Memphis World Memphis World Publishing Co. 1955-03-22 Raymond F. Tisby Memphis World AMERICAN STANDARD RACE JAURNAL The South's Oldest and Leading Colored Semi-Weekly Newspaper Published by MEMPHIS WORLD PUBLISHING CO. Every TUESDAY and FRIDAY at 164 BEALE—Phone 8-4030 Entered in the Post Office at Memphis, Tenn., as second-class mail under the Act of Congress, March 1, 1870 Member of SCOTT NEWSPAPER SYNDICATE W. A. Scott, II, Founder; C. A. Scott General Manager Raymond F. Tisby Managing Editor Mrs. Rosa Brown Bracy Public Relations and Advertising William C. Weathers Circulation Promotion The MEMPHIS WORLD to an independent newspaper—non-sectarian and 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. SUBSCRIPTION RATES: Year $5.00—6 Months $3.00—3 Months $1.50 (In Advance) Yalta Gets An Inning Ever since those three able men of destiny met at Yalta and discussed a world policy, seeking to curtail the practice of bloodshed and to implement the general overall welfare of a bleeding and wounded world, there have been occasional references surrounding some of the secret phrases of that conference. For the good of the country and the world, for that matter, there must at times be a departure from the late President Wilson's proclamation "covenants openly arrived at." There must be confidential files in the archives of state which must not fall into the hands of unauthorized parties. Every one knows that a Democracy must adhere to a secret service and at times must be relied upon to do the best things first. Prime Minister Churchill, the only living of the three, minced no words in his version of releasing the Yalta papers. His point of errors or other discrepencies must be well founded and the statesman of seasoned experience that he is, his version would carry more than ordinary prominence. It also stands to reason that, than Secretary Dulles, America never produced a better informed authority on world conditions and affairs. His soundness cannot be questioned and certainly not by those whose opportunities for his studies and observations, would not equip them with his knowledge of state and world conditions. On the other hand, it would be regrettable for another McCarthyish drama to take the headlines of the newspaper at the behest of those who might find it opportune to drag the Yalta affair into the quagmire of sinister politics. Such an impulse cannot be put past a segment who seized upon lesser issues and superimposed them into political campaigns. Surely we are not so hard hit for issues and wholesome discussions with which to feed the voters as to seize upon the delicacy of a technical phase of our government, strictly in the field of diplomacy, involving our future bargaining and almost a-kin to our secret service, where there is an impossibility of bringing the laymen up to date. May sleeping things lie — and may lying things sleep. Two Powerful Strokes Of The President It can be seen from here past the middle of his administration that the high peak of the President's popularity was more than a honeymoon voyage, something to soar at the beginning and reduce as the time wore on. With no compromise save with the spirit of Democracy, it is healthy for the country that its head is able to maintain such a popularity and that confidence in his patriotic integrity, enabling him to steer the country through one of its gravest crisis with both a Democratic House and Senate. While tax-cutting is always popular among the taxpayers, and those who represent them, the President was able to enforce the choice of the nation's welfare above that of the tax-cutting mania in so grave a peril as the country finds itself. It is comfortable in that the majority of the Congress sided with the President. This stand represents the temperament of the country and the people at large who realize that the country must first be saved, and that the cutting of taxes a secondary consideration.. In that country is placed first and America is to be congratulated for such a spirit of patriotism emerging from those who are close to the heart-beats of the people. His nomination of justice Harlan was hailed as a powerful stroke at the time his name was sent. In spite of the sectionalism and otherwise eventualities injected around his name, he was confirmed with only elevert Senators voting against the confirmation. All from the South, except two who might be termed as Westerners. The country is fortunate at this time in having an administration in which men insist confidence and are willing to place the nation first. In him the traditional prayer is well answered in which the poet sang — "God give us men in times like these." Justice Harlan Comes To The Bench Ever since his nomination to fill the vacancy on the Supreme Court left by Mister Justice Jackson, the confirmation of Judge John Marshall Harlan was a foregone conclusion. While there was a delay in his name, coming from the committee and some eleven Senators voted against his confirmation, the high tone of his statesmanship and his seasoned judicial capacity was never placed in jeopardy. Justice Harlan comes from a long line of patriotic Americans; his illustrous grandfather before him graced that bench and was, the courageous one to be a lone dissenter in the famous Plessy vs Ferguson segregation case coming up from Louisiana as far back as 1896. In spite of whispering and