Memphis World Memphis World Publishing Co. 1957-11-16 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 MRS. ROSA BROWN BRACY Public Relations and Advertising ALYSON E. WISE Circulation Promotion SUBSCRIPTION RATES: Year $5.00 — 6 Months $3.00 — 3 Months $1.50 (In Advance) is an independent newspaper — non-sectarian and non-partisan, printing news unbiasedly und supporting those things it believes to be of interest to its readers and opposing those things against the interest of its readers. The President Makes Fine Selection For Civil Rights Commission A well thought out Civil Rights Commission, commensurate with the ideals and characteristic requirements of President Eisenhower, has been appointed. The interim between the creation of the commission and its actual filling would indicate the determination of the President that this be no token gesture; that its importance and its bearing on the prestige of this nation, and its possibilities on the front of genuine Americanism, demand the best in the selection of the personnel to take care of this arm of the government. The restriction that not more than three members of the commission would come from one political party made possible the selection of three Democrats, two Republicans and one independent. The chairman of the commission is former Associate Justice Stanley Reed, retired from the bench, who hails from a border southern state, Kentucky. Other members are: ex-Gov. J. S. Battle of Virginia; Assistant Secretary of Labor, Ernest Wilkins of Chicago; the Rev. Theodore M. Hesburgh, president of Notre Dame University; Dr. Robert G. Storey, dean, Southern Methodist University, and Dr. John A. Hannah, president, Michigan State University. While the selection would indicate that the President kept well within the requirements for a cross section of the country be represented, he went, one better by appointing one Negro, whose findings and recommendations would be of much merit in a sweeping fact finding body. The recess appointment given the commission will enable it to organize and begin work at once. It does not have to wait for congressional confirmation under these circumstances. The fact that the names of the commission and their contributions of public service are as well and widely known, would of itself vouch for passing the Judiciary committee and finally, confirmation by the Senate. The duty of the commission is far-reaching. For many years there has been a demand for such a body for the clearance of those handicaps to the full and free enjoyment of first-class citizenship by all groups. The right to vote across the years has demanded that some such actions be taken in behalf of loyal citizens who have been denied by subterfuge, gesture, primaries and other unrecorded means. From this commission may be expected the realization of the principles for which it was sent but and we hereby predict an interesting and fruitful career for this well selected and able commission. ABUNDANT LIFE BY ORAL ROBERTS In these days of unprecedented prosperity, when our living standards are at the highest they have ever been and America is the envy of the world, many people are worrying about what they shall do when the depression comes. They fear a real catastrophe will visit our country. They believe that there is going to be much unemployment and difficult times for everyone. Already by their thoughts and actions, they are ready to enter a darkened realm or mental depreession—to be lost in despair, fear and want. Fear of facing the future in want or hardship is not a new thing. The desire to gain ma terial wealth and possess peace of mind is an age-old pursuit One day two brothers, who were disciples or Christ entered into a dispute about the correct division of a certain inheritance The quarrel became so acute that they asked Jesus Christ to be the judge for them. He answered them so profoundly that than is still trying to fathom the wisdom of his answer. "A man's life consisteth not in the abundance of things which he pos sesseth." Then He proceeded to unfold to thorn a story about a certain rich man who possessed such great wealth that he had not sufficient room to store it So he said to himself. "I know what I will do. I will build greater barns and there will I store all my wealth. And I will say to my soul. Now you have security and peace of mind Sit back and take it easy." But God was displeased with this selfish, independent kind of attitude and He said to this man, "Thou fool, this night thy soul shall be required of thee!" You see, the only real security against mental or material depression is in God. Jesus said your life is more than food and your body is more than clothes. I cannot foretell what the future win be for all of society. But I can tell you what God says about His people. He said, "Why do you worry?" Did you not notice that God feeds the little birds, paints the lily, colors the grass and takes care of all of his possessions? Then do you not believe that He is very much concerned about you? How much more value are you than the lilies of the field? The Word of God gives us the best insurance policy against mental and material depression or anything I know. Find for me, if you can anything that is not covered by this verse: "Who shall separate us from the love of Christ." Shall tribulation, or distress, or persecution, or fam No, in all these things we are more than conquerors through Him who loved us For I am sure that neither death, nor life, nor angels, nor principalities nor powers nor things pres ent, nor things to come, nor height, nor depth, nor anything else in all creation will be able to separate us from the love of God in Christ Jesus our Lord" (Romans 8:35, 37:39) WHAT TO DO ABOUT THE DEPRESSION BY ORAL ROBERTS In these days of unprecedented prosperity, when our living standards are at the highest they have ever been and America is the envy of the world, many people are worrying about what they shall do when the depression comes. They fear a real catastrophe will visit our country. They believe that there is going to be much unemployment and difficult times for everyone. Already by their thoughts and actions, they are ready to enter a darkened realm or mental depreession—to be lost in despair, fear and want. Fear of facing the future in want or hardship is not