Memphis World Memphis World Publishing Co. 1951-08-17 Lewis O. Swingler MEMPHIS WORLD The South's Oldest and leading Colored Semi-Weekly Newspaper Published by MEMPHIS WORLD PUBLISHING CO. Every TUESDAY and FRIDAY at 164 BEALE—Phone,8-4030 Entered In the Post Office at Memphis, Tenn., as second-Clam mail under the Act of Congress, March 1, 1870 Member of SCOTT NEWSPAPER SYNDICATE W. A. Scott, II, Founder; C. A. Scott, General Manager LEWIS O. SWINGLER Editor A. G. SHIELDS, Jr. Advertising Manager The MEMPHIS WORLD is an independent newspaper—non sectarian and non-partisan, printing news unbiasedly and supporting those things it believes to the interest of its readers and opposing those things against the interest of its readers. SUBSCRIPTION RATES: Year $5.00—6 Months $3.00—3 Months $1.50 (In Advance) For any information concerning the distribution of THE WORLD, please contact one of route supervisors, particularly the one in your respecttive district. These Forced Confessions FROM THE BLACK-DISPATCH Governor Fielding Wright of Mississippi was reported astounded last week upon observing the tell-tale revelation that officers of Sunflower county had used cruel and unusual punishment upon four Negroes, forcing them to confess to a murder that never occurred. We in turn are astounded at the governor of a state where torture confessions are the rule rather than the exception, to find him so shocked at what has been exposed to view, he is intellectually dishonest and seeks to convey the idea that this is not representative of Mississippi justice. Here we have the case of a white man who suddenly disappears. As usual in Mississippi Negroes are the first sought when a crime has been committed, so a Sunflower county sheriff, together with a Chicago detective, arrest four Negroes guilty of nothing more than standing in the wrong place when these would-be sleuths start looking about. Being cowed and intimidated from birth by phite people, these Negroes did not talk up as sprightly as they should when arrested, so they are of course guilty. The third, fourth and fifth degree are given, them and in terror and agony they confess to a crime which is now exposed as having never happened. Robert McKinney, the man supposed to be dead, is later discovered well and hearty in East St. Louis, Ill., and after publishing the confessions of four Negroes and commending these white, officers for their ability in apprehending criminals, of course Governor Fielding Wright's face is red. We suspect, in order to rid the popular wave of rape hate, the governor had also issued a public statement which is now Embarrassing. In fact we suspect he now condemns what hat been exposed as a sort of personal face saving expedient. God on His throne will perhaps be the only one who will ever know the thousands of black men and women who have been tortured into false confessions, in Mississippi and the Southland. When the black man was the property of some plantation owner down South, prior to the civil war, it was difficult to get a black man hanged and still more difficult for any poor white to prove that the slave had mistreated him. That was in the days when to kill a black man meant some rich white lost something like $2500 or $3000. Not until the equity in the black man's, physical frame was transferred to the black man did mobs and other forms of legal disposing of black citizens develop. Mississippi is not the only state that wears this blame. Right, here in Oklahoma. W. D. Lyons, a Negro, is in the penitentiary, when at this moment there are not a half dozen people in McCurtain-county, including the parents of the whites killed, who believe that Lyons killed the folk he is charged with murdering. The state and county officials clubbed and, beat one Negro who would not confess. Then later they grabbed Lyons, who after extended torture confessed both in the jail at Hugo and later at McAlester that he committed this crime. What happens daily in Mississippi and occasionally in Oklahoma, has been happening all over the Southland for more than eighty years. We have not gotten to the place down in Dixie that we can accept a black man's word against that of a white. Why shades of Scottsboro! Governor Fielding Wright should take some time out and read Hodding Garter's "Winds of Fear" and he could identify through "Cancy Dodd" the typical law enforcement officer as pictured by Carter, as representative of practically all of the sheriffs and constables in Mississippi. Hodding Carter lives in. Mississippi and he ought to know. Carter tells his readers in this interesting novel that sheriffs in Mississippi are selected by white people based solely upon their viciousness towards Negroes, and irrespective of their otherwise unfitness. The exposure down in Mississippi