the attempt to renew feelings around the May 17th., decision in the segregation case, the name of Justice Harlan went over in the fashion that becomes a Democracy, letting neither sentiment nor sectional passion swerve her from the course as implementing a government for all the people. President Eisenhower is to be commended for his fine choice and his tall stature of forthrightness and devotion to duty. We predict for Justice Harlan a brilliant career. Some of the finest judicial minds of the centuries have graced the high court. These have given it that prestige which commands the position that assures the nation and the world—that men will take notice — and abide—when she speaks. MY WEEKLY SERMON REV. BLAIR T. HUNT, PASTOR MISSISSIPPI BLVD. CHRISTIAN CHURCH, MEMPHIS TEXT: "Now there stood by the cross of Jesus his mother, when Jesus saw his mother and the disciple standing by whom he loved, he saith unto his mother, "Woman, behold thy son. Then saith he to the disciple, "Behold thy mother!" — John 25-27. Let us gaze daily, frequently upon the cross ere the radiance of Faster upon the cross, a symbol of suffering, there are so many things we can't understand or ex plain. We can only trust. I can't understand it. You can't either. But when I gaze at the cross on which Jesus was nailed, it becomes a loadstone, a magnet, It draws, with an indescribable power... and binds with cords of love. Then it is that my love for Jesus, who died there on it for you and me, multiples... I can't explain, but it does. My mother, before passing, lay upon her bed in for seven months I remember my mother for the childhood Joys she pave me. I remember her most lovingly for hundreds of sweet things But somehow or another her suffering, hid in my memory, draws roe closest to her... you have parallel cases. Likewise, I remember Jesus as I have read of Him and heard of Him because of many, many things ... but that which draws me closest to Him is my mental picture of Him dying for me and for you on that rugged Roman Cross. I remember well many spoken words from the lips of my mother, but her last words I can never forget. And so with my Savior Jesus, I can never forget His final words. uttered on the cross... The first a prayer, the second an answer to a prayer. And now the third word... I see moving close to the cross through the morbid crowd. Jesus' blessed mother, and beside her. John, the well-beloved disciple I hear in the premature creeping blackness of an unnatural midnight, the voice of Jesus crying, "Woman, behold thy son." With an infinite sweetness and a divine tenderness He calls to His mother. Then, despite His agony with His face and neck beaded with perspiration and marred with tiny rivulets of blood, He mustered all His human strength in these words to His beloved John "Behold thy mother." A beautiful lesson is here taught of family devotion... A picture of devotion to the end. So may we honor our parents to the end of our days. With these dying words of Christ to His God, His enemies. His mother, His friends, I am trying to bring us close to the Cross I pray I don't fail. I can't explain. I don't understand. Yet I know millions and millions have been saved who have, never fully understood. In fact, no one fully understands. Millions have simply looked and believed, and found salvation in the old rutted Cross. "They have known without understanding; they have been saved without, being able to explain." Let us look at the cross this Lenten Season. Let us worship at the cross and whisper again: "He died for me." THE THIRD WORD REV. BLAIR T. HUNT, PASTOR MISSISSIPPI BLVD. CHRISTIAN CHURCH, MEMPHIS TEXT: "Now there stood by the cross of Jesus his mother, when Jesus saw his mother and the disciple standing by whom he loved, he saith unto his mother, "Woman, behold thy son. Then saith he to the disciple, "Behold thy mother!" — John 25-27. Let us gaze daily, frequently upon the cross ere the radiance of Faster upon the cross, a symbol of suffering, there are so many things we can't understand or ex plain. We can only trust. I can't understand it. You can't either. But when I gaze at the cross on which Jesus was nailed, it becomes a loadstone, a magnet, It draws, with an indescribable power... and binds with cords of love. Then it is that my love for Jesus, who died there on it for you and me, multiples... I can't explain, but it does. My mother, before passing, lay upon her bed in for seven months I remember my mother for the childhood Joys she pave me. I remember her most lovingly for hundreds of sweet things But somehow or another her suffering, hid in my memory, draws roe closest to her... you have parallel cases. Likewise, I remember Jesus as I have read of Him and heard of Him because of many, many things ... but that which draws me closest to Him is my mental picture of Him dying for me and for you on that rugged Roman Cross. I remember well many spoken words from the lips of my mother, but her last words I can never forget. And so with my Savior Jesus, I can never forget His final words. uttered on the cross... The first a prayer, the second an answer to a prayer. And now the third word... I see moving close to the cross through the morbid crowd. Jesus' blessed mother, and beside her. John, the well-beloved disciple I hear in the premature creeping blackness of an unnatural midnight, the voice of Jesus