Memphis World Memphis World Publishing Co. 1952-02-12 Chester M. Hampton Copyright, 1951, by El Street Distributed by King Featured Sundicates. WHAT Mrs. Shepherd was proved to tea distinct shock to Mollie. For a week, she had been telling herself not to expect Peter's mother to be any member of the Whistler family; she'd not be old, she'd not be fragile. With this negative approach, Mollie had formed no definite picture, but certainly she was not prepared for this— this . Mrs. Shepherd was certainly in her sixties. She was short—not over five feet—and plump, though extremely well corseted. Her hair was gray and elaborately curled: her skin was massaged and powdered and rouged. Her eyes were small and needed glasses which she did not wear; her dress was of brown crepe elaborately trimmed in sequins. "Bosomed," was Nicholas term for that sort of dress and adornment She had diamonds in her ear lobes and on her breast; her plump hands were loaded with rings, the nails scarlet. She spoke in a soft, prim voice, acknowledging Peter's introduction of this golden-haired girl in green. "Petersays you're a doctor. A surgeon." "Yes, I am," agreed Mollie. "In business hours." "I've never before met a woman doctor." "Well, then lot's forget the doctor part." But Mrs. Shepherd was, seemingly, unable to do that Assuring Mollie that she did not know how to talk to a "career woman," she look full cognizance of Mollie's career. Even while walking into the dining room she talked about her "physical condition." Mollie wondered if this might be an attempt to find some topic of mutual interest with her guest and decided not. The tale had the fluency of frequent repetition. This mother of Peter's was a shallowminded woman; she talked in a long-winded fashion, and she always talked exclusively of personal things. . . Peter made an attempt to stem the flood while their dinners could be ordered. "What'll you have Mollie?" he asked brashly. "Steak?. It's on Mom. You can shoot the Works." She laughed. "Maybe she isn't prepared for the appetites career women can stir up." "I've always known doctors, my dear," said Mrs. Shepherd. "My husband was one. In fact, we lived right here in the city; he was an instructor in the medical school here." "That must have been when you Knew Nicholas Cowan." "I did know him," said Mrs. Shepherd, touching the beads on her dress front "I never liked him," she pronounced. Mollie could not remember exactly what Nicholas had said about this woman, but the general impression had been unfavorable. "Steak, Mollie?" asked Peter again. "Or the duckling?" "That will be fine." "Dr. Cowan's sure been swell to me," said Peter. "What are you having, Mom?" "Oh, not duck and wild rice," She turned to Mollie. "I have to be Careful what I eat," she said. "I thought you wrote me that they had got you all fixed up," said Peter. "I'm much better," she told him. "And will continue to be, if I'm careful." She turned to Mollie. "We have a wonderful clinic in Benton, Dr. Brooks. I wish Peter had got in there. You know-about it, of course." Mollie didn't, but she was due to learn. The Voss clinic, it seemed, had everything offered by the Boone group. "How big is it?" There were three doctors— brothers — and such wonderful men! And, yes, every facility. Their specialty was cancer. They did marvelous things. And had performed a miracle In curing Peter's mother of what she called "my colitis." Mollie nearly choked on her canape. Oh, if Nicholas were only here! For ten years she had heard him class certain women: as the my-colitis type. And here that woman was, in actual fact What a time Nicholas would have had with her—and probably had had, years ago. "O.K.?" Peter was asking her, earnestly, having noticed the choke. Mollie smiled, at him. "O.K." Peter was a dear, and she was being disloyal in even thinking such things about his mother. "Peter tells me," Mollie said warmly, "that you're something of a career woman yourself. Your son is very proud of you." This had the desired effect "I've never thought of myself as a career woman," Mrs. Shepherd demurred. "I run a dress shop—it's the best one in Benton, if I do say so myself." "I'm sure it is successful," said Mollie. There was every reason to think it was. The woman's dress was hideous, but expensive; her jewels were real and frequent. "That dress you are wearing," said, Mrs. Shepherd, casting a professional eye on Mollie's suit. "It's a Rosenthal, isn't it?" "I think so," laughed Mollie. "And I noticed your coat Summer ermine. Would it be too much to ask what you paid for it?" "Mom!" chided Peter, laughing at her. Mollie laughed,, too. "I don't mind; she probably knows anyway. Just as she knows I paid too much for this suit." "I'd have to ask a hundred and thirty-five," diagnosed Mrs. Shepherd in dead earnest. "I saw it last fall at market." "You should see Mom when she goes to market," Peter told Mol lie. "The beaux she gets!" "They're all out to sell me some thing!" bridled the little woman. "She "took me along one year," Peter went on, his smile bright upon his mother. "She never did that again. Everyone knew she had to be over twenty to have a great gawk like me for a son." "Now Peter . . ." "She cuts quite a swath in Chicago and New York," Peter assured Mollie, beaming with his sincere admiration for his mother. After a little more of this bouquet throwing, Mrs. Shepherd returned to the subject of Mollie's clothes. "You said you paid too much for that suit,. Dr. Brooks," she said earnestly. "But 1 tell all the girls who, come to my shop— the working girls, you know. With the University and two