Memphis World Memphis World Publishing Co. 1959-11-18 Thaddeus T. Stokes MEMPHIS WORLD 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 unbiased and supporting those things it believes to be of interest to its readers and opposing those things against the interest of its readers. Equal Opportunity Is Good Democracy Democracy has many meanings. It can be a heartening promise, a stentorian challenge or an empty word — it all depends upon the viewpoint of those who use the word. Discussion of democracy can build community unity. It can develop endless-controversy unless there is agreement on its basic nature. One thing is certain. Democracy begins in the home community. It is in the local community where people most consciously depend upon each other. Contrariwise, it is here where demagogues can most readily exploit misunderstanding and ignorance - where the unscrupulous can most easily ploy off group against group, the clever against the ignorant, the underprivileged against the privileged and special interests against the general welfare. Thus, it is in the home community where democracy must succeed by being constantly widened and strengthened. This requires agreement among leaders on the basic facts concerning the good of the over-all objectives. This, in turn, demands a of common standards and objectives. This, in turn, demands a service organization with a passion for truth and democracy — one that seeks out leaders of all interested groups and helps to weld them into a team for research and sound planning in the interests of a broader and more vital democracy. The Urban League is such a service organization. It speaks to the responsible leaders of our community, on a subject of vital interest to all: Democracy and Race Relations. The business and community leaders of both racial groups can well afford to cooperate with the Urban League in achieving this worthy objective. The League is observing Equal Opportunity Week — November 16-19 — and let us all reflect on the meaning of it. It is sound and just and can help community goodwill and progress. Do Brains Get Hungry? It would be an interesting race of human beings if the minds of men and women demanded food with the same insistence that the stomach does. Suppose your brain, if neglected and forgotten for a day, would set up the some insistent clamor for sustenance that your appetite does. Would you know more, or do you, maybe, take care of the normal cravings that visit intelligent minds and see that you provide a diet for the thinking machine? Truth is supposed to be the goal of education and philosophy, and religion, as well. The truth will "set you free." How many of us realize that the beat pursuit of truth comes only when a-mind is free of passion, prejudices and popular superstitutionst how many of us make any systematic effort to remove such cobweds from our brains? Goodwill Is The Answer In any community suffering from acute social problems, a clashing of-interests, or other growing-pains, the community will benefit if parties to disagreements maintain an attitude of goodwill toward their fellowmen. It should always be remembered that in this community, as in every other community, we must live and work together, day by day. Statements reflecting bitterness or selfish views do not accomplish anything in the way of harmony, progress or better living and working conditions. On the other hand, if one's views ore expressed through the medium of goodwill and fairness, even divergent views can be expressed without stirring antagonisms, personal resentment and bitterness. This is something all of our citizens should keep in mind, in seeking to make this community a better place in which to live and work. It should also be remembered that one loses his effectiveness by assuming an extremist, or radical, approach to any problem. A patient, fair-minded approach will usually develop support among the majority of citizens, who almost always favor moderation. On the other hand, extremist views alienate potential support, crystallize opposition and accomplish the exact opposite purpose from that intended. Now Dig This, They Think Satchmo's A Bad Bad Spy The newspaper Al Ahram said Friday Lebanese authorities had uncovered an Israeli spy ring whose leaders included Louis (Satchmo) Armstrong. Al Ahram said the "Israeli spy ring" operated in Arab countries in "the guise of dancing and singing troupes which include world famous artists." Armstrong, who recently made a 22-week tour of Europe and the Middle East visited Beirut, Lebanon, on the trip. He also performed in Czechoslovakia. The newspaper identified the leader of the "ring" as Johnny Stark, described agent with headquarters at Istanbul." In New York, Armstrong's agent Joe Glasser termed the Egyptian charges "silly .... ridiculous ...... absurd. . . . a joke." 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. Cont the letters in your first name. If the number of 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 rectingle and check every one of your key numbers, left to right. Then read the message letters under the checked figures give you. Methodists Expect hop Hickman, "one of the greatest leaders ever to preside over the district," Rev. Starks said. "Bishop Hickman .. has given a type of administration which has been an incentive for the building of new churches and parsonages. He has made many Episcopal visits to both rural and city churches. The district has increased in new memberships and in new members." "The Conference is proud of its native son. Rev. Starks said, "and would welcome him and his lovely, wife back to a continuation of their splendid work. Others scheduled to appear on the Wednesday