Memphis World Memphis World Publishing Co. 1958-06-14 Thaddeus T. Stokes MEMPHIS WORLD AMERICA'S STANDRD RACE JOURNAL The South's Oldest and Leading Colored Semi-Weekly Newspaper Published by MEMPHS WORLD PUBLISHING CO. Every WEDNESDAY and SATURDAY at 546 BEALE — Ph. JA. 6-4030 Member of SCOTT NEWSPAPER SYNDICATE W. A. Scott, II. Founder; C. A. Scott, General Manager Entered in the Post Office at Memphis, Tenn. as second-class mail under the Act of Congress, March 1, 1870 THADDEUS T. STOKES Managing Editor SMITH FLEMING Circulation Manager SUBSCRIPTION RATES: Year $5.00 — 6 Months $3.00 — 3 Months $1.50 (In Advance) The MEMPHIS WORLD is an independent newspaper — non-sectarian god non-partisan, printing news unbiasedly and supporting those things it believes to be of interest to its readers and opposing those things against the interest of its readers. Let Us Hope This Action Will Clarify The Clennon King Case Following the seizure and holding of Professor Clennon King of Gulfport, Miss., and remanding him to the state mental hospital, where he has been ever since his unsuccessful attempt to enter the University of Mississippi to work on his doctorate in history, in the name of his wife, his brother of Albany, Ga., and Jesse Brown of Vicksburg, Miss., a writ of Habeas Corpus was filed. This was done in an effort to free Professor King that he may confer with his lawyers. The contention Mrs. King is that the writ was the proper legal method to free her husband, because his right to confer with his attorneys was not complied with from the time he was taken into custody until the time he was examined. This seems sound to us. In spite of the fact two doctors testified at a hearing that King was "mentally, incompetent", he was in the due process of the exercise of his constitutional right in an orderly measure in registering for a degree which no other school in the state offered in his field. King had a legal right to apply, regardless of what one may think about the wisdom of it. The petition also charged state officials violated Mississippi, law in holding a lunacy hearing in Hines chancery court instead of at Oxford where he was siezed, or in Gulfport, his home. The answers sought are interesting and from some such angle, may be resolved whatever should be cleared up in the whole affair. Professor King's former, preachments over against attempting to try something not within the scope of, some of his utterances, would produce a reverse whose analysis might be worth studying and filing as we go on along this tedious journey. After all there may be found in the unfortunate affair some grist for that mill which grinds slowly, but so exceedingly well. The FBI Again Enters Terrell County Killings The killing of Willie Countryman by a police officer on May 25th, followed too closely the similar death of James Brazier at the hands of the same officer a few days previously in the Southwest Georgia town of Dawson, not to arouse suspicion that something is "rotten in Denmark." It would say that the repetition of a deed still under investigation, by the same one and under similar circumstances would suggest that all is not well down Dawson way. This is to express it mildly. It is well that the FBI entered into the case; the repeated occurence of such a heart rendering orgy would invite the strictest Scrutiny of the law; it would say, in so many words that rightly an investigation is in order. And more important, action if there is even a remote basis, otherwise, this type action might spread. There is also some allegations that the right to register in Dawson has been interfered with. Let the facts in these cases be found out and if there are any evidences of the violation of civil rights of Terrell County citizens as has been alleged, let this also be brought to book. Under the law an officer has the right to use only necessary force to effect art arrest. Personal Rights and Group Balance A majority of the Supreme Court has ruled that the TaftHartley Act, which makes labor-management relations largely subject to federal regulation, does not prohibit an employee from suing a union in a state court for damages suffered from an unfair labor practice. A minority dissented. But its dissent appears rather to point out an area thus far not covered by legislation than an area of conflict between statehood, federal law. One of the two cases involved, that of Paul S. Russell, furnishes the simpler example, Mr. Russell did not go out on strike with the union at an Alabama plant and sought to drive to his job through a picket line. Words of the pickets caused him to feel intimidated, and he stayed away, losing five weeks pay. Such intimidation, when proved, constitutes on "unfair labor practice" under the T-H Act. And the National Labor Relations Board is empowered to require the union to reimburse him. But Mr. Russell sued in the state courts, and was awarded lost pay, plus $9,500 punitive damages. Taking such recourse, says the Supreme Court majority, was his right. And we are inclined to agree. However, the court's minority argues that a basic purpose of the Taft-Hartley Act is to maintain a fair balance between management and labor in the interests of industrial peace. It would rarely be difficult to find some workers willing to sue for sizable damages on charges they left intimidated by pickets. Thus a hostile employer could easily bankrupt a union. Such a weapon, used widely, could upset this balance. Obviously, if all pickets would stay within their legal rights and seek only publicize and to persuade this weapon should fall by its own weight. If a union is proved to have ordered threats or violence, it should pay the penalty. The problem, then comes down to fixing the extent of a union's responsibility for the conduct of individuals who simply, in Chief Justice Warren's words, "have succumbed to the emotion that frequently accompanies concerted activities during labor unrest....." 