human beings, and why" CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE by ELSIE MACK Copyright, 1953 by Elsie Mack Distributed by King Features Syndicate DALE stood watching Phil walk back to the big house, the sun glinting on his yellow hair. Confused and miserable, her thoughts tumbled over themselves. She poked at the dead ashes of yesterday's bonfire, and turned to go into the house. Phil's car swooped around the sharp curve. The wake of his dust seemed sitting over her. Why couldn't she believe in Phil, trust him? A movement of air stirred the monk's cloth folds as she ducked under them and went into the house. She turned on the radiophotograph again, and the Chopin prelude moved into the room. August sd away warm sunny Somnolent, and September brought o noticeable change in tempo Foliage browned and crisped chill nipped the all at sundown cicadas cted a month to frost. The summer people boarded p the windows and doors of their takeshole collages and drove back to cities and towns in another autumn exodus. Watching them go ee Swanscombe awn and settle k into its placi ahair rhythm for the winter. Dale sensed a deep ing of tranquility within herself. It was as if a ide had receded leaving her on a smooth, cool beach Grandmother, after a series of Dale's gentle but rm rebuffs stopped urging her to pick up the broken threads of village activates. Grandy watched her surreptitiously from behind the great cumulus smoke clouds he manufactured in his briar pipe but he also had stopped volunteering advice. Dale was as far removed from the daily doings of the villagers— Joe Gillespie's arthritis the Reverend Spencer's quiet and uncontroversed sc is. Joshua Wragge's usual complaints of business falling off as she was from the rest of the world, where a Japanese peace treaty was signed by forty-eight nations and an ailing king was undergoing a lung operation. When she drove to the village for essential supplies, she spoke pleasantly to Joshua Wragge and to anyone else the happened to encounter in the general store. But her answer to any overtures at drawing her back into community events was a smile and a headshake. "People are beginning to wonder what's come over you." Grandy accused her mildly one afternoon stopping by on the obviously trumped-up errand of delivering a jar of grandmother's chutney. "Why can't they just let me alone?" Dale countered. "I'm all right. I am contented." "Contented" The old man's voice boomed over the music of Sibelius "That's a word for old age, not for you! Besides, it doesn't fit, my girl and won't fit until you've made peace with yourself instead of drugging yourself into a death-in-life dream with that— that . Turn it off! It gives me the neee Jeebles I can't hear myself think." Dale lowered the volume. "What you need," Grandy continued, "is a rousing on the pipes. You're losing, the taste and feel and smell of life Content, pah So's a snail in his shell Do you call that intelligent living." Dale made an almost imperceptible movement with her shoulders and reached for a cigaret. "And you're smoking too many of those darn things!" the aid man blasted. "Turning yourself into a chimney's no solution for anything All you'll get is fogged-up lungs and nicotine-stained fingers. He stamped out, entirely un aware of discrepancy in his own rich nimbus of pipe tobacco. On another occasion. Grandy snatched Kelly's book off the mantel and shook it at Dale "Look at that sunshine! Kelly wrote his book about two people who lived in the sun. How do you think he'd feel about you creeping off into he shadows? Do you want to be another Armorel?" "Oh, come, Grandy Aren't you exaggerating a little" "How do you suppose Armorel came to be as she is" it didn't happen overnight to you." "It won't happen to you" He took a chocolate from an open box on the table and hit into it. "Eating a lot of these things lately, an't you? You never used to care much for em." Without waiting for her comment, he went on. "A person can only retreat so far from life. Dale. There comes a final barrier. Once that's reached and passed, there's no returning." "Don't you want me to be safe. Grandy? Don't you want me happy?" "You're doggone right I do! And get this, Dale. Safety and happiness aren't necessarily the same thing. I won't sit back and watch you destroy yourself "He stopped abruptly. "That's the fifth cream center you've eaten just while I've been sitting here," he observed. "Since when did you start counting my calories?" He looked thoughtful. "Cigarets and chocolates. Temporary crutches for a sick mind! Can't you see they're new appetites created from stress? You'll be taking sleeping pills next." Her voice was edged with defiance. "I didn't know you'd turned psychiatrist!" "A man with good horse sense, he said irritably, "don't have to be an expert in the study of emotional disorders to know what's going on in the minds of most human beings, and why" Sears Roebuck And Go To Open 2nd Retail Store Sears, Roebuck and Co.'s second retail store for Greater Memphis will open Thursday, May 6th, following opening ceremonies begin ning at 9 a. m. The new community type store located at 906 South Third Street, just off Crump