program are: Rev. E. K. Keyes, Rev. P. W. DeLyles, P. E.. Rev. W. E. Pruitt, Rev. J. L. Dentham, Rev. G. C. Jenkins. Rev. R. L. McRae, Rev. B. S. Taylor and Rev. A. D. Brown. Clayborn Temple, site of the Conference, the largest of the Conference's connectional churches, was rounded in 1949 by Bishop John H. Clayton, then presiding Bishop of the 13th Episcopal District. "NATIVE SON hop Hickman, "one of the greatest leaders ever to preside over the district," Rev. Starks said. "Bishop Hickman .. has given a type of administration which has been an incentive for the building of new churches and parsonages. He has made many Episcopal visits to both rural and city churches. The district has increased in new memberships and in new members." "The Conference is proud of its native son. Rev. Starks said, "and would welcome him and his lovely, wife back to a continuation of their splendid work. Others scheduled to appear on the Wednesday program are: Rev. E. K. Keyes, Rev. P. W. DeLyles, P. E.. Rev. W. E. Pruitt, Rev. J. L. Dentham, Rev. G. C. Jenkins. Rev. R. L. McRae, Rev. B. S. Taylor and Rev. A. D. Brown. Clayborn Temple, site of the Conference, the largest of the Conference's connectional churches, was rounded in 1949 by Bishop John H. Clayton, then presiding Bishop of the 13th Episcopal District. Ambassador, Son Attend Funeral Of Traffic Victim "I have come this Afternoon to express to the family and Mends of Mrs. Josie Hamlin our profound deepest sympathy and to tell you how sorry my son is". Irish Ambassader to the U. S., John J, Hearne told the congregations at the funeral of the woman his son accidentally killed last week. The ambassador was asked to come to the altar by Rev. C. B. Nathan at the end of the 30-minute service. His son, David 21, sat with his head bowed. David's automobile struck Mrs. Hamlin in Washington where she worked. He claimed diplomatic immunity, thereby avoiding prosecution. It is reported that he has avoiding prosecution by the same method in several skirmishes with the law Washington. Hearne and David were among 450 Negroes crowded into AME Zion Methodist Church near here. The congregation expressed fits forgiveness as the two sat near the open casket and were the first to file past at the end of the ceremony. A carload of deputies waited outside the church but there were no hostilities. Relatives of Mrs. Hamlin were reportedly angry because David could not be prosecuted. David announced that his insurance adjusters will consult with Mrs. Hamlin's attorney, William S. Thompson, this week to work out a settlement. He also said that his father does not intend sending him back to Ireland, but that he would continue his studies at American University in Washington. The ambassador and his son were driving to the church in a rented car after the funeral procession had wound its way from nearby Franklin. Va. CROWD "FORGIVES" "I have come this Afternoon to express to the family and Mends of Mrs. Josie Hamlin our profound deepest sympathy and to tell you how sorry my son is". Irish Ambassader to the U. S., John J, Hearne told the congregations at the funeral of the woman his son accidentally killed last week. The ambassador was asked to come to the altar by Rev. C. B. Nathan at the end of the 30-minute service. His son, David 21, sat with his head bowed. David's automobile struck Mrs. Hamlin in Washington where she worked. He claimed diplomatic immunity, thereby avoiding prosecution. It is reported that he has avoiding prosecution by the same method in several skirmishes with the law Washington. Hearne and David were among 450 Negroes crowded into AME Zion Methodist Church near here. The congregation expressed fits forgiveness as the two sat near the open casket and were the first to file past at the end of the ceremony. A carload of deputies waited outside the church but there were no hostilities. Relatives of Mrs. Hamlin were reportedly angry because David could not be prosecuted. David announced that his insurance adjusters will consult with Mrs. Hamlin's attorney, William S. Thompson, this week to work out a settlement. He also said that his father does not intend sending him back to Ireland, but that he would continue his studies at American University in Washington. The ambassador and his son were driving to the church in a rented car after the funeral procession had wound its way from nearby Franklin. Va. NMA President much more likely to produce antibodies to combat differences in blood substances than from his own race. Dr. Mazique added that "It is suspect the arid-bodies Dr. Scudder and his associates have recently identified and are popularizing are far more of a social origin for exploitative purposes than of a physically scientific nature intended rather to combat the current campaign to eradicate dirrerences of opportunity rather than blood substances." Dr. Maziquqe added that "It is ironic that Dr. Scudder, who did so much to develop the technique of blood plasma extraction with the able assistance and cooperation of the late Dr. Charles R. Drew on the eve of the great war against Hitler to rout forever theories of racial supremacy, should himself participate in propaganda at this stage of world-wide rejection of racial-based theories, to restore the Aryan concept of racial differences." "It is hard to believe that the school of thought which supplied scientific proof to the folly of the American Red Cross blood policy of segregation should now Itself disclaim its former findings in favor of separation on the basis of a contrived 'pure race' theory," Dr. Mazique said. 