Memphis World Memphis World Publishing Co. 1958-08-30 Thaddeus T. Stokes MEMPHIS WORLD AMERICAN'S STANDARD RACE JOURNAL The South's Oldest and Leading Colored Semi-Weekly Newspaper Published by MEMPHIS WORLD PUBLISHING CO. Every WEDNESDAY and SATURDAY at 546 BEALE — Ph. JA. 6-4030 Member of SCOTT NEWSPAPER SYNDICATE W. A. Scott, II, Founder; C. A. Scott General Manager Entered in the Post Office at Memphis, Tenn., as second-class mail under the Act of Congress, March 1, 1870 THADDEUS T. STOKES Managing Editor SMITH FLEMING Circulation Manager SUBSCRIPTION RATES: Year $5.00 — 6 Months $3.00 — 3 Months $1.50 (In Advance) The MEMPHIS WORLD is an independent newspaper — non-sectarian and non-partisan, printing news unbiasedly and supporting those things it believes to be of interest to its readers and opposing those things against the interest of its readers. Long Live The Eighty-Fifth The closing of the 85th Congress at the high tide of the Eisenhower administration seals one of the most important annals in the history of that law-making body. It will go down as a harmonious session despite the minority in representation of the party faith of the administration. The firm hand of the President was seen in the cooperation of liberal Democrats, which bespeaks their faith and high regard for the leader of this nation. There were those in the beginning who nursed a grudge because of the Little Rock affair; the manifesto sinners took the strut, and in spite of speeches and gesture's made for home consumption, the skies did net fall. No State Rights legislation meant for the curbing of the executive power was able to get off the ground. So strong was the faith in the executive, one Southern senator advanced publicly the opinion that it might be futile to appeal to the Supreme Court for a reverse ruling of its own decision. With pride we point to the admittance of Alaska as the 49th state. That brings into the union family a representation which will flavor our national compact with more tolerance. With this act, the chances for the making of Hawaii a state comes closer. That important tropical country with its huge agricultural output and raw materials will place on state level those legions of natives who have long been ready for statehood. These will give added color to the representative bodies. From our point of view, the most notable action taken by the Congress was the passage of the Civil Rights Bill which we think will not only advance our racial group, but will give strength and vitality to the whole democratic processes. The 85th Congress is also a feather in the cap of Richard M. Nixon upon whose shoulders much of the real performance rested. He has been seen as the super statesman, the fall man of the crisis occasioned by the State Righters of Arkansas claiming too much as their right. Thusly the troubled waters of the nation and the confused air of missile failures, remain after all the servant of Him who calmed the waves and tamed the tempest on toward the shores of national normalcy. Long live the 85th. JAMES KEENE'S powerful new novel © Copyright 1957, by James Keene; reprinted by permission of the novel's publisher, House Inc.: distributed by King Features Syndicate. DID TOU ever nave an unbearable weight lifted from your mind? Cord lifted one from mine. "I'll go and see the judge and we'll put Overland back on the stand," be told me. "We'll wring him like a chicken, Smoke. Likely Overland's been rustling and using us as a blind." Late in the afternoon, when it came time to go back to the courtroom, I felt refreshed after a nap and relieved, and very confident that the judge would reverse the jury's verdict. The place was jam-packed as usual, and I took my place behind the defense counsel's table. The judge rapped for order and the room grew very quiet. He cleared his throat and said. "After careful and due deliberation of the evidence presented, and allowing for certain inconclusive elements, I am prepared to render a sentence. Will Luther O'Dare please rise and face the court." Luther did; he looked squarely at the judge. "This court, having found the defendant, Luther Lovelock O'Dare, guilty, now imposes the sentence of twenty years at hard labor in the federal penitentiary at Fort Smith, Arkansas." The Grange Hall became a bedlam of sound and some of the people even cheered. Luther looked like a man stunned mortally; he would have fallen bad not the defense attorney caught him. Edna, who sat a few seats to the right, wailed once and clapped both