should, however, be assessed for its real value and the social trend in which people have begun to think down that way. Ten years ago it would not have been necessary for Governor Fielding Wright to resign and back up on representative southern policy, but the fact he does back up in the open means he does so at the command, of a type of social morality that is rapidly growing down in that section. Justice will never come to the blacks down in Dixie until the day the South is willing to accept the word of a black man against a white and the day when torture is abandoned as a facility by which Negroes can be derailed from the truth and forced to confess just as white Americans have been recently forced to confess in Communist-dominated European countries to things having no basis in fact. Our experiences in Europe have recently proved that forced confessions are not something incident to color, and that when you torture a white man sufficiently he will react to agony and human misery just as do black men in the lower reaches of Mississippi. Allies Air Final Draft Of Japanese Peace Treaty The United States and Britian made, public a final draft of the proposed Japanese peace treaty in which Japan is firmly committed to a reparations program. No major changes were made in the final text from terms previously proposed. The treaty is to be signed at a peace conference opening in San Francisco on Sept. 4. Ambassador-at-Large John Foster Dulles, told a news conference that the numerous changes in language over earlier drafts were "chiefly technical and designed in meet specific problems raised by various allied countries." He added that two changes were "appreciable." One deals with missing Japanese prisoners of war, the other with the demand by Asiatic countries for a stronger reparations clause. Included in the final text is a new paragraph calling for all sisnnatories to recognize the Potsdam proclamation terms covering the return of Japanese military forces to the extent not already, completed." It was under the Potsdam Prorecently opened an inquiry into the whereabouts of 350.000 Japanese who never have been returned to their homes by Russia. The treaty spells, out Me firmly, than in any previous draft that Japan "should pay reparations (for damages) caused by it during Asiatic countries with a view to the war." It provides that Japan must enter into negotiations with making some restitution for damages. THE HEALTH FORUM WORLD By R. EARL BLAND, M. D. Leakage of the heart is now amenable to surgery. This doss not apply to all types, but chiefly to one of the most offenders, Mitral stenosis. In this disorder there is narrowing of the valve that separates the auricle and ventricle on the left side of the pumping apparatus. It has become thickened and scarred because of a bout of rheumatic fever years previously. Now and then the opening is so small that the heart has difficulty pushing the blood through. There is back flow into the lungs and the victim becomes short of breath and fatigued and occasional coughs up blood. When the heart no longer is able to stand the strain, dropsy ensues that requires the use of digitalis, the elimination of salt from the diet, and drugs that encourage the kidneys to increase their output. Although the operation is considered new, it is the cumulative work on many, years of research. Ultimately the present technique came into being and for this, the medical profession gives credit to Dr. Robert C. Glover of Philadelphia, a chest surgeon. He devised a method in which a knife is fastened to the index fincer and inserted into the opening in the left auricle. A silt-like incision is made through the narrow opening. This permits the valve to close and open in a somewhat normal manner. In 1948 the operation was performed on five patients desperately ill. Three died but the two others so well that Dr. Glover was determined to go on. The next year he had 21 cases with three deaths and in 1950, there were 89 cases with 6 deaths. Altogether 200. patients have been operated upon with an over-mortality of fewer than 11 per cent. More than this number would have died from the defect without operation. Many of his patients were dropsical when they entered the hospital. One young woman was so breathless she could not leave her room, eight days later she was out of the hospital and could walk up and down the street. A coal miner had been incapaciated for years. After the operation he returned to his former occupation and despite advice to the contrary, made a dally trip of 300 feet into, and out of the mine, climbing up and down a ladder. Patients still are bothered with shortness of breath, but none has coughed up blood since undergoing surgery and the majority can lie flat in bed without breathing