'These new revelations," Dr. Mazique said, "reminds us that slavery and segregation die hard and their legacy must be fought out in the North where it is now raising its ugly head under the guise of benevolent concern for human welfare." "Today, we Negroes, are cnallenged to mobilize our organizational strength—for while the South lay dying on the reserts of its conquest, Northern interest is experiencing, a new life destined to recapture the South, Negro and white with the support this the of complacer trusting, innocent Negroes, Dr. Mazique concluded. TOUCH SADDLE By MATT STUART By Matt Stuart, 1959; from the Dodd. Mead Co. novels distributed by King Features Syndicate. The only girl Link Asbell has ever cared about is angering him with her father dead. Sue Vincent should be grasping the responsibility of protecting the Big Five ranch against range rivals Instead she has given attention to little except gala parties As the ranch foreman. Asbell is being forced to make the decisions and face the problems alone. In going the rounds of line camps on the Big Five. Asbell round the Link's report to Sue has angered her! because of his suggestion that Packy was murdered as a result of the old feud of Jonas Dalmar and Bardo Sampson with Sue's father. Jonas is the father of one Sue's suitors. Frank Dalmar, and co-owner with Sampson of the Double Diamond ranch. Asbell has other reason for anger. Jonas Dalmar has made no pretense of concern over happenings to either Packy or Link and incited one of his cowboys. Sage Wingo, to attack Link. Link licked Wingo, but he is aware that Dalmar will not be discouraged by that. He has evidence of Pack's murder that Sue cannot deny, for in an autopsy. Doc Jerome found a bullet in the head of the charred corpse, Now. with Nels Madison a rancher neighbor ot the Big Five, shot in the back, Link's on the spot. HEADING homeward, Link Asbell was startled to see bow much ot the day had slipped away. The and was well over his left shoulder and settling toward the Saddleback Hills. Considering time and events, he found it bard to realize all that had taken place in the short apace of a scant twenty-four hours. At this time yesterday, all he had to be concerned with was the everyday business of ranch affairs, with no particular, problem to fret over. Now, one good man, Packy Lane, was dead. Another. Nels Madison, lay dangerously wounded, and there was grim shadow suddenly across the earth. Be careful, Doc Jerome Dad warned. Be darned careful! Because, Doc said, there was a pattern shaping up, an ugly one. In effect, Whit Henderson Had said the same thing. So had Pearly Grimes. Oldtimers, all three of them, long on the plain. Oldtimers who well knew the pulse ot this range, past and present, apparent and hidden. Asbell stood in his stirrups, swung bis bead restlessly. So far as he could see there was nothing moving at the moment except a couple of dust devils Kicked up by the late afternoon wind that had begun to funnel down out of the Saddlebacks. Afterwards, however, when Big Five headquarters lifted ahead, ranchhouse shining whitely in the sun's long slant, a pair of riders jogged in from the north and pulled up in front of the place. Sue Vincent and Frank Dalmar. Asbell's eyes darkenec as he cut over to face them, his mood harsh and antagonistic. Other than a difference in years, Frank Dalmar was a replica of his father, youthfully lank where old Jonas was gaunt. He had the same black hair and eyes, the same thin cast of feature. But where his father's habitual expression was ardonic, derisive. Frank's tended more Coward the arrogance ot an only partially covered conceit. The hint of arrogance was hold Link Asbell's glance, but in this made him uneasy in bis saddle. Sue Vincent and not miss the hostility in Asbell's look and manner, either and she spoke up quickly as if to head off something she was fearful of. "What is it, Link? you've something to tell me?" Asbell's nod was curt. "Something to tell both you— and Dalmar. Dalmar first. Starting now, he gets off Big Five land and he stays off! I catch turn on any part of it again, I run hell out of him with a quirt. You hear me, Dalmar? Get off and stay off!" At first, Frank Delmar's expresston was one of startled incredulity. Then dark color washed up his narrow cheeks and his lips pulled thin. "That's crazy talk, Asbell," he retorted. "You must have lost your senses!" "Wrong!" Asbell rapped. 'I've Just come to them." For a moment. Sue Vincent also seemed unable to believe her ears. Then, flawing hotly, she lashed at Asbell with blazing glance and furious worda. "Don't you dare threaten a friend of mine this way! Link Asbell, just what do you mean?" "You know what I mean, I night, palmar gets off Big Five land and lie stays off!" She faced up to mm, her head back, her slim shoulders squared, all seething indignation, all quivering anger. Twin spots of color blazed high in her cheeks and there were little, pale cavities at the corners of her nostrils. Her voice ran repressed, husky with feeling. "Link, you've been on this ranch a long time. My father believed in you and trusted you as he trusted no other. I—I've believed in you and trusted you, too. But if you persist m this blind, ridiculous antagonism Dad passed along to you, then you'll have to leave, You can't stay on at Big Five, feeling and acting as you do. What you Just said to Frank is almost unforgivable. You'll apologize now—and fully! Or— or you can go roll your gear and I'll make out your time!" Under the storm 01 her words, Asbell's face became an impassive mask, devoid of any expression save a settled bleakness. His glance was steady, unwavering. "There'll be no apology. Firing me won't help matters, either. I'll still run him off Big Five land. Sue, there's a lot you don't know." Her reply came