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1956-12-19
Raymond F. Tisby

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Let The Church Take Hold Of This
"Golden Years" Project
Quite fittingly has such a title been applied to the efforts
of two Alabama church projects, designed to furnish low house
rent facilities for those in the evening of life, that they may pass
on down the scene gracefully and assuredly that security will
attend the last of the days of their years m this earth.
While such a move on the part of the church is not exactly
new, there is in the novelty of the Alabama churches something
new in the method by which funds would be obtained for the
effort.
The Methodist and the Episcopalian denominations are heading 
up this latest plan. Already over one third of the funds pledged 
by the Episcopalian group has been paid in. By the did of the
Hill-Burton Act funds and other federal appropriations, the plan
it to construct a housing running into the millions.
No more laudable undertaking has been advanced anywhere
by the church than this golden years project. The church is in
line to cooperate with the housing authorities in its entry into a
real constructive program.
We ore badly underhoused; the housing facilities are far
from being adequate and with the church taking its end of the
tote it is certain that much of the housing tension will be eased.
Public institutions as they are, the church is in woeful need
of some tangible earthly benefits in its program. The advocating
and selling of eternal life with homes "not made of hands" might
be alright, but the enlistment of those students of finer relations
and those believers in realities in a program which will provide
here on earth homes made with hands, would enhance the claim
of the church on those Christian and public spirited ones upon
whom it must depend for its existence.
Let other denominations and churches catch the spirit of
these two church organizations and lend a hand to those deserving 
ones who mode practically their total investment in the
advancement and expansion of the church.
This is a safe and sound prononcement, and progressive
church movements are bound to follow suit.

MY WEEKLY
SERMON
REV. BLAIR HUNT
PASTOR
MISSISSIPPI BLVD. CHRISTIAN
CHURCH, MEMPHIS

We are starting on a journey
from our hometown to Bethlehem
of Judea. Just a few more days to
shop.. just a few more" days to
prepare for Christmas What a feverish 
last minute preparation many
are making for this journey to
Bethlehem.
Some will not reach Bethlehem
They will stop on the road. They
will deviate. They will never see
the Baby, Jesus.
Let us prepare to see the manger
cradled-babe. Let us prepare for
Christmas that we may reach Bethlehem 
to behold the gates of another 
world open up and hear
singing from on high.
God, our heavenly Father, prepared 
for Christmas. "When the
fullness of time was come, God
sent forth his son made a woman, 
a virgin irreproachable."
God prepared a body for Christmas... 
a body, human as well as
divine, a body so human, it got
tired so human it got thirsty and
hungry so human it had to sleep
... so human it shed tears. Yes,
God prepared for the world's first
Christmas. He prepared a body for
Jesus.
God prepared a nation, the Jewish 
nation, a strategically, geographically 
located .. a land free
from idolatry.
For the first Christmas God prepared 
a mother. God prepared
Mary "And the angel said unto
her, fear not Mary, for thou hast
found favor with God, and behold
thou shalt conceive in thy womb.
and bring forth a son, and shall
call his name Jesus." God was preparing 
a mother for Christmas.
How: do we prepare for Christmas? 
What does Christmas mean?
Today the merchants are happy
We wonder if the angels are happy
as they behold us preparing for
Christmas. We wonder how much
money will be spent for hard liquor
We wonder how many Bibles will
be given in the guise of presents.
Men are taking Christ out of
Christmas.
Have you taken the Christ out
of Christmas and made it 'X-mas'?
If so you will never see the Babe
of Bethlehem on December 25th
You know "X-mas," emphasizing
the "X' means the unknown and
Christ will be unknown to you, for
you will not arrive in Bethlehem
of Judea. And Jews will not be
born in your heart.
Prepare for a spiritual Christmas. 
Then you will not "spend"
Christmas You will "keep Christmas." 
Let us prepare to keep
Christmas in all of its ancient
loveliness. Keep it in the sanctuary
of our hearts.
Prepare for a spiritual Christmas,
not a paganistic commercial Xmas
A paganistic, commercial Xmas
means "get it now while the getting
is good," A paganistic, commercial

