Memphis World
Memphis World Publishing Co.
1952-11-11
James H. Purdy, Jr.



ELISE MACK
Copyright, 1952, by Elsie Mack. Distributed by King Features Syndicates.
NANCE was at a cocktail party
with Rolph. She was a little awed
by the living room of their hostess,
who, Rolph told her, was in pictures. 
It was like the inside of a
jewel box, with gold brocade walls,
inch-thick rugs, and inlaid tables
and chairs. Medieval, Nance
thought, alone for a moment on a
violet leather couch.
And then she saw Libby Oliver
in the middle, of the room. Nance
caught her eye and patted the
leather cushion at her side.
Libby came over. She had on a
beige linen and she looked washed
out. "I don't know why I bother
coming to these things," she murmured, 
sitting down. "Overrated,
aren't they?"
Nance smiled. "Not in the novelty 
stage."
"I can't remember that far back
... You don't live in New York?"
"No, in a small town. Thurstonia." 

"Yes, Rolph did say something—" 
Libby cocked her small
blonde head. "Thurstonia. It rings
a bell." She drew her pale brows
together. "Why, yes... Steve's
ex-wife mentioned it, once. Just
before the divorce. She said she
was going to Thurstonia when she
was free. I'd forgotten. Although
I do recall now the way she said
it. Sort of grimly. I thought it
strange, But Eve was a strange
person."
"Yes."
"You know her?"
"Yes, I know her." For now she
was sure.
Libby shrugged. "Heaven help
her next victim."
Nance caught her breath, but
she said lightly, "That has a Lucrezia 
Borgia flavor!"
"Oh. Eve doesn't carry a vial of
poison, but the general effect is the
same. If she went to Thurstonia,
it's for no good. She'll get what
she is after, and someone will be
hurt. Not Eve. Eve is never, hurt.
She's cast iron under that velvet
skin. But all that men see—all
Steve saw—is the velvet Funny.
He always had a horror of being
married for his money. And that's
exactly what Eve did. Well, she's
beautiful Shell decoy brighter
men than Steve."
"Where is Steve today?" Nance
asked.
Libby looked around. "I thought
he might be here." Her eyes came
back to Nance. "He has changed,
and it's Eve's doing. I saw, and it
I'd uttered a word, everyone would
have said I was jealous. I've
known Steve all my life. He used
to believe in things. He doesn't,
now. Not in anything. And Eve
did it."
Someone, passed drinks, and
Nance shook her head, but Libby
ook another, "I'm afraid this is

my fourth," she confessed, "and it
looks as if Steve isn't going to
turn up. I'm in love with him, you
know. Everyone knows. Steve,
too. I even had a fair chance with
him, once. But not now. After
Eve, he thinks all Women—" She
stopped. Her eyes came alive.
"Well what do you know! He came,
after all. Excuse me."
Nance nodded, and watched Libby 
pick her way rather unsteadily
through the crowd to Steve, who
had just come in the door.
Rolph came over to her. "Enjoying 
this?"
She smiled. "Libby was a little
overtalkative."
"Three martinis, and Libby spills
over with her tale of unrequited
love. Steve. I suppose she told
you?"
"Yes."
"Steve should have married Libby." 

Nance said carefully, "She was
talking about Steve's ex-wife."
"Eve? Libby hated her."
"Did you?"
He grinned. "I'm male, and
human . . .No, I wouldn't say I
hated her."
"And" Steve?"
"No, he's over that, too."
"Not altogether."
"Oh, the scars. Disillusionment
Bitterness. They'll heal. Pity a
girl like Eve had to happen to a
nice guy like Steve."
"Did you know that Eve is in
Thurstonia?"
It meant absolutely nothing to
him for a moment. Then his eyes
widened "Well, well, well! No, I
didn't know. Friend of yours?"
"I've met her . . . Rolph, Eve
had something to do with my life,
indirectly, before I ever laid eyes
on her."
"She did?"
"Before the Irelands adopted
me, they took another child. They
changed their minds about keeping 
her." I don't know why. But I
do know that the child was Eve.
Mother didn't intend telling me,
but I could see that Eve's coming
to the house upset her, and she
finally told me that much."
Rolph whistled interestedly.
Nance went on, "The Irelands
never knew what became of her,
until recently. Rolph, Eve didn't
just happen, to go to Thurstonia.
She's there for a reason."
She stopped, frowning, remembering 
a tag end of conversation
she'd overheard between Sam and
Eleanor. "Sam, I'm frightened,"
Nance had heard Eleanor say.
"Eve said she'd pay us back for
sending her away. That's why she's
here."
Nance thought, now, Eve was
nine years old. Surely, if she'd
said, she'd pay them back, she
wouldn't carry a grudge this long?
But if she was angry and resentful