in something not far from a tight whisper. "I know this. I know that yon assume too much. So—you cannot stay another hour on this ranch. Get your gear together. Your time will be waiting for you on the office desk!" Frank Dalmar laughed thinly. "Good girl! That cuts him down, to size." Asbell threw him a quick glance. "I'll still be too big for you, Dalmar! you had your warning and you should have listened to it. I'll get around to you in a minute." He turned back to Sue Vincent, "I'm going, to believe you don't quite mean all of that, Sue. But if you do, here's something for you to heat, first. No accident or natural cause killed Packy Lane. Packy was murdered — shot through the head. Doc Jerome established that proof this morning and has sworn to it by affidavit. Which Isn't all. "Right now, Doc is at the Running M, fighting for a man's lite. He asked me to bring this message to you. That you get over there right away, prepared to Stay a while. Mandy Madison needs help and comfort." Startled past her immediate anger, Sue Vincent stared at him. "Mandy—needs help and comfort Why?" "Because her man has been shot. Somebody tried to gulch Nels. No, he's not dead. At least he wasn't when I left Running. M a little while ago. "But there's no certainty be won't be, bad wounded the way he is. Mandy's being wonderfully brave about' It, but a spell of tears would do her good, and she needs a friend's comforting shoulder. Yours." Sue's look" went past Asbell, seeing neither him or anything else immediately around. For all her thoughts were turned inward, weighing the ominous significance of the facts Just given her. She drew a deep breath, then softly cried: "Mandy—oh, Mandy!" In one tithe twist she was out ot her saddle, through the patio entrance and running for the ranchhouse door. Link Asbell returned his cold regard to Frank Dalmar. "Out of respect for Sue's feelings and for no other reason, you get this chance to ride oft Big Five land. But after you do, you stay off! Or do you feel like arguing, the point?" For a little time it 'seemed Frank Dalmar might dare that very thing. Then he shrugged and lifted his reins. "I didn't shoot anybody, Asbell, so I'm damned it I know why you're so hostile all of a sudden... Not that I care, particularly. Every man to His own preference, and I don't like you any better than you like me. Past all that, there can always be another time, and another place." "Any time—any place!" Asbell invited curtly. Frank Dalmar did not reply, but turned his horse and lifted it to a lope, heading south By Mott Stuart, 1959, from the Dodd, Mend & Co. novel; distributed by King Features Syndicate WHAT HAS HAPPENED By MATT STUART By Matt Stuart, 1959; from the Dodd. Mead Co. novels distributed by King Features Syndicate. The only girl Link Asbell has ever cared about is angering him with her father dead. Sue Vincent should be grasping the responsibility of protecting the Big Five ranch against range rivals Instead she has given attention to little except gala parties As the ranch foreman. Asbell is being forced to make the decisions and face the problems alone. In going the rounds of line camps on the Big Five. Asbell round the Link's report to Sue has angered her! because of his suggestion that Packy was murdered as a result of the old feud of Jonas Dalmar and Bardo Sampson with Sue's father. Jonas is the father of one Sue's suitors. Frank Dalmar, and co-owner with Sampson of the Double Diamond ranch. Asbell has other reason for anger. Jonas Dalmar has made no pretense of concern over happenings to either Packy or Link and incited one of his cowboys. Sage Wingo, to attack Link. Link licked Wingo, but he is aware that Dalmar will not be discouraged by that. He has evidence of Pack's murder that Sue cannot deny, for in an autopsy. Doc Jerome found a bullet in the head of the charred corpse, Now. with Nels Madison a rancher neighbor ot the Big Five, shot in the back, Link's on the spot. HEADING homeward, Link Asbell was startled to see bow much ot the day had slipped away. The and was well over his left shoulder and settling toward the Saddleback Hills. Considering time and events, he found it bard to realize all that had taken place in the short apace of a scant twenty-four hours. At this time yesterday, all he had to be concerned with was the everyday business of ranch affairs, with no particular, problem to fret over. Now, one good man, Packy Lane, was dead. Another. Nels Madison, lay dangerously wounded, and there was grim shadow suddenly across the earth. Be careful, Doc Jerome Dad warned. Be darned careful! Because, Doc said, there was a pattern shaping up, an ugly one. In effect, Whit Henderson Had said the same thing. So had Pearly Grimes. Oldtimers, all three of them, long on the plain. Oldtimers who well knew the pulse ot this range, past and present, apparent and hidden. Asbell stood in his stirrups, swung bis bead restlessly. So far as he could see there was nothing moving at the moment except a couple of dust devils Kicked up by the late afternoon wind that had begun to funnel down out of the Saddlebacks. Afterwards, however, when Big Five headquarters lifted ahead, ranchhouse shining whitely in the sun's long slant, a pair of riders jogged in from the north and pulled up in front of the place. Sue Vincent and Frank Dalmar. Asbell's eyes darkenec as he cut over to face them, his mood harsh and antagonistic. Other than a difference in years, Frank Dalmar was a replica of his father, youthfully lank where old Jonas was gaunt. He had the same black hair and eyes, the same thin cast of feature. But where his father's habitual expression was ardonic, derisive. Frank's tended more Coward the arrogance ot an only partially covered conceit. The hint of arrogance was hold Link Asbell's glance, but in this made him uneasy in bis saddle. Sue Vincent and not miss the hostility in Asbell's look and manner, either and she spoke up quickly as if to head off something she was fearful of. "What is it, Link? you've something to tell me?" Asbell's nod was curt. "Something to tell both you— and Dalmar. Dalmar first. Starting now, he gets off Big Five land and he stays off! I catch turn on any part of it again, I run hell out of him with a quirt. You hear me, Dalmar? Get off and stay off!" At first, Frank Delmar's expresston was one of startled incredulity. Then dark color washed up his narrow cheeks and his lips pulled thin. "That's crazy talk, Asbell," he retorted. "You must have lost your senses!" "Wrong!" Asbell rapped. 