Xmas means drunken brawls,
thousands of accidents, thousands
sent to the hospital, scores of people 
killed. A paganistic, commercial 
Xmas means a carnival of
mirth for the imps of hell.
Let us prepare for a spiritual
Christmas. Let us reach Bethlehem
of Judea on December 25th and
gaze into the baby face of Jesus
and sing forth "Joy to the world,
the Lord has come" Let us join
that choir that sang "Peace on
earth, good will to men."
Let us prepare to meet God on
Christmas morning and gaze into
the face of Jesus Prepare now to
go to Bethlehem of Judea "Let
us go now even unto Bethlehem,
and see this thine which is come
to pass, which the Lord hath made
known unto us." Luke 2:15.
Prepare for Christmas by preparing 
the heart, the mind, and
the experience, and Christmas
will take on a new beauty and
meaning you had never known before. 


Poetry Mart
By Mabel Kelly Wright
(Widow of Fr. E. M. M. Wright)

A HAPPY DAY
By Mabel Kelly Wright
(Widow of Fr. E. M. M. Wright)

LIFE AND ME
By Mabel Kelly Wright
(Widow of Fr. E. M. M. Wright)

THE BLONDE
DIED DANCING
by KELLEY ROOS
From the Dodd, Mead & Co. novel Copyright &copy 1949 by William and Andrey Kelley Roos. &copy 1956 by Kelley Roos.
Distributed by King Features Syndicate.
Casson Duker, a well-to-do amateur 
detective is intrigued by Henry
Lockyer, a stolid banker, getting
drunk before dinner at their club,
Casson's curiosity compels him to
find out why the normally lightdrinking 
Lockyer is acting in such
a manner Lockyer tells Casson he
had been blackmailed by an-ordinary
looking little man named Bagot who
threatened to ruin his reputation
Bagot promises not to bother him
again Lockyer tells Casson he will
not testify against Bagot if he is
arrested. One thing distinguishes the
insignificant Bagot. He paused to
admire a piece of Roman sculpture
in Lockyer's house. Casson thinks
this interest may trap him Casson
goes to his friend George Strutt a
police superintendent for help Strutt
becomes interested in the case. Later,
Casson meets another friend Nigel
Willington an antique dealer and
asks him to check his sales records
of Roman sculpture for possible
lead? Meanwhile, Strutt has dug up
a similar case from the police files.
THE next morning there arrived 
from Nigel Willington's
office a large, flat envelope full
of catalogues of approaching auctions. 
Rapidly Casson skimmed
through them, searching for any
offer of Roman antiquities. But
there was little. Caisson threw
them into a bottom drawer of his,
desk. They were quite useless.
On Monday morning he drove
straight to Willington's. When
he got there he found Nigel
standing in the middle of the
showroom, contemplating with a
vacant stare a magnificent cabinet. 

"I want you to buy me a bust,"
said Casson, "First century Roman." 

"For the malefactor?" Nigel
queried, his fingertips searching
along the sides of the cabinet.
Casson nodded.
"It'll cost you a bit."
"I won't lose. I want you to
sell it for me. At Christie's With
enough publicity."
Nigel trowned at the 'cabinet.
"Why?"
"To attract a criminal."
"It's nice to Know when one's
barmy, Nigel observed, mildly.
"I suppose you do, eh?"
"Not in the slightest. I'm entirety 
logical. The only thing I
can lost is a gamble on a guess.
It wouldn't be the first time."
"No Not me. I'm not going to
buy this piece. I guess it's a copy,.
But I'll get you your bust. Come
and dine next Saturday. We've
got a cook, and Sally would love
to see you."
In the course of the week, Casson 
received his book back from
Strutt. Inside the parcel was a
note which said:

Casson grinned as he tore up
the note, Strutt delighted to
needle him.
Nigel produced a bust for Casson's 
inspection when he dined in
Stafford Terrace that Saturday.
"Is it genuine?" Casson asked.
"I think so," Nigel replied. "At
least Heskett says so and he
should know. I haven't the faintest 
idea."
Casson could not bear to leave
the statue with Nigel over the
week-end. He took it back to his
flat and set it up on the table
where the lilac had been. He
was vastly pleaded.
Willington's had arranged for
the bust to be auctioned by Chrislies 
in three weeks' time. Casson 
wailed patiently while the
Brat three weeks of May went by
and then, as the day of the auction 
approached, the excitement
of the gamble look hold of him
again.
He went down to Christie's
early on the Friday of the auction 
securing a perch on the
window seat by the auctioneer's
desk, from which point of vantage 
he could see the fates of
the buyers. He began selecting
faces from the crowd, face and
ages to suit Bagot — if he were
there. He found seven which
might fit and drew a rough seating 
plan of the room on the back
of his programme, marking in
with crosses the seven possible
people. He scribbled on the top
of the programme: "Do you know
any of these?" and paused it
to Nigel.
Nigel identified three of the
men as dealers or dealers' agents.
A fourth was a known collector.
Casson was reasonably sure
that none of these could be his
man. He fell instinctively that
Bagot was not a dealer. He
turned over a page and wrote.
"Has any of them an accent?"
The reply was swift: "Yes. The
collector. He is a Pole." That left
three men.
The auctioneer came to the
bust. It was placed on a high
table for all to see. Casson gave
it the, merest glance.
The bidding opined slowly. It
spurted for twenty pounds, then
languished. But Casson had time
to catch the flick of the programme 
from the new bidder and
his heart sank.
Bagot had not come to his lure.
Instead it was a woman, welldressed 
in black, a diamond clip
in the lapel of her coat, a small,

expensive hat.
The bidding showed again.
"Do you want your bust?
Nigel asked.
"Yes," Casson whispered back.
"I do."
Nigel flickered his programme.
The bidding rose ten pounds. The
woman followed the price up.
Then she stopped. The hammer
fell. The bust went to Willington's. 

Two bronze statuettes were up
on the table. Seventeenth century. 
One of the possible Bagots
was bidding.
He must be in his late forties,
an ordinary man with mousecoloured 
hair and a cheap brown
suit. He wore gold-rimmed spectacles. 
His gaze was fixed on the
auctioneer.
The bidding went up in lives
and his programme flickered, to
keep it rising. Casson stared at
him, fascinated.
"Ever seem him?" he whispered 
to Nigel.
"No."
At last the bidding slowed and
slopped. The last gesture had
been from the- flickered programme. 

"Sold!" announced the auctioneer,' 
He pointed to the man in
the brown suit and asked his
name. The man muttered something 
which Casson could not
hear, wrote on a slip of paper
and passed it up to the clerk.
Casson drew on his programme
a heavy arrow pointing to the
cross which marked the man's
position, handed the card to Nigel
and whispered:
"Watch him. Hear him speak
if you can. Come out when he
leaves and tell me" I'll be in the
car. In St. James's Place."
It was half-an-hour before they
appeared. The inconspicuous 
man came first, carrying a parcel 
in brown paper. He looked
round, then walked towards St.
James's Street.
Nigel strolled over to the car,
lighting his pipe.
"He paid for it in notes," he
remarked to Casson. "Wanted
to take it away at once."
"Did you hear his voice?"
"Yes."
"Was it common'?"
"A trace of accent."
Casson started the engine and
drove towards St James's. At the
end of the street a slim figure
in a brown suit was signaling for
a taxi.