at being cast out? She'd resent
me, too, Nance thought. She'd be
furious at me for taking her place,
having everything that was so
nearly hers, a home, a family, love.
She'll try to hurt me, too.
Nance said aloud to Rolph,
"Through Jeremy! Eve could hurt
Sam and Eleanor and me through
Jeremy. I should have known."
"I missed the thought process
leading up to that, so it doesn't
make sense to me," Rolph said.
"It does make sense! Rolph, I'm
going home. On the first train.
There must be something I can do
to stop whatever She may try to
da Oh, I was a fool, to stay away
this long." But she had been hurt,
and proud. Only suddenly pride
didn't matter. "I'm going back,
Rolph. I'm going to fight her. It's
Eleanor's and Sam's happiness, as
well as mine and Jeremy's."
She had her bag packed and was
waiting for the taxi to take her to
Grand Central when the telephone
call came from Thurstonia. Kit
took it and handed the receiver to
Nance.
"It's Sam," she said. "He sounds
wrought up."
"Nance?" Sam Ireland's voice
sounded thin and strained. "Can
you come home, dear? Mother is
ill."
"I'm on my way," Nance said.
"What is it? Is Jeremy with her?"
There was a long pause.
"Jeremy isn't here, Nance. He
and Eve were married this morning. 
We've just had their wire.
Mother's gone all to pieces. Nance,
are you there? You all right?"
"Yes." The walls of the room
leaned away from her, righted
themselves, tipped dizzyingly
again.
"I shouldn't have blurted it out
like that," Sam said distractedly.
"I'm sorry. I'm upset. Mother
wants you, Nance."
"I'll come," said Nance. She replaced 
the receiver. She said to
Kit's face, which advanced and retreated 
in the same fantastic manner 
as the walls a moment ago.
They're married."
The buzzer sounded. It was the
taxi.
Kit snatched a hat and handbag.
"I'm coming with you."
"No, I'm all right."
Kit put on her hat. "I'll pick up
a toothbrush on the way and Eleanor 
will lend me a nightie . . .
Nance, you don't think I'd let you
go alone?"
"You needn't come," Nance repeated. 
"I—"
"Of course you're all right," Kit
agreed brusquely. She picked up
Nance's bag. "It's not the end of
the world," she said gently. "Believe 
me, it isn't, although it seems
so, now."


CHAPTER NINETEEN

ELISE MACK
Copyright, 1952, by Elsie Mack. Distributed by King Features Syndicates.
NANCE was at a cocktail party
with Rolph. She was a little awed
by the living room of their hostess,
who, Rolph told her, was in pictures. 
It was like the inside of a
jewel box, with gold brocade walls,
inch-thick rugs, and inlaid tables
and chairs. Medieval, Nance
thought, alone for a moment on a
violet leather couch.
And then she saw Libby Oliver
in the middle, of the room. Nance
caught her eye and patted the
leather cushion at her side.
Libby came over. She had on a
beige linen and she looked washed
out. "I don't know why I bother
coming to these things," she murmured, 
sitting down. "Overrated,
aren't they?"
Nance smiled. "Not in the novelty 
stage."
"I can't remember that far back
... You don't live in New York?"
"No, in a small town. Thurstonia." 

"Yes, Rolph did say something—" 
Libby cocked her small
blonde head. "Thurstonia. It rings
a bell." She drew her pale brows
together. "Why, yes... Steve's
ex-wife mentioned it, once. Just
before the divorce. She said she
was going to Thurstonia when she
was free. I'd forgotten. Although
I do recall now the way she said
it. Sort of grimly. I thought it
strange, But Eve was a strange
person."
"Yes."
"You know her?"
"Yes, I know her." For now she
was sure.
Libby shrugged. "Heaven help
her next victim."
Nance caught her breath, but
she said lightly, "That has a Lucrezia 
Borgia flavor!"
"Oh. Eve doesn't carry a vial of
poison, but the general effect is the
same. If she went to Thurstonia,
it's for no good. She'll get what
she is after, and someone will be
hurt. Not Eve. Eve is never, hurt.
She's cast iron under that velvet
skin. But all that men see—all
Steve saw—is the velvet Funny.
He always had a horror of being
married for his money. And that's
exactly what Eve did. Well, she's
beautiful Shell decoy brighter
men than Steve."
"Where is Steve today?" Nance
asked.
Libby looked around. "I thought
he might be here." Her eyes came
back to Nance. "He has changed,
and it's Eve's doing. I saw, and it
I'd uttered a word, everyone would
have said I was jealous. I've
known Steve all my life. He used
to believe in things. He doesn't,
now. Not in anything. And Eve
did it."
Someone, passed drinks, and
Nance shook her head, but Libby
ook another, "I'm afraid this is

