Memphis World Memphis World Publishing Co. 1958-03-22 Thaddeus T. Stokes MEMPHIS WORLD AMERICA'S STANDARD RACE JOURNAL The South's Oldest and Leading Colored Semi-Weekly Newspaper Published by MEMPHIS 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 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. Orchids For Negro Newspapers The long stretch from John Russwurm's modest effort at Journalism in another era; when the crusade for Negro freedom was in flower, to the present day, when Negro journalism has gained daily proportions, is being extolled in this Negro Press Week. Hardly a home in America is without that pride for the struggle of the Negro press. The press is the bedrock of our civilization. It has long been a crusader for high morals, wholesome government and the freedom of men everywhere. The press was the foremost agency which brought about the full meaning of the Constitution of the United States through the emancipation of the Negro and the enactment of the 14th and 15th Amendments to the Constitution, without which America Would never have been completed as a Democracy in fact. When the Negro press came upon the scene, it was for this cause and to that task it was dedicated. Ever since those early times of John Russwurm, Daniel A. Payne and other Negro pioneers in the field of journalism, the Negro press has been genuinely and intensely American. It has lent its breath and talents to the upholding of those principles enunciated by Thomas Jefferson in the Declaration of Independence and rededicated at Gettysburg by Abraham Lincoln. Thusly we hail Negro Press Week and join in that grand constellation making bright these elements by which civilization seeks a lasting peace. The celebration commemorating this golden epoch is highly becoming and those curators of the Fourth Estate are not without the just appreciation and unstinted support of their fellow countrymen. An Important Understudy For The Presidency Of The United States The evolution of the Vice-Presidency of this country is rightfully in keeping with the progressive aspects of a country well on its way to the heights realized by the foremost powers of yesteryears. Originally, what was looked upon as a fifth-wheel in government, something like an appendix, is now regarded as what it really is—just one heart-beat from the Presidency. As of late care has been taken to fill this office with such an individual as the Presidency would become; one equally as fit as the top man on the ticket. It was possibly John Tyler, the first Vice-President to take the oath of office as President upon the death of a President. The next was Andrew Johnson who was called to the office upon the death of President Lincoln. Following in their order were Chester A. McArthur, who took office upon the assassination of President Garfield; Theodore Roosevelt, took office upon the assassination of President McKinley; Calvin Coolidge succeeded the late Warren G. Harden; Harry S. Truman succeeded Franklin D. Roosevelt who died in the interim of his fourth term. The first, Vice-President Tyler did not come up to the expectations of what the country demanded at that time; the next, Johnson was so unfortunate as to be impeached, and was saved from losing office by a single vote; Chester McArthur who carried out Garfield's term is remembered only as one of the Presidents of the United States; only Theodore Roosevelt, Calvin Coolidge and Harry Truman were elected in their own right after the expiration of their active terms. it is significant in that the evolution in choice of Vice-Presidents, which enabled holders of the office to get elected in their own right, followed in the cases of the last three. Theodore Roosevelt, Republican is regarded in history as overshadowing his predecessor, William McKinley by leaps and bounds. This would also go for Calvin Coolidge, in comparison with Warren G. Harding. While this could not be said of Harry S. Truman when paired up with Franklin D. Roosevelt, it can be truthfully said that he made an enviable record in the office. From here it is apparent that Vice-President Richard M. Nixon would measure well as one of the Vice-Presidents who would fit in this modern evolution of things; that he could get both the nomination of the Republican party and the election as President of the United States within his own right. It is well that care is being exercised in the selection of men for this important office. As such, it should no longer seem an unprofitable and long drawn out maneuver in order to get one to accept the office. It is now taking on the aspect as the one sure route to the Presidency. This enhances the temptation of the office