3 DOG RACING OPENS FRIDAY NIGHT JUNE 27 ADDED New SEATING-Main Floor NEW CONCESSIONS AREA COURTEOUS EMPLOYEES Additional Rest Room Facilities West Memphis GREYHOUND PARK on Highway 61 Post Time 7:45 RAIN or CLEAR MANY NEW PATIO CONVENIENCES ADMISSION... 25c FREE PARKING FOR 4000 CARS CUSHIONED SEATS SORRY, NO MINORS. OPENS FRIDAY NIGHT JUNE 27 MEALTIME MELODIES! "Refreshing as a cool lake breeze" will be your comment after tasting this Minted Cream of Pea Soup. For this unusual luncheon dish, fresh or frozen green peas are blended with milk arid cream to make a velvet textured soup should be served well chilled in a bowl of crushed ice. Even its appearance – pale green with a garnish of darker green mint leaves – will help you feel cool a warm summer day. A generous bowl of chilled cream soup is a perfect choice for a summertime luncheon dish. Smaller servings are popular for the first, course of a dinner. Make the soup well ahead of time and keep it chiliad in the refrigerator until needed. Sprinkle with chopped fresh mint just before servings and serve with crisp melba toast or toasted wheat wafers. 2 cups fresh or frozen peas 2 tablespoons minced onion 1-4 cup butter 3 tablespoons flour 1 teaspoons salt Few grains pepper 3 cups milk 1-3 cup cream 1-4 cup chopped fresh mint Cock fresh peas in 1 cup boiling water until tender. Press through sieve. Saute onion in butter until delicate brown: blend in flour, salt and pepper Slowly add milk; cook, stirring constantly until thickened. Add pea pulp end bring to boil. Cool. Add cream and chill in refrigerator before servings; sprinkle with chopped mint (If soup becomes too thick upon standing, thin with additional cold milk) makes 4 servings. MINTED SOUP MAKES REFRESHING LUNCH "Refreshing as a cool lake breeze" will be your comment after tasting this Minted Cream of Pea Soup. For this unusual luncheon dish, fresh or frozen green peas are blended with milk arid cream to make a velvet textured soup should be served well chilled in a bowl of crushed ice. Even its appearance – pale green with a garnish of darker green mint leaves – will help you feel cool a warm summer day. A generous bowl of chilled cream soup is a perfect choice for a summertime luncheon dish. Smaller servings are popular for the first, course of a dinner. Make the soup well ahead of time and keep it chiliad in the refrigerator until needed. Sprinkle with chopped fresh mint just before servings and serve with crisp melba toast or toasted wheat wafers. 2 cups fresh or frozen peas 2 tablespoons minced onion 1-4 cup butter 3 tablespoons flour 1 teaspoons salt Few grains pepper 3 cups milk 1-3 cup cream 1-4 cup chopped fresh mint Cock fresh peas in 1 cup boiling water until tender. Press through sieve. Saute onion in butter until delicate brown: blend in flour, salt and pepper Slowly add milk; cook, stirring constantly until thickened. Add pea pulp end bring to boil. Cool. Add cream and chill in refrigerator before servings; sprinkle with chopped mint (If soup becomes too thick upon standing, thin with additional cold milk) makes 4 servings. MINTED CREAM OP PEASOUP: "Refreshing as a cool lake breeze" will be your comment after tasting this Minted Cream of Pea Soup. For this unusual luncheon dish, fresh or frozen green peas are blended with milk arid cream to make a velvet textured soup should be served well chilled in a bowl of crushed ice. Even its appearance – pale green with a garnish of darker green mint leaves – will help you feel cool a warm summer day. A generous bowl of chilled cream soup is a perfect choice for a summertime luncheon dish. Smaller servings are popular for the first, course of a dinner. Make the soup well ahead of time and keep it chiliad in the refrigerator until needed. Sprinkle with chopped fresh mint just before servings and serve with crisp melba toast or toasted wheat wafers. 