'I've Just come to them." For a moment. Sue Vincent also seemed unable to believe her ears. Then, flawing hotly, she lashed at Asbell with blazing glance and furious worda. "Don't you dare threaten a friend of mine this way! Link Asbell, just what do you mean?" "You know what I mean, I night, palmar gets off Big Five land and lie stays off!" She faced up to mm, her head back, her slim shoulders squared, all seething indignation, all quivering anger. Twin spots of color blazed high in her cheeks and there were little, pale cavities at the corners of her nostrils. Her voice ran repressed, husky with feeling. "Link, you've been on this ranch a long time. My father believed in you and trusted you as he trusted no other. I—I've believed in you and trusted you, too. But if you persist m this blind, ridiculous antagonism Dad passed along to you, then you'll have to leave, You can't stay on at Big Five, feeling and acting as you do. What you Just said to Frank is almost unforgivable. You'll apologize now—and fully! Or— or you can go roll your gear and I'll make out your time!" Under the storm 01 her words, Asbell's face became an impassive mask, devoid of any expression save a settled bleakness. His glance was steady, unwavering. "There'll be no apology. Firing me won't help matters, either. I'll still run him off Big Five land. Sue, there's a lot you don't know." Her reply came in something not far from a tight whisper. "I know this. I know that yon assume too much. So—you cannot stay another hour on this ranch. Get your gear together. Your time will be waiting for you on the office desk!" Frank Dalmar laughed thinly. "Good girl! That cuts him down, to size." Asbell threw him a quick glance. "I'll still be too big for you, Dalmar! you had your warning and you should have listened to it. I'll get around to you in a minute." He turned back to Sue Vincent, "I'm going, to believe you don't quite mean all of that, Sue. But if you do, here's something for you to heat, first. No accident or natural cause killed Packy Lane. Packy was murdered — shot through the head. Doc Jerome established that proof this morning and has sworn to it by affidavit. Which Isn't all. "Right now, Doc is at the Running M, fighting for a man's lite. He asked me to bring this message to you. That you get over there right away, prepared to Stay a while. Mandy Madison needs help and comfort." Startled past her immediate anger, Sue Vincent stared at him. "Mandy—needs help and comfort Why?" "Because her man has been shot. Somebody tried to gulch Nels. No, he's not dead. At least he wasn't when I left Running. M a little while ago. "But there's no certainty be won't be, bad wounded the way he is. Mandy's being wonderfully brave about' It, but a spell of tears would do her good, and she needs a friend's comforting shoulder. Yours." Sue's look" went past Asbell, seeing neither him or anything else immediately around. For all her thoughts were turned inward, weighing the ominous significance of the facts Just given her. She drew a deep breath, then softly cried: "Mandy—oh, Mandy!" In one tithe twist she was out ot her saddle, through the patio entrance and running for the ranchhouse door. Link Asbell returned his cold regard to Frank Dalmar. "Out of respect for Sue's feelings and for no other reason, you get this chance to ride oft Big Five land. But after you do, you stay off! Or do you feel like arguing, the point?" For a little time it 'seemed Frank Dalmar might dare that very thing. Then he shrugged and lifted his reins. "I didn't shoot anybody, Asbell, so I'm damned it I know why you're so hostile all of a sudden... Not that I care, particularly. Every man to His own preference, and I don't like you any better than you like me. Past all that, there can always be another time, and another place." "Any time—any place!" Asbell invited curtly. Frank Dalmar did not reply, but turned his horse and lifted it to a lope, heading south By Mott Stuart, 1959, from the Dodd, Mend & Co. novel; distributed by King Features Syndicate CHAPTER 12 By MATT STUART By Matt Stuart, 1959; from the Dodd. Mead Co. novels distributed by King Features Syndicate. The only girl Link Asbell has ever cared about is angering him with her father dead. Sue Vincent should be grasping the responsibility of protecting the Big Five ranch against range rivals Instead she has given attention to little except gala parties As the ranch foreman. Asbell is being forced to make the decisions and face the problems alone. In going the rounds of line camps on the Big Five. Asbell round the Link's report to Sue has angered her! because of his suggestion that Packy was murdered as a result of the old feud of Jonas Dalmar and Bardo Sampson with Sue's father. Jonas is the father of one Sue's suitors. Frank Dalmar, and co-owner with Sampson of the Double Diamond ranch. Asbell has other reason for anger. Jonas