a new thing. The desire to gain ma terial wealth and possess peace of mind is an age-old pursuit One day two brothers, who were disciples or Christ entered into a dispute about the correct division of a certain inheritance The quarrel became so acute that they asked Jesus Christ to be the judge for them. He answered them so profoundly that than is still trying to fathom the wisdom of his answer. "A man's life consisteth not in the abundance of things which he pos sesseth." Then He proceeded to unfold to thorn a story about a certain rich man who possessed such great wealth that he had not sufficient room to store it So he said to himself. "I know what I will do. I will build greater barns and there will I store all my wealth. And I will say to my soul. Now you have security and peace of mind Sit back and take it easy." But God was displeased with this selfish, independent kind of attitude and He said to this man, "Thou fool, this night thy soul shall be required of thee!" You see, the only real security against mental or material depression is in God. Jesus said your life is more than food and your body is more than clothes. I cannot foretell what the future win be for all of society. But I can tell you what God says about His people. He said, "Why do you worry?" Did you not notice that God feeds the little birds, paints the lily, colors the grass and takes care of all of his possessions? Then do you not believe that He is very much concerned about you? How much more value are you than the lilies of the field? The Word of God gives us the best insurance policy against mental and material depression or anything I know. Find for me, if you can anything that is not covered by this verse: "Who shall separate us from the love of Christ." Shall tribulation, or distress, or persecution, or fam No, in all these things we are more than conquerors through Him who loved us For I am sure that neither death, nor life, nor angels, nor principalities nor powers nor things pres ent, nor things to come, nor height, nor depth, nor anything else in all creation will be able to separate us from the love of God in Christ Jesus our Lord" (Romans 8:35, 37:39) REVIEWING THE NEWS BY WILLIAM GORDON HIS DRESS WAS simple. His tall frame was slightly bent. Wrinkles across his brow spelled work, neglect, toil and hunger. He was an educated man. But no one had to guess that his way up the ladder was rough and difficult. "We have the people in numbers, but you have the resources," he would say. Give us the potentials of the Negro in America and we will lead the world." This man from Pakistan was a leader, a dedicated leader, one who believed in himself and his people. He recognized that no race or people would move without leadership. It was historian. C. Van Woodward who said recently: "It's concluded that the Negro is rapidly gaining his due right to the ballot; what's also needed is leadership comparable to the franchise he's gaining." No clearer meaning could have been given this point of view than that made by a group of business and professional men in New Orleans recently. "We can get the Negro registered," one said, "but the main job before us now is leadership. Where can we find men and women who won't sell their rights for five pieces of silver?" Perhaps, more than anything else, these people have learned that with power comes temptations. In many parts of the nation, the Negro vote is definitely the balance of power. He can decide in which direction an election will go when he votes as a unit. We are hoping that with this power, he will vote his convictions, support issues and men who work for the best interest of all the people rather than that of a few or special group. We dare not in any form, pattern after or mimic the practices of demogoguery. Our use of the ballot should be one of sanity. We must treat the power of the vote with all the meaning for which it stands; a sacred heritage and a right of a free citizen. The same should go for the kind of leadership we must have if we are to survive. This leadership must be the kind that digs back into the basic moral principle, left us by our forefathers. They were a forthright people who feared God; they were Christians who not only went to church on Sundays, but who believed in the teachings of Christ and the ten Commandments. Our leader ship must not be the kind which resorts to sectionalism, factionalism or racism in any form. We must not stoop to bigotry or revenge in any shape or manner. Our future must be fashioned out of a leadership much higher than that which we are forced to follow today, much of which is a mockery before the world. Today, as we stand at the threshold of freedom, let's act with dignity and patience. Let's keep in mind that the eyes of the world are upon us. It may soon become our turn to lead the world. The Tall, Thin Man From The East BY WILLIAM GORDON HIS DRESS WAS simple. His tall frame was slightly bent. Wrinkles across his brow spelled work, neglect, toil and hunger. He was an educated man. But no one had to guess that his way up the ladder was rough and difficult. "We have the people in numbers, but you have the resources," he would say. Give us the potentials of the Negro in America and we will lead the world." This man from Pakistan was a leader, a dedicated leader, one who believed in himself and his people. He recognized that no race or people would move without leadership. It was historian. C. Van Woodward who said recently: "It's concluded that the Negro is rapidly gaining his due right to the ballot; what's also needed is leadership comparable to the franchise he's gaining." No clearer meaning could have been given this point of view than that made by a group of business and professional men in New Orleans recently. "We can get the Negro registered," one said, "but the main job before us now is leadership. Where can we find men and women who won't sell their rights for five pieces of silver?" Perhaps, more than anything else, these people have learned that with power comes temptations. In many parts of the nation, the Negro vote is definitely the balance of power. He can decide in which direction an election will go when he votes as a unit. We are hoping that with this power, he will vote his convictions, support issues and men who work for the best interest of all the