hands over her face. I looked for Cord. He sat stonestill, his face absolutely expressionless. Marshal Bud Ledbetter took charge of Luther then and took him directly to the depot, locking him in the express room. I suppose he figured the hotel was no longer a safe place: Cord and I might try to break him out. Battering my way through the milling crowd. I grabbed Cord by the coat. "What went wrong? Wouldn't the judge listen Cord, talk to me!" "Not now," Cord said, shoving my hands away. "Leave me alone, Smoke." He got up and shoved and pushed until he was outside. The defense attorney was stuffing papers into his briefcase when I sided him. "A lot of good you did for him," I said. "There wasn't much to work with," he said. Then he looked at me and added, "You made a tight case for the prosecution." Edna remained in her chair, crying. I took her out of there and back to her hotel room. She lay on the bed and burled her face in the pillow, her shoulders shaking. By rights I suppose I ought to have left her alone, but the truth was, I needed company myself pretty bad. "I was so sure the judge would let him off," I said. "What went wrong, Edna?" She turned and looked at me. Tears made a slick smear on her cheeks and her eyes were redrimmed. "Wrong? The whole rotten thing is wrong! Is God punishing me for loving a decent man? Oh, Luther, Luther, what have I brought on you?" She fell back on the bed, crying anew. This made very little sense to me, so I waited until the crying died out to a few sniffles. "What's the matter with you, Edna? Or is there something the matter with us?" She shook her head from side to side, violently. "I don't care about you or Ma or anyone but Luther. Stop them. Smoke! Don't let him be taken from me!" "Hell..." I began, then closed my mouth. What did she expect me to do? Back East they'd have thrown the case out of court for lack of evidence, but this was Oklahoma, where justice was rough and sudden and final; Luther was lucky he wasn't hung. A crying woman is not my idea of a conversationalist so I left Edna alone. I stayed in my own room for a while but found the loneliness unbearable. The traffic on the main drag had thinned astonishingly: the farmers had all gone home and the boardwalk idlers had dwindled to a dribble of townsfolk who never did much but stand around anyway. From the east end of the street I saw Ma's buggy approaching. Bill Hageman was driving and Julie was sitting in the back seat. My first thought was to get out of sight so Ma wouldn't see me. but then I couldn't hide the rest of my life. While Hageman tooled the rig to the hotel. I went down the stairs, arriving on the porch as he dismounted to tie up. He said, "Lige Binghan stopped off with the verdict. Where's Luther being held?" "At the express office, Train's due in an hour or so." I stepped under the hitch rail to help Ma down but Bill shook his head. "Better let me. Smoke." He was right Ma would likely hit me if I got that dose to her. Judging from her eyes, all puffed and red, she'd been doing more than her share of crying. She seemed so much older now and I felt guilty because I was responsible. Julie came to the sidewalk to stand. She didn't say anything, just touched my hand then squeezed it gently. From across the street Cord emerged from Lanahan's, saw Ma and ran over, his arms outstretched. Ma wailed and hugged him and said, "My boy, my dearest boy, going to prison!" "Now, Ma," Cord said, patting her shoulders. "Let's stay steady now." "You're so strong, Cord. So much of a comfort." Her hand came up and brushed at the dangling lock of hair. "I'd die Without you, son. I'd just up and die." "Don't talk like that, Ma. Please don't." His glance swung to me as though this was my fault too. "If you want to see Luther," Bill said, you'd best get on to the depot. There isn't much time." "I just couldn't," Ma said, her eyes tear-filled. "Seeing him with his hands locked together, I just couldn't." For a moment her crying was uncontrollable, then she took a renewed grip on her emotions. "I'm an old woman: I'd be seeing him for the last time." "You should go, Ma," Cord said. "You'd be a comfort to him." "If you think that's best," she said. "You always know best, Cord." He put him arm around her and they walked slowly down the street. The sun was down now and deep shadows built beneath the building overhangs. A few lamps were lighted and by the time we reached the other end of the street, Ponca City had settled down for the night. The depot sat alone, a hundred yards