difficulties. Many have discontinued the use of digitalis and low salt diet. For more satisfactory results the procedure is recommended shortly after the appearance of shortness of breath and weakness F. C. Writes: Is moderate smokins harmful to a parson with stomach ulcers? Reply: This is a moot question, but we can say definitely that smoking will not do the ulcer any good. To my knowledge, no one has proved that moderate smoking has ever produced or aggravated peptic ulcer. P. R. Writes; Is there any cure for fungus infection of the lungs? Reply. Yes, depending upon the type of fugus responsible. Dr. Bland will answer questions relative to health and hygiene in this column and by mail. He will not make diagnosis or prescribe for individuals. Inclose stamped, self addressed envelop and address: R. Earl Bland M. D. The World Health Forum Scott News Syndicate 164 Beale Avenue Memphis, Tennessee SMOKING AND ULCERS By R. EARL BLAND, M. D. Leakage of the heart is now amenable to surgery. This doss not apply to all types, but chiefly to one of the most offenders, Mitral stenosis. In this disorder there is narrowing of the valve that separates the auricle and ventricle on the left side of the pumping apparatus. It has become thickened and scarred because of a bout of rheumatic fever years previously. Now and then the opening is so small that the heart has difficulty pushing the blood through. There is back flow into the lungs and the victim becomes short of breath and fatigued and occasional coughs up blood. When the heart no longer is able to stand the strain, dropsy ensues that requires the use of digitalis, the elimination of salt from the diet, and drugs that encourage the kidneys to increase their output. Although the operation is considered new, it is the cumulative work on many, years of research. Ultimately the present technique came into being and for this, the medical profession gives credit to Dr. Robert C. Glover of Philadelphia, a chest surgeon. He devised a method in which a knife is fastened to the index fincer and inserted into the opening in the left auricle. A silt-like incision is made through the narrow opening. This permits the valve to close and open in a somewhat normal manner. In 1948 the operation was performed on five patients desperately ill. Three died but the two others so well that Dr. Glover was determined to go on. The next year he had 21 cases with three deaths and in 1950, there were 89 cases with 6 deaths. Altogether 200. patients have been operated upon with an over-mortality of fewer than 11 per cent. More than this number would have died from the defect without operation. Many of his patients were dropsical when they entered the hospital. One young woman was so breathless she could not leave her room, eight days later she was out of the hospital and could walk up and down the street. A coal miner had been incapaciated for years. After the operation he returned to his former occupation and despite advice to the contrary, made a dally trip of 300 feet into, and out of the mine, climbing up and down a ladder. Patients still are bothered with shortness of breath, but none has coughed up blood since undergoing surgery and the majority can lie flat in bed without breathing difficulties. Many have discontinued the use of digitalis and low salt diet. For more satisfactory results the procedure is recommended shortly after the appearance of shortness of breath and weakness F. C. Writes: Is moderate smokins harmful to a parson with stomach ulcers? Reply: This is a moot question, but we can say definitely that smoking will not do the ulcer any good. To my knowledge, no one has proved that moderate smoking has ever produced or aggravated peptic ulcer. P. R. Writes; Is there any cure for fungus infection of the lungs? Reply. Yes, depending upon the type of fugus responsible. Dr. Bland will answer questions relative to health and hygiene in this column and by mail. He will not make diagnosis or prescribe for individuals. Inclose stamped, self addressed envelop and address: R. Earl Bland M. D. The World Health Forum Scott News Syndicate 164 Beale Avenue Memphis, Tennessee LUNG INFECTION By R. EARL BLAND, M. D. Leakage of the heart is now amenable to surgery. This doss not apply to all types, but chiefly to one of the most offenders, Mitral stenosis. In this disorder there is narrowing of the valve that separates the auricle and ventricle on the left side of the pumping apparatus. It has become thickened and scarred because of a bout of rheumatic fever years previously. Now and then the opening is so small that the heart has difficulty pushing the blood through. There is back flow into the lungs and the victim becomes short of breath and fatigued and occasional coughs up blood. When the heart no longer is