SYNOPSIS
by KELLEY ROOS
From the Dodd, Mead & Co. novel Copyright &copy 1949 by William and Andrey Kelley Roos. &copy 1956 by Kelley Roos.
Distributed by King Features Syndicate.
Casson Duker, a well-to-do amateur 
detective is intrigued by Henry
Lockyer, a stolid banker, getting
drunk before dinner at their club,
Casson's curiosity compels him to
find out why the normally lightdrinking 
Lockyer is acting in such
a manner Lockyer tells Casson he
had been blackmailed by an-ordinary
looking little man named Bagot who
threatened to ruin his reputation
Bagot promises not to bother him
again Lockyer tells Casson he will
not testify against Bagot if he is
arrested. One thing distinguishes the
insignificant Bagot. He paused to
admire a piece of Roman sculpture
in Lockyer's house. Casson thinks
this interest may trap him Casson
goes to his friend George Strutt a
police superintendent for help Strutt
becomes interested in the case. Later,
Casson meets another friend Nigel
Willington an antique dealer and
asks him to check his sales records
of Roman sculpture for possible
lead? Meanwhile, Strutt has dug up
a similar case from the police files.
THE next morning there arrived 
from Nigel Willington's
office a large, flat envelope full
of catalogues of approaching auctions. 
Rapidly Casson skimmed
through them, searching for any
offer of Roman antiquities. But
there was little. Caisson threw
them into a bottom drawer of his,
desk. They were quite useless.
On Monday morning he drove
straight to Willington's. When
he got there he found Nigel
standing in the middle of the
showroom, contemplating with a
vacant stare a magnificent cabinet. 

"I want you to buy me a bust,"
said Casson, "First century Roman." 

"For the malefactor?" Nigel
queried, his fingertips searching
along the sides of the cabinet.
Casson nodded.
"It'll cost you a bit."
"I won't lose. I want you to
sell it for me. At Christie's With
enough publicity."
Nigel trowned at the 'cabinet.
"Why?"
"To attract a criminal."
"It's nice to Know when one's
barmy, Nigel observed, mildly.
"I suppose you do, eh?"
"Not in the slightest. I'm entirety 
logical. The only thing I
can lost is a gamble on a guess.
It wouldn't be the first time."
"No Not me. I'm not going to
buy this piece. I guess it's a copy,.
But I'll get you your bust. Come
and dine next Saturday. We've
got a cook, and Sally would love
to see you."
In the course of the week, Casson 
received his book back from
Strutt. Inside the parcel was a
note which said:

Casson grinned as he tore up
the note, Strutt delighted to
needle him.
Nigel produced a bust for Casson's 
inspection when he dined in
Stafford Terrace that Saturday.
"Is it genuine?" Casson asked.
"I think so," Nigel replied. "At
least Heskett says so and he
should know. I haven't the faintest 
idea."
Casson could not bear to leave
the statue with Nigel over the
week-end. He took it back to his
flat and set it up on the table
where the lilac had been. He
was vastly pleaded.
Willington's had arranged for
the bust to be auctioned by Chrislies 
in three weeks' time. Casson 
wailed patiently while the
Brat three weeks of May went by
and then, as the day of the auction 
approached, the excitement
of the gamble look hold of him
again.
He went down to Christie's
early on the Friday of the auction 
securing a perch on the
window seat by the auctioneer's
desk, from which point of vantage 
he could see the fates of
the buyers. He began selecting
faces from the crowd, face and
ages to suit Bagot — if he were
there. He found seven which
might fit and drew a rough seating 
plan of the room on the back
of his programme, marking in
with crosses the seven possible
people. He scribbled on the top
of the programme: "Do you know
any of these?" and paused it
to Nigel.
Nigel identified three of the
men as dealers or dealers' agents.
A fourth was a known collector.
Casson was reasonably sure
that none of these could be his
man. He fell instinctively that
Bagot was not a dealer. He
turned over a page and wrote.
"Has any of them an accent?"
The reply was swift: "Yes. The
collector. He is a Pole." That left
three men.
The auctioneer came to the
bust. It was placed on a high
table for all to see. Casson gave
it the, merest glance.
The bidding opined slowly. It
spurted for twenty pounds, then
languished. But Casson had time
to catch the flick of the programme 
from the new bidder and
his heart sank.
Bagot had not come to his lure.
Instead it was a woman, welldressed 
in black, a diamond clip
in the lapel of her coat, a small,

expensive hat.
The bidding showed again.
"Do you want your bust?
Nigel asked.
"Yes," Casson whispered back.
"I do."
Nigel flickered his programme.
The bidding rose ten pounds. The
woman followed the price up.
Then she stopped. The hammer
fell. The bust went to Willington's. 