beyond the street When I stopped, Bill looked at Julie, then me. "I think I'll get a drink. A stiff one." He retraced his steps toward Lanahan's. Julie asked. "Aren't you going on to the depot, Smoke?" "No," I said. "I couldn't face Luther now, having tailed him." "You did what you thought was right," she said, "Smoke, you can't spend the rest of your life blaming yourself." "But he's innocent!" I was angry, unreasonably so. Particularly at the judge who wouldn't listen to something that made sense. "I've changed my mind. I'm going to the depot, but not to see Luther." I left her standing there and trotted coward the main railroad building. I knew that the judge had already checked out of the hotel, so I figured he'd be waiting to take the train.... JUSTICE, MY BROTHER! © Copyright 1957, by James Keene; reprinted by permission of the novel's publisher, House Inc.: distributed by King Features Syndicate. DID TOU ever nave an unbearable weight lifted from your mind? Cord lifted one from mine. "I'll go and see the judge and we'll put Overland back on the stand," be told me. "We'll wring him like a chicken, Smoke. Likely Overland's been rustling and using us as a blind." Late in the afternoon, when it came time to go back to the courtroom, I felt refreshed after a nap and relieved, and very confident that the judge would reverse the jury's verdict. The place was jam-packed as usual, and I took my place behind the defense counsel's table. The judge rapped for order and the room grew very quiet. He cleared his throat and said. "After careful and due deliberation of the evidence presented, and allowing for certain inconclusive elements, I am prepared to render a sentence. Will Luther O'Dare please rise and face the court." Luther did; he looked squarely at the judge. "This court, having found the defendant, Luther Lovelock O'Dare, guilty, now imposes the sentence of twenty years at hard labor in the federal penitentiary at Fort Smith, Arkansas." The Grange Hall became a bedlam of sound and some of the people even cheered. Luther looked like a man stunned mortally; he would have fallen bad not the defense attorney caught him. Edna, who sat a few seats to the right, wailed once and clapped both hands over her face. I looked for Cord. He sat stonestill, his face absolutely expressionless. Marshal Bud Ledbetter took charge of Luther then and took him directly to the depot, locking him in the express room. I suppose he figured the hotel was no longer a safe place: Cord and I might try to break him out. Battering my way through the milling crowd. I grabbed Cord by the coat. "What went wrong? Wouldn't the judge listen Cord, talk to me!" "Not now," Cord said, shoving my hands away. "Leave me alone, Smoke." He got up and shoved and pushed until he was outside. The defense attorney was stuffing papers into his briefcase when I sided him. "A lot of good you did for him," I said. "There wasn't much to work with," he said. Then he looked at me and added, "You made a tight case for the prosecution." Edna remained in her chair, crying. I took her out of there and back to her hotel room. She lay on the bed and burled her face in the pillow, her shoulders shaking. By rights I suppose I ought to have left her alone, but the truth was, I needed company myself pretty bad. "I was so sure the judge would let him off," I said. "What went wrong, Edna?" She turned and looked at me. Tears made a slick smear on her cheeks and her eyes were redrimmed. "Wrong? The whole rotten thing is wrong! Is God punishing me for loving a decent man? Oh, Luther, Luther, what have I brought on you?" She fell back on the bed, crying anew. This made very little sense to me, so I waited until the crying died out to a few sniffles. "What's the matter with you, Edna? Or is there something the matter with us?" She shook her head from side to side, violently. "I don't care about you or Ma or anyone but Luther. Stop them. Smoke! Don't let him be taken from me!" "Hell..." I began, then closed my mouth. What did she expect me to do? Back East they'd have thrown the case out of court for lack of evidence, but this was Oklahoma, where justice was rough and sudden and final; Luther was lucky he wasn't hung. A crying woman is not my idea of a conversationalist so I left Edna alone. I stayed in my own room for a while but found the loneliness unbearable. The traffic on the main drag had thinned astonishingly: the farmers had all gone home and the boardwalk idlers had dwindled to a dribble of townsfolk who never did much but