people rather than that of a few or special group. We dare not in any form, pattern after or mimic the practices of demogoguery. Our use of the ballot should be one of sanity. We must treat the power of the vote with all the meaning for which it stands; a sacred heritage and a right of a free citizen. The same should go for the kind of leadership we must have if we are to survive. This leadership must be the kind that digs back into the basic moral principle, left us by our forefathers. They were a forthright people who feared God; they were Christians who not only went to church on Sundays, but who believed in the teachings of Christ and the ten Commandments. Our leader ship must not be the kind which resorts to sectionalism, factionalism or racism in any form. We must not stoop to bigotry or revenge in any shape or manner. Our future must be fashioned out of a leadership much higher than that which we are forced to follow today, much of which is a mockery before the world. Today, as we stand at the threshold of freedom, let's act with dignity and patience. Let's keep in mind that the eyes of the world are upon us. It may soon become our turn to lead the world. MEALTIME MELODIES! Foods change measure when you crumble, heat grate, or chop them. Questions sometimes pop up such as: How much whipped cream will one cup of cream make? With the holiday season coming on there is real need for some of these answers. You can keep this list handy and add some more. Cream - 1 cup - 2 cups whipped American Cheese - 1 pound 4-5 cups grated Cottage Cheese - 1 pound - 2 cups Cheese, White Cream - 3 oz package - 6 tablespoons Prunes - 1 pound - 4 cups cooked Figs - 1 pound - 2 3-4 cups Raisins - 15 oz. package - 3 cups Dates - 1 pound - 2 cups pitted Candied Fruit (cut up) - 1-2 pound - 1 1-2 cups Candied Peels (cut up) - 1-2 pound - 1 1-2 cups Apples, unpared - 1 pound (3 medium) - 3 cups, pared and diced or sliced Red Cherries - 1 quart - 2 cups pitted Lemon - 1 average - 3–4 T., 1 1-2 t. Cranberries - 1 pound - 3–3 1-2 cups sauce Soft-shelled Almonds - 1 pound 2 cups, shelled Hard-shelled Almonds - l pound 1 cup, shelled Walnuts, black - 5 1-2 pounrs, unshelled - 3 cups, chopped Walnuts in shell, English - 1 pound - 2 1-2 cups shelled Walnuts - 1-4 pound - 1cup, chopped Pecans in shell - 1 pound - 2 1-4 cups nutmeats Pecans shelled - 1 pound - 4 cups nut meats Butter - 1 pound - 2 cups Butter - 1 stuck - 1-2 cup Butter - l stick - 8 tablespoons Chocolate - 1 square - 1 ounce Chocolate - 1 square - 5tablespoons Coconut, Shredded - 1 pound - 5 cups Sugar, granulated - 1 pound - 2 cups Sugar, Brown - 1 pound - 2 1-4 cups (firmly packed) Sugar, Confectioners - 1 pound 3 1-2 cups (sifted) Sugar, Powdered - 1 pound - 2 1-3 cups. BEFORE-AND AFTER MEASUREMENTS IN FOOD PREPARATION Foods change measure when you crumble, heat grate, or chop them. Questions sometimes pop up such as: How much whipped cream will one cup of cream make? With the holiday season coming on there is real need for some of these answers. You can keep this list handy and add some more. Cream - 1 cup - 2 cups whipped American Cheese - 1 pound 4-5 cups grated Cottage Cheese - 1 pound - 2 cups Cheese, White Cream - 3 oz package - 6 tablespoons Prunes - 1 pound - 4 cups cooked Figs - 1 pound - 2 3-4 cups Raisins - 15 oz. package - 3 cups Dates - 1 pound - 2 cups pitted Candied Fruit (cut up) - 1-2 pound - 1 1-2 cups Candied Peels (cut up) - 1-2 pound - 1 1-2 cups Apples, unpared - 1 pound (3 medium) - 3 cups, pared and diced or sliced Red Cherries - 1 quart - 2 cups pitted Lemon - 1 average - 3–4 T., 1 1-2 t. Cranberries - 1 pound - 3–3 1-2 cups sauce Soft-shelled Almonds - 1 pound 2 cups, shelled Hard-shelled Almonds - l pound 1 cup, shelled Walnuts, black - 5 1-2 pounrs, unshelled - 3 cups, chopped Walnuts in shell, English - 1 pound - 2 1-2 cups shelled Walnuts - 1-4 pound - 1cup, chopped Pecans in shell - 1 pound - 2 1-4 cups nutmeats Pecans shelled - 1 pound - 4 cups nut meats Butter - 1 pound - 2 cups Butter - 1 stuck - 1-2 cup Butter - l stick - 8 tablespoons Chocolate - 1 square - 1 ounce Chocolate - 1 square - 5tablespoons Coconut, Shredded - 1 pound - 5 cups Sugar, granulated - 1 pound - 2 cups Sugar, Brown - 1 pound - 2 1-4 cups (firmly packed) Sugar, Confectioners - 1 pound 3 1-2 cups (sifted) Sugar, Powdered - 1 pound - 2 1-3 cups. MEASURE AFTER PREPARATION Foods change measure when you crumble, heat grate, or chop them. Questions sometimes pop up such as: How much whipped cream will one cup of cream make? With the holiday season coming on there is real need for some of these answers. You can keep this list handy and add some more. Cream - 1 cup - 2 cups whipped American Cheese - 1 pound 4-5 cups grated Cottage Cheese - 1 pound - 2 cups Cheese, White Cream - 3 oz package - 6 tablespoons Prunes - 1 pound - 4 cups cooked Figs - 1 pound - 2 3-4 cups Raisins - 15 oz. package - 3 cups Dates - 1 pound - 2 cups pitted Candied Fruit (cut up) - 1-2 pound - 1 1-2 cups Candied Peels (cut up) - 1-2 pound - 1 1-2 cups Apples, unpared - 1 pound (3 medium) - 3 cups, pared and diced or sliced Red Cherries - 1 quart - 2 cups pitted Lemon - 1 average - 3–4 T., 1 1-2 t. Cranberries - 1 pound - 3–3 1-2 cups sauce Soft-shelled Almonds - 1 pound 2 cups, shelled Hard-shelled Almonds - l pound 1 cup, shelled Walnuts, black - 5 1-2 pounrs, unshelled - 3 cups, chopped Walnuts in shell, English - 1 pound - 2 1-2 cups shelled Walnuts - 1-4 pound - 1cup, chopped Pecans in shell - 1 pound - 2 1-4 cups nutmeats Pecans shelled - 1 pound - 4 cups nut meats Butter - 1 pound - 2 cups Butter - 1 stuck - 1-2 cup Butter - l stick - 8 tablespoons Chocolate - 1 square - 1 ounce Chocolate - 1 square - 5tablespoons Coconut, Shredded - 1 pound - 5 cups Sugar, granulated - 1 pound - 2 cups Sugar, Brown - 1 pound - 2 1-4 cups (firmly packed) Sugar, Confectioners - 1 pound 3 1-2 cups (sifted) Sugar, Powdered - 1 pound - 2 1-3 cups. WISHING WELL Registered U. S. Patent Office. HERE is a pleasant little game that will give you a message every day. It is a numerical puzzle designed to spell out your fortune. Count the letters in your first name. If the number ot letters is 6 or more, subtract 4. If the number is less than 6, add 3. The result is your key number. Start at the upper left-hand-corner of the rectangle and check every one