2 cups fresh or frozen peas 2 tablespoons minced onion 1-4 cup butter 3 tablespoons flour 1 teaspoons salt Few grains pepper 3 cups milk 1-3 cup cream 1-4 cup chopped fresh mint Cock fresh peas in 1 cup boiling water until tender. Press through sieve. Saute onion in butter until delicate brown: blend in flour, salt and pepper Slowly add milk; cook, stirring constantly until thickened. Add pea pulp end bring to boil. Cool. Add cream and chill in refrigerator before servings; sprinkle with chopped mint (If soup becomes too thick upon standing, thin with additional cold milk) makes 4 servings. Md. Desegregation May 17, 1954, decision outlawing racial segregation in public education of leaving to the lower courts the matter of implementing that decision. The suit was originally brought by four colored children seeking admission to previously all-white school in Harford County. On Nov. 29, 1955, 21 colored children brought suit to enjoin racial segregation in the county schools. Counsel for the NAACP and the Board of Education on agreed to the dismissal of the suit on March 9, 1856, after the Harford County Citizens Consultant Committee had resented a resolution to the Board of Education, which the latter group adopted, providing for the transfer of pupils approval of their applications by the school board. Bus and Professional H. H. Anderson of Fuller Products Co., Mrs. Ruby Powell Towner, Mrs. W. W. Walker of the Tri-State Bank, Mrs. Gustarva Kemp of Madam. McCleave's Music School, N. J. Ford. Ford Funeral Borne, the local NAACP chapter, Mrs. M. Edward B. Davis, vice-president of Wilson, and Rev. Williamson. The Olivet Choir will sing. Chairman of the program is Mrs. M. Wilson. Mother Lillie Jones is co-chairman. Usherettes serving will be Mrs. Cora A. Blackmon, Mrs. Edna Tompkins, Mrs. Katie Rogers, Mrs. Gertrude Carter, Mrs. Nellie Wigley, and Mrs. H. Doyles. WISHING WELL Registered U. S. Patent Office. H is a pleasant little game that will give you a message every day. It is a numerical puzzle designed to spell out your fortune. Count the letters in your first name. If the number of letters is 6 or more, subtract 4. If the number is less than 6, add 3. The result is your key number. Start at the upper left-hand corner of the rectangle and check every one of your key numbers, left to right. Then read the message the letters under the checked figures give you. WLOK In Second and the Jayerettes, an organization composed of young women, will pick up contributions at the homes or persons phoning in for requests. Minimum contribution is $1. The Handy fund how stands at $5,614. FBI Probes Georgia as the result of blows when be approached a policeman to question him in the arrest of his father, reportedly on a change of intoxication. The Brazier investigation report has been turned over to the civil rights division of the Justice Department. The FBI is still investigating the death of Willie Countryman, who was shot to death reportedly by the same policeman who allegedly fatally beat Brazier. The officer involved, identified as W. B. Cherry, claimed self defense. It was also learned that the Justice Department is looking into allegations that Negroes have been denied the right to register in Terrell County. There have been many charges that Negroes have been prevented from registering and voting in several Southwest Georgia counties in the Terrell perimeter. COUNTRYMAN DEATH as the result of blows when be approached a policeman to question him in the arrest of his father, reportedly on a change of intoxication. The Brazier investigation report has been turned over to the civil rights division of the Justice Department. The FBI is still investigating the death of Willie Countryman, who was shot to death reportedly by the same policeman who allegedly fatally beat Brazier. The officer involved, identified as W. B. Cherry, claimed self defense. It was also learned that the Justice Department is looking into allegations that Negroes have been denied the right to register in Terrell County. There have been many charges that Negroes have been prevented from registering and voting in several Southwest Georgia counties in the Terrell perimeter. La. Church Moves that integration is and should be by local option. Meanwhile at Vivian, in north Caddo parish, a resolution favoring proposed legislation to permit closing of public schools which, mbight be forced to integrate colored and which students was adopted by the young adults class of the Vivian Methodist church. The resolution disavows the recent action taken by the Louisiana Methodist Conference, which in effect opposed legislation offered by Sen. W. M. Rainach. Fisk University president of the Hammer Company, Atlanta, Ga., Philip M. Hauser, chairman of University of Chicago Department of Sociology, Clyde Kluckjohn, Harvard University Department of Anthropology. John LaFarge, editor of "America"; Marie Jahoda, Associate Director, Graduate School of Arts and Sciences, New York University elen V. McLean, Group for the Advancement of Psychiatry; Will Maslow, director of Commission on Law and Social Action, American Jewish Congress. Thurgood Marshall, Chief Legal Counsel for the National (Association for the Advancement of Colored People; George S. Mitchell, former director of the Southern Regional Council: Hon. James P. Mitchell, Secretary of Labor for the United States; P. L. Prattis, Executive Editor of the Pittsburg Courier newspaper; Ira De. A. Reid, Department of Sociology, Harverford College; Mark Starr, International Ladies Garment Workers Union; Lillian Smith, author and lecturer; Julius A. Thomas, Department of Industrial Relations. Rational Urban League; Robert C. Weaver, State Administrator of New York State. Philip M. Widenhouse, retiring LeMoyne College trustee who spoke to LeMoyne graduates at the Memphis college commencement, will also be one of the consultants. Dr. Widenhouse is the General Secretary, of the American Missionary Association of the Second Congregational Churches. The Institute is being sponsored by the Race Relations Department of