which is well being an important understudy, through which trained men become Presidents of the United States. AFRICA, 1958 In talking about such an important and currently dynamic subject as Africa in 1958, there win be many thousands in America who will listen to be taught about this newly arisen land of great destiny. There will still be others who will listen critically, because they may have great knowledge of their own about the land once known as "the dark continent." Therefore, I feel obligated to state my own record and experiences in observing Africa and in working in Africa in person and for Africa in my official capacity as Corresponding Secretary of The Foreign Mission Board. I served seven years as president of the Pennsylvania Baptist S Convention and ten years as Chairman of the Baptist Foreign Mission Board. I have been the Board's Secretary for the last sixteen years, having travelled to and about Africa seven times during this tenure. This trip, of course, is my seventh. My trips to Africa were not casual in the least. They were extensive and thorough. Liberia, Nigeria, East Africa and South Africa were carefully travelled, covered and worked. My observations, which will be available to you through this newspaper, will include the political, economical, social, physical and spiritual lives of the nations of Africa I cover. Christianity takes in the whole man and all of his life's pursuits. Indeed the spirit of evangelism has played no small part in the development and the rise of the very new Africa of 1958. Regardless of denominational ties, race, or national origin, Africa will be made interesting to you as a great potential, pivotal power. WISHING WELL Registered U. S. Patent Office. HERE is pleasant little game that will give you a message every day. It is a numerical puzzle designed to spell out your fortune. Count the letter is your first name. If the number of letters is 6 or more, subtract 4. If the number is less than 6, and 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. DESPERATE MAN WAYNE D. OVERHOLSER'S new Western thriller © 1956, 1957. Wayne D. Overholser. From the novel published by The Macmillan Co. Distributed by King Features Syndicate. THE FOLLOWING afternoon Ed Veach showed up in a buggy. I knew the sheriff would have to come and I knew he'd be grumpy. He was. The weather had stayed cold, so the drive across the plateau against the wind must have been anything but pleasant. "Howdy, Munro," he said. "A doggone cold day." "It is," I agreed. "Come in and warm up. Stay for supper." "No, I'll go on to Elder Smith's place," Veach said. "I stopped here to ask you what you know about your pa's death." I had given this some thought and made up my mind what to say. I wasn't going to tell him about the footprint. I'd found or that I was convinced the killer lived in the park. So I told Veach how Pa had died and that I'd been sure the saddle tramp Jones had done the killing, and I'd wasted the day chasing him. Veach listened, but even with his face half covered by the muffler I had the notion he wasn't interested. When I finished, he said, "I'll have a talk with Colohan before I leave. Thanks, Munro." Later I learned he spent two nights with Elder Smith, he did talk to Matt Colohan and went back to Buhl. He made no arrests, he didn't do any more investigating; and when he returned to town he released Jones, who left the country at once. Our winter was a hard one, the worst Elder Smith could remember. I hired Kip Dance the first of the year, and it was a good thing I did. Kip was good help, good company around the house in the evenings. Bess never told us whether she heard from Gil or not. We didn't, and a cold fury began to grow in me. My mother cried a good deal. Sometimes she would put an arm around me and ask, "Do you think he's all right, Dave?" And I would say, "Sure he is. He's just too busy to write." Strange, the way it went through those cold, bitter weeks. Because Kip and I almost lived with our cattle, our winter loss was practically nothing: a couple of calves to a wolf; and early in March Kip got the wolf. Even Bess, with two good hands like Barney Lux and Shorty Quinn, had heavier loss than we did, and I heard that Matt Colohan was hard hit. Rafter 3 would be, too. I had a feeling that the greater the Rafter 3's loss was, the bigger price we'd have to pay. I never escaped the feeling that I might meet a bullet just as my father had. I learned a lot of things that winter because I had to. At first I hadn't felt much grief about my father's death. But as the days went by I felt his loss more keenly. The thing that surprised me the most, and was the least expected, was the