crying, "Woman, behold thy son." With an infinite sweetness and a divine tenderness He calls to His mother. Then, despite His agony with His face and neck beaded with perspiration and marred with tiny rivulets of blood, He mustered all His human strength in these words to His beloved John "Behold thy mother." A beautiful lesson is here taught of family devotion... A picture of devotion to the end. So may we honor our parents to the end of our days. With these dying words of Christ to His God, His enemies. His mother, His friends, I am trying to bring us close to the Cross I pray I don't fail. I can't explain. I don't understand. Yet I know millions and millions have been saved who have, never fully understood. In fact, no one fully understands. Millions have simply looked and believed, and found salvation in the old rutted Cross. "They have known without understanding; they have been saved without, being able to explain." Let us look at the cross this Lenten Season. Let us worship at the cross and whisper again: "He died for me." Says Nation sent status of the Negro press. He said that there is still much work to be done by Negro newpapers, despite the fact that the need for the Negro press is being questioned. "It is true that the Negro newspaper, per se, is approaching the day when it will no longer exist," he said. "But I view that a happy day." Commenting further, Thompson said: "Russwurm and Cornish, two early pioneers, helped the Negro people on the road to being true to themselves. These two gentlemen took advantage of what they had and began to build in their own interest and in the interest and welfare of a people and a nation. "It is my honest belief that the United States owes the Negro newspaper a vote of thanks. "Negro newspapers and similar vehicles have labored to keep the facts of the Negro's rightful place In recorded history alive and in so doing have provided the courage necessary for inching nearer and nearer to the dignity and respect, the material and spiritual health had by others. Thompson is a 1948-49 Robert Abbott Scholarship winner, an award which is given annually to college students showing promise in journalism. Thompson received his bachelor's degree in Journalism from Lincoln in 1950. Progress Of endeavor (on the part of the Armed Forces) to carry forward the principles laid down by the President of the United States and the Secretary of Defense for the most effective utilization of all military manpower," wrote Evans. "Accordingly, there are now no all-Negro units in the service. June 30, 1954 was earlier agreed upon, for their termination, and the program proceeded ahead of schedule with no untoward incidents." Many problems remain, however, especially in the sphere of civilian employes, in the implementation of established military policies against discrimination in employment, admitted Evans. Much remains to be done to accomplish full equity as regards testing, selecting, orientation, training, assignment, guidance, advancement and full recognition and adequate reward for services rendered. This is perhaps due to the difference in community customs and mores in regard to race in various parts of the nation and the world. These differences have often caused Negro citizens in uniform to feel more at home overseas than in his own home town. These matters are largely beyond the direct purview of the Department of Defense, said Evans. But even, so, marked progress is being made to clarify civilian-military relationships off duty and off post. While this work is still in the beginning stage, Evans reports some achievement which reflects great credit upon the American community and upon the commands immediately concerned. Minister Heads Interracial Congregation The St. Paul's Episcopal Church here has a new pastor. He is the Rev. Gerald F. Gilmore, white, former pastor of St. Paul's Episcopal Church in Yonkers, N. Y. who recently switched pulpits at the two Episcopal edifices. During his pastorate at the Yonkers church. Rev. Gilmore attended the World Council of Churches held in Evanston, Ill., last summer. While attending the Council, he wrote reports on the WCC meetings for the Associated Negro Press. REVIEWING THE NEWS BY WILLIAM GORDON Managing Editor, Atlanta Dally World The Day I Went To "Prison" From my door to the gates of the Atlanta Federal Prison takes only fifteen minutes by car. For some, it's only a matter of steps, taking only a few seconds to walk from freedom to confinement. So I went to prison, but strictly without compulsion. It was a, dreary and rainy day when I made the visit. The moment you move into the yard, you get the feeling that eyes are upon you from all directions, and this is completely without fallacy. Federal prisons in the United States are perhaps the most closely guarded institutions in the world. At least they fall into that category. I was met by a soft-spoken prison official, wearing civilian clothes. This helped somewhat. For his congeniality seemed to completely transform the atmosphere of a prison into a place of friendliness and warmth. This feeling was reaffirmed when I met some of the inmates, all of them people like you and me on the outside. They are there of course by some twist of fate, instead of being behind a desk, running a machine or managing a business. I say fate, because no one can really give the final answer it seems as to why