girls' schools in. Benton, I get my share of what yon call career women! And I tell them, as I tell you, that the last place to economize is on clothes." "That's 'cause you're in the business," said Peter brashly. His mother had no evident sense of humor. "No, Peter," she said, severely. "Their appearance is the most important thing to those girls. If they hope to marry, it's the best way to attract a good man. If they are interested only in their work, their appearance. will do everything for them. You have to look successful to be successful. . . ." Now Mollie did indeed see the woman! Peter was evidently proud of his mother, and Mollie must like him for that loyalty, although she wondered at his blindness. Even filial devotion should let an intelligent man like Peter see this dumpling of a woman for what she was. Overdressed, oversentimental, without any sort of cultural depth or even interest. Mollie's present discontent was Due—again!—to Nicholas. No wonder this dinner reminded her of Clara's Christmas supper, he was to blame for her misery this evening, for her boredom. The things held taught Mollie to see arid appreciate had completely spoiled her for companionship with this sort of "good woman." And, good heavens above! What a mother-inlaw she would be! "I'm soon going East myself," Mollie, said hurriedly. "The ACS Meeting at the end of the month . . ." "It's important to you, I know," said Peter. "Mollie really is wonderful, mother." "I'm sure she is, Peter," said Mrs. Shepherd graciously. "Oh, let's listen to the music. They're playing the Blue Mollie sat back, washed in despair. The three piece orchestra was whispering a waltz, but—all, waltzes were probably the to this woman. Mollie spent the next five minutes lookIng from Peter to his mother, try-' ing to sec some resemblance— maybe he was an adopted son! CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE Copyright, 1951, by El Street Distributed by King Featured Sundicates. WHAT Mrs. Shepherd was proved to tea distinct shock to Mollie. For a week, she had been telling herself not to expect Peter's mother to be any member of the Whistler family; she'd not be old, she'd not be fragile. With this negative approach, Mollie had formed no definite picture, but certainly she was not prepared for this— this . Mrs. Shepherd was certainly in her sixties. She was short—not over five feet—and plump, though extremely well corseted. Her hair was gray and elaborately curled: her skin was massaged and powdered and rouged. Her eyes were small and needed glasses which she did not wear; her dress was of brown crepe elaborately trimmed in sequins. "Bosomed," was Nicholas term for that sort of dress and adornment She had diamonds in her ear lobes and on her breast; her plump hands were loaded with rings, the nails scarlet. She spoke in a soft, prim voice, acknowledging Peter's introduction of this golden-haired girl in green. "Petersays you're a doctor. A surgeon." "Yes, I am," agreed Mollie. "In business hours." "I've never before met a woman doctor." "Well, then lot's forget the doctor part." But Mrs. Shepherd was, seemingly, unable to do that Assuring Mollie that she did not know how to talk to a "career woman," she look full cognizance of Mollie's career. Even while walking into the dining room she talked about her "physical condition." Mollie wondered if this might be an attempt to find some topic of mutual interest with her guest and decided not. The tale had the fluency of frequent repetition. This mother of Peter's was a shallowminded woman; she talked in a long-winded fashion, and she always talked exclusively of personal things. . . Peter made an attempt to stem the flood while their dinners could be ordered. "What'll you have Mollie?" he asked brashly. "Steak?. It's on Mom. You can shoot the Works." She laughed. "Maybe she isn't prepared for the appetites career women can stir up." "I've always known doctors, my dear," said Mrs. Shepherd. "My husband was one. In fact, we lived right here in the city; he was an instructor in the medical school here." "That must have been when you Knew Nicholas Cowan." "I did know him," said Mrs. Shepherd, touching the beads on her dress front "I never liked him," she pronounced. Mollie could not remember exactly what Nicholas had said about this woman, but the general impression had been unfavorable. "Steak, Mollie?" asked Peter again. "Or the duckling?" "That will be fine." "Dr. Cowan's sure been swell to me," said Peter. "What are you having, Mom?" "Oh, not duck and wild rice," She turned to Mollie. "I have to be Careful what I eat," she said. "I thought you wrote me that they had got you all fixed up," said Peter. "I'm much better," she told him. "And will continue to be, if I'm careful." She turned to Mollie. "We have a wonderful clinic in Benton, Dr. Brooks. I wish Peter had got in there. You know-about it, of course." Mollie didn't, but she was due to learn. The Voss clinic, it seemed, had everything offered by the Boone group. "How big is it?" There were three doctors— brothers — and such wonderful men! And, yes, every facility. Their specialty was cancer. They did marvelous things. And had performed a miracle In curing Peter's mother of what she called "my colitis." Mollie nearly choked on her canape. Oh, if Nicholas were only here! For ten years she had heard him class certain women: as the my-colitis type. And here that woman was, in actual fact What a time Nicholas would have had with her—and probably had had, years ago. "O.K.?" Peter was asking her, earnestly, having noticed the choke. Mollie smiled, at him. "O.K." Peter