the American Missionary Association. MARSHALL TO ATTEND president of the Hammer Company, Atlanta, Ga., Philip M. Hauser, chairman of University of Chicago Department of Sociology, Clyde Kluckjohn, Harvard University Department of Anthropology. John LaFarge, editor of "America"; Marie Jahoda, Associate Director, Graduate School of Arts and Sciences, New York University elen V. McLean, Group for the Advancement of Psychiatry; Will Maslow, director of Commission on Law and Social Action, American Jewish Congress. Thurgood Marshall, Chief Legal Counsel for the National (Association for the Advancement of Colored People; George S. Mitchell, former director of the Southern Regional Council: Hon. James P. Mitchell, Secretary of Labor for the United States; P. L. Prattis, Executive Editor of the Pittsburg Courier newspaper; Ira De. A. Reid, Department of Sociology, Harverford College; Mark Starr, International Ladies Garment Workers Union; Lillian Smith, author and lecturer; Julius A. Thomas, Department of Industrial Relations. Rational Urban League; Robert C. Weaver, State Administrator of New York State. Philip M. Widenhouse, retiring LeMoyne College trustee who spoke to LeMoyne graduates at the Memphis college commencement, will also be one of the consultants. Dr. Widenhouse is the General Secretary, of the American Missionary Association of the Second Congregational Churches. The Institute is being sponsored by the Race Relations Department of the American Missionary Association. 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Originally, they were to be heard Thursday, June 12, but because of other commitments of Atty. Gen. Malcolm B. Seawell, the extension was granted. The suit was filed May 23 by Mesdames Evelyn McKissick and Rachel Richardson, mothers of Evelyn and Elaine, respectively, seeking reassignment of their daughters to schools on a non-discriminatory basis. They contended they could not obtain relief under state laws. Court observers see in this suit a "master" litigation to test the state's public school laws, including those adopted after the Supreme court's desegregation rulings. Attorney To Ask blocks from his home, they pointed out. The temporary injunction was sought as the deadline for filing entrance requests approached, and Chief Judge Simon E. Sobeloff of the Fourth Circuit Court of Appeals indicated he may have to put off hearing the case until next fall because of absences on the bench. Rise in supply of cash for investment forcast. —o— Telephone report shows effect of recession. JUSTICE, MY BROTHER! JAMES KEENE'S powerful new novel © Copyright. 1857, by James Keene; reprinted by permission of the novels publisher, Random House Inc.; distributed by King Features Syndicate. Until now no woman except their widowed mother has lived on the ranch that the three O'Dare brothers work in wild Oklahoma Territory of the 1900s. Cord, the eldest, is the "ladies man." but Luther, the mildmannered second brother, is the first to take a wife Cord picked out the bride. Edna Shore, and Luther courted her by mail. Luther and Edna were married in Ponca City the day she arrived by train from Chicago. There's trouble after the wedding between Cord and Bill Hageman. Cord accused Bill of being a cattle rustler and a bitter fight resulted, with Cord the victor. Bill's sister Julie is one of the women attracted to Cord, much to the jealous resentment of Smoke, the youngest O'Dare brother, Smoke, the narrator of the story, is riding out to call on Julie. THE HAGEMANS' front door was open and I could hear Julie's quick step inside. I knocked and a moment later she came down the hall. When she saw who it was she pushed the screen door open, then stood aside. "I guess I shouldn't be here," I said, "but we never got around to talking about Bill." "He's asleep, finally," Julie said. "Come on in, Smoke." I took off my hat and followed her down the hall to the kitchen. She poured two cups of coffee and told me to sit down at the table, then she sat down facing me. The kerosene lamp cast shadows on her face, and bright highlights where the light hit her squarely. I drank my coffee, not knowing what to say, which is pretty stupid since I came over just to talk. But then I never did have much to explain to Julie. She was smart and understood more than she let on. "You don't like trouble, do you, Smoke?" "No, I don't" "But you're not afraid," Julie said. "Yet you were sorry this happened. Why did it happen, Smoke? I have a right to know." She was right. She did have an explanation coming, but I didn't have one for her. Still, she was Julie and for such a long time I'd dreamed of doing anything she asked; the answers came easy. "Cord thinks someone's rustling cattle." She looked at me, real surprised. "He can't think Bill..." She gave a short laugh of disbelief. "Did he accuse Bill of that?" "Bill, took it that way." "Smoke, you don't believe that!" "Gosh, Julie, I don't know what to believe! Anyway, it didn't make much difference. I couldn't butt in after they started to fight." "I understand that," she said quickly. "Smoke, if Cord believes that Bill is a cattle rustler, then he believes wrong. You know Bill and you know he wouldn't steal from anyone. Why, we've lost cattle too!" "He said he was resting his graze for a year or two," I