of your key numbers, left to right. Then read the message the letters under the checked figures give you. Pontotoc Boy, 16 withheld by the sheriff, gave the boy clean clothing and bought a ticket for him to return home and gave him $4. The sheriff did admit that the story is being investigated. Members of his family said the "quiet youngster had no money to their knowledge, when, he disappeared. However another source said Bradford explained to them he hitch-hiked to Columbus. Doubt was cast on the statement by his mother and sister, Mrs. Fannie Walker, 18, at whose home he was visiting just before he disappeared. Mrs. Walker was released from the city jail 2:45 p. m., Tuesday after her brother returned. She told this reporter: "Sheriff Hembree put me there for my own safety. She did not explain "safety" from what, when questioned. She is the same sister who sent Bradford to the service station to purchase three bottles of soft-drinks and apples the day he disappeared. An attendant at the station said he made the purchase. Also held in jail for questioning, but later released, was Charles "Biggum" William McAlister, 30, a shoe shine boy at a local white barber shop, David Walker, brother-in-law to Bradford, who is employed at a Lumber Company was still, being held. McAlister was held for questioning after he said in a barber shop that he saw three white men forceBrawford in a car" at gun point. The three white men were questionen, and given a lie detector test in Jackson. The result was not made public. A number of local sources expressed the belief that the whole incident had something to do "with whiskey bottleggers". The sources requested that their names not be mentioned. However they went on to say they believed that Bradford a was mistaken, by the bootlegger for someone who could have some information concerning illegal trafficking in whiskey." Mississippi is a dry state. The rumor was not be sustantiated Mrs. Herron, a cotton picker who lives on a plantation in Springdale which is about seven miles southeast of Pontotoc, said: "If my son knows anything about bootleggers I don't know anything about it. He would' have told me." The mother, who is about five feet, four inches, said: "I am so happy that my son is not dead. While he was away I couldn't eat or sleep, I lost about 25 pounds of weight." She is the mother of four sons and three daughters and the widow of three husbands. The last one died in 1949. Mrs. and Mrs. Will Jones on whose plantation Bradford's sister, Mrs. Walker, lives, said: "What a relief to know that he is alive. We could hardly eat or sleep after he came up missing." Jones, 83, added "that youngster wouldn't have made a wild-goose chase away from here without some inducement." A number of the town's citizens said that "Pontotoc had not had any racial incident that they could recall. It was also expressed, "we feel that, this town has good race relations for n Mississippi town." Also a number of the town's leading white citizens showed great concern about the "mysterious absence." Pontotoc with a metropolitan area population of about 10,000 has an estimated 4,000 Negroes. SISTER RELEASED withheld by the sheriff, gave the boy clean clothing and bought a ticket for him to return home and gave him $4. The sheriff did admit that the story is being investigated. Members of his family said the "quiet youngster had no money to their knowledge, when, he disappeared. However another source said Bradford explained to them he hitch-hiked to Columbus. Doubt was cast on the statement by his mother and sister, Mrs. Fannie Walker, 18, at whose home he was visiting just before he disappeared. Mrs. Walker was released from the city jail 2:45 p. m., Tuesday after her brother returned. She told this reporter: "Sheriff Hembree put me there for my own safety. She did not explain "safety" from what, when questioned. She is the same sister who sent Bradford to the service station to purchase three bottles of soft-drinks and apples the day he disappeared. An attendant at the station said he made the purchase. Also held in jail for questioning, but later released, was Charles "Biggum" William McAlister, 30, a shoe shine boy at a local white barber shop, David Walker, brother-in-law to Bradford, who is employed at a Lumber Company was still, being held. McAlister was held for questioning after he said in a barber shop that he saw three white men forceBrawford in a car" at gun point. The three white men were questionen, and given a lie detector test in Jackson. The result was not made public. A number of local sources expressed the belief that the whole incident had something to do "with whiskey bottleggers". The sources requested that their names not be mentioned. However they went on to say they believed that Bradford a was mistaken, by the bootlegger for someone who could have some information concerning illegal trafficking in whiskey." Mississippi is a dry state. The rumor was not be sustantiated Mrs. Herron, a cotton picker who lives on a plantation in Springdale which is about seven miles southeast of Pontotoc, said: "If my son knows anything about bootleggers I don't know anything about it. He would' have told me." The mother, who is about five feet, four inches, said: "I am so happy that my son is not dead. While he was away I couldn't eat or sleep, I lost about 25 pounds of weight." She is the mother of four sons and three daughters and the widow of three husbands. The last one died in 1949. Mrs. and Mrs. Will Jones on whose plantation Bradford's sister, Mrs. Walker, lives, said: "What a relief to know that he is alive. We could hardly eat or sleep after he came up missing." Jones, 83, added "that youngster wouldn't have made a wild-goose chase away from here without some inducement." A number of the town's citizens said that "Pontotoc had not had any racial incident that they could recall. It was also expressed, "we feel that, this town has good race relations for n Mississippi town." Also a number of the town's leading white citizens showed great concern about the "mysterious absence." Pontotoc with a metropolitan area population of about 10,000 has an estimated 4,000 Negroes. MOTHER DISCOUNTS KNOWLEDGE withheld by the sheriff, gave the boy clean clothing and bought a ticket for him to return home and gave him $4. The sheriff did