was a dear, and she was being disloyal in even thinking such things about his mother. "Peter tells me," Mollie said warmly, "that you're something of a career woman yourself. Your son is very proud of you." This had the desired effect "I've never thought of myself as a career woman," Mrs. Shepherd demurred. "I run a dress shop—it's the best one in Benton, if I do say so myself." "I'm sure it is successful," said Mollie. There was every reason to think it was. The woman's dress was hideous, but expensive; her jewels were real and frequent. "That dress you are wearing," said, Mrs. Shepherd, casting a professional eye on Mollie's suit. "It's a Rosenthal, isn't it?" "I think so," laughed Mollie. "And I noticed your coat Summer ermine. Would it be too much to ask what you paid for it?" "Mom!" chided Peter, laughing at her. Mollie laughed,, too. "I don't mind; she probably knows anyway. Just as she knows I paid too much for this suit." "I'd have to ask a hundred and thirty-five," diagnosed Mrs. Shepherd in dead earnest. "I saw it last fall at market." "You should see Mom when she goes to market," Peter told Mol lie. "The beaux she gets!" "They're all out to sell me some thing!" bridled the little woman. "She "took me along one year," Peter went on, his smile bright upon his mother. "She never did that again. Everyone knew she had to be over twenty to have a great gawk like me for a son." "Now Peter . . ." "She cuts quite a swath in Chicago and New York," Peter assured Mollie, beaming with his sincere admiration for his mother. After a little more of this bouquet throwing, Mrs. Shepherd returned to the subject of Mollie's clothes. "You said you paid too much for that suit,. Dr. Brooks," she said earnestly. "But 1 tell all the girls who, come to my shop— the working girls, you know. With the University and two girls' schools in. Benton, I get my share of what yon call career women! And I tell them, as I tell you, that the last place to economize is on clothes." "That's 'cause you're in the business," said Peter brashly. His mother had no evident sense of humor. "No, Peter," she said, severely. "Their appearance is the most important thing to those girls. If they hope to marry, it's the best way to attract a good man. If they are interested only in their work, their appearance. will do everything for them. You have to look successful to be successful. . . ." Now Mollie did indeed see the woman! Peter was evidently proud of his mother, and Mollie must like him for that loyalty, although she wondered at his blindness. Even filial devotion should let an intelligent man like Peter see this dumpling of a woman for what she was. Overdressed, oversentimental, without any sort of cultural depth or even interest. Mollie's present discontent was Due—again!—to Nicholas. No wonder this dinner reminded her of Clara's Christmas supper, he was to blame for her misery this evening, for her boredom. The things held taught Mollie to see arid appreciate had completely spoiled her for companionship with this sort of "good woman." And, good heavens above! What a mother-inlaw she would be! "I'm soon going East myself," Mollie, said hurriedly. "The ACS Meeting at the end of the month . . ." "It's important to you, I know," said Peter. "Mollie really is wonderful, mother." "I'm sure she is, Peter," said Mrs. Shepherd graciously. "Oh, let's listen to the music. They're playing the Blue Mollie sat back, washed in despair. The three piece orchestra was whispering a waltz, but—all, waltzes were probably the to this woman. Mollie spent the next five minutes lookIng from Peter to his mother, try-' ing to sec some resemblance— maybe he was an adopted son! ON THE REEL By REV. TASCHEREAU ARNOLD Where it came from I do not know, but there is an ancient legend of an egotistical young man, who was jealous of the wisdom and high reputation of an old hermit of their village. So catching a live bird, he said, "Now I'll prove myself to be wiser than that old fool. I'll go to him with this bird in my hand and I'll say, "Is this bird alive or dead?" If he replies. "It's dead. I'll open my hand and let it fly away.. If he answers, Its alive, I'll close my hand and crush the life out of it. Either way he answers. I'll prove that he is wrong." We went to the old hermit and asked his question. The old man replied: "My boy, it's in your hand, it's what you choose. The sage was right And also of the life of the youth he could say, "My boy, it's in your hand. It's what you choose." And also to the girl it can be said. "Your life is in your hand. Its what you choose." God made us with power of choice, for only those who could choose heaven or reject it would be big enough to inherit it. Too bad to use the power God gave us that we might choose heaven and take our inheritance, and with this power choose against the Father and what he would give! Imagine the dove having perhaps of necessity, made her nest in a trash pile back of the old pottory. Under the pile are bugs and lizards and rats. As she broods upon her nest, the soot from the chimneys and the dust from the streets may settle upon her until she may appear to be a part of her surroundings and of a kind with the earth-bound sordid, and perhaps vicious creatures in the pile But the dove has wings She need Not become a part of her surroundings. She may be in the environment but not of it. She may step to the edge of her nest on occasion, cast herself into the air, and ascend into the blue, and the sun shining upon her soaring beauty may be reflected "in splendor. And the promise is to every one of us "Though we have lain among