unmistakable fact that my mother and I were being drawn closer together. I think we began to see in each other characteristics which we hadn't known existed. She missed Pa, too. One time she said sadly, "It's a shame I never realized how much I loved your father when he was alive." Of course there was no way to tell how much Ma had really changed until Gil got back. And he would come back. I never doubted it. He did, late in March. He had been gone three months almost to the day. If any man ever changed, in appearance at least, Gil had. I doubt if I would have known him if I hadn't recognized his horse. He was that thin. Even with two weeks' growth of beard on his face, his cheeks seemed to have collapsed. His clothes were practically rags. When he dismounted, I saw he wasn't wearing Pa's gun. Even his horse was in bad shape. Ma kissed him and cried, and I shook hands with him, and so did Kip. Then he looked at Ma and said, "Is there anything to eat?" "Of course, Gil," she said, and ran into the house. I asked, "Where's Pa's gun?" I'd been a little sore about him taking it in the first place. I'd naturally figured Pa's gun would be mine, but before I knew what was going on, he'd taken it and left the country. Gil looked me right in the eyes, a sullen, hungry man who hated me. He said: "I sold it in Grand Junction to buy something to eat. Go on, cuss me out. Lord it over me. I'm the prodigal son who used up my inheritance in riotous living, and I had to eat with the pigs to even stay alive. Now get out the fatted calf and butcher it I'm back, Dave. I'm back, and I'm gonna live off the fat of the land like you've been!" "You won't need me any more, I guess," Kip said. "Reckon not," Gil said. "Pay him off, Dave. Then he turned and went into the kitchen to eat. I didn't want a showdown in front of Kip, so I got his month's wages. He picked up a few things he had in Gil's room and walked out. I followed him. When he heard me, he turned. "I'm sorry for you, Dave. Why didn't he get his neck broken?" "Yeah, why didn't he?" I said. "Well, you were a good hand, Kip." "You were a good boss," he said, and held out his hand. "So long." I shook hands with him. I said, "Go by Nordine's, will you, and tell Bess he's back." He grinned. "Glad to, Dave." When I got back, Gil was shaving. I said: "Let's get something straight, Gil. This spread needs two men to do the work. I guess you're going to be one of them since you wanted to let Kip go, but I've been running the outfit and I'm going to keep on running it. If you need some convincing, we'll step outside and you'll get it." Affronted, Gil turned around to look at Ma. "Gil," she said, her face showing now miserable she felt, "things have changed since your father died. Dave's worked hard this winter and he's done well. You'll take his orders if you stay." "Well, if that ain't a — of a note!" He turned back to the mirror on the wall and finished shaving. When Gil had washed and dressed, I asked, "Going over to see Bess?" He whirled to face me. "No, I'm not going to see Bess. She don't care about me." She'd come, all right, but it was another ten minutes before she showed up, crossing the back porch and knocking on the door. I let her in. She barely nodded at me; her eyes on Gil. He stood there, rigid, his hands at his sides. He said, "How are you, Bess?" "Oh, Gil, you fool. Don't you know I'm glad to see you?" She ran to him and, folding her arms around him, brought him to her and held him there. "Don't act that way with me, Gil—not ever. It's enough to have you back." CHAPTER 19 WAYNE D. OVERHOLSER'S new Western thriller © 1956, 1957. Wayne D. Overholser. From the novel published by The Macmillan Co. Distributed by King Features Syndicate. THE FOLLOWING afternoon Ed Veach showed up in a buggy. I knew the sheriff would have to come and I knew he'd be grumpy. He was. The weather had stayed cold, so the drive across the plateau against the wind must have been anything but pleasant. "Howdy, Munro," he said. "A doggone cold day." "It is," I agreed. "Come in and warm up. Stay for supper." "No, I'll go on to Elder Smith's place," Veach said. "I stopped here to ask you what you know about your pa's death." I had given this some thought and made up my mind what to say. I wasn't going to tell him about the footprint. I'd found or that I was convinced the killer lived in the park. So I told Veach how Pa had died and that I'd been sure the saddle tramp Jones had done the killing, and I'd wasted the day chasing him. Veach listened, but even with his face half covered by the muffler I had the notion he wasn't interested. When I finished, he said, "I'll have a talk with Colohan before I