Memphis World
Memphis World Publishing Co.
1952-08-05
Chester M. Hampton

MEMPHIS WORLD
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C. C. Spaulding
In the death of C.C. Spaulding, noted insurance executive and
elder statesman, the nation loses one of its grandest citizens.
His long and useful life, rich and fruitful, is a pattern and a chapter 
that will enliven those bent, on noble principles, coupled with
rigid honesty and earnest endeavor on down the ages.
Mr. Spaulding was the son of slave parents; coming upon
the scene early after the Emancipation it was his among thousands 
of other young colored men with a vision to chart his own
course. After an early venture in a small grocery business, his
broad vision and his genius for organization peered beyond that
type of business. He yearned for broader fields and when it was
decided by others of his views in his native North Carolina, he,
fell upon an insurance career that spanned his entire lifetime.
His was a solo flight; with few avenues open for a man of color:
to learn the insurance business from the ground up, he had a
rugged task which would have baffled one of less determination.
Here and there he picked up, through the school of trial and failure 
those rudiments that still thread through our insurance endeavors 
and his North Carolina Mutual Life Insurance Co. which he
built and perfected and weathered through the stormy financial i
crisis of the depression.
It is well and widely, known that in that crucial era, Mr.
Spaulding came to the rescue of his company with his own personal 
funds. So much faith had he in his business acumen, his ripe
experience and his undaunted courage, he was willing to stake
a lifetime of effort and hard labor in his venture, which today
ranks among the leading business organizations of this country.
With millions of dollars of assets, his company has to its credit an
unparalleled service rendered his people in thousands of business
ventures.
The North Carolina Mutual, has in this career a symbol and
a pattern; it will pass on down the years by his powerful guidance
as a lasting lesson of what can be done.
The age will be refreshened by his confidence placed in his
fellowmen and the rugged individualism of the strong character
that will march through the cloistered halls of the immortals.
It can be truly said of his North Carolina Mutual that it was
founded on faith and flourished on honor and integrity.

For The Record
While there is no desire here to enter into the debates, as to
who won the "civil war" at the Democratic National convention or
to pour salt on the already desperate wounds, we feel that we
can with propriety set a few things down for the record—which
after all is going to speak for itself, there are those who make
loud noises to offset its inevitable tread, but after all it will speak
for itself.
It is well and widely known that the Dixiecrat movement set
in well before President Truman refused to run again for the nomination, 
to devise some means and methods whereby he would
not be supported by the Democratic South. They remembered
the failure of the Dixiecratic movement in 1948; they knew the record 
of splinter parties and therefore decided upon other measures
to defeat if possible the will of the people if and when it declared
itself for Truman. At a meeting of the Southern Governor's conference 
it was decided to put out Senator. Richard B. Russell of
Georgia as their candidate. Many of them confessed that the
Georgia Junior Senator would not win; it was their plan to put
him out, and they so stated, to capture enough votes to throw the
election into a deadlock and let the House of Representatives
choose somebody to their liking for the presidency.
In spite of this widely circulated scheme to defeat the majority, 
they tried to prove, that Russell Was not a sectional candidate! 
Russell labored hard and fast in an effort to prove that he
was not a sectional candidate, but the more he strove the more
evident the sectional label tagged on to him.
The whole nation saw for itself by Television how the nervous 
tension of a trying suspense haunted the delegates from
Virginia, South Carolina and Louisiana on that memorable night
When they were on trial for their political lives.
Young Franklin D. Roosevelt, Senators Blair Moody, Hubert
Humphrey and Governor G. Mermen Williams of Michigan held
tightly on to the lines while even the placid Byrnes of South Carolina 
and the bull fighting and daring Governor Battle of Virginia
trembled on the carpet.
(Under a different circumstance of presiding, history would
have written an entirely different chapter).
Much preparation was made for the fateful drama that
flashed to the nation during that convention. At a session of the
General Assembly, Governor Byrnes, chief of the Dixiecrats paid
a visit to Governor Talmadge and addressed the Georgia General
Assembly. The law was passed at that session which was presented 
before the credentials committee at Chicago, preventing the
states from signing the much heralded pledge of loyalty. Governor 
Talmadge admitted in cross examination before the pressmen 
that the law was passed during his administration. This is
conclusive proof that such a law was designed for an emergency
like this. The states with such laws drew cryptic warning from
Franklin D. Roosevelt that they must fix their laws and set their
houses in order before 1956. He countered with this bold statement, 
when asked if they did not know what would happen:
"You will have a tough time, if you don't."
The venerable Governor Battle pleaded with all his eloquence:
he fold of living in the same county that Thomas Jefferson lived
in that he could look over the hill and see Mount Vernon, that
memorable shrine which sets one thinking of the cradle of Democracy 
and the Declaration of Independence. He averred that
"Virginia never has gone Republican and never will."
Governor Brynes, read in all the persuasiveness at his command, 
his alibi of evasiveness as to why he could not sign the loy
alty pledge.
However, the convention made its decision. And it was one
of compromising on both the Civil Rights issue and the selection
of its nominees. It chose between a strong positive position or
Civil Rights and liberal candidate's as against the possible lass
some of the southern states' electoral votes
And it made its decision in favor of the conservative force
in the south.