the pots, yet shall ye be as the wings of a dove covered with silver and her feathers with yellow gold." We have wings We may let them be forever unused. Still, is it not wonderful that we have wings? The Free Methodist. He was a business man in a southern city, head of a sizable sales organization. But on Sunday morning you found him at his place of privilege, teaching a large Sunday school class "of men. As a visitor, I sat in that Sunday school class. Presently a tall rather slim built man took his place quiety on the front row. The class was opened with announcements and prayer. Then he stood up. I shall never forget the radiance of his face and the opening statement he made. "Good morning men, I am glad to see you here. As you know. I live for this hour." The statement so impressed me that after the service that morning I asked the pastor who the teacher as He told me his business connections and that he was very much engaged six days of the week in his business enterprise. But, said he, "This man loves God and the church." He makes serving the Lord his first and primary business." I could understand now, why he had an eager waiting group of listoners in that Sunday school class. He was a busy business executive, but not too busy to "seek first the kingdom of God." —S. T. Ludwig. First Bride: "Yes, sir, I've got my husband where he eats- out of my hand." Second Bride: "Saves a lot of dish washing, doesn't it?' And that's that. WE HAVE WINGS By REV. TASCHEREAU ARNOLD Where it came from I do not know, but there is an ancient legend of an egotistical young man, who was jealous of the wisdom and high reputation of an old hermit of their village. So catching a live bird, he said, "Now I'll prove myself to be wiser than that old fool. I'll go to him with this bird in my hand and I'll say, "Is this bird alive or dead?" If he replies. "It's dead. I'll open my hand and let it fly away.. If he answers, Its alive, I'll close my hand and crush the life out of it. Either way he answers. I'll prove that he is wrong." We went to the old hermit and asked his question. The old man replied: "My boy, it's in your hand, it's what you choose. The sage was right And also of the life of the youth he could say, "My boy, it's in your hand. It's what you choose." And also to the girl it can be said. "Your life is in your hand. Its what you choose." God made us with power of choice, for only those who could choose heaven or reject it would be big enough to inherit it. Too bad to use the power God gave us that we might choose heaven and take our inheritance, and with this power choose against the Father and what he would give! Imagine the dove having perhaps of necessity, made her nest in a trash pile back of the old pottory. Under the pile are bugs and lizards and rats. As she broods upon her nest, the soot from the chimneys and the dust from the streets may settle upon her until she may appear to be a part of her surroundings and of a kind with the earth-bound sordid, and perhaps vicious creatures in the pile But the dove has wings She need Not become a part of her surroundings. She may be in the environment but not of it. She may step to the edge of her nest on occasion, cast herself into the air, and ascend into the blue, and the sun shining upon her soaring beauty may be reflected "in splendor. And the promise is to every one of us "Though we have lain among the pots, yet shall ye be as the wings of a dove covered with silver and her feathers with yellow gold." We have wings We may let them be forever unused. Still, is it not wonderful that we have wings? The Free Methodist. He was a business man in a southern city, head of a sizable sales organization. But on Sunday morning you found him at his place of privilege, teaching a large Sunday school class "of men. As a visitor, I sat in that Sunday school class. Presently a tall rather slim built man took his place quiety on the front row. The class was opened with announcements and prayer. Then he stood up. I shall never forget the radiance of his face and the opening statement he made. "Good morning men, I am glad to see you here. As you know. I live for this hour." The statement so impressed me that after the service that morning I asked the pastor who the teacher as He told me his business connections and that he was very much engaged six days of the week in his business enterprise. But, said he, "This man loves God and the church." He makes serving the Lord his first and primary business." I could understand now, why he had an eager waiting group of listoners in that Sunday school class. He was a busy business executive, but not too busy to "seek first the kingdom of God." —S. T. Ludwig. First Bride: "Yes, sir, I've got my husband where he eats- out of my hand." Second Bride: "Saves a lot of dish washing, doesn't it?' And that's that. I LOVE FOR THIS HOUSE By REV. TASCHEREAU ARNOLD Where it came from I do not know, but there is an ancient legend of an egotistical young man, who was jealous of the wisdom and high reputation of an old hermit of their village. So catching a live bird, he said, "Now I'll prove myself to be wiser than that old fool. I'll go to him with this bird in my hand and I'll say, "Is this bird alive or dead?" If he replies. "It's dead. I'll open my hand and let it fly away.. If he answers, Its alive, I'll close my hand and crush the life out of it. Either way he answers. I'll prove that he is wrong." We went to the old hermit and asked his question. The old man replied: "My boy, it's in your hand, it's what you choose. The sage was right And also of the life of the youth