Dalmar has made no pretense of concern over happenings to either Packy or Link and incited one of his cowboys. Sage Wingo, to attack Link. Link licked Wingo, but he is aware that Dalmar will not be discouraged by that. He has evidence of Pack's murder that Sue cannot deny, for in an autopsy. Doc Jerome found a bullet in the head of the charred corpse, Now. with Nels Madison a rancher neighbor ot the Big Five, shot in the back, Link's on the spot. HEADING homeward, Link Asbell was startled to see bow much ot the day had slipped away. The and was well over his left shoulder and settling toward the Saddleback Hills. Considering time and events, he found it bard to realize all that had taken place in the short apace of a scant twenty-four hours. At this time yesterday, all he had to be concerned with was the everyday business of ranch affairs, with no particular, problem to fret over. Now, one good man, Packy Lane, was dead. Another. Nels Madison, lay dangerously wounded, and there was grim shadow suddenly across the earth. Be careful, Doc Jerome Dad warned. Be darned careful! Because, Doc said, there was a pattern shaping up, an ugly one. In effect, Whit Henderson Had said the same thing. So had Pearly Grimes. Oldtimers, all three of them, long on the plain. Oldtimers who well knew the pulse ot this range, past and present, apparent and hidden. Asbell stood in his stirrups, swung bis bead restlessly. So far as he could see there was nothing moving at the moment except a couple of dust devils Kicked up by the late afternoon wind that had begun to funnel down out of the Saddlebacks. Afterwards, however, when Big Five headquarters lifted ahead, ranchhouse shining whitely in the sun's long slant, a pair of riders jogged in from the north and pulled up in front of the place. Sue Vincent and Frank Dalmar. Asbell's eyes darkenec as he cut over to face them, his mood harsh and antagonistic. Other than a difference in years, Frank Dalmar was a replica of his father, youthfully lank where old Jonas was gaunt. He had the same black hair and eyes, the same thin cast of feature. But where his father's habitual expression was ardonic, derisive. Frank's tended more Coward the arrogance ot an only partially covered conceit. The hint of arrogance was hold Link Asbell's glance, but in this made him uneasy in bis saddle. Sue Vincent and not miss the hostility in Asbell's look and manner, either and she spoke up quickly as if to head off something she was fearful of. "What is it, Link? you've something to tell me?" Asbell's nod was curt. "Something to tell both you— and Dalmar. Dalmar first. Starting now, he gets off Big Five land and he stays off! I catch turn on any part of it again, I run hell out of him with a quirt. You hear me, Dalmar? Get off and stay off!" At first, Frank Delmar's expresston was one of startled incredulity. Then dark color washed up his narrow cheeks and his lips pulled thin. "That's crazy talk, Asbell," he retorted. "You must have lost your senses!" "Wrong!" Asbell rapped. 'I've Just come to them." For a moment. Sue Vincent also seemed unable to believe her ears. Then, flawing hotly, she lashed at Asbell with blazing glance and furious worda. "Don't you dare threaten a friend of mine this way! Link Asbell, just what do you mean?" "You know what I mean, I night, palmar gets off Big Five land and lie stays off!" She faced up to mm, her head back, her slim shoulders squared, all seething indignation, all quivering anger. Twin spots of color blazed high in her cheeks and there were little, pale cavities at the corners of her nostrils. Her voice ran repressed, husky with feeling. "Link, you've been on this ranch a long time. My father believed in you and trusted you as he trusted no other. I—I've believed in you and trusted you, too. But if you persist m this blind, ridiculous antagonism Dad passed along to you, then you'll have to leave, You can't stay on at Big Five, feeling and acting as you do. What you Just said to Frank is almost unforgivable. You'll apologize now—and fully! Or— or you can go roll your gear and I'll make out your time!" Under the storm 01 her words, Asbell's face became an impassive mask, devoid of any expression save a settled bleakness. His glance was steady, unwavering. "There'll be no apology. Firing me won't help matters, either. I'll still run him off Big Five land. Sue, there's a lot you don't know." Her reply came in something not far from a tight whisper. "I know this. I know that yon assume too much. So—you cannot stay another hour on this ranch. Get your gear together. Your time will be waiting for you on the office desk!" Frank Dalmar laughed thinly. "Good girl! That cuts him down, to size." Asbell threw him a quick glance. "I'll still be too big for you, Dalmar! you had your warning and you should have listened to it. I'll get around to you in a minute." He turned back to Sue Vincent, "I'm going, to believe you don't quite mean all of that, Sue. But if you do, here's something for you to heat, first. No accident or natural cause killed Packy Lane. Packy was murdered — shot through the head. Doc Jerome established that proof this morning and has sworn to it by affidavit. Which Isn't all. "Right now, Doc is at the Running M, fighting for a man's lite. He asked me to bring this message to you. That you get over there right away, prepared to Stay a while. Mandy Madison needs help and comfort." Startled past her immediate anger, Sue Vincent stared at him. "Mandy—needs help and comfort Why?" "Because her man has been shot. Somebody tried to gulch Nels. No, he's not dead. At least he wasn't when I left Running. M a little while ago. "But there's no certainty be won't be, bad wounded the