REVIEWING
THE
NEWS

The platform of political parties in many instances, is not
worth the paper it is written on and in many respects; is never
carried out the way it is presented to the voters. Politics have become 
such a big business that platforms are necessary only to
bring enough excitement to the campaign in order that voters may
be stimulated and encouraged to go to the polls and vote.
The fact that platform pledges are not always carried out in
light of in their pledges, may be one of the reasons why a large
segment of the people fail to go to the polls and vote. Of course
this should make it more of a reason for them to go to the polls.
in the final analysis, the proper utilization of the ballot is the one
way to make the political parties stick to their platform pledges.
Even though some say that it is necessary for the success of
political parties to make platform pledges, in order to arouse the
public's interest there should be some means, other than the vote,
to make various political factions stick to these pledges.
The public and the voters should not have to take the long
chance of putting someone in office, merely to see them make the
same mistake over and over again.
Aside from platform, pledges by parties there is always this
problem of compromising for the sake of votes and support. There
should be a law against this sort of thing. In the end, these practices 
hurt the party rather than strengthen it. There is often
something back of these compromises. Either the party has had
to buy over a certain amount of support or it may be forced to
take into consideration a certain candidate in order to get factional, 
state or sectional backing when the final voting takes place.
This of course all adds up to patronage and we have plenty of
this in American politics. It is questionable as to how much good
patronage does the party or the people at large.
There should be some means of moving all of the unfair
methods of party dealings in this respect. People for office
should be picked on the basis of their ability to hold or run an office 
and not on the basis of patronage., It seems that here, instead 
of getting efficiency, we get whatever is left over.
Voters should keep in mind that when they go to the polls
in November to elect a President, all of the above mentioned issues 
will be involved. Platforms should be thrown aside and
the record of candidates should be given first consideration. Politicians 
will promise almost anything in order to get into office.
Records of individuals should be considered over and above platform 
pledges.

The Value of Platform Pledges

The platform of political parties in many instances, is not
worth the paper it is written on and in many respects; is never
carried out the way it is presented to the voters. Politics have become 
such a big business that platforms are necessary only to
bring enough excitement to the campaign in order that voters may
be stimulated and encouraged to go to the polls and vote.
The fact that platform pledges are not always carried out in
light of in their pledges, may be one of the reasons why a large
segment of the people fail to go to the polls and vote. Of course
this should make it more of a reason for them to go to the polls.
in the final analysis, the proper utilization of the ballot is the one
way to make the political parties stick to their platform pledges.
Even though some say that it is necessary for the success of
political parties to make platform pledges, in order to arouse the
public's interest there should be some means, other than the vote,
to make various political factions stick to these pledges.
The public and the voters should not have to take the long
chance of putting someone in office, merely to see them make the
same mistake over and over again.
Aside from platform, pledges by parties there is always this
problem of compromising for the sake of votes and support. There
should be a law against this sort of thing. In the end, these practices 
hurt the party rather than strengthen it. There is often
something back of these compromises. Either the party has had
to buy over a certain amount of support or it may be forced to
take into consideration a certain candidate in order to get factional, 
state or sectional backing when the final voting takes place.
This of course all adds up to patronage and we have plenty of
this in American politics. It is questionable as to how much good
patronage does the party or the people at large.
There should be some means of moving all of the unfair
methods of party dealings in this respect. People for office
should be picked on the basis of their ability to hold or run an office 
and not on the basis of patronage., It seems that here, instead 
of getting efficiency, we get whatever is left over.
Voters should keep in mind that when they go to the polls
in November to elect a President, all of the above mentioned issues 
will be involved. Platforms should be thrown aside and
the record of candidates should be given first consideration. Politicians 
will promise almost anything in order to get into office.
Records of individuals should be considered over and above platform 
pledges.

MY WEEKLY SERMON

(Pastor Mississippi Boulevard,
Christian Church)
 "He giveth to all liberally
and upbraideth not." James 1:5
That is just like God. He gives
and gives and never fusses because
He gives.
When people ask us for much
and so often . . . we upbraid them
we lecture them, we reprimand
them. We say "I'e given you too
much already" or "you ought to
save, you ought to be more eco
nomical." We like to throw up to
them what we have done already but
God does nothing like that We go
to God every day, dozens of time in
a single day. But God never complains 
about our frequent coming to
Him for this and for that He
simply and lovingly continues to
give.
We may go to Him even if we
have neglected him; but He will
never complain about the past
"His loving kindness, endureth
forever.
The prodigal son was lucky that
upon his return that he did not
meet his brother before he met his
father. How that brother would
have fumed and fussed . . . probably 
driving his ragged prodigal
brother back to the far off country.
That brother would not have killed
the fatted Calf. On the other hand
that brother would have killed all
hope in the prodigal brother's
bosom.
Fortunately the prodigal met his
father first. He didn't upbraid his
prodigal son; he didn't upbraid theelder 
son. It was as tho he reached
out one arm and drew to his side
the prodigal, who had come from
the far country; and then, with the
other, he drew to his side the elder
brother . . . drawing them, both to
himself. So with his arms about
both of his sons that father pressed
them tightly to his bosom, so close
that they could hear his heart
beat . . . truly this Is a picture
Christ paints of our Heavenly
Father who upbraideth not but
liberally gives and gives and forgives. 

The love of God beareth all
things, believeth all things, hopeth
all things, endureth all things and
never says a mumbling word concerning 
our past.
God never tires of your coming
to Him, even tho you have been ungrateful 
or because you have abused 
His gifts.
"He giveth to all liberally and
upbraideth not "
Surely as long as God gives us
air to breathe, water to drink and
food to eat, we should never tire of
giving to Him
Surely as long as God gives us
Jesus and the holy spirit we should
uncomplainingly give of our best to
Him.