stand around anyway. From the east end of the street I saw Ma's buggy approaching. Bill Hageman was driving and Julie was sitting in the back seat. My first thought was to get out of sight so Ma wouldn't see me. but then I couldn't hide the rest of my life. While Hageman tooled the rig to the hotel. I went down the stairs, arriving on the porch as he dismounted to tie up. He said, "Lige Binghan stopped off with the verdict. Where's Luther being held?" "At the express office, Train's due in an hour or so." I stepped under the hitch rail to help Ma down but Bill shook his head. "Better let me. Smoke." He was right Ma would likely hit me if I got that dose to her. Judging from her eyes, all puffed and red, she'd been doing more than her share of crying. She seemed so much older now and I felt guilty because I was responsible. Julie came to the sidewalk to stand. She didn't say anything, just touched my hand then squeezed it gently. From across the street Cord emerged from Lanahan's, saw Ma and ran over, his arms outstretched. Ma wailed and hugged him and said, "My boy, my dearest boy, going to prison!" "Now, Ma," Cord said, patting her shoulders. "Let's stay steady now." "You're so strong, Cord. So much of a comfort." Her hand came up and brushed at the dangling lock of hair. "I'd die Without you, son. I'd just up and die." "Don't talk like that, Ma. Please don't." His glance swung to me as though this was my fault too. "If you want to see Luther," Bill said, you'd best get on to the depot. There isn't much time." "I just couldn't," Ma said, her eyes tear-filled. "Seeing him with his hands locked together, I just couldn't." For a moment her crying was uncontrollable, then she took a renewed grip on her emotions. "I'm an old woman: I'd be seeing him for the last time." "You should go, Ma," Cord said. "You'd be a comfort to him." "If you think that's best," she said. "You always know best, Cord." He put him arm around her and they walked slowly down the street. The sun was down now and deep shadows built beneath the building overhangs. A few lamps were lighted and by the time we reached the other end of the street, Ponca City had settled down for the night. The depot sat alone, a hundred yards beyond the street When I stopped, Bill looked at Julie, then me. "I think I'll get a drink. A stiff one." He retraced his steps toward Lanahan's. Julie asked. "Aren't you going on to the depot, Smoke?" "No," I said. "I couldn't face Luther now, having tailed him." "You did what you thought was right," she said, "Smoke, you can't spend the rest of your life blaming yourself." "But he's innocent!" I was angry, unreasonably so. Particularly at the judge who wouldn't listen to something that made sense. "I've changed my mind. I'm going to the depot, but not to see Luther." I left her standing there and trotted coward the main railroad building. I knew that the judge had already checked out of the hotel, so I figured he'd be waiting to take the train.... CHAPTER 31 © Copyright 1957, by James Keene; reprinted by permission of the novel's publisher, House Inc.: distributed by King Features Syndicate. DID TOU ever nave an unbearable weight lifted from your mind? Cord lifted one from mine. "I'll go and see the judge and we'll put Overland back on the stand," be told me. "We'll wring him like a chicken, Smoke. Likely Overland's been rustling and using us as a blind." Late in the afternoon, when it came time to go back to the courtroom, I felt refreshed after a nap and relieved, and very confident that the judge would reverse the jury's verdict. The place was jam-packed as usual, and I took my place behind the defense counsel's table. The judge rapped for order and the room grew very quiet. He cleared his throat and said. "After careful and due deliberation of the evidence presented, and allowing for certain inconclusive elements, I am prepared to render a sentence. Will Luther O'Dare please rise and face the court." Luther did; he looked squarely at the judge. "This court, having found the defendant, Luther Lovelock O'Dare, guilty, now imposes the sentence of twenty years at hard labor in the federal penitentiary at Fort Smith, Arkansas." The Grange Hall became a bedlam of sound and some of the people even cheered. Luther looked like a man stunned mortally; he would have fallen bad not the defense attorney caught him. Edna, who sat a few seats to the right, wailed once and clapped both hands over her face. I looked for Cord. He sat stonestill, his face absolutely expressionless. Marshal