way he is. Mandy's being wonderfully brave about' It, but a spell of tears would do her good, and she needs a friend's comforting shoulder. Yours." Sue's look" went past Asbell, seeing neither him or anything else immediately around. For all her thoughts were turned inward, weighing the ominous significance of the facts Just given her. She drew a deep breath, then softly cried: "Mandy—oh, Mandy!" In one tithe twist she was out ot her saddle, through the patio entrance and running for the ranchhouse door. Link Asbell returned his cold regard to Frank Dalmar. "Out of respect for Sue's feelings and for no other reason, you get this chance to ride oft Big Five land. But after you do, you stay off! Or do you feel like arguing, the point?" For a little time it 'seemed Frank Dalmar might dare that very thing. Then he shrugged and lifted his reins. "I didn't shoot anybody, Asbell, so I'm damned it I know why you're so hostile all of a sudden... Not that I care, particularly. Every man to His own preference, and I don't like you any better than you like me. Past all that, there can always be another time, and another place." "Any time—any place!" Asbell invited curtly. Frank Dalmar did not reply, but turned his horse and lifted it to a lope, heading south By Mott Stuart, 1959, from the Dodd, Mend & Co. novel; distributed by King Features Syndicate Dr. S. A. Owens corp. Among other veterans appearing on the program for brief remarks were: Rev. E. C. Tippertt, chaplain of Veterans Benefit, Nathaniel Hendrix. Grover C. Burson. commander of Austress Russell Post 27 of American Legion; Taylor C. Hares, Johnnie Powell Edwin Prater and Clifton Satterfield, past state commander of the American Legion. Mrs. Bertha Estes, mother of Atty. Estes; presented courage to Mrs. S. A. Owen. Master of ceremony was Fred McClellon. Football Scores OTHER SCORES I Got A Young Wife had been discovered by Lebanese authorities to be operating in Arab countries and singing troupes which include world famous artists." It said the leader of the ring' was a Johnny stark, described as a "well-known Israeli agent with headquarters at Istanbul." "Why man, the only Stark I ever heard of was a trumpet player who used W play with Chick Webb," Armstrong said, "Bobby Start." The newspaper said other members of the alleged ring included dancers of the "Los Pragos". ballet troupe run by Stark. "You ever- hear of "em" demanded Armstrong. "I never heard or "em." Armstrong said sure, he had been on both Bides of the Arab curtain during his recent 22-week tour! of Europe and the Middle East. His wife Lucille accompanied him. "I went everywhere I been in every book and corner. Im in those towns and those cities. "I Played Israel, we had a wonderful time. I know about Jerusalem from the Bible. My, was I surprised to see Jerusalem swing like it did. "When I'm in them towns and those cities, though, Lucille and I are up in our hotel room, you know what I mean. And I got those tapes and my trumpets. And we got a 'do not disturb sign on the door. "I can get better kicks than spying about." Urban Renewal Unit Assails Slum Sales Atlanta Urban Renewal Department reported that slum property owners are selling it without disclosing that it must be extensively. repaired or torn down. City attorneys were against the system used in many cities, that of posting condemnation signs-on property. However, Col. Malcom Jones, urban renewal director, is looking for effective means of combating the problem — the filing of a copy of the Inspector's report on a house with the deed at the courthouse. SCIENCE AID URGED The Republican party has coiled for more basic scientific research and urged tax benefits for private enterprise to encourage individual effort" in the field. The recommendations were contained in the first of four reports by the Republican Committee on Program and Progress. Alaskan Official participate vote... "if you don't help run your government you government will run you," she insised. She said that women have a long way to go in realizing their potential in leadership she asked them to help the NAACP, saying "we must live for what we are willing to die for". She noted that the women are setting bed examples for the members of the Youth Council to follow. The Atlanta Council organized last summer and has 100 members already. The council has carried out two freedom marches. In speaking of her adopted state, Mrs. McSmith said that the first question nearly everyone asks concerns the weather. She said Alaska is a "growing, bustling place but we need industry and people." There are only 225,000 people in the now biggest state in the union. Between seven and 8,000 are Negroes. Most of these live in Anchorage about 4,000 she said that the Anchorage branch NAACP is 500 strong. The Council also heard an appeal from its national president, Amos C. Brown, a roaring speaker who told of the importance of being in the NAACP, especially in his home state of Mississippi. Others on the program were Misses Eva Kendrick, presiding, and Joan Armstrong and James Mann and Thomas Harris. Beaufort Girl Awarded $75,000 Damages By Jury Sixteenyear-old Lorraine Dunbar, Beaufort, S. C,, Friday had been awarded $75,000 in damages From the Atlantic Greyhound Carp. A jury of Brunswick-City Court awarded damages to Miss Dunbar. She had sought damages or $161,491.24. Miss Dunbar claimed she suffered permanent injuries on Aug11, 1558, when a Greyhound bus collided with the tear of a car in which she was a passenger on U. S. 17 one millenorth of Narien. A new trial will be sought by Greyhound. 