leave. Thanks, Munro." Later I learned he spent two nights with Elder Smith, he did talk to Matt Colohan and went back to Buhl. He made no arrests, he didn't do any more investigating; and when he returned to town he released Jones, who left the country at once. Our winter was a hard one, the worst Elder Smith could remember. I hired Kip Dance the first of the year, and it was a good thing I did. Kip was good help, good company around the house in the evenings. Bess never told us whether she heard from Gil or not. We didn't, and a cold fury began to grow in me. My mother cried a good deal. Sometimes she would put an arm around me and ask, "Do you think he's all right, Dave?" And I would say, "Sure he is. He's just too busy to write." Strange, the way it went through those cold, bitter weeks. Because Kip and I almost lived with our cattle, our winter loss was practically nothing: a couple of calves to a wolf; and early in March Kip got the wolf. Even Bess, with two good hands like Barney Lux and Shorty Quinn, had heavier loss than we did, and I heard that Matt Colohan was hard hit. Rafter 3 would be, too. I had a feeling that the greater the Rafter 3's loss was, the bigger price we'd have to pay. I never escaped the feeling that I might meet a bullet just as my father had. I learned a lot of things that winter because I had to. At first I hadn't felt much grief about my father's death. But as the days went by I felt his loss more keenly. The thing that surprised me the most, and was the least expected, was the unmistakable fact that my mother and I were being drawn closer together. I think we began to see in each other characteristics which we hadn't known existed. She missed Pa, too. One time she said sadly, "It's a shame I never realized how much I loved your father when he was alive." Of course there was no way to tell how much Ma had really changed until Gil got back. And he would come back. I never doubted it. He did, late in March. He had been gone three months almost to the day. If any man ever changed, in appearance at least, Gil had. I doubt if I would have known him if I hadn't recognized his horse. He was that thin. Even with two weeks' growth of beard on his face, his cheeks seemed to have collapsed. His clothes were practically rags. When he dismounted, I saw he wasn't wearing Pa's gun. Even his horse was in bad shape. Ma kissed him and cried, and I shook hands with him, and so did Kip. Then he looked at Ma and said, "Is there anything to eat?" "Of course, Gil," she said, and ran into the house. I asked, "Where's Pa's gun?" I'd been a little sore about him taking it in the first place. I'd naturally figured Pa's gun would be mine, but before I knew what was going on, he'd taken it and left the country. Gil looked me right in the eyes, a sullen, hungry man who hated me. He said: "I sold it in Grand Junction to buy something to eat. Go on, cuss me out. Lord it over me. I'm the prodigal son who used up my inheritance in riotous living, and I had to eat with the pigs to even stay alive. Now get out the fatted calf and butcher it I'm back, Dave. I'm back, and I'm gonna live off the fat of the land like you've been!" "You won't need me any more, I guess," Kip said. "Reckon not," Gil said. "Pay him off, Dave. Then he turned and went into the kitchen to eat. I didn't want a showdown in front of Kip, so I got his month's wages. He picked up a few things he had in Gil's room and walked out. I followed him. When he heard me, he turned. "I'm sorry for you, Dave. Why didn't he get his neck broken?" "Yeah, why didn't he?" I said. "Well, you were a good hand, Kip." "You were a good boss," he said, and held out his hand. "So long." I shook hands with him. I said, "Go by Nordine's, will you, and tell Bess he's back." He grinned. "Glad to, Dave." When I got back, Gil was shaving. I said: "Let's get something straight, Gil. This spread needs two men to do the work. I guess you're going to be one of them since you wanted to let Kip go, but I've been running the outfit and I'm going to keep on running it. If you need some convincing, we'll step outside and you'll get it." Affronted, Gil turned around to look at Ma. "Gil," she said, her face showing now miserable she felt, "things have changed since your father died. Dave's worked hard this winter and he's done well. You'll take his orders if you stay." "Well, if that ain't a — of a note!" He turned back to the mirror on the wall and finished shaving. When Gil had washed and dressed, I asked, "Going over to see Bess?" He whirled to face me. "No, I'm not going to see Bess. She don't care about me." She'd come, all right, but it was another ten minutes before she showed up, crossing the