mentioned. Julie snorted through her nose. "A proud man's way of prolonging the admission that he's about licked. Another year of this dry weather and there won't be a blade, of grass standing." She rubbed her hands together and her eyes reflected the deep trouble she endured. "Bill's sold most everything off, Smoke. He has no choice. We've simply got to weather out two tough years or we're lost" I thought what a great pity it was that I lacked the words to tell her how much I wanted to help. But she must have understood for she reached across the table and put her hand over mine. I set the coffee cup down so I wouldn't drop it That's how weak she could make me feel. "You're a good friend, Smoke. And I haven't thanked you for helping Bill." "You don't need to do that," I said. "That's right," she said, smiling. "You don't do things for the thanks, but just because they're right and you'd have a hard time doing anything that wasn't decent." She wiped her hands over her eyes as If she were tired and sleep was no help at all. "What's going to happen to us, Smoke? Are we going to end up fighting each other?" "I wouldn't ever do that, Julie. "You're an O'Dare," she said, "and you'd side with your family. That's your way, Smoke. And I wouldn't want to see you any other way. But we don't dare to fight Smoke, we've got to patch this up between Cord and Bill." "How?" "I don't know, Smoke, but we have to. I can't do it alone. Will you help me?" Would I help Her? I'd been waiting a long time for her to ask, and now that she had, I could only nod like the village idiot. Finally I found my voice. "Sure, Julie, if you think that's the answer." "I think it's the only answer," she said. "Smoke, Cord may be right about the rustlers, but he's wrong about ll. We know the Indians are not wholly to blame, although they get their share. For a long time Bill's thought it might be the farmers; after all, we surround them, and other than a few fences their fields are unprotected and cattle drift where they please. I'm grabbing at straws, Smoke. I know Bill and I know Cord. The next thing they'll start shooting at each other. And Bill can shoot if he has to." That thought had never occurred to me, but now that she had mentioned it, a small worry was born. Although I'd never seen Bill Hageman packing a pistol, I knew that he had one hanging in the hallway, and it was too well worn not to have been used daily for a good many years. I guess every man tries his hand at six-gun handling. I sure did when I was younger and had the foolish notion that when I got fast enough I could run away and be a U. S. marshal like Bud Ledbetter. But that was in the past and I hadn't even picked up a short gun in four or five years. "I'll talk to Cord," I said, then realized how that sounded; a little ridiculous, like I was promising to beard the lion in his den. "He'll listen, Julie. I'll make him sit and listen." "Then tell him Bill will be over in three or four days. As soon as he's able to ride." "You're coming too, ain't you?" I just wanted her around where I could sit and look at her. "Yes," she said. "I'll come too?." Overstaying my welcome was never one of my faults so I got up and went to the front door Julie walked with me. We stood on the dark porch and listened to the wind whisking softly across the distance. On impulse, I said, "There's the Grange dance coming up a week come Thursday. I'd be obliged if I could take you." "Why, Smoke!" Then she laughed. "Yes, I'd really like that." This was a time when being casual was a real effort and I nearly flung my hat into the air and did a Jig. But I held myself in real well and said good night as polite and casual as you please. She stood on the porch while I rode back toward the home place, only I was in no hurry, now that I could look forward to a week from Thursday. After crossing the river I dismounted, tied the horse, and lay back beneath the cotton woods and tried to figure out how I could be so blamed Lucky. As many a time as I'd wanted to ask Julie to go someplace with me, my nerve always gave but at the last; minute, but tonight it had held as firm as you please.... WHAT IS HAPPENING JAMES KEENE'S powerful new novel © Copyright. 1857, by James Keene; reprinted by permission of the novels publisher, Random House Inc.; distributed by King Features Syndicate. Until now no woman except their widowed mother has lived on the ranch that the three O'Dare brothers work in wild Oklahoma Territory of the 1900s. Cord, the eldest, is the "ladies man." but Luther, the mildmannered second brother, is the first to take a wife Cord picked out the bride. Edna Shore, and Luther courted her by mail. Luther and Edna were married in Ponca City the day she arrived by train from Chicago. There's trouble after the wedding between Cord and Bill Hageman. Cord accused Bill of being a cattle rustler and a bitter fight resulted, with Cord the victor. Bill's sister Julie is one of the women attracted to Cord, much to the jealous resentment of Smoke, the youngest O'Dare brother, Smoke, the narrator of the story, is riding out to call on Julie. THE HAGEMANS' front door was open and I could hear Julie's quick step inside. I knocked and a moment later she came down the hall. When she saw who it was she pushed the screen door open, then stood