boulevard., H. W. Hirshei mer, Memphis manager of Sears stores, said the new store is designed to complement the mammoth Crosstown Sears. The now South Thirds Street Store will carry all Sears 'hard lines" and appliances. Included will be hardware, electric supplies, housewares, paint, ranges refrigerators, freezers, air conditioner's, home laundry equipment, sewing machines, vacuum cleaners, auto accessories, plumbing and other lines. There will be a complete catalouge order desk, credit department, and other usual Sears facilities including a spacious parking ot. Manager of the completely airconditioned Third Street Store is Neville Stevenson, formerly manager of Sears Service Station, and native Memphian. Mr. Stevenson said that Mayor Frank Tobey will cut the opening ribbon, and that many favors and prizes will be given to all in attendance, Thursday morning, May 6th at 9 o'clock. TIM TYLER By Lyman Young NOBODY HERE — THEY'RE ALL CONCENTRATING ON KLAUS— A ROARING BLAZE SHOULD BRING 'EM ON THE RUN— Copy, 1954, King Features Syndicate, Inc., World rights reserved. THESE BRANCHES AND DEAD LEAVES WILL MAKE FINE TORCHES— LYMAN AND BOB YOUNG FELIX THE CAT By Sullivan THIS IS THE LIFE! SIMLY PRESS THIS BUTTON AND MAKE THE ROBOT WATER THE LAWN! Copy, 1954, King Features Syndicate, Inc., World rights reserved. I MUST GET TO THAT CONTROL TO STOP HIM! MY WEEKLY SERMON REV. BLAIR T. HUNT, PASTOR MISSISSIPPI BLVD. CHRISTIAN CHURCH, MEMPHIS Yes, the text is beautiful poetry and a truly real fact, at some time or another, long for wings, Davis wanted to get away from the trouble terrible people he was with most of us, may be all of us, o from the depths of our hearts the same wish. We want to get away from trouble; fly away from the people that trouble us. God did not give David the Wings he cried for. And God will not give them to us either We wonder Why? Because God gives us just the difficulties that are good for us. God is making us. Sometimes it seems God is breaking us. But all the time He is making us. Sometimes God has to break us before He can make us. Sometimes we cry, "How Good I could Be, if it wasn't for So and So; He riles, vexes me, makes me mad and mean. I just can't keep my temper when He is around, But remember—God has put you and that persons together on purpose. God is making you. When we have conquered the difFaculties, when we have carried our crosses, we shall not want for wings. When a person has learned to control his temper— when he has really learned to love—he will not want to fly away, from the troublesome and the vexers — and the troubles, he will want to tussle with them, tackle, them and conquer them. Jesus stayed on the job and was able to say, "I have conquered the world." Wishing for wings is cowardly. Conquering your troubles, loving your enemies is far grander than tamely and cowardly flying away from them. Remember that God is making you. Remember, God will give you grace to bear, and to endure. You can endure all things thru Christ who gives you strength. With Christ you are ready for anything. Stay on the ground, keep your feet on the ground, keep your head clear, your heart pure, and some day when you have won through Jesus Christ, God will give you your wings — and you shall fly away and be at rest forever—in a land of many mansions when "The wicked shall cease from troubling and the weary be at rest." Build you a nest on the greatness of God's Bosom and when the time is ripe and God has fully made you, God will fit you with wings and "You will cleave the air." Wait, on God—"they that wait upon the Lord shall renew their strength: They shall mount up with wings as eagles! WISHING FOR WINGS REV. BLAIR T. HUNT, PASTOR MISSISSIPPI BLVD. CHRISTIAN CHURCH, MEMPHIS Yes, the text is beautiful poetry and a truly real fact, at some time or another, long for wings, Davis wanted to get away from the trouble terrible people he was with most of us, may be all of us, o from the depths of our hearts the same wish. We want to get away from trouble; fly away from the people that trouble us. God did not give David the Wings he cried for. And God will not give them to us either We wonder Why? Because God gives us just the difficulties that are good for us. God is making us. Sometimes it seems God is breaking us. But all the time He is making us. Sometimes God has to break us before He can make us. Sometimes we cry, "How Good I could Be, if it wasn't for So and So; He riles, vexes me, makes me mad and mean. I just can't keep my temper when He is around, But remember—God has put you and that persons together on purpose. God is making you. When we have conquered the difFaculties, when we have carried our crosses, we shall not want for wings. When a person has learned to control his temper— when he has really learned to love—he will not want to fly away, from the troublesome and the vexers — and the troubles, he will want to tussle with them, tackle, them and conquer them. Jesus stayed on the job and was able to say, "I have conquered the world." Wishing for wings is cowardly. Conquering your troubles, loving your enemies is far grander than tamely and cowardly flying away from them. Remember that God is making you. Remember, God