back porch and knocking on the door. I let her in. She barely nodded at me; her eyes on Gil. He stood there, rigid, his hands at his sides. He said, "How are you, Bess?" "Oh, Gil, you fool. Don't you know I'm glad to see you?" She ran to him and, folding her arms around him, brought him to her and held him there. "Don't act that way with me, Gil—not ever. It's enough to have you back." Editor Blames Adults For Tidal Wave Of Delinquency Dr. M. C. Allen, president of Virginia Theological Seminary and College at Lynchburg, Va., blames adults for the "tidal wave of juvenile delinquency" which is receiving widespread publicity today. In an editorial entitled "AntiSocialism, A National Peril," published in the Nashville Globe and Independent of which Dr. Allen is editor, he says: "The rapid growth of separation of mothers and fathers, their conduct and attitude toward each other during the period of gestation or the formation of children before they are born; their criminal attitude toward each other, their children, other members of the family circle, church and school - ending up in divorces; and then, the exposure of the weakness of the character of each parent in law suits to get possession—of the children and properties, lay the foundation for anti-social attitude and conduct toward state and federal law." The college president says the "responsibility for juvenile delinquency has been misplaced." He says "there are adults who have smashed the home base of respect for personality, law and order." He says it "is passing the buck" to blame youth for sex promiscuity, the spread of social disease, crime —cutting, shooting, drinking, reckless driving in the streets and high ways...." "Youth is not licensed to manufacture liquor - every liquor factory is owned and operated by adults. Dr. Allen says. "Youth has no license to sell liquor, adults are soaking the country with this damnable traffic." he says. Dr. Allen continues in his editorial: "Youth is not licensed to run houses of prostitution - it is the adult who is commercializing on this crime against humanity." He says "youth is not responsible for the growing tribe of dope user fiends - ole snaggle tooth women and bald men commercialize on this cursed thing." Dr: Allen is also editor-publisher of The Expected, a monthly religious periodical. He started this publication over 30 years ago when he was pastor of First Baptist Church at Franklin, Va. and principal of Hayden High School, at Franklin, Va. MEMPHIS WORLD BYRD TRANSFER COMPANY — FEMALE HELP WANTED OFFICE SPACE FOR RENT FURNISHED ROOMS SCHOOLS HELP WANTED— 5 NEGRO WOMEN PART TIME— BUSINESS FOR SALE Story Of Manhunt And Capture Told In Magazine The story of a man who escaped from a military stockade and avoided capture by England's famed Scotland Yard, and the U. S. Army's Criminal Investigation Division for twelve years, is told in the April issue of Ebony. Army Private Freeman Reese went AWOL in 1944 after a beating in a military stockade. During the 4,303 days of AWOL, his constant companion was his English Sweetheart who became his common-law wife, Elizabeth May Brett. Reese, who lost partial vision as result of the stockade beating, made a living by gambling with soldiers at camps near Burton-OnTrent where he and his companion first set up housekeeping. Two years later a murder of a Police Constable made him a suspect, and Scotland Yard entered the case. A reward had been issued for Reese. He and Mrs. Brett moved to Nottingham, whre they lived for four years, constantly changing homes. After Nottingham they Went to live in Liverpool. The death of an African infantryman in Indo-China, wearing Reese's identification tags, resulted in the search being given up by Scotland Yard and the Army. For the first time in his life Reese felt secure, says EBONY. He and Mrs. Brett bought a rooming house and Reese began singing in night clubs. After several police investigations on unrelated matters Reese became a suspect again. He and Mrs. Brett went to the Isle of Man, where Scotland Yard agents traced them and apprerwxgYgoe.... He was freed of murder charges by England, yet he faced wartime desertion charges by the Army. He was sentenced to 12 years in prison, with a dishonorable discharge from the service and loss of all pay and allowances. This sentence was reduced to three years. FOR A FAIR DEAL See GATES BROS. LUMBER CO. See Us For That Next Job FORREST CITY, ARKANSAS MCNEIL and DEVEREUCK Planters Forrest City, Arkansas ABOUT YOUR HOME It is said that Americans are the biggest pill takers in the world. And more than anything else, we take sleeping pills. Tons of them are swallowed yearly. There are hundreds of books, and