some of us, take different roads and meet up with different distinctions. And this has been part of the history of mankind, all down through the centuries. I But there were other things which struck me. Aside from the grey wall, the huge gates that click behind you as you enter, and the careful routine followed by those who admit you, there were other things which search the human soul. Here, I saw young men with pleasant faces who give one the feeling that deep down within, there is honesty and fair play. Through their anxious and searching eyes, one could peer into the future and trace what has happened in the past to set these men on different, paths. There is a saying that behind Federal Prison walls, on a percapita basis you have a greater degree of literacy than in any other place of its size in the country. One is likely to believe this once he gets a chance to talk to inmates and try and answer their questions, a privilege which became mine during this visit. There were men, young and old who have a grasp on world problems. There were writers on the highest level and I can imagine there were lawyers, some of the most advanced breed and technicians who could match any on the outside today. Behind these grey, sometimes cold, and discouraging walls, dwell some of the America's best brain power. And as one goes through the place he begins to question himself—why are these people here, how did they get here? Of course there is no single answer, except that the major fault lies with society. There must be something inherently wrong with the way we do some things, something wrong with man-made programs and decisions which take the genius out of society where he can do the; most good. Somewhere along the way, we have failed these people. Maybe it's the way we look at human problems today, the way we handle simple local and community problems. Something must be deadly wrong when genius and good manpower are allowed to waste away. I got this feeling the day I went to "prison." BETWEEN THE LINES By DEAN GORDON B. HANCOCK For ANP The Southern whites of liberal persuasion constitute the most formidable group with which the segregationists have to deal. For it is common knowledge that when a Southerner becomes a convert to a cause, he goes all out and all the time and under all circumstances. There is no more vigorous defender of a cause than the Southerner, once he is committed. For years and years this writer has been contending that there is good will and moral decency in the South to save the interracial situation. It was contended that moral courage was the great requisite to complete interracial understanding in the South. The latant Negrophobes have long held sway and the demagogue has had a field day; but there were signs that latent moral courage is beginning to assert itself and the cause of better race relations is being wonderfully served. Lillian Smith with her vigorous writings is being heard with a conviction heretofore not so manifest Her Strange Fruit and her Killers of the Dream and her more recent Now is The Time are making a potent impression on the current situation. Now comes Mrs. Sarah Cotton Boyle of Charlottesville, Virginia, a Southerner to the manor born, with her challenging article of recent date in Saturday Evening Post declaring that Southerners will make integration. The opposition that Mrs. Boyles article stirred is easily one of its finest points. Her point of view bristles with moral challenge; the criticisms of her gainsayers are deep in prejudicial lore of the Old South that is currently dying a natural death. Mrs. Boyle's article looks toward 2055 AD and that of her critics hark back to 1855. The World nor the critical situations thereof cannot be saved by some nostalgic, formula devised by prejudiced human creatures who cannot bring themselves to realize that a Civil War has been fought and lost by those who take their greatest pride in feeling better than some of God's unfortunate children The South needs saving from these hapless creatures who specialize in trying to throw stumbling blocks in the way of fellow travelers. BILLY RAHAM By DEAN GORDON B. HANCOCK For ANP The Southern whites of liberal persuasion constitute the most formidable group with which the segregationists have to deal. For it is common knowledge that when a Southerner becomes a convert to a cause, he goes all out and all the time and under all circumstances. There is no more vigorous defender of a cause than the Southerner, once he is committed. For years and years this writer has been contending that there is good will and moral decency in the South to save the interracial situation. It was contended that moral courage was the great requisite to complete interracial understanding in the South. The latant Negrophobes have long held sway and the demagogue has had a field day; but there were signs that latent moral courage is beginning to assert itself and the cause of better race relations is being wonderfully served. Lillian Smith with her vigorous writings is being heard with a conviction heretofore not so manifest Her Strange Fruit and her Killers of the Dream and her more recent Now is The Time are making a potent impression on the current situation. Now comes Mrs. Sarah Cotton Boyle of Charlottesville, Virginia, a Southerner to the manor born, with her challenging article of recent date in Saturday