admit that the story is being investigated. Members of his family said the "quiet youngster had no money to their knowledge, when, he disappeared. However another source said Bradford explained to them he hitch-hiked to Columbus. Doubt was cast on the statement by his mother and sister, Mrs. Fannie Walker, 18, at whose home he was visiting just before he disappeared. Mrs. Walker was released from the city jail 2:45 p. m., Tuesday after her brother returned. She told this reporter: "Sheriff Hembree put me there for my own safety. She did not explain "safety" from what, when questioned. She is the same sister who sent Bradford to the service station to purchase three bottles of soft-drinks and apples the day he disappeared. An attendant at the station said he made the purchase. Also held in jail for questioning, but later released, was Charles "Biggum" William McAlister, 30, a shoe shine boy at a local white barber shop, David Walker, brother-in-law to Bradford, who is employed at a Lumber Company was still, being held. McAlister was held for questioning after he said in a barber shop that he saw three white men forceBrawford in a car" at gun point. The three white men were questionen, and given a lie detector test in Jackson. The result was not made public. A number of local sources expressed the belief that the whole incident had something to do "with whiskey bottleggers". The sources requested that their names not be mentioned. However they went on to say they believed that Bradford a was mistaken, by the bootlegger for someone who could have some information concerning illegal trafficking in whiskey." Mississippi is a dry state. The rumor was not be sustantiated Mrs. Herron, a cotton picker who lives on a plantation in Springdale which is about seven miles southeast of Pontotoc, said: "If my son knows anything about bootleggers I don't know anything about it. He would' have told me." The mother, who is about five feet, four inches, said: "I am so happy that my son is not dead. While he was away I couldn't eat or sleep, I lost about 25 pounds of weight." She is the mother of four sons and three daughters and the widow of three husbands. The last one died in 1949. Mrs. and Mrs. Will Jones on whose plantation Bradford's sister, Mrs. Walker, lives, said: "What a relief to know that he is alive. We could hardly eat or sleep after he came up missing." Jones, 83, added "that youngster wouldn't have made a wild-goose chase away from here without some inducement." A number of the town's citizens said that "Pontotoc had not had any racial incident that they could recall. It was also expressed, "we feel that, this town has good race relations for n Mississippi town." Also a number of the town's leading white citizens showed great concern about the "mysterious absence." Pontotoc with a metropolitan area population of about 10,000 has an estimated 4,000 Negroes. MEMPHIS WORLD Deadline For Classified Ad Is Tuesday for Saturday's Edition and Saturday for Wednesday's Edition Want Ad Information Call JA. 6-4030 Deadline For Classified Ad Is Tuesday for Saturday's Edition and Saturday for Wednesday's Edition BYRD TRANSFER COMPANY — Reliable handlers, Quick Service, $3 per room Day or Night— Call BR. 6-3020 FEMALE HELP WANTED WOMEN SEW Easy Ready-cut wrap a-round Aprons home. Earn $26.16 Dozen — Spare Time Write: Accurate MFGR'S Freeport. N. Y. OFFICE SPACE FOR RENT excellent location for PROFESSIONAL or INSURANCE office on PARK AVENUE. For Information, write OSFR, c/o MEMPHIS WORLD 546 Beale, Memphis 3, Tenn. FOR SALE South Memphis—5 room modern brick. Ideal location for doctor's office. $9,800. Equity, $4,000. 733 Lucy, Call owner, FA. 7-6604. FOR SALE Nearly 2 acres on South side U. S. Highway 64 about 1 mile west of Eads, Tenn. . Near church, creek and cemetery. 75 feet of highway frontage. . . . 1100 deep. Only $1,500 with down payment of $500 cash. Call FAXON-KNOX & Divine Realtors, 111 Porter Bldg., Memphis — Phone JA. 5-0157. Bulldogs points when Benjamin Logan, of Atlanta's Booker T. Washington High, chasing a bad pass from center stepped out of the end zone for an automatic safety. The Bulldogs went 52 yards for their final touchdown of the afternoon, with Thomp son twisting 25 yards for the payoff. The attempted conversion was no good. YOU CAN DIE LAUGHING BY A.A. FAIR (ERLE STANLEY GARDNER) © 1957 by Erie Stanley Gardner. Reported by arrangement with William & Co. Distributed by King Features Syndicate THE MONTEITHS and their guest went up to bed early. After a last word on the landing with Joyce, Deborah entered her room, shut the door, and undressed. She did not take up the nightdress that lay on the bed. Instead, she put on a tailored suit of dark material, her one pair of woolen stockings, and a pair of rubber-soled shoes. She put a flashlight in her pocket. While changing clothes with a minimum of sound and movement, she kept hearing the bland voice of Hector MacInch: . . ." If Enid Sinclair was right and Hector was guilty, it would suit him admirably to have Andrew put on trial. Oh, yes, he would defend him without a fee. He would defend him right into prison. Deborah put out the light and sat down to wait for the half hour to pass that would see the rest of the household soundly sleep. Stealthily raising the window, she leaned out and touched a stout branch of an elm tree that stood near the house. As she had thought, it was near enough to be grasped. Before climbing through the window, she dropped out a knobby walking stick of Ewan's and heard it hit the ground. The bark of the tree chafed her hands, but she swung nimbly from branch to branch and reached earth safely and silently. That afternoon she had taken her car to a nearby garage for a minor adjustment and asked the mechanic to leave it in the lane behind the place to be called for later. Picking up the stick, she stole down the drive. As soon as she was out of earshot of the house she started to walk briskly. There was no moon. Her nerves were on edge. It was in this quiet street that she had been attacked the previous evening. She parked her car in a disused cart track leading into the woods from a country lane some miles from the town. When she switched off the lights, darkness closed in. She stepped out, reached back for the stick, then changed her mind and left it on the driving