'GOD GIVES AND DOESN'T FUSS'

(Pastor Mississippi Boulevard,
Christian Church)
 "He giveth to all liberally
and upbraideth not." James 1:5
That is just like God. He gives
and gives and never fusses because
He gives.
When people ask us for much
and so often . . . we upbraid them
we lecture them, we reprimand
them. We say "I'e given you too
much already" or "you ought to
save, you ought to be more eco
nomical." We like to throw up to
them what we have done already but
God does nothing like that We go
to God every day, dozens of time in
a single day. But God never complains 
about our frequent coming to
Him for this and for that He
simply and lovingly continues to
give.
We may go to Him even if we
have neglected him; but He will
never complain about the past
"His loving kindness, endureth
forever.
The prodigal son was lucky that
upon his return that he did not
meet his brother before he met his
father. How that brother would
have fumed and fussed . . . probably 
driving his ragged prodigal
brother back to the far off country.
That brother would not have killed
the fatted Calf. On the other hand
that brother would have killed all
hope in the prodigal brother's
bosom.
Fortunately the prodigal met his
father first. He didn't upbraid his
prodigal son; he didn't upbraid theelder 
son. It was as tho he reached
out one arm and drew to his side
the prodigal, who had come from
the far country; and then, with the
other, he drew to his side the elder
brother . . . drawing them, both to
himself. So with his arms about
both of his sons that father pressed
them tightly to his bosom, so close
that they could hear his heart
beat . . . truly this Is a picture
Christ paints of our Heavenly
Father who upbraideth not but
liberally gives and gives and forgives. 

The love of God beareth all
things, believeth all things, hopeth
all things, endureth all things and
never says a mumbling word concerning 
our past.
God never tires of your coming
to Him, even tho you have been ungrateful 
or because you have abused 
His gifts.
"He giveth to all liberally and
upbraideth not "
Surely as long as God gives us
air to breathe, water to drink and
food to eat, we should never tire of
giving to Him
Surely as long as God gives us
Jesus and the holy spirit we should
uncomplainingly give of our best to
Him.

Poetic Musing
By MRS.
CORINNE
ELIZABETH
ROWAN


RAINDROPS
By MRS.
CORINNE
ELIZABETH
ROWAN


Armed Forces
Attacked For
Wastefulness
Rep. John Taber charged Friday
that Congress gave the Army
enough money to build 16,000 tanks
since 1950 but up to two or three
weeks ago only ten had been produced. 

The New York Republican Economy 
"Watchdog" in the House also
blasted the Air Force, Navy and Atomic 
Energy Commission along with
other Federal Agencies for what he
called wastefulness and bad management. 

The Auburn Congressman said in
194 the Navy was granted funds
to build a number of small submarines, 
small destroyers and landing 
craft and that the contracts
had still not been let out by last
month.
Speaking before Auburn Kiawians, 
Taber said:
"The military department lack
effective and competent civilians at
the head of each. They do not do
the work as they should."
He asserted, the Army got funds
for 9,000 tanks in 1950, and funds
for additional 7,000 tanks to 1951.
He went on:
"But up to April 1 of this year,
not a single one of these tanks had
been produced And up to two or
three weeks ago, only 10 had been
make.

Letter To The Editor
On behalf of the Memphis-Shelby 
County Civil Defense Commission. 
I desire to take this opportunity 
to express appreciation for your
hearty cooperation and generous
contribution to the success of the
"Alert America" Show held in the
Shelby County Building, Fairgrounds, 
July 9 through 13, 1952, by
devoting such prominent space in
your valuable newspaper for publicizing 
the "Alert America" Show
for July 10.
I am sure you will be lgad to
know, Mr. Hampton, that your
splendid publicity efforts were responsible 
or Negro Day having
second largest attendance for any
day during the exhibit, 2,030. You
might also be interested to know
that approximately 350 persons enrolled 
for Civil Defense duty from
2:00 to 10:00 P. M., July 10.
Again thanking you and members
of the "Memphis World" staff for
participating in and cooperating
with the Memphis-Shelby County
Civil Defense Program and the
"Alert America" Show, I am,
Sincerly,
John. F. Sommers
St. Col., USA (Ret)