aside. "I guess I shouldn't be here," I said, "but we never got around to talking about Bill." "He's asleep, finally," Julie said. "Come on in, Smoke." I took off my hat and followed her down the hall to the kitchen. She poured two cups of coffee and told me to sit down at the table, then she sat down facing me. The kerosene lamp cast shadows on her face, and bright highlights where the light hit her squarely. I drank my coffee, not knowing what to say, which is pretty stupid since I came over just to talk. But then I never did have much to explain to Julie. She was smart and understood more than she let on. "You don't like trouble, do you, Smoke?" "No, I don't" "But you're not afraid," Julie said. "Yet you were sorry this happened. Why did it happen, Smoke? I have a right to know." She was right. She did have an explanation coming, but I didn't have one for her. Still, she was Julie and for such a long time I'd dreamed of doing anything she asked; the answers came easy. "Cord thinks someone's rustling cattle." She looked at me, real surprised. "He can't think Bill..." She gave a short laugh of disbelief. "Did he accuse Bill of that?" "Bill, took it that way." "Smoke, you don't believe that!" "Gosh, Julie, I don't know what to believe! Anyway, it didn't make much difference. I couldn't butt in after they started to fight." "I understand that," she said quickly. "Smoke, if Cord believes that Bill is a cattle rustler, then he believes wrong. You know Bill and you know he wouldn't steal from anyone. Why, we've lost cattle too!" "He said he was resting his graze for a year or two," I mentioned. Julie snorted through her nose. "A proud man's way of prolonging the admission that he's about licked. Another year of this dry weather and there won't be a blade, of grass standing." She rubbed her hands together and her eyes reflected the deep trouble she endured. "Bill's sold most everything off, Smoke. He has no choice. We've simply got to weather out two tough years or we're lost" I thought what a great pity it was that I lacked the words to tell her how much I wanted to help. But she must have understood for she reached across the table and put her hand over mine. I set the coffee cup down so I wouldn't drop it That's how weak she could make me feel. "You're a good friend, Smoke. And I haven't thanked you for helping Bill." "You don't need to do that," I said. "That's right," she said, smiling. "You don't do things for the thanks, but just because they're right and you'd have a hard time doing anything that wasn't decent." She wiped her hands over her eyes as If she were tired and sleep was no help at all. "What's going to happen to us, Smoke? Are we going to end up fighting each other?" "I wouldn't ever do that, Julie. "You're an O'Dare," she said, "and you'd side with your family. That's your way, Smoke. And I wouldn't want to see you any other way. But we don't dare to fight Smoke, we've got to patch this up between Cord and Bill." "How?" "I don't know, Smoke, but we have to. I can't do it alone. Will you help me?" Would I help Her? I'd been waiting a long time for her to ask, and now that she had, I could only nod like the village idiot. Finally I found my voice. "Sure, Julie, if you think that's the answer." "I think it's the only answer," she said. "Smoke, Cord may be right about the rustlers, but he's wrong about ll. We know the Indians are not wholly to blame, although they get their share. For a long time Bill's thought it might be the farmers; after all, we surround them, and other than a few fences their fields are unprotected and cattle drift where they please. I'm grabbing at straws, Smoke. I know Bill and I know Cord. The next thing they'll start shooting at each other. And Bill can shoot if he has to." That thought had never occurred to me, but now that she had mentioned it, a small worry was born. Although I'd never seen Bill Hageman packing a pistol, I knew that he had one hanging in the hallway, and it was too well worn not to have been used daily for a good many years. I guess every man tries his hand at six-gun handling. I sure did when I was younger and had the foolish notion that when I got fast enough I could run away and be a U. S. marshal like Bud Ledbetter. But that was in the past and I hadn't even picked up a short gun in four or five years. "I'll talk to Cord," I said, then realized how that sounded; a little ridiculous, like I was promising to beard the lion in his den. "He'll listen, Julie. I'll make him sit and listen." "Then tell him Bill will be over in three or four days. As soon as he's able to ride." "You're coming too, ain't you?" I just wanted her around where I could sit and look at her. "Yes," she said. "I'll come too?." Overstaying my welcome was never one of my faults so I got up and went to the front door Julie walked with me. We stood on the dark porch and listened to the wind whisking softly across the distance. On impulse, I said, "There's the Grange dance coming up a week come Thursday. I'd be obliged if I could take you." "Why, Smoke!" Then she laughed. "Yes, I'd really like that." This was a time when being casual was a real effort and I nearly flung my hat into the air and did a Jig. But I held myself in real well and said good night as polite and casual as you please. She stood on the porch while I rode back toward the home place, only I was in no hurry, now that I could look forward to a week from Thursday. After crossing the river I dismounted, tied the horse, and lay back beneath the cotton woods and tried to figure out how I could be so blamed Lucky. As many a time as I'd wanted to ask Julie to go someplace with me, my nerve always gave but at the last; minute, but tonight it had held as firm as you please.... CHAPTER 9 JAMES KEENE'S powerful new novel © Copyright. 