he could say, "My boy, it's in your hand. It's what you choose." And also to the girl it can be said. "Your life is in your hand. Its what you choose." God made us with power of choice, for only those who could choose heaven or reject it would be big enough to inherit it. Too bad to use the power God gave us that we might choose heaven and take our inheritance, and with this power choose against the Father and what he would give! Imagine the dove having perhaps of necessity, made her nest in a trash pile back of the old pottory. Under the pile are bugs and lizards and rats. As she broods upon her nest, the soot from the chimneys and the dust from the streets may settle upon her until she may appear to be a part of her surroundings and of a kind with the earth-bound sordid, and perhaps vicious creatures in the pile But the dove has wings She need Not become a part of her surroundings. She may be in the environment but not of it. She may step to the edge of her nest on occasion, cast herself into the air, and ascend into the blue, and the sun shining upon her soaring beauty may be reflected "in splendor. And the promise is to every one of us "Though we have lain among the pots, yet shall ye be as the wings of a dove covered with silver and her feathers with yellow gold." We have wings We may let them be forever unused. Still, is it not wonderful that we have wings? The Free Methodist. He was a business man in a southern city, head of a sizable sales organization. But on Sunday morning you found him at his place of privilege, teaching a large Sunday school class "of men. As a visitor, I sat in that Sunday school class. Presently a tall rather slim built man took his place quiety on the front row. The class was opened with announcements and prayer. Then he stood up. I shall never forget the radiance of his face and the opening statement he made. "Good morning men, I am glad to see you here. As you know. I live for this hour." The statement so impressed me that after the service that morning I asked the pastor who the teacher as He told me his business connections and that he was very much engaged six days of the week in his business enterprise. But, said he, "This man loves God and the church." He makes serving the Lord his first and primary business." I could understand now, why he had an eager waiting group of listoners in that Sunday school class. He was a busy business executive, but not too busy to "seek first the kingdom of God." —S. T. Ludwig. First Bride: "Yes, sir, I've got my husband where he eats- out of my hand." Second Bride: "Saves a lot of dish washing, doesn't it?' And that's that. FAMOUS LAST WORDS BY DR. LOO KOO MARKE ONE WAY TO SAVE LABOR By REV. TASCHEREAU ARNOLD Where it came from I do not know, but there is an ancient legend of an egotistical young man, who was jealous of the wisdom and high reputation of an old hermit of their village. So catching a live bird, he said, "Now I'll prove myself to be wiser than that old fool. I'll go to him with this bird in my hand and I'll say, "Is this bird alive or dead?" If he replies. "It's dead. I'll open my hand and let it fly away.. If he answers, Its alive, I'll close my hand and crush the life out of it. Either way he answers. I'll prove that he is wrong." We went to the old hermit and asked his question. The old man replied: "My boy, it's in your hand, it's what you choose. The sage was right And also of the life of the youth he could say, "My boy, it's in your hand. It's what you choose." And also to the girl it can be said. "Your life is in your hand. Its what you choose." God made us with power of choice, for only those who could choose heaven or reject it would be big enough to inherit it. Too bad to use the power God gave us that we might choose heaven and take our inheritance, and with this power choose against the Father and what he would give! Imagine the dove having perhaps of necessity, made her nest in a trash pile back of the old pottory. Under the pile are bugs and lizards and rats. As she broods upon her nest, the soot from the chimneys and the dust from the streets may settle upon her until she may appear to be a part of her surroundings and of a kind with the earth-bound sordid, and perhaps vicious creatures in the pile But the dove has wings She need Not become a part of her surroundings. She may be in the environment but not of it. She may step to the edge of her nest on occasion, cast herself into the air, and ascend into the blue, and the sun shining upon her soaring beauty may be reflected "in splendor. And the promise is to every one of us "Though we have lain among the pots, yet shall ye be as the wings of a dove covered with silver and her feathers with yellow gold." We have wings We may let them be forever unused. Still, is it not wonderful that we have wings? The Free Methodist. He was a business man in a southern city, head of a sizable sales organization. But on Sunday morning you found him at his place of privilege, teaching a large Sunday school class "of men. As a visitor, I sat in that Sunday school class. Presently a tall rather slim built man took his place quiety on the front row. The class was opened with announcements and prayer. Then he stood up. I shall never forget the radiance of his face and the opening statement he made. "Good morning men, I am glad to see you here. As you know. I live for this hour." The statement so impressed me that after the service that morning I asked the pastor who the teacher as He told me his business connections and that he was very much engaged six days of the week in his business