Evening Post declaring that Southerners will make integration. The opposition that Mrs. Boyles article stirred is easily one of its finest points. Her point of view bristles with moral challenge; the criticisms of her gainsayers are deep in prejudicial lore of the Old South that is currently dying a natural death. Mrs. Boyle's article looks toward 2055 AD and that of her critics hark back to 1855. The World nor the critical situations thereof cannot be saved by some nostalgic, formula devised by prejudiced human creatures who cannot bring themselves to realize that a Civil War has been fought and lost by those who take their greatest pride in feeling better than some of God's unfortunate children The South needs saving from these hapless creatures who specialize in trying to throw stumbling blocks in the way of fellow travelers. Negro Teachers Told Not To Fear For Positions A spokesman for the National Association for the Advancement of Colored People said Friday that competent Negro teachers need not worry about losing their Jobs when public schools become non-segregated and that Negro teachers will instruct white children when integration goes into effect. The statements were made by John W. Davis, director of teacher information for the NAACP, at the 62nd annual convention of the Florida Negro State Teacher's Association. Dr. Davis told 2,000 Florida Negro teachers that a "Negro teacher who is not good enough to teach white children is not good enough to teach Negro children" and competent teachers should not have fears of losing their Jobs. Dr. Davis also declared that "a white teacher who refuses to teach Negro children has no business teaching in a Democracy." Florida Gov. Leroy Collins will address the convention today. Global Business Roundup The Federal Reserve Board reports this week that the general buying public is in a favorable frame of mindno scare, no uncertainty, just confidence. But caution is apparent, too. There is a lot of money going going into new homes and other good solid investments. Although there seems to be a slight dip in automobile sales, the cars being sold are slightly more costly. All in all, people expect to be making more money in the coming year, the Board reports. At least they don't expect to be making any less. The Louisville Buyers Guide, published by J. Benjamin Horton, has announced the formation of the Lincoln Motor Club in that city. The purpose of the organization is to provide reliable automobile service to persons regardless of race, and "will afford to these persons having found it difficult to join other organizations of similar status, convenient, friendly and reliable automobile club service" The introduction of frozen foods in huge quantities on the market has heretofore been regarded as a boon to the housewife; but it now clubs and the like, ore a virtual gold mine to such food processors. Operators of food concessions of all kinds seem to find that the lack of waste in the prepared frozen foods gives them a better chance to more closely estimate their food costs. In addition, the fact that the foods are ready to cook cuts the preparation time, all of which adds up to a sizeable saving over a period of a year. It has been estimated that out of every dollar spent in a restaurant, 45 cents covers the cost of food, 8 cents covers the cost of pre paration, and another 24 cents goes into the labor cost of getting the food to the table. It is easy to see, therefore, that the pie-processing of food substantially cuts the cost of operation. All of which points to the fact that the frozen food industry, already a billion-dollar affair, is going to get bigger and bigger. Tennessee State A. and I. University will open its 5th annual career conference Monday, March 21. James A. Farley, chairman of the Board of the Coca Cola Export Company mill deliver the keynote address The career conferences will continue through March 24, with many leaders from. Industry participating in the program. The Inheritors JANE ABBOTT copyright 1955, by Jone CHAPTER THIRTEEN CINDY spent a part of that morning planting the seeds Gary Norbeck had brought to her. She knew how to do it, for she had helped Brigit plant a strip of vegetable garden back of the apartment house. She had not found Gary Norbeck at the pool again. She told herself that he probably had other things he had to do. She would go again, this afternoon. She had heated a funny old iron she had found on a shelf and pressed out her blue shorts and her yellow blouse—she'd wear those. Though she wished tie would paint her in the white organdy dress Brigit had made for her graduation. Jennie thought or Tommy. She had not seen him or heard anything directly from him, since a day he had come into the bookshop. A rainy day—he had been bareheaded and his shoulders were wet, she had made hot tea for him on the little stove in the room back of the shop. He'd laughed at the bookshop. He had borrowed $25 from her. "Just a loan, Jenn. The banks are closed and I have to get on west tonight. I'll mail you my check." He'd gone, then. She had never got his check. Her thought went to Cindy. Tommy had not told her he had a daughter that day in the bookshop —even that he had married and that his wire had died. It was possible Hester was right In suspecting the gill's identity. But she Wanted no part in those suspicions. On arising late, this