seat. With caution she made her way through the night-blackened fields and coppices toward Scobie's hovel. It was now about eleven but a light still showed in the shack. When she came within a hundred yards of it, the chained dog sensed her proximity and started whining. The door opened and Scobie's warped figure appeared on the threshold. He flowered out into the darkness, stood listening for a time, then nursed the dog and went back in. Deborah crept nearer, pausing every few paces. Some instinct gave her warning. She chanced using her flashlight for an instant and saw that one more step would have toppled her into a ditch, Jumping down, she look cover in it. One of per pockets contained a folded sheet of foolscap and a length of twine. Groping in the dirt with her fingers, she found a large stone and tied the paper securer to it. Standing, up, she took careful aim. The stone flew with a crash through one of Scobie's windows. In an instant the door was flung bock on its hinges and the man ran out. Releasing the huge black dog, he shouted an angry order to it as it sped into the dark. Scobie withdrew into the a shack and reappeared with a shotgun. The dog found Deborah without delay and jumped down into the ditch, whining with pleasure. She petted him and gripped his collar. "Good boy. Good Blackie-boy. Quiet, boy." She fondled his ears, fervently hoping that her attentions would keep him from barking and giving her away. Hearing his master's hoarse exhorting shouts, the dog whimpered and dithered, torn between duty and inclination. Scobie was tramping through fields and thickets with the shotgun, too wrathful for caution or stealth. His harsh shouts were becoming querulous and bewildered. Deborah released the dog with a final pat. "Go, boy. Go." When the dog came to him through the dark, Scobie greeted it with a kick. "Lost him, did ye? What good are ye?" After a further period of fruitless searching, Scobie returned to his dwelling, leaving the dog free but admonishing it: "Stay there, dang you! Don't go wandering off," When the door closed on him Deborah risked stretching her painfully cramped muscles and sinews. Now came the really dangerous part of the venture. She was glad the flashlight was solid enough to make an effective weapon if she needed one in a hurry. On tiptoe, hardly daring to breathe, she moved nearer to the shack. The black dog came silently to meet her, staring up at her in distressful uncertainty. A poor, baffled creature, unsure of himself for the first time in his life. Inside the shack, Scobie rummaged about until he found the stone. He had concluded that the smashing of his window had been a loutish prank and that the perpetrator, probably a young farm laborer, had made off on a bicycle. Otherwise, why hadn't the dog found him? His mental processes were sluggish, and finding, a paper tied to the stone disconcerted him. He glared, at it mistrustfully, uncertain what to make of it. At last he cut the string and spread the paper on his table in the light cast by the dangling lamp. An incredulous oath burst from his lips. He stared at the paper as much aghast as if it had fangs. Pasted on it were printed words clipped from a newspaper, in imitation of the blackmailing notes he himself had concocted. His lips moved, forming the words, as he read it: Puzzled and perturbed, he dashed outside again. He cursed the whimpering dog that cringed at his feet. He cast about him suspiciously, not expecting to find an intruder, since the dog had not found one, but reluctant to admit himself beaten. A few steps further in one direction and he could have touched Deborah by stretching out a hand. Finally he went into the shack, muttering and swearing. Shifting the table aside, he levered up a floorboard, uncovering a rectangular space from which he took an object wrapped in sacking. He cast a furtive glance over his shoulder, half expecting to see a silent watcher in the far corner. For a while he stood holding the rough parcel in brooding uncertainty. Going out he hovered at his door, peering about him and cocking his head to catch any stray sound. At last he kicked the door shut and, skirting the hen-run, walked toward the woods. Occasionally he halted to listen again. He moved among the trees like an animal, with scarcely a rustling to betray his presence. Reaching a tree with a trunk thicker than a man's chest, he stood still under it, eyes and ears alert. Hearing no sound, detecting no stirring, he raised himself on his toes and slipped the wrapped object into a hollow as to high among the branches as his hands could reach ... CHAPTER 33 BY A.A. FAIR (ERLE STANLEY GARDNER) © 1957 by Erie Stanley Gardner. Reported by arrangement with William & Co. Distributed by King Features Syndicate THE MONTEITHS and their guest went up to bed early. After a last word on the landing with Joyce, Deborah entered her room, shut the door, and undressed. She did not take up the nightdress that lay on the bed. Instead, she put on a tailored suit of dark material, her one pair of woolen stockings, and a pair of rubber-soled shoes. She put a flashlight in her pocket. While changing clothes with a minimum of sound and movement, she kept hearing the bland voice of Hector MacInch: . . ." If Enid Sinclair was right and Hector was guilty, it would suit him admirably to have Andrew put on trial. Oh, yes, he would defend him without a fee. He would defend him right into prison. Deborah put out the light and sat down to wait for the half hour to pass that would see the rest of the household soundly sleep. Stealthily raising the window, she leaned out and touched a stout branch of an elm tree that stood near the house. As she had thought, it was near enough to be grasped. Before climbing through the window, she dropped out a knobby walking stick of Ewan's and heard it hit the ground. The bark of the tree chafed her hands, but she swung nimbly from branch to branch and reached earth safely and silently. That afternoon she had taken her car to a nearby garage for a minor adjustment and asked the mechanic to leave it in the lane behind the place to be called for later. Picking up the stick, she stole down the drive. As soon as she was out of earshot of the house she started to walk briskly. There was no moon. Her nerves were on edge. It was in this quiet street