Bud Ledbetter took charge of Luther then and took him directly to the depot, locking him in the express room. I suppose he figured the hotel was no longer a safe place: Cord and I might try to break him out. Battering my way through the milling crowd. I grabbed Cord by the coat. "What went wrong? Wouldn't the judge listen Cord, talk to me!" "Not now," Cord said, shoving my hands away. "Leave me alone, Smoke." He got up and shoved and pushed until he was outside. The defense attorney was stuffing papers into his briefcase when I sided him. "A lot of good you did for him," I said. "There wasn't much to work with," he said. Then he looked at me and added, "You made a tight case for the prosecution." Edna remained in her chair, crying. I took her out of there and back to her hotel room. She lay on the bed and burled her face in the pillow, her shoulders shaking. By rights I suppose I ought to have left her alone, but the truth was, I needed company myself pretty bad. "I was so sure the judge would let him off," I said. "What went wrong, Edna?" She turned and looked at me. Tears made a slick smear on her cheeks and her eyes were redrimmed. "Wrong? The whole rotten thing is wrong! Is God punishing me for loving a decent man? Oh, Luther, Luther, what have I brought on you?" She fell back on the bed, crying anew. This made very little sense to me, so I waited until the crying died out to a few sniffles. "What's the matter with you, Edna? Or is there something the matter with us?" She shook her head from side to side, violently. "I don't care about you or Ma or anyone but Luther. Stop them. Smoke! Don't let him be taken from me!" "Hell..." I began, then closed my mouth. What did she expect me to do? Back East they'd have thrown the case out of court for lack of evidence, but this was Oklahoma, where justice was rough and sudden and final; Luther was lucky he wasn't hung. A crying woman is not my idea of a conversationalist so I left Edna alone. I stayed in my own room for a while but found the loneliness unbearable. The traffic on the main drag had thinned astonishingly: the farmers had all gone home and the boardwalk idlers had dwindled to a dribble of townsfolk who never did much but stand around anyway. From the east end of the street I saw Ma's buggy approaching. Bill Hageman was driving and Julie was sitting in the back seat. My first thought was to get out of sight so Ma wouldn't see me. but then I couldn't hide the rest of my life. While Hageman tooled the rig to the hotel. I went down the stairs, arriving on the porch as he dismounted to tie up. He said, "Lige Binghan stopped off with the verdict. Where's Luther being held?" "At the express office, Train's due in an hour or so." I stepped under the hitch rail to help Ma down but Bill shook his head. "Better let me. Smoke." He was right Ma would likely hit me if I got that dose to her. Judging from her eyes, all puffed and red, she'd been doing more than her share of crying. She seemed so much older now and I felt guilty because I was responsible. Julie came to the sidewalk to stand. She didn't say anything, just touched my hand then squeezed it gently. From across the street Cord emerged from Lanahan's, saw Ma and ran over, his arms outstretched. Ma wailed and hugged him and said, "My boy, my dearest boy, going to prison!" "Now, Ma," Cord said, patting her shoulders. "Let's stay steady now." "You're so strong, Cord. So much of a comfort." Her hand came up and brushed at the dangling lock of hair. "I'd die Without you, son. I'd just up and die." "Don't talk like that, Ma. Please don't." His glance swung to me as though this was my fault too. "If you want to see Luther," Bill said, you'd best get on to the depot. There isn't much time." "I just couldn't," Ma said, her eyes tear-filled. "Seeing him with his hands locked together, I just couldn't." For a moment her crying was uncontrollable, then she took a renewed grip on her emotions. "I'm an old woman: I'd be seeing him for the last time." "You should go, Ma," Cord said. "You'd be a comfort to him." "If you think that's best," she said. "You always know best, Cord." He put him arm around her and they walked slowly down the street. The sun was down now and deep shadows built beneath the building overhangs. A few lamps were lighted and by the time we reached the other end of the street, Ponca City had settled down for the night. The depot sat alone, a hundred yards beyond the street When I stopped, Bill looked at Julie, then me. "I think I'll get a drink. A