Two bronze statuettes were up
on the table. Seventeenth century. 
One of the possible Bagots
was bidding.
He must be in his late forties,
an ordinary man with mousecoloured 
hair and a cheap brown
suit. He wore gold-rimmed spectacles. 
His gaze was fixed on the
auctioneer.
The bidding went up in lives
and his programme flickered, to
keep it rising. Casson stared at
him, fascinated.
"Ever seem him?" he whispered 
to Nigel.
"No."
At last the bidding slowed and
slopped. The last gesture had
been from the- flickered programme. 

"Sold!" announced the auctioneer,' 
He pointed to the man in
the brown suit and asked his
name. The man muttered something 
which Casson could not
hear, wrote on a slip of paper
and passed it up to the clerk.
Casson drew on his programme
a heavy arrow pointing to the
cross which marked the man's
position, handed the card to Nigel
and whispered:
"Watch him. Hear him speak
if you can. Come out when he
leaves and tell me" I'll be in the
car. In St. James's Place."
It was half-an-hour before they
appeared. The inconspicuous 
man came first, carrying a parcel 
in brown paper. He looked
round, then walked towards St.
James's Street.
Nigel strolled over to the car,
lighting his pipe.
"He paid for it in notes," he
remarked to Casson. "Wanted
to take it away at once."
"Did you hear his voice?"
"Yes."
"Was it common'?"
"A trace of accent."
Casson started the engine and
drove towards St James's. At the
end of the street a slim figure
in a brown suit was signaling for
a taxi.


CHAPTER 6
by KELLEY ROOS
From the Dodd, Mead & Co. novel Copyright &copy 1949 by William and Andrey Kelley Roos. &copy 1956 by Kelley Roos.
Distributed by King Features Syndicate.
Casson Duker, a well-to-do amateur 
detective is intrigued by Henry
Lockyer, a stolid banker, getting
drunk before dinner at their club,
Casson's curiosity compels him to
find out why the normally lightdrinking 
Lockyer is acting in such
a manner Lockyer tells Casson he
had been blackmailed by an-ordinary
looking little man named Bagot who
threatened to ruin his reputation
Bagot promises not to bother him
again Lockyer tells Casson he will
not testify against Bagot if he is
arrested. One thing distinguishes the
insignificant Bagot. He paused to
admire a piece of Roman sculpture
in Lockyer's house. Casson thinks
this interest may trap him Casson
goes to his friend George Strutt a
police superintendent for help Strutt
becomes interested in the case. Later,
Casson meets another friend Nigel
Willington an antique dealer and
asks him to check his sales records
of Roman sculpture for possible
lead? Meanwhile, Strutt has dug up
a similar case from the police files.
THE next morning there arrived 
from Nigel Willington's
office a large, flat envelope full
of catalogues of approaching auctions. 
Rapidly Casson skimmed
through them, searching for any
offer of Roman antiquities. But
there was little. Caisson threw
them into a bottom drawer of his,
desk. They were quite useless.
On Monday morning he drove
straight to Willington's. When
he got there he found Nigel
standing in the middle of the
showroom, contemplating with a
vacant stare a magnificent cabinet. 

"I want you to buy me a bust,"
said Casson, "First century Roman." 