1857, by James Keene; reprinted by permission of the novels publisher, Random House Inc.; distributed by King Features Syndicate. Until now no woman except their widowed mother has lived on the ranch that the three O'Dare brothers work in wild Oklahoma Territory of the 1900s. Cord, the eldest, is the "ladies man." but Luther, the mildmannered second brother, is the first to take a wife Cord picked out the bride. Edna Shore, and Luther courted her by mail. Luther and Edna were married in Ponca City the day she arrived by train from Chicago. There's trouble after the wedding between Cord and Bill Hageman. Cord accused Bill of being a cattle rustler and a bitter fight resulted, with Cord the victor. Bill's sister Julie is one of the women attracted to Cord, much to the jealous resentment of Smoke, the youngest O'Dare brother, Smoke, the narrator of the story, is riding out to call on Julie. THE HAGEMANS' front door was open and I could hear Julie's quick step inside. I knocked and a moment later she came down the hall. When she saw who it was she pushed the screen door open, then stood aside. "I guess I shouldn't be here," I said, "but we never got around to talking about Bill." "He's asleep, finally," Julie said. "Come on in, Smoke." I took off my hat and followed her down the hall to the kitchen. She poured two cups of coffee and told me to sit down at the table, then she sat down facing me. The kerosene lamp cast shadows on her face, and bright highlights where the light hit her squarely. I drank my coffee, not knowing what to say, which is pretty stupid since I came over just to talk. But then I never did have much to explain to Julie. She was smart and understood more than she let on. "You don't like trouble, do you, Smoke?" "No, I don't" "But you're not afraid," Julie said. "Yet you were sorry this happened. Why did it happen, Smoke? I have a right to know." She was right. She did have an explanation coming, but I didn't have one for her. Still, she was Julie and for such a long time I'd dreamed of doing anything she asked; the answers came easy. "Cord thinks someone's rustling cattle." She looked at me, real surprised. "He can't think Bill..." She gave a short laugh of disbelief. "Did he accuse Bill of that?" "Bill, took it that way." "Smoke, you don't believe that!" "Gosh, Julie, I don't know what to believe! Anyway, it didn't make much difference. I couldn't butt in after they started to fight." "I understand that," she said quickly. "Smoke, if Cord believes that Bill is a cattle rustler, then he believes wrong. You know Bill and you know he wouldn't steal from anyone. Why, we've lost cattle too!" "He said he was resting his graze for a year or two," I mentioned. Julie snorted through her nose. "A proud man's way of prolonging the admission that he's about licked. Another year of this dry weather and there won't be a blade, of grass standing." She rubbed her hands together and her eyes reflected the deep trouble she endured. "Bill's sold most everything off, Smoke. He has no choice. We've simply got to weather out two tough years or we're lost" I thought what a great pity it was that I lacked the words to tell her how much I wanted to help. But she must have understood for she reached across the table and put her hand over mine. I set the coffee cup down so I wouldn't drop it That's how weak she could make me feel. "You're a good friend, Smoke. And I haven't thanked you for helping Bill." "You don't need to do that," I said. "That's right," she said, smiling. "You don't do things for the thanks, but just because they're right and you'd have a hard time doing anything that wasn't decent." She wiped her hands over her eyes as If she were tired and sleep was no help at all. "What's going to happen to us, Smoke? Are we going to end up fighting each other?" "I wouldn't ever do that, Julie. "You're an O'Dare," she said, "and you'd side with your family. That's your way, Smoke. And I wouldn't want to see you any other way. But we don't dare to fight Smoke, we've got to patch this up between Cord and Bill." "How?" "I don't know, Smoke, but we have to. I can't do it alone. Will you help me?" Would I help Her? I'd been waiting a long time for her to ask, and now that she had, I could only nod like the village idiot. Finally I found my voice. "Sure, Julie, if you think that's the answer." "I think it's the only answer," she said. "Smoke, Cord may be right about the rustlers, but he's wrong about ll. We know the Indians are not wholly to blame, although they get their share. For a long time Bill's thought it might be the farmers; after all, we surround them, and other than a few fences their fields are unprotected and cattle drift where they please. I'm grabbing at straws, Smoke. I know Bill and I know Cord. The next thing they'll start