PUBLIC CONDUCT
When the thought of Civil
rights Conies up the Public conduct 
especially of Negroes haunts
me. We should study with serious
interest the reasons for all the existing 
handicaps that confront
us.
The most important thing about
making a decision is that we
should, intelligently base our conclusions 
on reason and logic.
It has been settled that this
world was made not only for Caear, 
but for Brutus too.
If the public conduct of Negroes
is bad, then let us explore the reasons 
why it Is bad. When we have
a reasonable reason for believing
we know why public conduct is not
only bad, but a nuisance in to
many instances. Let us try hard
and find a remedy and eventually
a cure for this Malady.
There are many too many ignorant, 
and illiterate Whites and Negroes 
in this area. The reason for the
presence of these troublesome people 
is that they are a by-product of
the system that preceded them.
They are the suffering and innocent 
victims of the Acts of Evil
and selfish men of the past.
The crude Agrarian system of the
by gone days, gave little attention
to the education of the rank and
file farm hand or worker, hence,
his regimented culture is found
wanting.
Some of us fortunately do not
come in the bracket of those whose
Education and culture was neglect
ed. Some of us have at least been
exposed to culture at the point
where we could take it or leave it
It is our solemn duty to come to
the aid of our fellow citizens, come
to the aid of our Nation and do
what we can to help guide the unfortunate 
members of our race.
Unfortunately and unnecessarily
the vehicles of Public Communication 
continue to put our vices before 
the General Public and surpress 
our Virtues. That has been
the practice and it continues to be
carried on.
What is the remedy and what can
be the cure? When a Jew comes to
America from a foreign country he
is welcomed helped or oriented by
a society which was organized for
that purpose. It was my experience
too many times to find when a Negro 
moved from the South to the
North he found no friends or help
from those who got there a few
weeks before he did. In the Southern 
Cities when the Negroes; leave
the plantations and farm areas
they have no helping hands awaiting 
them by those who proceeded
them.
Our race must progress from an
all over basis and there are many
fine constructive things to be done
other than squeezing another
penny but of these pitiful victims
of circumstances.
We have a Council of Civic Clubs
which covers the entire, city. We
have the Federated Women Clubs
which covers the city. Labor Unions,
political organizations and the
Church. What is wrong about
these organizations conducting a
year around better public conduct
campaign?
The conduct and reactions of
most people is the kind of conduct
which meets the approval of their
friends and their environment or
the environment that they hope to
be in. If the friends and their environment 
undulges in and condones 
vulgarity, common-placeness,
and boistious conduct then they
will resort to the same. In pitiful
ignorance they don't realize that
the general public.
Yes, the whites in the same class
and circumstances act the same as
Negroes in the same brackets.
Since the whites are not disfranchised 
nor have most of their fundamental 
rights taken away from
them because that are white, that
takes them out of the category
that we are always in because we
are colored. For this reason the
whites don't have to suffer for
their misgivings as the Negro does.
We have talked about remedy
and cure but if we would all make
ourselves a committee of one and
act carefully, and cautiously when
we can a solution is in sight. Let
us do what we can to correct the
faulty Public Conduct of those who
need help.
One place was almost overlooked 
and that is our Public Schools
Too many times we observe bad,
loud and uncalled for rude conuct 
by our high school students.
This should be corrected first at
home and then in school.
There is a Beale Street in most
cities having a large Negro
population. The schools should not
be influenced by Beale Street. By
that I mean the pace rhythm and
conduct of a cheer leader at a
high school football game should
not be tempered to Beale Street
liking and approval but it should
conform to methods used by other
first class high schools having
contemporary wholesome taste.
Lets us all put our shoulder to

the wheel and, get this big job
done.
CHARLES H. FISHER L. L. B.

 PARSON
By: ALICE ROSS COLVER
Copyright, 1951, Alice Rose Colver.
Distributed by King Features Syndicate
TWO WEEKS later, Edna was
snuggled up close to Joe in the
front seat of his red roadster. She
did not know where they were
going. She never knew. He never
told her. But it didn't matter as
long as they got back by midnight.
She had been afraid, for a while
there, that he wasn't coming tonight, 
after all. She never knew
that, either. More than once he
had said he would pick her up at a
certain time, and then he had not
appeared. Oh, he always had some
good reason! He had had to stay
at the plant. Or company had come
to the house Or she hadn't waited
long enough, he had been delayed,
and when he reached there she
had already gone home. He had
pulled that one last week, and she
had said abruptly, "Look! If you
think I'm gonna wait more'n an
hour, you're mistaken!"
Tonight it had been fifty-five
minutes, and she had been on the
point of starting for home when
she had heard the toot of his horn.
She was still sore about it. But he
— she stole a look at him—he
seemed kind of sore Himself, or
something, so maybe she'd better
not blow her top just yet.
"Hi!" she said now, after an
unusually long silence on his part.
"I'm here, too. Remember?"
He made no answer beyond a
grunt. She subsided again, but
with resentment mounting in her.
He couldn't treat her like this.
That was all. She would take just
so much and no more. It was hard
enough managing to get off with
him, anyway, between Pop and
Mike. Pop was beginning to be
suspicious about all her evenings
at the library—which was where
she met Joe. For the amount of
work she was doing there, he said,
her school marks weren't as good
as they should be. And the library
closed at nine thirty. Where was
she after that? The late movie
had worked as an excuse pretty
well—but now Mike had begun
strolling by there when it let out,
and for all she knew he was comparing 
notes with Pop. Honestly!
She had better get something settied 
with Joe pretty quick or there
would be the dickens to pay.
"Where are we going?" she demanded 
suddenly, and the sharpness 
in her voice made him wake
up and come to life. Throwing one
arm about her shoulders he pullet
her close as he answered.
"To a nice place."
"Where?"
His arm kept pulling her with
little jerks closer and closer to
him.
"Hey!, Quit that! You can't do
that and drive, too!"
"You'd be surprised what I can
do and drive."
His voice was rough. So that's
what's eating him, she thought,
and was pleased because if she
could, get him wild enough—yet
not too wild—
She said softly, "Well, you've got
to be careful what you do with me
and drive." She thought a minute
and then continued, "There's a
time and place for everything"
She thought again and finished
with careful coquetry, "Which—
maybe—is why I'm asking you
where we're going."
"Oh, no!"
Now she was taking sense, be
thought, and he laughed and
turned his head to look at her,
and she saw his eyes squinted up
into a sudden triumphant brightness. 
She could smell his breath,
too, for the first time, and she told
herself that he must have had a
couple before he started. She didn't
like that, and she let him know it
promptly.
"Lookit," she said. "You be
careful. You've got an edge on,
and the road's icy tonight."
He seemed not to hear. "You
want to know where we're going?"
he asked her. "I'll tell you where
we're going. We're going to a nice
place where we can get everything
settled. How's that?"
She thought that was fine. That
was what she wanted. And it was
about time.
Her thoughts went back to that
Christmas Sunday when he had
walked out of church and right
past her, cutting her dead. She
had certainly been boiling! All the
way home she had vowed she
would never speak to him again.
She was through. But when he
had seemed to be through, too, she
had cooled off. By the end of a
week she had convinced herself
that he must have been just so
surprised to see her there that he
hadn't believed his eyes. Or maybe
he had been jealous of her talking
so friendly-like to Mr. Kent Either
one. Maybe both.
And then, on top of that, Gus
Jenkins had told her about New
Year's Eye at the Country Club.
He had been up there helping, and
he had heard how Mr. Kent had
been asked to leave even though
he was supposed to be with Anne
and Joe's party. And when Anne
got there late and learned about
it, She had left Joe and gone
straight back home to find Mr.
Kent and apologize to him. Edna
had told herself to wait. Maybe
there never had been much interest 
between Anne and Joe, after
all. Maybe she had imagined it.
Or, if there had been and they
had quarreled, then she could forgive 
his cutting her because—in
the end—he, would probably come
back to her.
And he had. He had pretended
he hadn't seen her outside the
church that day, but she hadn't
believed him. She had not argued
with him over it, though, for he
was back and that was the main
thing.
She had not dared push things
at first the way she wanted them
to go. She wasn't sure enough of
his interest. So she had had to
humor him and go on being secretive 
about meeting him and make
believe she was crazy enough about
him to do most anything he wanted—in 
time! But she didn't mean
it. She most certainly didn't mean
it. When he got impatient she always 
told him she had been kidding, 
the way she had been just
now.
"You'll kid once too often," he
had said. But she had only laughed.
They had crossed the George
Washington Bridge now and were
speeding up the Henry Hudson
Parkway. Not to one of New
York's night spots, then, she