able to stand the strain, dropsy ensues that requires the use of digitalis, the elimination of salt from the diet, and drugs that encourage the kidneys to increase their output. Although the operation is considered new, it is the cumulative work on many, years of research. Ultimately the present technique came into being and for this, the medical profession gives credit to Dr. Robert C. Glover of Philadelphia, a chest surgeon. He devised a method in which a knife is fastened to the index fincer and inserted into the opening in the left auricle. A silt-like incision is made through the narrow opening. This permits the valve to close and open in a somewhat normal manner. In 1948 the operation was performed on five patients desperately ill. Three died but the two others so well that Dr. Glover was determined to go on. The next year he had 21 cases with three deaths and in 1950, there were 89 cases with 6 deaths. Altogether 200. patients have been operated upon with an over-mortality of fewer than 11 per cent. More than this number would have died from the defect without operation. Many of his patients were dropsical when they entered the hospital. One young woman was so breathless she could not leave her room, eight days later she was out of the hospital and could walk up and down the street. A coal miner had been incapaciated for years. After the operation he returned to his former occupation and despite advice to the contrary, made a dally trip of 300 feet into, and out of the mine, climbing up and down a ladder. Patients still are bothered with shortness of breath, but none has coughed up blood since undergoing surgery and the majority can lie flat in bed without breathing difficulties. Many have discontinued the use of digitalis and low salt diet. For more satisfactory results the procedure is recommended shortly after the appearance of shortness of breath and weakness F. C. Writes: Is moderate smokins harmful to a parson with stomach ulcers? Reply: This is a moot question, but we can say definitely that smoking will not do the ulcer any good. To my knowledge, no one has proved that moderate smoking has ever produced or aggravated peptic ulcer. P. R. Writes; Is there any cure for fungus infection of the lungs? Reply. Yes, depending upon the type of fugus responsible. Dr. Bland will answer questions relative to health and hygiene in this column and by mail. He will not make diagnosis or prescribe for individuals. Inclose stamped, self addressed envelop and address: R. Earl Bland M. D. The World Health Forum Scott News Syndicate 164 Beale Avenue Memphis, Tennessee KILL 'EM WITH KINDNESS Detective Mack McCann is asking disc Frazier Farwell about a warning the after had for playboy Ronnie rompkins when shot out They and the marrying millionaire dead. McCann calls police out before they arrive pretty Chary Jones dirde No comes to the house McCann arranges to meet her later, urges "Keep going!" CHARY JONES whirled. He and a flash or nice legs and well shaped ankles above sling-back sandal he flicked down me brownstone steps and disappeared westward toward Fifth Avenue and Central Park. The siren tailed the night now and the leading headlights stabbed around the corner. McGann closed the door quickly and stepped back. A moment ago, he had been congratulating himself upon the eminently fair way in which he had Dandled matters. He had touched nothing, interfered not at all and promptly had notified New York police that they had a terrific murder on their hands. Now at the very last instant, McGann had tampered with the natural course or events He had advised Chary Jones to keep moving. Why? Half-regretfully, no hoped that it was because he did not wish to stand idly by and see a nice girl blunder into a top role in a murder investigation. Which was exactly what would have happened had he allowed her to step inside. Yes, that was why he had told Miss Jones to hit the road and not for Dome, either. They'd look for her there in a hurry. He'd wanted to give her a chance to Keep her pretty little nose clean ... he wanted to talk to bet before anybody else did. It was not, he assured himself, so that he could enjoy one bit of information the investigating officers would not know. Certainly not. A charge as false as it was malicious... The front door practically lumped into the hallway under the crash of official fists. McGann took a deep breath. "J. Edgar Hoover be with me," be said, and opened it. Deputy Chief inspector Comedus Patriot O'Callahan peered out from beneath jutting brows that were like white cotton tufts pasted on a clock of pink wood. He drummed with heavy square fingers on the desk of to late Ronnie Tompkins. The deceased." he asked McGann again, "mentioned no games?" "No names inspector." McGann said for the seventh