stiff one." He retraced his steps toward Lanahan's. Julie asked. "Aren't you going on to the depot, Smoke?" "No," I said. "I couldn't face Luther now, having tailed him." "You did what you thought was right," she said, "Smoke, you can't spend the rest of your life blaming yourself." "But he's innocent!" I was angry, unreasonably so. Particularly at the judge who wouldn't listen to something that made sense. "I've changed my mind. I'm going to the depot, but not to see Luther." I left her standing there and trotted coward the main railroad building. I knew that the judge had already checked out of the hotel, so I figured he'd be waiting to take the train.... SUNDRY FOR SALE MEMPHIS WORLD FURNITURE FOR SALE MUSICAL INSTRUMENTS REMODEL-REPAIR—PAINT ADD-A-ROOM SALESWOMEN WANTED BUSINESS WOMEN — SELL NEWSBOYS WANTED FEMALE HELP WANTED 4-H CAMP HIGHLIGHTS — (1st column, top to bottom) Dr. Mordecai W. Johnson, president of Howard University and host to the 11th Annual Regional 4-H Club Camp, August 10-18, is presented a pair of 4-H. bookends following his address. Left to right are: Earnest Parker, Okmulgee, Okla.; Alnita Rettig, Henderson, Tex.; Miss Hazel O. King, Oklahoma district extension agent; Wynnona Sherrill, Guthrie, Okla.; Dr. Johnson; Annetta Y. Monroe, Beckley, W. Va.; Johnye P. Wright, Swainsboro, Ga.; and Eugene Martin, Jr., Monroe, La. Dinner speaker Jesse Owens, congratulates two of the 4-H participants, Mackie D. Camper, Hazelhurst, Miss.; and Flora Hall, Prentiss, Miss. Looking on are Assistant Federal Extension Administrator Gerald H. Huffman; and Assistant Secretary of Labor, J. Ernest Wilkins, right. Federal Extension Administrator C. M. Ferguson, second from right, is congratulating President Walker M. Davis of Okolona College, Okolona, Miss.; R. J. Roddy, manager Memphis Tri-State Fair; and Miss Blanche D. Harrison, right, retired district home agent of Virginia upon their being presented 4-H plaques for outstanding service. Looking on are Carol Joe, Zuni, Va.; P. H. Stone; camp director; and Florestine Walton, Holly Springs, Miss. Smokey Bear gets the once-over from Vivian Baylor, St. Stephens Church, Va.; Gloria Jean Hare, Ark.; Charles Jackson, Texarkana, Ark.; Dr. Edward W. Aiton, national director of 4-H club work; Robert Hall, Little Rock, Ark.; Mrs. Ezelle M. Hawkins, camp program director and Maryland District home agent; and Walter Williams, Emporia, Va. (2nd column) Gathered around Georgia State Agent A. S. Bacon are Thomasina McKay, Homestead, Fla.; Dorothy Whiting, Washington, Texas; Lincoln Abraham, Charlotte, N. C. In the Lincoln Memorial are: Chester Ligon, Okmulgee, Okla.; Inez Thompson, Gobler, Mo.; District Agent Martin G. Bailey of Maryland; Mildred Pitts, Grace, Miss.; and Willie Slaughter, Hopkinsville, Ky. On the steps of Howard's Law School with Dr. Robert P. Daniel, president of Virginia State College are: Dora Lee Anderson, Toone, Tenn.; Virginia State Extension Agent Ross W. Newsome, Edith Scott, Felton, Del.; and McKinley Hackett, Hurlock, Md. (3rd column) Samuel Williams, Midville, Ga., is milking mechanical cow. Looking on are Charlene Murphy, Ridgeway, S. C.; Miss Emmie Nelson, National Committee on Boys and Girls Club Work; and Lloyd Rutledge, chairman of camp program committee. In the East Wing of the White House, Earle D. Chesney of the President's staff is talking with the 4-H'ers. Among the "Talent Night" stars were: Cornelius Francher, Bessemer, Ala.; Lily Wiley, Yanceyville, N. C.; McKinley Hackett, Hurlock, Md.; and Thomasina McKay, Homestead, Fla. Getting the autograph of S. C. Extension Director George B. Nutt, chairman of camp planning committee are: Al Theria Burrs, Henderson, Tex.; Sarah McCord, Holly Hill, S. C.; Alnita Rettig, Henderson, Tex.; and John C. Brown, Sardis, Ala. Looking on is Camp Director P. H. Stone. MEALTIME MELODIES! Here are two culinary cues that you can keep for easy reference and you will be glad you did. Caraway reeds mixed cottage cheese and sour cream add that old world touch. Try it. Cucumbers are plentiful and cheap and prepared as a relish they go well with fish or cheese main dishes. This lish can be refrigerated for ten to fourteen days. Of course, your family will eat it all long before then Make it like this: 12 medium size cucumbers 2 tablespoons salt 1 cup thinly sliced white or yellow onion 2 cups cider vinegar 1½ cups dark brown sugar-tightly packed ¼ teaspoon white pepper optional 1 pint heavy cream 10 or 12 bay leaves, optional Wash, wipe and pare the cucumbers. Score