thought. Up into the  insstead. 
Well...
Afterwards she couldn't remember 
exactly when it was she had
begun to get frightened. Perhaps
it was when they turned off the
parkway and stopped for drink
somewhere to Westchester, and Joe
took two to her one. She wished
then, an of a sodden, that she
knew how to drive. But he
wouldn't let her even if she did
All she could do was say, as they
got into the car and before he
started the engine. "I guess we
better head bade now, Joe
Hunh?"
"Head back?" He turned to look
at her and gave a queer laugh.
"Head back! Not a chance." He
reached down and fumbled at the
dangling keys, and the next minute 
they roared away from the
curb. And he wasn't turning
around.
"Joe!" she said, trying to keep
the tremble out of her voice. "Joe!
I want to go home! Take me
back!"
"Home!" He threw it at her over
his shoulder. "Home? Not tonight, 
baby. See? No more kidding. 
I'm fed up with that."
He went on talking, going faster 
and faster all the time. Not
looking at her, either. Just sitting
there hunched over the wheel and
talking.
This was a Joe she had never
really seen before. This was a
stranger, a wild, purposeful
stranger, who—she suddenly realized—had 
never believed her the
least bit when she had told him
each tune she was just kidding.
She pressed herself far back and
away from him, frozen with her
mounting terror, and threw a quick
look out at the country through
which they were rushing. She saw
only woods on both sides of them.
She had no idea where they were,
But it was country, all right. The
road under them was rutted and
narrow—and deserted.
"Joe!" she said, speaking loud
to be heard above his voice. "Joe!
Slow down! Don't be crazy!"
When he slowed down she would
jump out, she was thinking. She
would jump and run and hide in
those woods and never let him find
her. She would walk all the way
home if she had to. If she couldn't
find a bus. Or if the money she
had wasn't enough. Already tier
hand was on the: door, releasing
it with a stealthy purpose.
But Joe was paying no attention
to her. He had, stopped talking
now and was staring at the ribbon
of road unrolling so fast before
them. She reached out uncertainly
with her other hand, more frightened 
by his stillness than by his
words, and touched his arm.
"Joe, slow down! Let's—let's
talk. I want to talk, Joe. Honest,
I do. I—"
She did not see the sharp turn
In the road any more than he did.
She only felt the unlatched door
swing wide unexpectedly under her
hand, felt herself hurtling through
space, felt something rise up and
hit her, hurting her cruelly—her
head, her shoulder, her arm—and
then blackness fell, over her and
over the world.


CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
By: ALICE ROSS COLVER
Copyright, 1951, Alice Rose Colver.
Distributed by King Features Syndicate
TWO WEEKS later, Edna was
snuggled up close to Joe in the
front seat of his red roadster. She
did not know where they were
going. She never knew. He never
told her. But it didn't matter as
long as they got back by midnight.
She had been afraid, for a while
there, that he wasn't coming tonight, 
after all. She never knew
that, either. More than once he
had said he would pick her up at a
certain time, and then he had not
appeared. Oh, he always had some
good reason! He had had to stay
at the plant. Or company had come
to the house Or she hadn't waited
long enough, he had been delayed,
and when he reached there she
had already gone home. He had
pulled that one last week, and she
had said abruptly, "Look! If you
think I'm gonna wait more'n an
hour, you're mistaken!"
Tonight it had been fifty-five
minutes, and she had been on the
point of starting for home when
she had heard the toot of his horn.
She was still sore about it. But he
— she stole a look at him—he
seemed kind of sore Himself, or
something, so maybe she'd better
not blow her top just yet.
"Hi!" she said now, after an
unusually long silence on his part.
"I'm here, too. Remember?"
He made no answer beyond a
grunt. She subsided again, but
with resentment mounting in her.
He couldn't treat her like this.
That was all. She would take just
so much and no more. It was hard
enough managing to get off with
him, anyway, between Pop and
Mike. Pop was beginning to be
suspicious about all her evenings
at the library—which was where
she met Joe. For the amount of
work she was doing there, he said,
her school marks weren't as good
as they should be. And the library
closed at nine thirty. Where was
she after that? The late movie
had worked as an excuse pretty
well—but now Mike had begun
strolling by there when it let out,
and for all she knew he was comparing 
notes with Pop. Honestly!
She had better get something settied 
with Joe pretty quick or there
would be the dickens to pay.
"Where are we going?" she demanded 
suddenly, and the sharpness 
in her voice made him wake
up and come to life. Throwing one
arm about her shoulders he pullet
her close as he answered.
"To a nice place."
"Where?"
His arm kept pulling her with
little jerks closer and closer to
him.
"Hey!, Quit that! You can't do
that and drive, too!"
"You'd be surprised what I can
do and drive."
His voice was rough. So that's
what's eating him, she thought,
and was pleased because if she
could, get him wild enough—yet
not too wild—
She said softly, "Well, you've got
to be careful what you do with me
and drive." She thought a minute
and then continued, "There's a
time and place for everything"
She thought again and finished
with careful coquetry, "Which—
maybe—is why I'm asking you
where we're going."
"Oh, no!"
Now she was taking sense, be
thought, and he laughed and
turned his head to look at her,
and she saw his eyes squinted up
into a sudden triumphant brightness. 
She could smell his breath,
too, for the first time, and she told
herself that he must have had a
couple before he started. She didn't
like that, and she let him know it
promptly.
"Lookit," she said. "You be
careful. You've got an edge on,
and the road's icy tonight."
He seemed not to hear. "You
want to know where we're going?"
he asked her. "I'll tell you where
we're going. We're going to a nice
place where we can get everything
settled. How's that?"
She thought that was fine. That
was what she wanted. And it was
about time.
Her thoughts went back to that
Christmas Sunday when he had
walked out of church and right
past her, cutting her dead. She
had certainly been boiling! All the
way home she had vowed she
would never speak to him again.
She was through. But when he
had seemed to be through, too, she
had cooled off. By the end of a
week she had convinced herself
that he must have been just so
surprised to see her there that he
hadn't believed his eyes. Or maybe
he had been jealous of her talking
so friendly-like to Mr. Kent Either
one. Maybe both.
And then, on top of that, Gus
Jenkins had told her about New
Year's Eye at the Country Club.
He had been up there helping, and
he had heard how Mr. Kent had
been asked to leave even though
he was supposed to be with Anne
and Joe's party. And when Anne
got there late and learned about
it, She had left Joe and gone
straight back home to find Mr.
Kent and apologize to him. Edna
had told herself to wait. Maybe
there never had been much interest 
between Anne and Joe, after
all. Maybe she had imagined it.
Or, if there had been and they
had quarreled, then she could forgive 
his cutting her because—in
the end—he, would probably come
back to her.
And he had. He had pretended
he hadn't seen her outside the
church that day, but she hadn't
believed him. She had not argued
with him over it, though, for he
was back and that was the main
thing.
She had not dared push things
at first the way she wanted them
to go. She wasn't sure enough of
his interest. So she had had to
humor him and go on being secretive 
about meeting him and make
believe she was crazy enough about
him to do most anything he wanted—in 
time! But she didn't mean
it. She most certainly didn't mean
it. When he got impatient she always 
told him she had been kidding, 
the way she had been just
now.
"You'll kid once too often," he
had said. But she had only laughed.
They had crossed the George
Washington Bridge now and were
speeding up the Henry Hudson
Parkway. Not to one of New
York's night spots, then, she