time. He heard the clock in the front hall chime the half hour and be looked at his watch—9:30. For almost three hours, this had been going on. O'Callahan and his men had clamped a steel grip on the Tompkins residence within minutes of their arrival. Men had deployed everywhere with remarkable speed. Already, one had struck his head smartly on a basement girder, and a colleague had twisted his ankle on the root. But these minor mishaps detracted not a bit from b smooth display of efficiency. The official police photographers had photographed the body from at least, nine different angles. Fingerprint men had dusted every conceivable adjoining art gallery, One had picked up the pistol near the open window by inserting a thin steel into tee barrel, not touching the weapon itself with his hands, he had snared the ejected shell in the same way. They had gone to the ballistics department. Only a large irregular stain now showed where the body of Ronald Tompkins had lain. The assistant medical examiner, a dark little man with gold-rimmed spectacles, had pronounced Tompkins dead of a bullet wound in the back. The gun had been held rather close, he said moodily, pointing to the powder burns on the clothing. Then he had supervisee the removal of the remains to Bellevue morgue where It was at mat moment being posted. The flashbulbs of the newspaper photographers outside had gone off in a dazzling chain reaction when the stretcher was carried to the dead wagon. O'Callahan's heavy fingers paused in mid-air. He withdrew his steely blue gaze from McGann. wiped it across the drapes and used it neatly to impale Frazier Farwell, who jumped. The radio man now was wearing fawn-colored slacks, a soft shirt and a plaid sport coat which accentuated the putty-tike color of his skin. "And all you know, Mr. Farwell, is that Solly Spanish asked you about the layout of this house and whether Mr. Tompkins had said when he would go south?" Farwell nodded unhappily. "1—1 Just thought I ought to tell Ronnie," he croaked. "He was always decent to me." The inspector's voice was edged. "You're sure. Mr. Farwell, that you didn't let your imagination get the better of you—so that Tompkins. might feel obligated and react accordingly?" A dun flush crept up above the collar of the sports shirt. But if Farwell had considered a sharp answer, he seemingly thought better of It He said, "No." O'Callahan signed thoughtfully: the cottony eyebrows drew together. "Ail right," he said. "Both of you can go. And let me give a word of warning." He gave considerably more than a word. He began by acknowledging the Splendid record of Mr. McGann in the Washington service with which he was personally familiar. He touched upon the straightforward account of affairs that they had given. He mentioned that he would be truly grieved if through carelessness they exposed themselves to the murdered of Tompkins, and thereby increased the work of the department. In conclusion, he would like to see them at the inquest set for the following day. Meanwhile, they were to discuss the case with no one And, oh yes—one more point. Any boarding or fast trains, speedy ocean liners or transcontinental planes would be viewed with the deepest suspicion and alarm. "I wouldn't want to have to lock you up in the Tombs as material witnesses," He said in a voice which indicated that he would tike nothing better. Then he rose. "I'll Bee you to the door." His broad back preceded them down the Hallway, how brightly lighted by a strong bulb dug up by a patrolman in the storage room. The inspector opened the door and an equally broad back in blue moved aside on the front stoop, instantly, half a dozen flashbulbs went off. Several men and women, who had been sitting on the front steps. jumped up and moved toward the door. Leading was an elderly man in a derby and a dusty coat. "How about it inspector?" he said testily. "I've got a deadline in half an hour." The inspector glared sourly at the ladles and gentlemen of the press. "I'll have a statement in five minutes," he said. One of the girls said. "Nuts." A dark young man with sharp features beneath a crumpled fedora shoved his face forward "We want a look around inside." he said. "Our photographers want some inside shots. We haven't—" McGann stepped back so that they would not see him. Farwell. too, remained in the shadows "Five minutes," inspector O'Callahan promised. He moved back and closed the door. "You can't go out mat way." In the end, they went down the back fire-escape to the courtyard. McGann noticed how quickly and quietly the from extension went up They passed through the next-door service hall to the front McGann looked closely but saw nothing. He and Farwell walked rapidly west toward the park, heads down, ats pulled low over their eyes. At