that she had been attacked the previous evening. She parked her car in a disused cart track leading into the woods from a country lane some miles from the town. When she switched off the lights, darkness closed in. She stepped out, reached back for the stick, then changed her mind and left it on the driving seat. With caution she made her way through the night-blackened fields and coppices toward Scobie's hovel. It was now about eleven but a light still showed in the shack. When she came within a hundred yards of it, the chained dog sensed her proximity and started whining. The door opened and Scobie's warped figure appeared on the threshold. He flowered out into the darkness, stood listening for a time, then nursed the dog and went back in. Deborah crept nearer, pausing every few paces. Some instinct gave her warning. She chanced using her flashlight for an instant and saw that one more step would have toppled her into a ditch, Jumping down, she look cover in it. One of per pockets contained a folded sheet of foolscap and a length of twine. Groping in the dirt with her fingers, she found a large stone and tied the paper securer to it. Standing, up, she took careful aim. The stone flew with a crash through one of Scobie's windows. In an instant the door was flung bock on its hinges and the man ran out. Releasing the huge black dog, he shouted an angry order to it as it sped into the dark. Scobie withdrew into the a shack and reappeared with a shotgun. The dog found Deborah without delay and jumped down into the ditch, whining with pleasure. She petted him and gripped his collar. "Good boy. Good Blackie-boy. Quiet, boy." She fondled his ears, fervently hoping that her attentions would keep him from barking and giving her away. Hearing his master's hoarse exhorting shouts, the dog whimpered and dithered, torn between duty and inclination. Scobie was tramping through fields and thickets with the shotgun, too wrathful for caution or stealth. His harsh shouts were becoming querulous and bewildered. Deborah released the dog with a final pat. "Go, boy. Go." When the dog came to him through the dark, Scobie greeted it with a kick. "Lost him, did ye? What good are ye?" After a further period of fruitless searching, Scobie returned to his dwelling, leaving the dog free but admonishing it: "Stay there, dang you! Don't go wandering off," When the door closed on him Deborah risked stretching her painfully cramped muscles and sinews. Now came the really dangerous part of the venture. She was glad the flashlight was solid enough to make an effective weapon if she needed one in a hurry. On tiptoe, hardly daring to breathe, she moved nearer to the shack. The black dog came silently to meet her, staring up at her in distressful uncertainty. A poor, baffled creature, unsure of himself for the first time in his life. Inside the shack, Scobie rummaged about until he found the stone. He had concluded that the smashing of his window had been a loutish prank and that the perpetrator, probably a young farm laborer, had made off on a bicycle. Otherwise, why hadn't the dog found him? His mental processes were sluggish, and finding, a paper tied to the stone disconcerted him. He glared, at it mistrustfully, uncertain what to make of it. At last he cut the string and spread the paper on his table in the light cast by the dangling lamp. An incredulous oath burst from his lips. He stared at the paper as much aghast as if it had fangs. Pasted on it were printed words clipped from a newspaper, in imitation of the blackmailing notes he himself had concocted. His lips moved, forming the words, as he read it: Puzzled and perturbed, he dashed outside again. He cursed the whimpering dog that cringed at his feet. He cast about him suspiciously, not expecting to find an intruder, since the dog had not found one, but reluctant to admit himself beaten. A few steps further in one direction and he could have touched Deborah by stretching out a hand. Finally he went into the shack, muttering and swearing. Shifting the table aside, he levered up a floorboard, uncovering a rectangular space from which he took an object wrapped in sacking. He cast a furtive glance over his shoulder, half expecting to see a silent watcher in the far corner. For a while he stood holding the rough parcel in brooding uncertainty. Going out he hovered at his door, peering about him and cocking his head to catch any stray sound. At last he kicked the door shut and, skirting the hen-run, walked toward the woods. Occasionally he halted to listen again. He moved among the trees like an animal, with scarcely a rustling to betray his presence. Reaching a tree with a trunk thicker than a man's chest, he stood still under it, eyes and ears alert. Hearing no sound, detecting no stirring, he raised himself on his toes and slipped the wrapped object into a hollow as to high among the branches as his hands could reach ... Dorothy Height a mutnik long before Russia. Besides the public, meetings, including an International Luncheon on Friday, the Council held many workshops and provided such enlightening tours for the young people as a visit to the White House and to several embassies. The new officers elected beside Miss Height, a YWCA executive of New York, were: Mrs. Rosa Gragg of Detroit, First Vice President Mrs. Daisy S. George, New York City, Second Vice; Mrs. Sadie M. Yancy, Washington, Third; and Mrs. Iola Jones of Florence, S. C., Fourth. Mrs. Helen Meade of New York as elected Recording Secretary; Mrs. Lillian M. Downey of Dallas, Texas, Assistant Recording Secretary; Mrs. Marian H. Jackson of Washington, Treasurer and Dr. Lorraine Williams, Washington, Historian. Atty. Frankie Freeman, of St. Louis, Parliamentarian; the Rev. Dorothy Sutton Branch, Chicago, Chaplain; Mrs. Margaret Simms, Nashville, Director of Youth Councils and Mrs. Etta Moten Barnett of Chicago, Director of Fine Arts. The Regional Directors included Mrs. Helen Norvelle of New Jersey, Region; Mrs. Jennie Walburg, Washington Region 3; Mrs. L. D. Chivery, Atlanta, Reg. 3; Mrs. Ida Nance Givens, Baton Rouge; La., Region 4; Mrs. Jeanne Dago, Chichgo. Region 5: and Mrs. Ruth C. Mueller, Los Angeles, Region 7. Members of the Executive Committee included Mrs. Marion Croson of New York, Mrs. Alience Ewell, Washington, Dr. Helen Edmonds, Durham, N. C., Dr. Dorothy