lengthwise with a fork or serrated edge of potato peeler for scalloped edge, then slice thin. Place in alternate layers with the thinly sliced onion, in an earthenware crock or covered glass container. Sprinkle with salt, cover loosely with cheesecloth or muslin and place a heavy plate to weight down contents. Cover with a kitchen towel and let s and 6 to 8 hours (or overnight) in a fairly cool place in the kitchen. In the morning drain off the liquid which has formed. Combine vinegar, sugar, pepper, and stir in the cream until combined. Turn this mixture over the slices, place bay leaves on top, cover and refrigerate. These slices will he crisp and crunchy as soon as they are thoroughly chilled and can be served at once. Makes a delicious ac companiment for hot weather main dishes. CUCUMBER SLICES IN CREAM Here are two culinary cues that you can keep for easy reference and you will be glad you did. Caraway reeds mixed cottage cheese and sour cream add that old world touch. Try it. Cucumbers are plentiful and cheap and prepared as a relish they go well with fish or cheese main dishes. This lish can be refrigerated for ten to fourteen days. Of course, your family will eat it all long before then Make it like this: 12 medium size cucumbers 2 tablespoons salt 1 cup thinly sliced white or yellow onion 2 cups cider vinegar 1½ cups dark brown sugar-tightly packed ¼ teaspoon white pepper optional 1 pint heavy cream 10 or 12 bay leaves, optional Wash, wipe and pare the cucumbers. Score lengthwise with a fork or serrated edge of potato peeler for scalloped edge, then slice thin. Place in alternate layers with the thinly sliced onion, in an earthenware crock or covered glass container. Sprinkle with salt, cover loosely with cheesecloth or muslin and place a heavy plate to weight down contents. Cover with a kitchen towel and let s and 6 to 8 hours (or overnight) in a fairly cool place in the kitchen. In the morning drain off the liquid which has formed. Combine vinegar, sugar, pepper, and stir in the cream until combined. Turn this mixture over the slices, place bay leaves on top, cover and refrigerate. These slices will he crisp and crunchy as soon as they are thoroughly chilled and can be served at once. Makes a delicious ac companiment for hot weather main dishes. Youths Attack Negro an immigrants now in Britain. They are coming in at a rate of between 700 and 800 weekly. A government spokesman told the House of Commons recently they could become "a grave burden on the country." if the influx continued. They include about 110,000 Negroes from Jamaica. Trinidad and other islands of the West Indies —60,000 Indians and Pakistanis and the remainder mostly West West Africans. GRAVE BURDEN FORESEEN an immigrants now in Britain. They are coming in at a rate of between 700 and 800 weekly. A government spokesman told the House of Commons recently they could become "a grave burden on the country." if the influx continued. They include about 110,000 Negroes from Jamaica. Trinidad and other islands of the West Indies —60,000 Indians and Pakistanis and the remainder mostly West West Africans. Court Decision stand ready at all times in a spirit of cooperation to consult with state officials in a search for solutions consistent with the decisions of the court." Mr. Rogers told the gathering of leading lawyers from all sections of the country that the ultimate issue is "whether the law of the land is supreme or whether it may be evaded and defied." "There is no state, granting the will, which cannot maintain law and order and at the same time permit a final decree of a court to be carried out." He reiterated the view that the primary responsibility for maintaining order lies with the states and localities. He said all Americans "solemnly hope" that no state will ever again obstruct a federal court order. Rogers said that injunctions against mob leaders "will ordinarily prove effective" when "a group of private persons engages in a concerted effort to obstruct the execution of a court decree." But he questioned the value of injunctions when "local law enforce ment breaks down and mob rule supplants state authority." He made clear, as the President has, that the federal government is ready if necessary to use its "ultimate" power to enforce federal court orders. Rogers said that the South had lived for 50 years in reliance on an 1894 Supreme Court decision permitting "separate but equal" schools. But he said the 1954 decision upsetting that doctrine had been "foreshadowed by earlier