my fourth," she confessed, "and it
looks as if Steve isn't going to
turn up. I'm in love with him, you
know. Everyone knows. Steve,
too. I even had a fair chance with
him, once. But not now. After
Eve, he thinks all Women—" She
stopped. Her eyes came alive.
"Well what do you know! He came,
after all. Excuse me."
Nance nodded, and watched Libby 
pick her way rather unsteadily
through the crowd to Steve, who
had just come in the door.
Rolph came over to her. "Enjoying 
this?"
She smiled. "Libby was a little
overtalkative."
"Three martinis, and Libby spills
over with her tale of unrequited
love. Steve. I suppose she told
you?"
"Yes."
"Steve should have married Libby." 

Nance said carefully, "She was
talking about Steve's ex-wife."
"Eve? Libby hated her."
"Did you?"
He grinned. "I'm male, and
human . . .No, I wouldn't say I
hated her."
"And" Steve?"
"No, he's over that, too."
"Not altogether."
"Oh, the scars. Disillusionment
Bitterness. They'll heal. Pity a
girl like Eve had to happen to a
nice guy like Steve."
"Did you know that Eve is in
Thurstonia?"
It meant absolutely nothing to
him for a moment. Then his eyes
widened "Well, well, well! No, I
didn't know. Friend of yours?"
"I've met her . . . Rolph, Eve
had something to do with my life,
indirectly, before I ever laid eyes
on her."
"She did?"
"Before the Irelands adopted
me, they took another child. They
changed their minds about keeping 
her." I don't know why. But I
do know that the child was Eve.
Mother didn't intend telling me,
but I could see that Eve's coming
to the house upset her, and she
finally told me that much."
Rolph whistled interestedly.
Nance went on, "The Irelands
never knew what became of her,
until recently. Rolph, Eve didn't
just happen, to go to Thurstonia.
She's there for a reason."
She stopped, frowning, remembering 
a tag end of conversation
she'd overheard between Sam and
Eleanor. "Sam, I'm frightened,"
Nance had heard Eleanor say.
"Eve said she'd pay us back for
sending her away. That's why she's
here."
Nance thought, now, Eve was
nine years old. Surely, if she'd
said, she'd pay them back, she
wouldn't carry a grudge this long?
But if she was angry and resentful

at being cast out? She'd resent
me, too, Nance thought. She'd be
furious at me for taking her place,
having everything that was so
nearly hers, a home, a family, love.
She'll try to hurt me, too.
Nance said aloud to Rolph,
"Through Jeremy! Eve could hurt
Sam and Eleanor and me through
Jeremy. I should have known."
"I missed the thought process
leading up to that, so it doesn't
make sense to me," Rolph said.
"It does make sense! Rolph, I'm
going home. On the first train.
There must be something I can do
to stop whatever She may try to
da Oh, I was a fool, to stay away
this long." But she had been hurt,
and proud. Only suddenly pride
didn't matter. "I'm going back,
Rolph. I'm going to fight her. It's
Eleanor's and Sam's happiness, as
well as mine and Jeremy's."
She had her bag packed and was
waiting for the taxi to take her to
Grand Central when the telephone
call came from Thurstonia. Kit
took it and handed the receiver to
Nance.
"It's Sam," she said. "He sounds
wrought up."
"Nance?" Sam Ireland's voice
sounded thin and strained. "Can
you come home, dear? Mother is
ill."
"I'm on my way," Nance said.
"What is it? Is Jeremy with her?"
There was a long pause.
"Jeremy isn't here, Nance. He
and Eve were married this morning. 
We've just had their wire.
Mother's gone all to pieces. Nance,
are you there? You all right?"
"Yes." The walls of the room
leaned away from her, righted
themselves, tipped dizzyingly
again.
"I shouldn't have blurted it out
like that," Sam said distractedly.
"I'm sorry. I'm upset. Mother
wants you, Nance."
"I'll come," said Nance. She replaced 
the receiver. She said to
Kit's face, which advanced and retreated 
in the same fantastic manner 
as the walls a moment ago.
They're married."
The buzzer sounded. It was the
taxi.
Kit snatched a hat and handbag.
"I'm coming with you."
"No, I'm all right."
Kit put on her hat. "I'll pick up
a toothbrush on the way and Eleanor 
will lend me a nightie . . .
Nance, you don't think I'd let you
go alone?"
"You needn't come," Nance repeated. 
"I—"
"Of course you're all right," Kit
agreed brusquely. She picked up
Nance's bag. "It's not the end of
the world," she said gently. "Believe 
me, it isn't, although it seems
so, now."