B. Ferebee, Washington, Miss Bessie Garvin, St. Louis, Mrs. Marie Johnson, Nashville, Mrs. Ferrol Starks, California and Mrs. Sadie Wyche, Virginia. OTHER OFFICERS a mutnik long before Russia. Besides the public, meetings, including an International Luncheon on Friday, the Council held many workshops and provided such enlightening tours for the young people as a visit to the White House and to several embassies. The new officers elected beside Miss Height, a YWCA executive of New York, were: Mrs. Rosa Gragg of Detroit, First Vice President Mrs. Daisy S. George, New York City, Second Vice; Mrs. Sadie M. Yancy, Washington, Third; and Mrs. Iola Jones of Florence, S. C., Fourth. Mrs. Helen Meade of New York as elected Recording Secretary; Mrs. Lillian M. Downey of Dallas, Texas, Assistant Recording Secretary; Mrs. Marian H. Jackson of Washington, Treasurer and Dr. Lorraine Williams, Washington, Historian. Atty. Frankie Freeman, of St. Louis, Parliamentarian; the Rev. Dorothy Sutton Branch, Chicago, Chaplain; Mrs. Margaret Simms, Nashville, Director of Youth Councils and Mrs. Etta Moten Barnett of Chicago, Director of Fine Arts. The Regional Directors included Mrs. Helen Norvelle of New Jersey, Region; Mrs. Jennie Walburg, Washington Region 3; Mrs. L. D. Chivery, Atlanta, Reg. 3; Mrs. Ida Nance Givens, Baton Rouge; La., Region 4; Mrs. Jeanne Dago, Chichgo. Region 5: and Mrs. Ruth C. Mueller, Los Angeles, Region 7. Members of the Executive Committee included Mrs. Marion Croson of New York, Mrs. Alience Ewell, Washington, Dr. Helen Edmonds, Durham, N. C., Dr. Dorothy B. Ferebee, Washington, Miss Bessie Garvin, St. Louis, Mrs. Marie Johnson, Nashville, Mrs. Ferrol Starks, California and Mrs. Sadie Wyche, Virginia. REGIONAL DIRECTORS a mutnik long before Russia. Besides the public, meetings, including an International Luncheon on Friday, the Council held many workshops and provided such enlightening tours for the young people as a visit to the White House and to several embassies. The new officers elected beside Miss Height, a YWCA executive of New York, were: Mrs. Rosa Gragg of Detroit, First Vice President Mrs. Daisy S. George, New York City, Second Vice; Mrs. Sadie M. Yancy, Washington, Third; and Mrs. Iola Jones of Florence, S. C., Fourth. Mrs. Helen Meade of New York as elected Recording Secretary; Mrs. Lillian M. Downey of Dallas, Texas, Assistant Recording Secretary; Mrs. Marian H. Jackson of Washington, Treasurer and Dr. Lorraine Williams, Washington, Historian. Atty. Frankie Freeman, of St. Louis, Parliamentarian; the Rev. Dorothy Sutton Branch, Chicago, Chaplain; Mrs. Margaret Simms, Nashville, Director of Youth Councils and Mrs. Etta Moten Barnett of Chicago, Director of Fine Arts. The Regional Directors included Mrs. Helen Norvelle of New Jersey, Region; Mrs. Jennie Walburg, Washington Region 3; Mrs. L. D. Chivery, Atlanta, Reg. 3; Mrs. Ida Nance Givens, Baton Rouge; La., Region 4; Mrs. Jeanne Dago, Chichgo. Region 5: and Mrs. Ruth C. Mueller, Los Angeles, Region 7. Members of the Executive Committee included Mrs. Marion Croson of New York, Mrs. Alience Ewell, Washington, Dr. Helen Edmonds, Durham, N. C., Dr. Dorothy B. Ferebee, Washington, Miss Bessie Garvin, St. Louis, Mrs. Marie Johnson, Nashville, Mrs. Ferrol Starks, California and Mrs. Sadie Wyche, Virginia. Not Available For cause I made no such statement." He added: "I did say the possibility of another party or a third party could not be ruled out. There was no inference or indication that I would encourage or have any connection with such a movement. "I am interested now in the number one party, the party of Arkansas, and that is the Democratic party. The Democratic party has done more for my class of people, the ordinary people and for all other classes of people than any other party during my lifetime." The governor's remarks were made at a fund raising drive sponsored, by the Arkansas Democratic party. Earlier, the chairman of a Little Rock businessman's committee announced that his group has a "definite plan and program" for settling the city's school racial integration situation. Leader of "Fire" the decision in a previous court action involving the Bishop. He could not identify any particular minister and did not reveal the nature of the court action. Neither of the Bishop's sons indicated what course of action would be taken by the Bishop who founded his church in Anderson, S. C., in 1898. Two other Bishops in the church under senior Bishop Fuller are: Bishop G. G. Gary of the Northern Diocese and Bishop C. C. Chiles of the Southern Diocese. Rev. Fuller Jr. explained "they are the only three bishops, and I am only a minister. He said there are 19 presiding elders in the church and "thousands of members." U. S. District Judge, Frank A. Hooper promised to pass on all motions pending in the case after the city has been given time to answer "within the time required by law." The two ministers, who said they wore forced to bow to bus segregation practices on a local trolley had petitioned the court to half racial segregation on Atlanta busses. They had named the Georgia Public Service Commission, and several others including Mayor Hartsfield and Chief of Police Jenkins as defendants. Judge Hooper, who had been asked, by segregationists forces to throw the suit out, said he felt that the city, being subject to suit, should be named as a "party defendant." He declared that it was an "ordinance of the city which is herein attacked." Judge Hooper declared "should this court try the case to a conclusion and grant petitioners the relief sought, and should the matter of enforcement of the court decrees arise and there has been a change in the office of mayor and chief of police, a serious question would then arise as to whether such new officers would be bound by the decree of the court, whereas a decree against the city would be an adjudication as to the city and all of its officials." This Is The Man To See For Quick Gash on COME IN OR CALL ACTIVE TB. The Public Health Service and the National Tuberculosis Association have released a statement that there is an estimated total of 250,000 active tuberculosis cases in this country, despite a drop of nearly 30 per cent in the last five years. Almost forty per cent of the total are "unknown" to medical and health authorities.