theories which explain how to fall asleep faster, deeper, just when you want to, and only when you should. The odd thing about all this is that surveys show that though we go to all kinds of trouble trying to get to sleep, America still has over 26,000,000 obsolete mattresses and springs in use. Is there any wonder we need pills, gadgets, and theories! Perhaps we should look under the sheets at the bumps, lumps, dips, rips, deflated sacks and torture racks on which we try to sleep, then replace them with top-quality bedding, and we could get to sleep without all these sleep-inducers. After many of us get a comfortable bed it would seem we don't know what to do with it. Don't expect to fall into your comfortable new bed and go right off to sleep. If you do expect this and find that you are still awake a half hour later, many of us start to fret, and here we defeat our own cause. Most of us follow a fairly common pattern. After about twenty to thirty minutes we begin to catch little periods of sleep lasting no longer than a minute or so. They increase in duration and we progress into a more intense condition of lenthargy. You must be relaxed and feel confident that you will some time or other reach a state of lethargy or semi-sleeplesness. This is fol lowed by deep, restful sleep. 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Buster Whittenton Forrest City, Ark. MERCHANTS SPECIALTY CO FORREST CITY, ARK. Wholesale Grocers Best Wishes From BUNCH'S (Esso) SERVICENTER FORREST CITY, ARK. a Dog's Life By Dr. E. M. Gildow Director, Friskies Research Kennels The trick to giving your dog medicine is knowing the right way to do it. Since most owners give their pet medicine prescribed by their veterinarian, it is well to be familiar with the correct method of administering it. Dogs with a teal zest for food can generally be tricked into taking a pill or capsule if it's hidden in the center of a spoonful of hamburger or canned dog food. It is even more apt to go down promptly if you throw the pill or capsule to the dog so he has to catch it instead of handing it to him. If your pet is the type that chews his food instead of gulping it, stand him on a table or set him in a corner where he can't back out of reach. Open his mouth, push the pill back past the base of his tongue, and hold his mouth closed until he has swallowed. Watch him for a minute or two. Some dogs are clever and spit the pill out after you think it's safely down. As for liquid medicines, never pour them down your dog's throat. They are apt to go down the wrong way. The right method is to set the dog between your knees, facing away from you, pull out the corner of his lip on one side, tilt his head upward and place the liquid in the pocket formed between the lips and the teeth. Be sure to keep his head on an even keel and hold the dog's head firmly to prevent loss of the medicine. Feeding Tip: If your dog is on the skinny side, supplement his regular meal with between-meal snacks. Dog biscuits such as "Friskies cubes", which are a complete dog food, are ideal for such snack feeding. HOW TO GIVE YOUR DOG MEDICINE By Dr. E. M. Gildow Director, Friskies Research Kennels The trick to giving your dog medicine is knowing the right way to do it. Since most owners give their pet medicine prescribed by their veterinarian, it is well to be familiar with the correct method of administering it. Dogs with a teal zest for food can generally be tricked into taking a pill or capsule if it's hidden in the center of a spoonful of hamburger or canned dog food. It is even more apt to go down promptly if you throw the pill or capsule to the dog so he has to catch it instead of handing it to him. If your pet is the type that chews his food instead of gulping it, stand him on a table or set him in a corner where he can't back out of reach. Open his mouth, push the pill back past the base of his tongue, and hold his mouth closed until he has swallowed. Watch him for a minute or two. Some dogs are clever and spit the pill out after you think it's safely down. As for liquid medicines, never pour them down your dog's throat. They are apt to go down the wrong way. The right method is to set the dog between your knees, facing away from you, pull out the corner of his lip on one side, tilt his head upward and place the liquid in the pocket formed between the lips and the teeth. Be sure to keep his head on an even keel and hold the dog's head firmly to prevent loss of the medicine. Feeding Tip: If your dog is on the skinny side, supplement his regular meal with between-meal snacks. Dog biscuits such as "Friskies cubes", which are a complete dog food, are ideal for such snack feeding.