Along Sports Trail
The championship of the Prep League will not be determined
until the last game is played. The race has been a thrilling one
this season. Melrose and Manassas are practically tied for the
league lead at this time. Manassas has one more game to play
which will likely determine the champions.
The Manassas Tigers will tangle
with the St. Augustine Thunderbolts 
at Washington Stadium Saturday 
night which will be the
Tigers last game. By winning the

game From the Thunderbolts the
Tigers can wrap up the championship, 
as it would be four victories
and one tie for them without a defeat. 
To lose to the Thunderbolts
would make Melrose champions as
Melrose has won three and tied
two
The St. Augustine Thunderbolts,
the defending champions will not
be any pushover for the Tigers
After losing to Melrose the Thunderbolts 
have come back strong in
Prep League play to defeat Booker
Washington and Douglass. In each
of their game they have shown remarkable 
improvement over the
previous game. But for that one
defeat they could easily have repeated 
as champions.
The Melrose Golden Wildcats,
currently leading the' league on the
basis of points played a good game
against Booker Washington last
Friday night although they did not
appear to be up to the brand of
play they displayed in earlier
games. By holding Washington to
a 6-6 tie they were able to move
up one point over Manassas. In
addition to games won and lost,
the championship is based on the
point system. Two points for games
won and one point for tie games
Lost games don't figure when the
point system is used.
Melrose with three games in the
won column and two tie games has
a total of eight points. Manassas
with three victories and one tie
game has a total of seven points.
So, should Manassas win Saturday
from St. Augustine that would give
them a total of nine points, if they
lose they would still have a total
of seven. Then on the other hand
should the game end in a tie, it
would again place Melrose and Manassas 
in a tie for the league championship 
with eight points each.
The Prep League has given the
fans a fine display of football during 
the past season. Some outstanding 
prep players have been
developed on all the teams and
should become great college players
should they continue their education 
after they leave high school
Space will not permit the names of
the many players who have played
so brilliantly for their respective
teams, not even all the seniors. As
much as we are tempted to mention 
a few we must refrain because
it might influence the selection of
the Memphis All-Prep Team to be
named later.
The Golden Wildcats of Melrose
have been selected as one of the
teams to play in the Nursery Bowl
Game to be played at Melrose

Stadium Thanksgiving Day.
The time o the game has been
set for 5 o'clock. According to announcement 
made by Mr. Robert
Wright (Mayor of Orange Mound)
and one of the prime movers of the
game, the five o'clock hour was
selected in order that the fans
could eat their Thanksgivings dinner 
at home.
The Nursery Bowl is sponsored by
the Orange Mound Civic Club to
raise funds for the upkeep and
operation of the Orange Mound
Nursery. For a number of years
the Orange Mound Nursery has
taken care of the children of working 
mothers in the Orange Mound
community.
Each year two of the top teams
of the prep league, or one representative 
of the prep league and an
out of town team play in the Nursery 
Bowl Game. Because of the
project for which the money is
raised and the people promoting
the game, the Nursery Bowl Game
has become quite an attraction in
the city. One of the largest crowds
in the history of the game is expected 
to witness the game Thanksgiving. 
It is a most worthy cause
and should have the support of all
the people in the city.
We repeat, should Manassas win,
lose or tie the game they are
scheduled to play next Saturday,
no better attraction could be offered 
in the Nursery Bowl than Manassas 
versus Melrose. With both
teams having a large following in
the city, both have played good
ball during the season, tieing each
other, no travel expnse would be
involved, other than local, the
sponsors could, realize a neat sum
for the Nursery.
The fans would welcome a game
between these two teams, as many
feel that from a partisan viewpoint, 
one is better than the other.
We learned a few days ago, one of
the reasons why the two teams cannot 
be matched at this time, is
Manassas has an out of town game
already booked which would take
them out of town Thanksgivings. If
this can be cancelled, then the
Nursery Bowl Game will feature
Melrose and Manassas.