Fifth Avenue, they stopped Farwell seemed to have developed a slight tremor that moved in waves from his head to his toes "Going south?" the radio man asked. "I've just pot time to get to my hotel and lasso my nerves way I feel now no record would be safe with me." He held out a quivering which McGann found alarmingly cold. The detective shook it and said reassuringly. "You'll be all right. If you find time, play a little early Lombardo for me." Farwell grinned weakly. But the request seemed to buck mm up. "Glad to," be said. He waved wildly at a southbound cab which Stopped suddenly. "Go ahead," McGann said. "I'm walking a bit." Farwell darted across the street, and the cab door slammed behind him. The cab had hardly pulled away before the detective noticed a dark car without markings swing around the corner, and glide after it. Two men sat stolidly in the front seal, their eyes on the can The detective smiled grimly. There was nothing, He thought like the trust of a forthright character such as Deputy Inspector C. P. O'Caltahan. "Twas a thing to warm the hardest heart, and sure wouldn't make you worship, the ground they'd throw in his face some day. He wondered how many men were tailing him. Probably two at least. They'd sit in the car unless he clucked into a subway and then one would nave to hit the pavement." The other would hang around a while, then go back to headquarters and wait for contact to be re-established. McGann walked south. The night air was clean and cool From the corner of his eye, he saw another car pull around into Fifth and slide to the curb across the street. Shadow the shadow, he thought. He glanced at, his wrist-watch, as he passed under a street light. If was 9:50 The Fifty-Ninth Street plaza was just three blocks away and he had ten minutes. The way Chary Jones Had looked at him, he could have fifty years. Still, she might show up. And certainly he wanted to talk to her alone. Before O'Callahan or any of his lieutenants got there. She might know something important without even realizing it. Had Tompkins really loved her? Had he confided anything to her? Had she loved him? Copyright by Well Publishing Co. Distributed by King Features Syndicate. SYNOPSIS Detective Mack McCann is asking disc Frazier Farwell about a warning the after had for playboy Ronnie rompkins when shot out They and the marrying millionaire dead. McCann calls police out before they arrive pretty Chary Jones dirde No comes to the house McCann arranges to meet her later, urges "Keep going!" CHARY JONES whirled. He and a flash or nice legs and well shaped ankles above sling-back sandal he flicked down me brownstone steps and disappeared westward toward Fifth Avenue and Central Park. The siren tailed the night now and the leading headlights stabbed around the corner. McGann closed the door quickly and stepped back. A moment ago, he had been congratulating himself upon the eminently fair way in which he had Dandled matters. He had touched nothing, interfered not at all and promptly had notified New York police that they had a terrific murder on their hands. Now at the very last instant, McGann had tampered with the natural course or events He had advised Chary Jones to keep moving. Why? Half-regretfully, no hoped that it was because he did not wish to stand idly by and see a nice girl blunder into a top role in a murder investigation. Which was exactly what would have happened had he allowed her to step inside. Yes, that was why he had told Miss Jones to hit the road and not for Dome, either. They'd look for her there in a hurry. He'd wanted to give her a chance to Keep her pretty little nose clean ... he wanted to talk to bet before anybody else did. It was not, he assured himself, so that he could enjoy one bit of information the investigating officers would not know. Certainly not. A charge as false as it was malicious... The front door practically lumped into the hallway under the crash of official fists. McGann took a deep breath. "J. Edgar Hoover be with me," be said, and opened it. Deputy Chief inspector Comedus Patriot O'Callahan peered out from beneath jutting brows that were like white cotton tufts pasted on a clock of pink wood. He drummed with heavy square fingers on the desk of to late Ronnie Tompkins. The deceased." he asked McGann again, "mentioned no games?" "No names inspector." McGann said for the seventh time. He heard the clock in the front hall chime the half hour and be looked at his watch—9:30. For almost three hours, this had been going on. O'Callahan and his men had clamped a steel grip on the Tompkins residence within minutes of their arrival. Men had deployed everywhere with remarkable speed. Already, one had struck his head smartly on a basement girder, and a colleague had twisted his ankle on the