enterprise. But, said he, "This man loves God and the church." He makes serving the Lord his first and primary business." I could understand now, why he had an eager waiting group of listoners in that Sunday school class. He was a busy business executive, but not too busy to "seek first the kingdom of God." —S. T. Ludwig. First Bride: "Yes, sir, I've got my husband where he eats- out of my hand." Second Bride: "Saves a lot of dish washing, doesn't it?' And that's that. Hughes, Poet Tours Colleges Langston Hughes, the celebrated poet, began his twelfth annual Negro History tour program when he recently opened at The State Teachers College in Fayetteville N. C. Mr. Hughes, who reads his poems present tour will carry him to the campuses of Johnson C. Smith, Bennett, Florida A. and M. College and Talladega. He has five engagements in Texas including Bishop, Butler, Fort Worth, San Antonio and Tillotson College at Austin. He will complete his tour early in March in Mississippi. Newbold Morris Building Staff For "Cleanup" Cleanup man Newbold Morris declared Friday he will need "not less than 200 persons" on the staff he is now recruiting for his drive against corruption in the Federal government. He described his probe as "the biggest assignment of its kind in government history," and added: "True, there have been numerous Congressional investigations. But I've got to investigate the whole government." Busy at his law office in Wall Street, after a return from Washington, Morris emphasized to International News Service that he is not recruiting his staff "from New York alone." "I'm trying to get top men from all over the country," he asserted. Pausing a moment, he said: "After I line up my staff I must get to work on a blueprint. You can't build a house without a blueprint. Before I start building up my investigation I must fit individuals into their proper positions." Morris disclosed that up to' the moment he has not selected anybody for his staff. He confirmed, however, that he offered the post of chief counsel of the investigating body to Virgil W. Peterson, operating director of the Chicago Crime Commission, but said Peterson has not yet accepted. Mr. Peterson is trying to make ap his mind," said Morris. "He is consulting with his associates." RECRUITING STAFF Cleanup man Newbold Morris declared Friday he will need "not less than 200 persons" on the staff he is now recruiting for his drive against corruption in the Federal government. He described his probe as "the biggest assignment of its kind in government history," and added: "True, there have been numerous Congressional investigations. But I've got to investigate the whole government." Busy at his law office in Wall Street, after a return from Washington, Morris emphasized to International News Service that he is not recruiting his staff "from New York alone." "I'm trying to get top men from all over the country," he asserted. Pausing a moment, he said: "After I line up my staff I must get to work on a blueprint. You can't build a house without a blueprint. Before I start building up my investigation I must fit individuals into their proper positions." Morris disclosed that up to' the moment he has not selected anybody for his staff. He confirmed, however, that he offered the post of chief counsel of the investigating body to Virgil W. Peterson, operating director of the Chicago Crime Commission, but said Peterson has not yet accepted. Mr. Peterson is trying to make ap his mind," said Morris. "He is consulting with his associates." Moore Killers TIM TYLER By Lyman Young FELIX THE CAT By Sullivan AWAIT CAGE WORLD SERIES— William (Pop) Gates, famous basketball player of the Harlem Globetrotters, reviews the route of the 1952.World Series of Basketball, played annually between the Globetrotters and College All-Americans, a team of the nations greatest campus stars. The Series starts- this year in New York's Madison Square Garden on. March 30th. The teams then tour the country, playing in major cities from coast to coast. Abe Saperstein, center, Globetrotter owner, and Clair Bee of Long Island University, who will coach the All-Americans, listen attentively as Gates shows them the route of the Series and recalls some of the thrills of last year's spectacular contests. West Pointer Honored In Special Ceremonies A Negro (plebe) fourth classman made history at the U. S. Military Academy at West Point last week during its momentous, historical anniversary celebrations. Cadets Lewis Cortez Olive, Jr., a native of Louisville, received the Commendation Ribbon with Medal Pendant at a formal decoration ceremony here before the assembled Corps of Cadets. The presentation to the Negro fourth classman was made by Maj. Gen. F. A. Irving, superintendent of the U. S. Military Academy. Cadet Olive received the award for meritorious achievement for risking his life in Syracuse. New York to enter a blazing house to rescue a small child who had been left behind. The cadet reentered the fire-ridden structure several times searching for possible victims until the intensity of the fire and smoke prevented further search of the structure. Cadet Olive's calm, quick and unselfish actions reflected credit on himself and the military service, according to the citation. Olive is a transfer from the University of California where he was enrolled prior to his entry at the Academy. After the presentation the West Point cadets marched in review under their commandant, Col. John Waters. N. J. Legislature Urges Action In Florida Terror The State of New Jersey this week became the first state to express official protest