holdings" in the area of higher education. The attorney general said that the states are of course allowed time for compliance under the Supreme Court's mandate. But he added, most significantly: "The crux of the matter then is one of intention. The problems are difficult at best, but they become hazardous if the underlying intent of those who are opposed to the decision of the court—particularly those in official positions who are opposed to the decision—is one of defiance. "Time to work out constructive measurers in an honest effort to comply is one thing; time used as a cloak to achieve complete defiance of the law of the land is quite another." Carloadings Revenue freight carloadings in the week ended Aug. 16 rose by 7,411 cars over the previous week to 625,991 cars, the association of American Railroads reported. But the figure was 16.6 per cent below the corresponding week of last year. MEMORIAL STUDIO 889 UNION AVENUE Designers, Builders & Erectors of Monuments. Outstanding many years for courteous service and reasonable prices. PHONES JA. 6-5466 AREA TRADE SCHOOL GETS NEW STAFFERS he South Carolina Area Trade School, Denmark, is happy to announce the addition of a number of new faculty members for the coming school year. Students, new and old, will find these new faces have come to add their experience and training to the overall growth of the school. These faculty members are: Miss Luck Newby comes to Area Trade as Instructor of Music and Choir Director. Miss Newby holds the Bachelor and Master of Music Education from Northwestern University. She has held previous positions as Director of Music at Mary Allen Junior College, Shorntown High School, and Harbison Junior College, Miss Newby is a member of the Palmetto State Teacher's Association and hails from Bellenue, Pennsylvania. The athletic department has been unproved with the addition of Mr. Charles R. Cox. Mr. Cox will serve as Head Basketball Coach and Line Football Coach. He holds the B. S. degree from Claflin College, the M. S. degree from West Virginia University, and has done further study at George Peabody College. Mr. Cox has formely served as Director of Physical Education at Sharperson Jr., High School, Orangeburg, S. C., and as Head Track Coach and Assistant Football at Claflin College. In 1957-58 he was Coach of S. E. A. C. Championship Track Team. Mr. Cox is an native of Marion, Virginia. The school's Trade Department has added Mr. Dawsey Fredrick as Instructor of Air Conditioning and Refrigeration. Mr. Fredrick holds the B. S. degree from A & T College and is a native of Warsaw, North Calorina. The newest staffer is Miss Sophire E. Wilson. She is the school's Librarian and received her B. S. degree from South Carolina State College. She is a member of AKA Sorority and is a native of Orangeburg, South Carolina. 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 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 rectangle and check every one of your key numbers, left to right. Then read the message the letters under the checked figures give you. Only a few days before the court had ruled in favor of releasing some $20,000 in the building fund to the pastor's faction to begin the new $120,000 church. Bishop Greene nor Rev. Burroughs were available for comment at this writing. However one of the stable members who does not wish to be identified stated that he felt the controversary was over, and that on the arrival of the newly appointed pastor by Bishop Greene on or before the first Sunday in September would begin a wholesome day for the Church as a whole. Uncle Moe Conor Corner Hello, good folk, I just walked back from a 2 year vacation, and am I tired? You know, I did not know how tired one could get walkuntil I cut them 92 miles without a pickup. The last time I remembered doing this much walking was a full 19 years ago. I am now 72 years young, and I feel that I am good for another 40 years if I can keep out of the way of flying lead and razor sharp knives, notwithstanding the fact that I do not get around as fast as I used to. I sure would hate for my 27 children to visit me and I would not be albe to talk back to them. Well, good folks I am just too tired to say more at this time, but I will see you all next week. Expand Coffee Sales Chock Full O'Nuts Coffee Co. Wednesday announced it is expanding its distribution into the Washington, D. C. and Baltimore areas and will initiate sale of its coffee in both markets with an "intensive" advertising campaign beginning Sept. 22.