OLD
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FELIX THE CAT


Booker Washington
And Melrose In Tie
The Booker T. Washington High
School Warriors battled the Melrose 
Golden Wildcats to a 6-6 tie
last Friday night at Washington
Stadium.
The game was a thrilling and
stubbornly fought one from start to
the finish. Both teams, played brilliantly 
both on the offense and defense. 
The lines of both teams held
when the chips were down and
many scoring threats were throttled. 

Washington scored first in the
second quarter when Willie Durham
went over from the 12 yard line for
the Warriors only score. The try
for extra point on a line plunge was
stopped short of goal.
That one touch down looked bigger 
and bigger as the game went
on, as all of Melrose's scoring attempts 
were stopped by the great
play of the Warrior's line and back
field men. Washington's play in
the game was the best the Warriors
had shown all season. The half
ended with Washington leading 60. 

The two teams battled to a
standstill during the third quarter

and until half way through the
fourth quarter. With six minutes
of the fourth quarter gone and
Melrose in possession of the ball
deep in their own territory, Leon
Crawford Melrose's quarter back
threw a long pass from his 15 yard
line to Andrew Earthman who took
the ball near the 48 line stripe and
outraced Washington's secondary
52 yards for a touch, down. The
try for extra point missed when the
kick hit the cross bar and bounded 
back on the playing field. The
score was tied to remain that way
until the final gun.
Score by quarters:
Scoring touch downs: Melrose —
Earthman, Washington — Durham.
Substitutes: Melrose — Lacy,
Haley, Norfleet, C. Hicks, Woods,
Smith, Gardner, Beasley, Walker;
Washington — Plunkett, Wilson,
Holly, Taylor, Howard, Maxwell,
Kelly, Gaston, McCollins, Montgomery, 
Smith, Todd, Thomas,
Whitehead, Lee.
Officials: Rouhlac referee, Simons
umpire, Scott head linesman.

Ike Won't Lack Golf
Partners In Capital
PresidentElect 
Eisenhower—who shhots in
the low 80s—won't lack for golf
partners in official Washington, if
he doesn't mind stiff competition.
Jack Wesland, the 1952 National
Amateur Champion, is a newlyelected 
representative from the
state of Washington. Elected to
the Senate yesterday were Prescott
Bush, former president of the USGA, 
from Connecticut and Barry
Goldwater, who has played in the
National Amateur several times,
from Arizona.

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Hinton swallowed an 18-yard
flip by Brown to score his second
touchdown and shot A and M
ahead, 38 to 7. Halfback William
Stokes jogged 10 yards to give the
Hornets their second and final
touchdown. The drive covered 59
yards. Cotton's pass for conversion 
misfired.
A and M scored 18 first downs
to 4 by the Hornets and piled up
376 yards rushing to 76 by the losers. 


TALLAHASSEE —
Ted Wright
was head coach of the Florida A
and M College Rattlers when Famcee 
inagurated the Orange Blossom
classic in 1933.


Along
the big stem yesterday we hear
. . . Leo Durocher has as
much chance of landing in the
movies as we have of getting
Joe Stalin's job
The Lip will continue to pilot
the Giants as long as his tonsils
and Horace Stoneham's patience
and bankroll hold out.
Rocky Marciano is already growing 
weary of the rubber chicken and
pears circuit. His plaintive query:
"Dont they ever have roast beef or
steaks at these things?"
Lastest Davis Cup odds provided 
we make the final round 3 to
1 Australia beats us. Events money
we don't win two matches
And speaking of bookies...The
Broadway boys are not only back
in action, but we taw at least a
score of them operating openly at
the Jamaica track the other day.
Bookies are enjoying the current
probe of link between bookies and
New York police Because it has
taken the pressure off them For
the time being at least they have no
protection money to pay.

And didn't Coach Jim (Maryland)
Tatum intimate a mouthful when he
said that it surprised him how often 
the Sacrosanct schools...which
give only scholastic scholarships.
Are "surprised" to find that their
scholars also are great football players? 


Which reminds us that the Garden 
which owns the N. Y. Rangers 
Hockey team may give the ice
game the air. If the team doesn't
start drawing a few paying customers, 
but the Garden should know
that tailenders never draw in any
sports.
Despite scandals basketball is still
turning them away.

It is said Branch Rickey lost six
pounds when he read what John
had paid for two foreign colts
Baseball club owners are like NCAA 
brass huts they get together
pass a pious set of rules then
go out and bust them right and
left.