root. But these minor mishaps detracted not a bit from b smooth display of efficiency. The official police photographers had photographed the body from at least, nine different angles. Fingerprint men had dusted every conceivable adjoining art gallery, One had picked up the pistol near the open window by inserting a thin steel into tee barrel, not touching the weapon itself with his hands, he had snared the ejected shell in the same way. They had gone to the ballistics department. Only a large irregular stain now showed where the body of Ronald Tompkins had lain. The assistant medical examiner, a dark little man with gold-rimmed spectacles, had pronounced Tompkins dead of a bullet wound in the back. The gun had been held rather close, he said moodily, pointing to the powder burns on the clothing. Then he had supervisee the removal of the remains to Bellevue morgue where It was at mat moment being posted. The flashbulbs of the newspaper photographers outside had gone off in a dazzling chain reaction when the stretcher was carried to the dead wagon. O'Callahan's heavy fingers paused in mid-air. He withdrew his steely blue gaze from McGann. wiped it across the drapes and used it neatly to impale Frazier Farwell, who jumped. The radio man now was wearing fawn-colored slacks, a soft shirt and a plaid sport coat which accentuated the putty-tike color of his skin. "And all you know, Mr. Farwell, is that Solly Spanish asked you about the layout of this house and whether Mr. Tompkins had said when he would go south?" Farwell nodded unhappily. "1—1 Just thought I ought to tell Ronnie," he croaked. "He was always decent to me." The inspector's voice was edged. "You're sure. Mr. Farwell, that you didn't let your imagination get the better of you—so that Tompkins. might feel obligated and react accordingly?" A dun flush crept up above the collar of the sports shirt. But if Farwell had considered a sharp answer, he seemingly thought better of It He said, "No." O'Callahan signed thoughtfully: the cottony eyebrows drew together. "Ail right," he said. "Both of you can go. And let me give a word of warning." He gave considerably more than a word. He began by acknowledging the Splendid record of Mr. McGann in the Washington service with which he was personally familiar. He touched upon the straightforward account of affairs that they had given. He mentioned that he would be truly grieved if through carelessness they exposed themselves to the murdered of Tompkins, and thereby increased the work of the department. In conclusion, he would like to see them at the inquest set for the following day. Meanwhile, they were to discuss the case with no one And, oh yes—one more point. Any boarding or fast trains, speedy ocean liners or transcontinental planes would be viewed with the deepest suspicion and alarm. "I wouldn't want to have to lock you up in the Tombs as material witnesses," He said in a voice which indicated that he would tike nothing better. Then he rose. "I'll Bee you to the door." His broad back preceded them down the Hallway, how brightly lighted by a strong bulb dug up by a patrolman in the storage room. The inspector opened the door and an equally broad back in blue moved aside on the front stoop, instantly, half a dozen flashbulbs went off. Several men and women, who had been sitting on the front steps. jumped up and moved toward the door. Leading was an elderly man in a derby and a dusty coat. "How about it inspector?" he said testily. "I've got a deadline in half an hour." The inspector glared sourly at the ladles and gentlemen of the press. "I'll have a statement in five minutes," he said. One of the girls said. "Nuts." A dark young man with sharp features beneath a crumpled fedora shoved his face forward "We want a look around inside." he said. "Our photographers want some inside shots. We haven't—" McGann stepped back so that they would not see him. Farwell. too, remained in the shadows "Five minutes," inspector O'Callahan promised. He moved back and closed the door. "You can't go out mat way." In the end, they went down the back fire-escape to the courtyard. McGann noticed how quickly and quietly the from extension went up They passed through the next-door service hall to the front McGann looked closely but saw nothing. He and Farwell walked rapidly west toward the park, heads down, ats pulled low over their eyes. At Fifth Avenue, they stopped Farwell seemed to have developed a slight tremor that moved in waves from his head to his toes "Going south?" the radio man asked. "I've just pot time to get to my hotel and lasso my nerves way I feel now no record would be safe with me." He held out a quivering which McGann found alarmingly cold. The detective shook it and said reassuringly. "You'll be all right. If you find time, play