"For the malefactor?" Nigel
queried, his fingertips searching
along the sides of the cabinet.
Casson nodded.
"It'll cost you a bit."
"I won't lose. I want you to
sell it for me. At Christie's With
enough publicity."
Nigel trowned at the 'cabinet.
"Why?"
"To attract a criminal."
"It's nice to Know when one's
barmy, Nigel observed, mildly.
"I suppose you do, eh?"
"Not in the slightest. I'm entirety 
logical. The only thing I
can lost is a gamble on a guess.
It wouldn't be the first time."
"No Not me. I'm not going to
buy this piece. I guess it's a copy,.
But I'll get you your bust. Come
and dine next Saturday. We've
got a cook, and Sally would love
to see you."
In the course of the week, Casson 
received his book back from
Strutt. Inside the parcel was a
note which said:

Casson grinned as he tore up
the note, Strutt delighted to
needle him.
Nigel produced a bust for Casson's 
inspection when he dined in
Stafford Terrace that Saturday.
"Is it genuine?" Casson asked.
"I think so," Nigel replied. "At
least Heskett says so and he
should know. I haven't the faintest 
idea."
Casson could not bear to leave
the statue with Nigel over the
week-end. He took it back to his
flat and set it up on the table
where the lilac had been. He
was vastly pleaded.
Willington's had arranged for
the bust to be auctioned by Chrislies 
in three weeks' time. Casson 
wailed patiently while the
Brat three weeks of May went by
and then, as the day of the auction 
approached, the excitement
of the gamble look hold of him
again.
He went down to Christie's
early on the Friday of the auction 
securing a perch on the
window seat by the auctioneer's
desk, from which point of vantage 
he could see the fates of
the buyers. He began selecting
faces from the crowd, face and
ages to suit Bagot — if he were
there. He found seven which
might fit and drew a rough seating 
plan of the room on the back
of his programme, marking in
with crosses the seven possible
people. He scribbled on the top
of the programme: "Do you know
any of these?" and paused it
to Nigel.
Nigel identified three of the
men as dealers or dealers' agents.
A fourth was a known collector.
Casson was reasonably sure
that none of these could be his
man. He fell instinctively that
Bagot was not a dealer. He
turned over a page and wrote.
"Has any of them an accent?"
The reply was swift: "Yes. The
collector. He is a Pole." That left
three men.
The auctioneer came to the
bust. It was placed on a high
table for all to see. Casson gave
it the, merest glance.
The bidding opined slowly. It
spurted for twenty pounds, then
languished. But Casson had time
to catch the flick of the programme 
from the new bidder and
his heart sank.
Bagot had not come to his lure.
Instead it was a woman, welldressed 
in black, a diamond clip
in the lapel of her coat, a small,

expensive hat.
The bidding showed again.
"Do you want your bust?
Nigel asked.
"Yes," Casson whispered back.
"I do."
Nigel flickered his programme.
The bidding rose ten pounds. The
woman followed the price up.
Then she stopped. The hammer
fell. The bust went to Willington's. 

Two bronze statuettes were up
on the table. Seventeenth century. 
One of the possible Bagots
was bidding.
He must be in his late forties,
an ordinary man with mousecoloured 
hair and a cheap brown
suit. He wore gold-rimmed spectacles. 
His gaze was fixed on the
auctioneer.
The bidding went up in lives
and his programme flickered, to
keep it rising. Casson stared at
him, fascinated.
"Ever seem him?" he whispered 
to Nigel.
"No."
At last the bidding slowed and
slopped. The last gesture had
been from the- flickered programme. 

"Sold!" announced the auctioneer,' 
He pointed to the man in
the brown suit and asked his
name. The man muttered something 
which Casson could not
hear, wrote on a slip of paper
and passed it up to the clerk.
Casson drew on his programme
a heavy arrow pointing to the
cross which marked the man's
position, handed the card to Nigel
and whispered:
"Watch him. Hear him speak
if you can. Come out when he
leaves and tell me" I'll be in the
car. In St. James's Place."
It was half-an-hour before they
appeared. The inconspicuous 
man came first, carrying a parcel 
in brown paper. He looked
round, then walked towards St.
James's Street.
Nigel strolled over to the car,
lighting his pipe.
"He paid for it in notes," he
remarked to Casson. "Wanted
to take it away at once."
"Did you hear his voice?"
"Yes."
"Was it common'?"
"A trace of accent."
Casson started the engine and
drove towards St James's. At the
end of the street a slim figure
in a brown suit was signaling for
a taxi.