thought. Up into the  insstead. 
Well...
Afterwards she couldn't remember 
exactly when it was she had
begun to get frightened. Perhaps
it was when they turned off the
parkway and stopped for drink
somewhere to Westchester, and Joe
took two to her one. She wished
then, an of a sodden, that she
knew how to drive. But he
wouldn't let her even if she did
All she could do was say, as they
got into the car and before he
started the engine. "I guess we
better head bade now, Joe
Hunh?"
"Head back?" He turned to look
at her and gave a queer laugh.
"Head back! Not a chance." He
reached down and fumbled at the
dangling keys, and the next minute 
they roared away from the
curb. And he wasn't turning
around.
"Joe!" she said, trying to keep
the tremble out of her voice. "Joe!
I want to go home! Take me
back!"
"Home!" He threw it at her over
his shoulder. "Home? Not tonight, 
baby. See? No more kidding. 
I'm fed up with that."
He went on talking, going faster 
and faster all the time. Not
looking at her, either. Just sitting
there hunched over the wheel and
talking.
This was a Joe she had never
really seen before. This was a
stranger, a wild, purposeful
stranger, who—she suddenly realized—had 
never believed her the
least bit when she had told him
each tune she was just kidding.
She pressed herself far back and
away from him, frozen with her
mounting terror, and threw a quick
look out at the country through
which they were rushing. She saw
only woods on both sides of them.
She had no idea where they were,
But it was country, all right. The
road under them was rutted and
narrow—and deserted.
"Joe!" she said, speaking loud
to be heard above his voice. "Joe!
Slow down! Don't be crazy!"
When he slowed down she would
jump out, she was thinking. She
would jump and run and hide in
those woods and never let him find
her. She would walk all the way
home if she had to. If she couldn't
find a bus. Or if the money she
had wasn't enough. Already tier
hand was on the: door, releasing
it with a stealthy purpose.
But Joe was paying no attention
to her. He had, stopped talking
now and was staring at the ribbon
of road unrolling so fast before
them. She reached out uncertainly
with her other hand, more frightened 
by his stillness than by his
words, and touched his arm.
"Joe, slow down! Let's—let's
talk. I want to talk, Joe. Honest,
I do. I—"
She did not see the sharp turn
In the road any more than he did.
She only felt the unlatched door
swing wide unexpectedly under her
hand, felt herself hurtling through
space, felt something rise up and
hit her, hurting her cruelly—her
head, her shoulder, her arm—and
then blackness fell, over her and
over the world.


How Things

gro campaign chairman and the
activity of his staff, Governor
Browning seems, at this time, to
stand a better chance in the Negro 
precincts it nowhere else.
A small but earnest band of
earnest workers for Representative
Albert Gore's campaign for Senator
established themselves at the Gorine 
Beauty College on Beale;
aging incumbent Senator. McKellar 
established his Negro workers
at the Travelers Hotel on Vance.
Neither group has shown the activity 
of the gubernatorial campaign 
groups — however their
presence has been felt. The Gore
headquarters has been active
longer than has the McKellar
staff-house.
Once again the machine-made"
label has been pasted—this time
on the veteran senator. The health
of Senator McKellar has also been
questioned by the ambitious Gore
crew.
The incumbent senator has replied 
by making fairly vigorous
campaign—which would tend to
dissipate the "bad health" claim.
He has also retaliated by charging
his youthful opponent with inability 
to accomplish anything in
Congress and also his youth. (Representative 
Gore has had a rather
unsuccessful time of it in "Congress
if un-documented reports are to
be believed.)
Once again the incumbent
seem, to get the nod—at least

among the 40,000 Negro registrants.
There is also a Republican, senatorial 
primary which has no Beale
Avenue campaign staffs.
Robert C. (Bob) Gregory, Republican 
hopeful, seems confident of
matching any. Democrat if nominated. 
His campaign, however, does
not promise to be effective.
This is the first time that there
has been so much pre-primary activity 
among local Negroes. With
four major campaign headquarters
in the Beale Avenue vicinity, the
Negro voter has been given a new
belief in his importance.
This is only because Negro registration 
has in the past ten months,
increased over 800 per cent. Last
September, there were fewer than
five thousand Negro registered voters—now 
there are more than 40
thousand.
How effective this increase is has
already been shown. How effective
this increase can be depends, to a
great extent, on the character and
activity of Negro leadership.
With the back-log of this voter 
strength, Negro leaders can now
demand, in tones loud and clear
a better life for their people. If
these gains continue, the time may
yet come when Negroes in Memphis 
will actually have bond fide,
representation on city, county,
state and national levels.

McKELLAR VS. GORE

gro campaign chairman and the
activity of his staff, Governor
Browning seems, at this time, to
stand a better chance in the Negro 
precincts it nowhere else.
A small but earnest band of
earnest workers for Representative
Albert Gore's campaign for Senator
established themselves at the Gorine 
Beauty College on Beale;
aging incumbent Senator. McKellar 
established his Negro workers
at the Travelers Hotel on Vance.
Neither group has shown the activity 
of the gubernatorial campaign 
groups — however their
presence has been felt. The Gore
headquarters has been active
longer than has the McKellar
staff-house.
Once again the machine-made"
label has been pasted—this time
on the veteran senator. The health
of Senator McKellar has also been
questioned by the ambitious Gore
crew.
The incumbent senator has replied 
by making fairly vigorous
campaign—which would tend to
dissipate the "bad health" claim.
He has also retaliated by charging
his youthful opponent with inability 
to accomplish anything in
Congress and also his youth. (Representative 
Gore has had a rather
unsuccessful time of it in "Congress
if un-documented reports are to
be believed.)
Once again the incumbent
seem, to get the nod—at least

among the 40,000 Negro registrants.
There is also a Republican, senatorial 
primary which has no Beale
Avenue campaign staffs.
Robert C. (Bob) Gregory, Republican 
hopeful, seems confident of
matching any. Democrat if nominated. 
His campaign, however, does
not promise to be effective.
This is the first time that there
has been so much pre-primary activity 
among local Negroes. With
four major campaign headquarters
in the Beale Avenue vicinity, the
Negro voter has been given a new
belief in his importance.
This is only because Negro registration 
has in the past ten months,
increased over 800 per cent. Last
September, there were fewer than
five thousand Negro registered voters—now 
there are more than 40
thousand.
How effective this increase is has
already been shown. How effective
this increase can be depends, to a
great extent, on the character and
activity of Negro leadership.
With the back-log of this voter 
strength, Negro leaders can now
demand, in tones loud and clear
a better life for their people. If
these gains continue, the time may
yet come when Negroes in Memphis 
will actually have bond fide,
representation on city, county,
state and national levels.