will give you grace to bear, and to endure. You can endure all things thru Christ who gives you strength. With Christ you are ready for anything. Stay on the ground, keep your feet on the ground, keep your head clear, your heart pure, and some day when you have won through Jesus Christ, God will give you your wings — and you shall fly away and be at rest forever—in a land of many mansions when "The wicked shall cease from troubling and the weary be at rest." Build you a nest on the greatness of God's Bosom and when the time is ripe and God has fully made you, God will fit you with wings and "You will cleave the air." Wait, on God—"they that wait upon the Lord shall renew their strength: They shall mount up with wings as eagles! Rating The Records Record counters and shelves are groaning under the weight of the many album treats issued recently by the various disceries Some are so-so, others are exceptional, and then there are the great ones. What in our opinion are the great ones-they number 11 in all, make up this week's review. Last week, our soughts were set upon a few "Classies in Jazz" albums on extended 45 rpm disc. This week, they are on the long-playing platters. Accompanied by Wendell Marshall on bass, and Butch Ballard, drums, Duke gives one of his rare solo performances at the piano. The items selected consist of four Ellington greats from his library of easily more than 500 compositions, and four now or ad-libbed tunes, especially created forth is album. The oldies are In A Sentimental Mood, Things Ain't What They Used To Be, Prelude To A Kiss, Passion Flower; their new matings, Reflections In D. Who Knows, B. Stomp Blues and Janet (Capitol). There seemingly, is no end to the recorded works of Benny "King of Swing" Goodman, for despite the number of albums currently available, there is still another Goodmanism of the 1947 vintage, to be added to your collection. Made in Hollywood, these represent the Goodman touch in quintet, sextet, septet and trio form. There are three styles of trumpet to be heard on as many albums, with each artist being a definite standout in his own medium. With Miles Davis, it's modernism, embracing new musical ideas, voicing techniques and conceptions of jazz. Numbered among the musicians gather with him on these eight sides, recorded during 1949-50, are Kai Winfing Lee Konitz, Max Roach, John Lewis, Gerry Mullican and J. Johnson. Selections are Deception, a Davis' brainchild; Rocker, Venus Di Milo Moon Dreams, Godchild, Israel and Rouge (Capitol). Billy Butterfield, known for his big open style of trumpetering, is at his best with an octet consisting of Butterball, Afternoon In August, Wild Oats, Flip Flop; Billy The Kid, Butterscotch (all Billy's compositions), Lover Man and What's new (Capitol). ALBUMS GALORE Record counters and shelves are groaning under the weight of the many album treats issued recently by the various disceries Some are so-so, others are exceptional, and then there are the great ones. What in our opinion are the great ones-they number 11 in all, make up this week's review. Last week, our soughts were set upon a few "Classies in Jazz" albums on extended 45 rpm disc. This week, they are on the long-playing platters. Accompanied by Wendell Marshall on bass, and Butch Ballard, drums, Duke gives one of his rare solo performances at the piano. The items selected consist of four Ellington greats from his library of easily more than 500 compositions, and four now or ad-libbed tunes, especially created forth is album. The oldies are In A Sentimental Mood, Things Ain't What They Used To Be, Prelude To A Kiss, Passion Flower; their new matings, Reflections In D. Who Knows, B. Stomp Blues and Janet (Capitol). There seemingly, is no end to the recorded works of Benny "King of Swing" Goodman, for despite the number of albums currently available, there is still another Goodmanism of the 1947 vintage, to be added to your collection. Made in Hollywood, these represent the Goodman touch in quintet, sextet, septet and trio form. There are three styles of trumpet to be heard on as many albums, with each artist being a definite standout in his own medium. With Miles Davis, it's modernism, embracing new musical ideas, voicing techniques and conceptions of jazz. Numbered among the musicians gather with him on these eight sides, recorded during 1949-50, are Kai Winfing Lee Konitz, Max Roach, John Lewis, Gerry Mullican and J. Johnson. Selections are Deception, a Davis' brainchild; Rocker, Venus Di Milo Moon Dreams, Godchild, Israel and Rouge (Capitol). Billy Butterfield, known for his big open style of trumpetering, is at his best with an octet consisting of Butterball, Afternoon In August, Wild Oats, Flip Flop; Billy The Kid, Butterscotch (all Billy's compositions), Lover Man and What's new (Capitol). RETIRES AFTER 34 YEARS ON NEW YORK POLICE FORCE Acting Captain Emanuel Kline, one of the finest of "New York's Finest" called newspaper reporters into his office in the 32nd Precinct last week and announced that he is retiring after 34 years of service. Captain Kline said he is going into the tosurance business and that he will move in an office at 271 West 125th. Street immediately.