MEALTIME MELODIES!
BY LEODA GAMMON
GLAMORIZING YOUR
HOLIDAY TURKEY
Let that left-over holiday turkey
take on new importance at your
table in this creamed turkey dish
served over waffles. All family members, 
young or old, will join in
their enthusiasm for your main
dish when you glamorize your
waffle recipe with this nutritious
and tasty creamed turkey combination. 

A few toasted almonds for a,
special surprise, and a bit of mincedparsley 
for color, give that extra 
bit of mystery and texture as
each one takes his first-taste. With
these additions to your holiday

four, you are
bound to receive
favorable comment 
from your
entire family, or
from your guests
the might you decide 
not to buy
anything special
Your family and
guest may rest
assured of receiving 
their recommended 
share of
milk nutrients for
the day when a one dish meal with
a generous amount of milk is included. 
For variety in your menu
planning try this hot creamed
turkey with a conked cranberry
garnish.

1-4 cup butter
2 tablespoons minced onion
1-2 cup diced celery
1-3 cup flour
1 teaspoon salt
1-8 teaspoon pepper
2 1-2 cups milk
2 cups diced, cooked turkey
1-2 cup slivered, toasted almonds
2 tablespoons minced parsley
6 waffles
Melt butter, add onion and celery
and cook over low heat until tender
but not brown Blend in flour and
seasonings. Add milk and cook until
mixture boils and thickens, stirring 
constantly. Stir in turkey, almonds, 
and parsley and heat, thoroughly. 
Serve waffles with hot
warned turkey, garnished with a
few whole cooked cranberries Makes
6 servings.

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Dixon. commissioner of publicity
and J. P. Henning, commissioner
of health and safety.
The Independent slate ran no
council president candidate, but
candidates John Taylor, vice president; 
Charles Gray second vice;
Sammil Lee Perkins, third vice;
Jacquelyn Washburn recording
secretary, Bernice Dickerson, financial 
secretary; Sidney Howard,
treasurer, Joseph Jackson, chaplain; 
Willie Cooper, business manager; 
Clarence Boyle, parliamentarian; 
Ada C. Lee, commissioner 
of publicity, and Larry Peeples,
commissioner of student activity,
were offered to the voters.
The outcome of the election was
not known at presstime.
The Washington Student Council 
is sponsored by Mrs. Beulah M.
Williams Prof. Blair T. Hunt is
school principal.

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cil, and Carl Mays of Clinton, that
the book 'Great American Negroes" 
be removed from the North
Clinton elementary school library
Supt. John E. Cox said the book
was on the State Education department's 
approved list and would
remain in the library.

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Rev. M. L. King Jr. Says New
Negro Is Rising In The South
A" new Negro has emerged in the
South today, a Negro capable of
decisive, united action. Dr. Martin 
Luther King, Jr., leader of the
Montgomery bus boycott, stated at
the United Negro College Fund
symposium in Hunter College Assembly 
Hall, last week. The Hon.
Chester Bowles former United
States Ambassador to India, was
the principal forum speaker, and
Dr. King was one of four Negro
leaders who took part in a panel
discussion, "The Negro Southerner
Speaks."
"The Negro in the South has
taken a new look at himself." Dr.
King said, "With his migration to
urban centers and the improvement 
of his: educatioal and economic 
status, he has re-evaluated
his position. No longer cowed by
threats and intimidations, his attitude 
is a reflection 6f the sense
of dignity being gained by colored
peoples throughout the world today." 