WHAT DOES IT PROVE?

gro campaign chairman and the
activity of his staff, Governor
Browning seems, at this time, to
stand a better chance in the Negro 
precincts it nowhere else.
A small but earnest band of
earnest workers for Representative
Albert Gore's campaign for Senator
established themselves at the Gorine 
Beauty College on Beale;
aging incumbent Senator. McKellar 
established his Negro workers
at the Travelers Hotel on Vance.
Neither group has shown the activity 
of the gubernatorial campaign 
groups — however their
presence has been felt. The Gore
headquarters has been active
longer than has the McKellar
staff-house.
Once again the machine-made"
label has been pasted—this time
on the veteran senator. The health
of Senator McKellar has also been
questioned by the ambitious Gore
crew.
The incumbent senator has replied 
by making fairly vigorous
campaign—which would tend to
dissipate the "bad health" claim.
He has also retaliated by charging
his youthful opponent with inability 
to accomplish anything in
Congress and also his youth. (Representative 
Gore has had a rather
unsuccessful time of it in "Congress
if un-documented reports are to
be believed.)
Once again the incumbent
seem, to get the nod—at least

among the 40,000 Negro registrants.
There is also a Republican, senatorial 
primary which has no Beale
Avenue campaign staffs.
Robert C. (Bob) Gregory, Republican 
hopeful, seems confident of
matching any. Democrat if nominated. 
His campaign, however, does
not promise to be effective.
This is the first time that there
has been so much pre-primary activity 
among local Negroes. With
four major campaign headquarters
in the Beale Avenue vicinity, the
Negro voter has been given a new
belief in his importance.
This is only because Negro registration 
has in the past ten months,
increased over 800 per cent. Last
September, there were fewer than
five thousand Negro registered voters—now 
there are more than 40
thousand.
How effective this increase is has
already been shown. How effective
this increase can be depends, to a
great extent, on the character and
activity of Negro leadership.
With the back-log of this voter 
strength, Negro leaders can now
demand, in tones loud and clear
a better life for their people. If
these gains continue, the time may
yet come when Negroes in Memphis 
will actually have bond fide,
representation on city, county,
state and national levels.

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Personals
CHARLIE HALL Of Gastonia, N.
C., is in town visiting a cousin, Mrs.
Mamie Harris at 360 Cynthia. Mr.
Hall lived in Memphis for 20 yean
before going to Covington, Tenn
then to North Carolina.
He is the founder of a cooperative
which has total assets of $25,000

and is also on the board of directors 
of the Excelsior Credit Union
which he founded.
ED BUTLER, 78, 408 (10) Alabama 
Street has been admitted to
the Shelby County Hospital. Mrs.
Butler has for many years been a
familiar figure, oh the Beale St.
scene—especially, since the recent
death of his wife.

Public Health
Grant To Support
Cancer Training
Public
Health Service grants to support
training in cancer diagnosis and
treatment in 21 Stales, the District
of Columbia and Puerto Rico were
announced this week by the Federal
Security Agency.
The grants were made by Surgeon
General Leonard A. Scheele of the
Public Health Service on recomdation 
of the National Advisory.
Cancer Council and will be administered 
by the National Cancer Institute 
of the National Institutes
of Health.

Marciano asys he is no Dempsey.
He may not be and he may not
think so. But then again he might
be. Who can say?, Marciano has
never been deleted, He has
whipped all comer's And was the on
ly man to knock out Joe Louis, after 
the war. Charles and Walcott,
couldn't do it. He has taken each
opponent in stride, some impressively 
and some not so impressively.
—but he has taken them all.

Braddock went out and made a
game fight of it. He lasted eight
rounds. And he carried the fight
to Louis in those early rounds. May
be Walcott will try the same, tactics. 
His best chance would,, be to
catch the Buster early. Though
neither is a Fancy Dan boxer, the
advantage will shift to Marciano
as the rounds go by, since he has
such an age advantage. Regardless
of the exact course of the fight, it
looks like Walcott is Braddock, and
Marciano is Louis and the result,
is probably going to be about the
same—with, the colors reversed.

Don Newcombe's Fast Ball
Too Much For GI Catcher
Big Don Newcombe, now Sgt.
Newcombe, former Brooklyn Dodgers 
pitching ace, is a first baseman
in the army.
Don can still pitch, but his fast
balls are too speedy for his intramural 
team's backstop to catch.
faced four batters, and all four
reached base. It seems that he
For example, one day last week,
he started a game for his team. He
fanned each man, but his catcher
dropped each third strike and the
batter reached first safely. Two
men scored.
That was enough for the Dodger
Treat. He returned to first base,
and the catcher was happy.
In camp, Don had very little
time for baseball. He is a platoon
leader in the Medical Replacement
Training Center. His job is to lead
recruits through their . . first 16
weeks of basic training.
During off duty time, he coaches
and plays in the camp's intramural 
baseball league. He does not believe 
his army hitch will hurt him
on the mound Of this Newcombe
commented:
"I don't think the layoff will affect 
my pitching I'll only be 27
years old when I get out.  I
thought this would be my top year
in the majors—and a pennant winning 
one for the Dodgers. I still
think the Dodgers are going to
win."