shooting at each other. And Bill can shoot if he has to." That thought had never occurred to me, but now that she had mentioned it, a small worry was born. Although I'd never seen Bill Hageman packing a pistol, I knew that he had one hanging in the hallway, and it was too well worn not to have been used daily for a good many years. I guess every man tries his hand at six-gun handling. I sure did when I was younger and had the foolish notion that when I got fast enough I could run away and be a U. S. marshal like Bud Ledbetter. But that was in the past and I hadn't even picked up a short gun in four or five years. "I'll talk to Cord," I said, then realized how that sounded; a little ridiculous, like I was promising to beard the lion in his den. "He'll listen, Julie. I'll make him sit and listen." "Then tell him Bill will be over in three or four days. As soon as he's able to ride." "You're coming too, ain't you?" I just wanted her around where I could sit and look at her. "Yes," she said. "I'll come too?." Overstaying my welcome was never one of my faults so I got up and went to the front door Julie walked with me. We stood on the dark porch and listened to the wind whisking softly across the distance. On impulse, I said, "There's the Grange dance coming up a week come Thursday. I'd be obliged if I could take you." "Why, Smoke!" Then she laughed. "Yes, I'd really like that." This was a time when being casual was a real effort and I nearly flung my hat into the air and did a Jig. But I held myself in real well and said good night as polite and casual as you please. She stood on the porch while I rode back toward the home place, only I was in no hurry, now that I could look forward to a week from Thursday. After crossing the river I dismounted, tied the horse, and lay back beneath the cotton woods and tried to figure out how I could be so blamed Lucky. As many a time as I'd wanted to ask Julie to go someplace with me, my nerve always gave but at the last; minute, but tonight it had held as firm as you please.... State Ass'n Secondary Schools, Principals End Fine Annual Meeting The 6th Annual Spring Conference of South Carolina Association of Secondary School Principals affiliated with the National Education Association and the Palmetto Education was held Thursday, Friday, and Saturday, June 5, 6, and 7, 1958 at the Paradise Corner, Gordon Motel, Atlantic Beach, South Carolina. The theme "Improved Practices in Secondary Schools" was discussed during the three general sessions. The first 10:00 a. m. Thursday, June 5, with Dr. John F Potts President of Voorhees Junior College, Denmark, South Carolina discussing "Democracy In Administration" -staff, pupils arid community, followed by "The Progress of Secondary School Facilities" by Dr. C. A. Johnson, Consultant South Carolina, State Finance Commission, Columbia, South Carolina. 10:00 a. m. Friday, Julie 6, Dr. George W. Hopkins, Director Division Teacher Education and Certification, State Department of Education, Columbia, South Carolina addressed the group on the subject "Requirements for Secondary School Principals in South Carolina." Remarks were made by Mr. F. M. Kirk, State Agent for Negro Schools and Mr. S. David Stoney, State High School Supervisor. The annual banquet was held Friday evening at Gordon's Motel Patio on-the Ocean with Dr. O. R. Reuben, President of Morris College, Sumter, South Carolina making the main address from the subject "Spirtual and Moral Values in the Secondary School Program." Miss Alfreda James, State Supervisor of Negro Elementary Schools brought greetings from her department. Mr. Allen Williams, President of the Palmetto Education Association made remarks. M. E. M. Wiley Principal, Colleton High School of Walterboro, South Carolina gave the high lights from the 42nd annual meeting of the National Association of the Secondary School Principals February 14 through 19 in Indianapolis, Indiana. The conference concluded at the business meeting on Saturday morning with the reports from the committee and the election of officers. Present officers Include, Dr. Gerard A. Anderson President, principal Wilson Senior High School, Florence South Carolina, Mr. Aaron Rucker, Vice-President, Principal, Barr Street High School, Lancaster, South Carolina, and Mr. C. C. Woodson, Secretary Treasurer, Principal Carver High School, Spartanburg, South Carolina. Recreational activities includeed a Sea Food Dinner, and mixer on Thursday evening and a Beach Party Saturday afternoon. 18 ALABAMA STUDENTS WIN HOWARD DEGREES Eighteen Alabama students were graduated June 6 from Howard University, Washington, D. C. with varying degrees. Nine of these were from the Birmingham area. From Birmingham were Theodore U. Carter, B. A.; Shedrick O. Davis, D. D. S.; Toussaint L. Hale, LL. B.; Herman Jones, B. S.; J. Richmond Pearson, LL. B.; Samuel Scott, B. S. to M. E.; Ralph Tubbs, B. S. in M. E.; and from Fairfield, John p. Brown, M. S.; Charles E. Jackson, B. S. Others were, Edward Dev. Belton, M. D.; Marian A Braye, B.A.; Peggy A. Mitchell, B. A.; Patricia F. Pugh, B. M. E.; and Olive Y. Reynolds, B. M. E.; all of Tuskegee; J. L. Chestnut, Selma, LL. B; Mildred Kennedy of Mobile B. S.; Samuel L. Richardson, Tuscumbia, Ala, B. S. in C. E., and William C. Price, Montgomery, B. S. in E. E.