Mr. Bowl likened the 27-yearold 
Dr. King's successful leadership 
to that of Mohandas K. Gandhi, 
in his address on some inter
national 
aspects of race relations.
"As Gandhi appealed to the basic
decency, honesty and democratic
spirit of the British. so great new
Negro leaders will now appeal to
the conscience and the decency of
their white neighbors throughout
the South," Mr Bowles said. "Eventually 
the day will come, and I
do not believe it is now far distant 
when American law will protect 
all Americans against discrimination 
on the basis of race, or
creed, or color, and we may live
with each other in understanding
and peace.
"When this great day comes it
will be the courageous, democratic
spirit of Gandhi and such men as
Luther King which has made this
new freedom possible, and it will
have been achieved in the finest
tradition of the human race," Mi
Bowles stated.
Dr. Rufus E. Clement, of the Atlanta 
Board d Education the first
Negro elected to public office in
Atlanta since Reconstruction, emphasized 
that the Negro has made
all his gains in this country with
in 
the framework of the law, President 
of Atlanta University, one
of the Fund's 31 member school
Dr. Clement was a member of 
Forum's discussion panel.
Dr William J. L. Wallace, president 
of West Virginia State College
the first fully-integrated state college 
in the South: John H. Wheeler, 
Negro attorney of North Carolina, 
who has argued segregation
cases before the U. S. Supreme
Court, and Dr. King also served as
panel discussants.
August Heckscher, director of the
Twentieth Century Fund, Quincy
Howe, ABC commentator, and Carl
Rowan, Negro author and staff
writer for the Minneapolis Tribune
interviewed the panel members.
The symposium was the eighth in
a series inaugurated by the United
Negro College Fund in 1949. Whitney 
North Seymour, former president 
of the Association of the Bar
of the City of New York, headed
the volunteer committee. Sponsors,
in addition to the Fund, included
the New York City clubs of twelve
college groups: Barnard, Bennington. 
Bryn Mawr, City College of
New York, Mt. Holyoke, Oberlin,
Radcliffe, Sarah Lawrence, S
Vassar, Wellesley and the Am
can Association of University Women. 


"I like the New Bus System...

Shown boarding the bus is Peter
Hutchins, who lives at 335 Ayers
St. and rides the bus regularly to
his job at a downtown bank.
"Personally, as far as I am concerned," 
he says, "I find the new
bus system perfectly satisfactory."
And he has a word of good advice
for other bus riders: "If people
would just find out exactly which
bus they should take-and then

get a schedule for that bus they'd 
know when their bus was
due, and wouldn't have to wait."
You, too, will like vow bus company's 
"new look." Just remember
most route numbers have been
changed, and route names indicate 
the final destination of the
bus. Learn the route number and
designation of your route . . and
if in doubt call your bus company
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Jesus puts it more simply when
he said "The Kingdom of heaven
is within you." We have all heard
these magic words hundreds of
times, so often 111 fact that their
terrific impact escapes us. The
Kingdom of heaven? The realm of
love and poise. The splendor of
God himself with all its cleansing
healing power? The answer is YES
it is there! That is exactly what
Jesus said and meant.
little children have it. (Matt.
18:3-5) You have it too. If you
want to know how to bring it out
call at Vance Avenue Branch of
Cossitt Library today and call for
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"The Kingdom of Heaven is within
you."
BY


We can thank God that the splendor 
within Angela Morgan was not
to be denied expression just because 
certain editors were blind to
the truth and beauty of her lines.
She was young and totally unknown 
when she wrote them, and
so she received many rejection slips
that she was tempted to give up
hope of finding a publisher but
one day Mark Twain gave her a
kind act of encouragement and released 
something inside of her and
gave her a chance, a good deed
for which she was always grateful.
Have you an inner splendor that
needs outward expression? All of

us have, this imprisoned splendor
within us. We are like the power in
an atom about which they are always 
talking in scientific circles
these days. We may not understand 
what they mean when they
speak in terms of a split electron,
but we all understand when some
one talks of a hidden power, an
imprisoned splendor in human beings. 

Jesus puts it more simply when
he said "The Kingdom of heaven
is within you." We have all heard
these magic words hundreds of
times, so often 111 fact that their
terrific impact escapes us. The
Kingdom of heaven? The realm of
love and poise. The splendor of
God himself with all its cleansing
healing power? The answer is YES
it is there! That is exactly what
Jesus said and meant.
little children have it. (Matt.
18:3-5) You have it too. If you
want to know how to bring it out
call at Vance Avenue Branch of
Cossitt Library today and call for
THE INNER SPLENDOR by DUNNINGTON. 


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