same morning, Hester round a note from Enid on the Kitchen table. "Warm water in kettle for your bath. Coffee made. Poke up fire to heat it, Am going for a long walk." Through the window, Hester saw Cindy at the pump, and she went jut to the yard. "When is your father coming?" she asked. Picking up her half-filled pail, Cindy answered guardedly, "I don't Know." "You don't know? You must Know something of his plans! Where is he?" "He goes all over—maybe he's somewhere out on the west coast now. He's in very important business." "What business?" "I don't know." With that Cindy walked off toward her own door. "You haven't been coached very well," said Hester coldly to Cindy's back. She returned to her wing, took a small notebook from a drawer of the chest in the bedroom, sat down with it at the table and wrote in it, word for word, the exchange of talk between the girl and her. She would have this and more reference when Robert Drew came. On another page she already had made a note of what Mrs. Dean had said about the man Norbeck appearing to have plenty of money to spend. She would see to it that she had more to write about him. Enid came in. Her usually pale face had a little color, her eyes a little aglow. "You must" have taken a long walk, darling. It's after 12." "It is? I took a cross road, down quite a bit—got lost coming back. I stopped at Gary Norbeck's cabin to ask the way." "Enid! That farmhand!" "I talked to him. And I'm going to be friends with Cindy. I'm going to talk to Gary Norbeck whenever I see him. And..." Enid paused as if she had to catch her breath. "I'm not going..." Hester lifted her hands in affected dismay. "Darling, please, no proclamations just now! I've had so many things to think about this morning, to plan—I'm exhausted." Wick Middleton spent the morning in Malone and a part of it in Judge Hicks' office. They were old friends. Wick told the judge of Jehosophat Trevett's will, that two of the heirs and the daughter of the third had arrived, bag and baggage, and taken possession, each of a part of the house, before, the will had gone through probate. "What was their hurry? I wouldn't say an estate like that— a farm and an old house—was worth such a rush!" "I've figured it out that each one had a reason for coming that has nothing to do with the property." Wick added: "That's just a guess on my part, of course." He knew it was no guess where Cindy was concerned but he could riot explain that to the judge. He spoke of an Idea he had of charging a nominal rent until such time as each one's right to be there was legally established. The judge smiled. "One way around your situation, Middleton. But what's holding up its going to probate?" "The third heir—a nephew, I haven't located him as yet." He did not go into his difficulties in that for to do so would betray Dan Dooley's confidence. He said: "I expect to very soon." Reasonably he did; he had written to Dan Dooley, urging him to get the waiver to Thomas Todd in some way and without delay. He had enclosed his own check to cover whatever expenses. Dan might have to meet. "Interesting..." commented Judge Hicks. "I'd like a copy of this will, Middleton, after the estate is all settled. I'm collecting copies of eccentric wills and this is a fine example. You knew old Trevett—you say you wrote this will for him. What was in his mind, do you think?" Wick said: "I think he loved that land of his—wanted it to go to the one who loved It, too—as he said, "who'd live peaceable on it." "So he thought out this way to find out! Which one will you bet on, Wick?" Wick laughed. "It's a little too soon to place bets on it." "Well, Wick, your summer isn't going to be dull, my boy! And look for a story in it to pass on to me for my collection." Nettie asked Wick, at noon: "Going up to the Trevett place this afternoon?" "I hadn't thought of it." "Well, you could take those cats up to that child. Probably she's lonesome." "Child," thought Wick. "She didn't lose any time in picking up Norbeck!" But he decided to deliver the cats, question Cindy. Perhaps she knew something of her father's whereabouts. "And Wick, why don't you bring them all back here for supper? I've that cold lamb and there's fresh asparagus in the garden, and I can make a strawberry shortcake..." "Hold, Net! All of them, you said? Gary Norbeck, too?" Nettie said: "Of course not him. And I don't see any reason for you to laugh. They probably haven't had a real honest meal since they got there. I'll call Jim Meese, ask him over. His housekeeper's got, arthritis so badly she can't set one foot to the floor, He's been cooking for himself." "Go ahead, ask Jim over. But the Trevetts—because I have them oh my neck is no reason you should load them on yours!" "Wick, I don't know what's got into you! You never used to be so hard!" "Time I changed, maybe. I'll come back from the office in a couple of hours. Can you have the animals ready for me to deliver?" "It won't take me five minutes to go over and get them. I'll put them in a pillow case. I'll send a can of salmon along for them." DUKE ELLINGTON TO GIVE BENEFIT PERFORMANCE AT FAMCEE Duke Ellington, internationally famous jazz composer and orchestra leader, will give two benefit concerts at Florida A. and M. University on April 2, Sheldon Cole, an official of the local chapter of the sponsoring Omega Psi Phi fraternity, announced last week.