and to memorialize the President of the United States and the AttorneyGeneral to adopt measures to end mob violence and destruction of life and property in the State of Florida. In a concurrent resolution adopted by the New Jersey Senate and General Assembly, at the urging of the National Association for the Advancement of Colored People, the Congress of Industrial Organizations and other groups, the Florida terror was denounced as striking "at the very fundamentals of our constitutional rights and our system of democratic government." The N. J. legislature resolved "That His' Excellency Harry S. Truman, President of the United States of America, be memorialized and requested to as speedily as possible direct the proper Federal officials and agencies to investigate the situation in the State of Florida, and upon proper report of such investigation to direct the Attorney General of the United States to use every agency under his justice tion, including the Federal Bureau of Investigation, to bring to justice those responsible not only for the Actual commission of acts of lawlessness, to the end that this grow ing tide of violence and disregard of law may be checked and eradicated and that every citizen of the United States of America may, be accorded and guaranteed full constitutional protection of life, liberty and property." WANTS ACTION The State of New Jersey this week became the first state to express official protest and to memorialize the President of the United States and the AttorneyGeneral to adopt measures to end mob violence and destruction of life and property in the State of Florida. In a concurrent resolution adopted by the New Jersey Senate and General Assembly, at the urging of the National Association for the Advancement of Colored People, the Congress of Industrial Organizations and other groups, the Florida terror was denounced as striking "at the very fundamentals of our constitutional rights and our system of democratic government." The N. J. legislature resolved "That His' Excellency Harry S. Truman, President of the United States of America, be memorialized and requested to as speedily as possible direct the proper Federal officials and agencies to investigate the situation in the State of Florida, and upon proper report of such investigation to direct the Attorney General of the United States to use every agency under his justice tion, including the Federal Bureau of Investigation, to bring to justice those responsible not only for the Actual commission of acts of lawlessness, to the end that this grow ing tide of violence and disregard of law may be checked and eradicated and that every citizen of the United States of America may, be accorded and guaranteed full constitutional protection of life, liberty and property." Committee To Get Hearing On School Case A white attorney and eight other persons affiliated with the National Association for the Advancement of Colored People, will be given a hearing here Thursday, February 14 to answer charges of conspiracy in connection with the -organization's attempt to end racial segregation in the Cairo public schools. One of the warrants served on the nine arrested persons, charges that a girl was forced to enter the allwhite junior high school against her will. The other charges are "disturbance of conduct" at the Cairo high school. Those arrested and released on ban are Dr. Sam w, Madison, Dr. W A. Fingal, president of the Cairo branch of the NAACP, Miss Rosetta Walker, C. P. Williams, The Rev. Arthur L. Jelks, Attorney David V. Lanster, Miss June Shagaloff and Lester Bailey. The latter two are from Chicago, Ill. Byrnes Calls For Revolt In Year's National Election Advocating a Southern political revolution in this year's national election, Governor James F. Byrnes of South, Carolina, delivered a message before the joint session of the Georgia State legislature Wednesday. His voice rang throughout the legislative chamber over cheers from the solons that last week passed a bill to keep President Truman's name off the ballot in this year's Presidential election. Setting up the "fundamental principles of Democracy" as being against the enactment of legislation by the federal government to force equal opportunity for Negroes in the South, Byrnes stated, "We want to join with Democrats of all states in an effort to have the party return to its fundamental principles." "We know what caused the rejection of that cardinal principle "of the Democratic party," he said. "For some years there had been a migration of Negroes from Southem states to Northern states and particularly to the large cities of the north. As a rule those cities" were Democratic. "Beginning with the days of the depression, the Negroes left the Republican party to which they traditionally belonged. They were in need. The Democratic organizations controlled the distribution of relief. They grasped the opportunity to favor the Negroes who soon became active workers in the Democratic political machines of the big cities. "They voted in bloc. Several years ago their leaders demanded that Congress enact legislation enforcing the so called civil rights law and enact a Federal Fair Employment Practices Act. They realized that Congress regarded such legislation as solely within the jurisdiction of the states and therefore demanded that the Democratic party abandon the doctrine of the rights of states. "These Negro politicians were interested only in race problems They cared nothing about the effect of the abandonment of the principles of the independence of states would have upon our politi cal and