'People To People' Program Working In Honolulu President Eisenhower's "People-To-People" program is making great strides in the 50th state of our Union, as evidenced, by the many note worthy programs being carried on daily. James C. Evans of Washington, D. C. is an executive of the program. This city recently contributed to the clothing and fund drive of the United Japanese Society to aid typhoon victims in Japan and also has helped the schools of Laos. A very important phase of the program is Oie Sister City project, which is the adoption of Hiroshima as its "Sister City." Bill Bailey Held After Dope Raid Bill Bailey, the brother of singer Pearl Bailey, was one of 85 persons arrested in a "beatnik dope raid" last week. Detectives who grew beards and learned to play the bongo drums to infiltrate" ranks, made the arersts. The undercover task force of "beatnik" detectives trapped some of its victims by inviting them to a poetry and marijuana party. When the guests arrived, they were promptly arrested. Inspector Edward F. Carey organized "operation beatnik" last month in an effort to wipe out the widespread use of marijuana, or "pot smoking" by beatniks in the Manhattan area. SEEING and SAYING By WILLIAM FOWLKES World's Managing Editor WE WERE touring television headquarters of the National Broadcasting Company in Rockefeller Center, New York. The guide had labored graciously and at length to explain the components of 'compatible color television transmission, through which black and-white tube sets can receive program telecasts simultaneously with color tube sets. The layman visitors were intrigued by the mechanics of the dohickey, which hos proved the greatest entertainment medium of the century. Under the compatible or adaptable wave lengths of the telecast, a device in the TV camera breaks up the transmitted colors through a set of glass prisms and establishes the pattern of waves through the air. At home, sets with tubes manufactured to take these color waves from the air do so with ease and beauty, while at the same time sets only devised to pick up the block and white images also pick up the programmed feature. All, of course, accompanied by sound. BUT THE GUIDE led us on through the studios, one floor of which covers a city block. At one point of the tour we reached the windows separating the outer hallways from the quarters of the engineers, the gentlemen and ladies with the know-how of sending out the programs on the wires and the air. The presence of this Brown American in NBC studios is a tribute to the continued drive of the National Urban League, which this week has effected the celebration of "Equal Opportunity Week" all over the land. National Urban League years ago began to prove to major industry that there was genius among black and brown youth and that industry ought to use it for the benefit of all Americans. Today, there are hundreds of colored engineers in every branch of industry and government. All they have wanted was the chance of an equal opportunity to learn and peddle their wares. Equal Opportunity Week By WILLIAM FOWLKES World's Managing Editor WE WERE touring television headquarters of the National Broadcasting Company in Rockefeller Center, New York. The guide had labored graciously and at length to explain the components of 'compatible color television transmission, through which black and-white tube sets can receive program telecasts simultaneously with color tube sets. The layman visitors were intrigued by the mechanics of the dohickey, which hos proved the greatest entertainment medium of the century. Under the compatible or adaptable wave lengths of the telecast, a device in the TV camera breaks up the transmitted colors through a set of glass prisms and establishes the pattern of waves through the air. At home, sets with tubes manufactured to take these color waves from the air do so with ease and beauty, while at the same time sets only devised to pick up the block and white images also pick up the programmed feature. All, of course, accompanied by sound. BUT THE GUIDE led us on through the studios, one floor of which covers a city block. At one point of the tour we reached the windows separating the outer hallways from the quarters of the engineers, the gentlemen and ladies with the know-how of sending out the programs on the wires and the air. The presence of this Brown American in NBC studios is a tribute to the continued drive of the National Urban League, which this week has effected the celebration of "Equal Opportunity Week" all over the land. National Urban League years ago began to prove to major industry that there was genius among black and brown youth and that industry ought to use it for the benefit of all Americans. Today, there are hundreds of colored engineers in every branch of industry and government. All they have wanted was the chance of an equal opportunity to learn and peddle their wares. $150,000 Bequest To Billy Ward NEW YORK — Even close friends of Billy Ward, famed leader of the Dominoes quintet, were shocked Saturday by the announcement that he would receive $150,000 of a $200,000 bequest granted in the will of his late manager, Mrs. Rose A. Marks. A Joint statement issued by Eugene Marks, husband of the deceased, and' Ward's attorneys said that the existence of the will had been kept a closely - guarded sec ret since her death in" 1955. This was done at Ward's request when relatives threatened to contest the document in court. "Billy, was our best-friend," said Marks, a publisher, "and he proved his' sincerity when tie refused the money rather than go to court and spotlight a rift among people he loved. So I got together with all parties concerned and although it took nearly live years, I worked out this settlement." 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