economic problems. "These Negroes voting in bloc held the balance of power in 11 states including the states with the largest electorial votes. The big city bosses controlling the convention, faced with the threat of Negroes deserting the party bowed to the demands of these politicians, abandoned the fundamental principles of the party ad adopted a platform more socialistic than Democratic. "The Negro politicians of the North stood by their bargain. Experienced observers expressed the opinion that 90 per cent of the Negroes in the doutbful states, cast their votes for the national Democratic Party. They won." Closing the address with an ultimatum of revolt, the South Carolina Governor declared, "For the Democrats of the South this may be the last stand. We can lie sown and take it or stand up and fight; I hope we will stand up and fight." Crisis Features Senator Benton On Cloture Rule Senate Rule XXII which requires sixty-Four votes to cut off a filibuster, is "responsible for this country's greatest single handicap in our relations with the various races of the world," Senator William Benton (D., Conn.) says in his article, "Need for a Suitable Cloture Rule," in the February issue of the CRISIS, official organ of the National Association for the Advancement of Colored People. The article is a reprint of the Senator's closing statement before the Senate Committee on Rules and Administration to October. 1951. Noting that only two-thirds of a quorum (and not two-thirds of the entire Senate") is required for impeachment, expulsion, treaty ratifi cation, overriding a veto, and a proposal to amend the Constitution, Sen. Benton points cut that the only time the Constitution requires sixty-four votes in the Senate is when that body is called upon to elect a vice-president. He Insists that there is no basis for requiring sixty-four votes for a "mere procedural rule of the Senate." Subsection 3 to Rule XII, which "guarantees a filibuster against any proposed change in Senate rule designed to open the wav for the passage of civil rights legislation," provides a "stranglehold" aainst proposed rule changes the Senator says. CHURCH OFFICIAL IS GIVEN TOP POSITION The Rev. Ernest Lefever, former research assistant at Yale Divinity School, has been elected associate executive director of foe Department of International Justice and Goodwill of the National Council of Churches, it was announced today by Dr. Samuel McCrea Cavert, general secretary of the Council. A Church of the Brethern minister, Mr. Lefever was field secretary of World's Alliance of YMCA's from 1945-48, supervising welfare work among German prisoners of war in Europe. Subsequently he conducted two round-the-world tours for Educational Trips for Youth Argosy, Inc. For the past two years, Mr. Lefever has been a writer for a weekly radio program, "Religion at the News Desk," originating in New Haven, Conn. The program, called "a Protestant interpretation of national and world events," is written by a committee of students from Yale Divinity School and Yale Graduate School. A native of York, Pa., Mr. Lefever attended Elizabethtown College, Elizabethtown, Pa., Yale Divinity School and the Yale Graduate School. He was a delegate to the Oslo World Christian Youth Conference in 1947, a member of the Race Relations Department of the former Federal Council of Churches and a former member of the administrative committee of the United Christian Youth Movement. In 1947-48 he served as foreign correspondent from Germany for the Christian Century, undenominational religious Journal. The National Council of Churches' Department of International Justice and Goodwill, headed by Dr. Walter W. Vain Kirk, works in the field of international relations to achieve world order and justice. The Department is part of, the Council's Division of Christian life and Work. Longshoremen Protest Against Discrimination Once again Negro longshoremen, members of Local 968 International Longshoreman's Association, AFL, is protesting unfair treatment and discrimination. In a letter to Gov. Thomas Dewey last week, they requested his aid in ending what is said to be discrimination against the organization by top union officials and management. Officers of the local, in which the membership is almost exclusively Negro and the only one of its type in the port of New York, threatened id days ago to renew their 10-year fight for recognition by the union's international leaders. They accused the latter of seeking to 'freeze" them off the water front to prevent their members from working at local piers. The letter declares that 968 is the only local of the union in the port of New York that exercised no jurisdiction over waterfront piers. Its members, the letter states, have been allotted' "no place, neighborhood, or otherwise to work." At present, the membership of local 968 has increased to 500 men. Most of them are employed at the South Brooklyn docks, but some have been working in the New York area. However, the situation in Brooklyn is growing more critical. With the New York waterfront racket already under fire because, of its recent exposures, this sltuation, which is not new but is growing more serious is one the governor is asked to remedy since longshoremen's officials believe the New York fair employment regulations can be made to apply here. Can everyone see from that nervous, jittery look in your eye that yon are Differing "change-of-life" milsery? Sure, make-up may help some, yet it can't take the pain and nervousness out of yon eyes. But Cardui often does. 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