a little early Lombardo for me." Farwell grinned weakly. But the request seemed to buck mm up. "Glad to," be said. He waved wildly at a southbound cab which Stopped suddenly. "Go ahead," McGann said. "I'm walking a bit." Farwell darted across the street, and the cab door slammed behind him. The cab had hardly pulled away before the detective noticed a dark car without markings swing around the corner, and glide after it. Two men sat stolidly in the front seal, their eyes on the can The detective smiled grimly. There was nothing, He thought like the trust of a forthright character such as Deputy Inspector C. P. O'Caltahan. "Twas a thing to warm the hardest heart, and sure wouldn't make you worship, the ground they'd throw in his face some day. He wondered how many men were tailing him. Probably two at least. They'd sit in the car unless he clucked into a subway and then one would nave to hit the pavement." The other would hang around a while, then go back to headquarters and wait for contact to be re-established. McGann walked south. The night air was clean and cool From the corner of his eye, he saw another car pull around into Fifth and slide to the curb across the street. Shadow the shadow, he thought. He glanced at, his wrist-watch, as he passed under a street light. If was 9:50 The Fifty-Ninth Street plaza was just three blocks away and he had ten minutes. The way Chary Jones Had looked at him, he could have fifty years. Still, she might show up. And certainly he wanted to talk to her alone. Before O'Callahan or any of his lieutenants got there. She might know something important without even realizing it. Had Tompkins really loved her? Had he confided anything to her? Had she loved him? Copyright by Well Publishing Co. Distributed by King Features Syndicate. CHAPTER FIVE Detective Mack McCann is asking disc Frazier Farwell about a warning the after had for playboy Ronnie rompkins when shot out They and the marrying millionaire dead. McCann calls police out before they arrive pretty Chary Jones dirde No comes to the house McCann arranges to meet her later, urges "Keep going!" CHARY JONES whirled. He and a flash or nice legs and well shaped ankles above sling-back sandal he flicked down me brownstone steps and disappeared westward toward Fifth Avenue and Central Park. The siren tailed the night now and the leading headlights stabbed around the corner. McGann closed the door quickly and stepped back. A moment ago, he had been congratulating himself upon the eminently fair way in which he had Dandled matters. He had touched nothing, interfered not at all and promptly had notified New York police that they had a terrific murder on their hands. Now at the very last instant, McGann had tampered with the natural course or events He had advised Chary Jones to keep moving. Why? Half-regretfully, no hoped that it was because he did not wish to stand idly by and see a nice girl blunder into a top role in a murder investigation. Which was exactly what would have happened had he allowed her to step inside. Yes, that was why he had told Miss Jones to hit the road and not for Dome, either. They'd look for her there in a hurry. He'd wanted to give her a chance to Keep her pretty little nose clean ... he wanted to talk to bet before anybody else did. It was not, he assured himself, so that he could enjoy one bit of information the investigating officers would not know. Certainly not. A charge as false as it was malicious... The front door practically lumped into the hallway under the crash of official fists. McGann took a deep breath. "J. Edgar Hoover be with me," be said, and opened it. Deputy Chief inspector Comedus Patriot O'Callahan peered out from beneath jutting brows that were like white cotton tufts pasted on a clock of pink wood. He drummed with heavy square fingers on the desk of to late Ronnie Tompkins. The deceased." he asked McGann again, "mentioned no games?" "No names inspector." McGann said for the seventh time. He heard the clock in the front hall chime the half hour and be looked at his watch—9:30. For almost three hours, this had been going on. O'Callahan and his men had clamped a steel grip on the Tompkins residence within minutes of their arrival. Men had deployed everywhere with remarkable speed. Already, one had struck his head smartly on a basement girder, and a colleague had twisted his ankle on the root. But these minor mishaps detracted not a bit from b smooth display of efficiency. The official police photographers had photographed the body from at least, nine different angles. Fingerprint men had dusted every conceivable adjoining art gallery, One had picked up the pistol near the open window by inserting a thin steel into tee barrel, not touching the weapon itself with his hands, he had snared the ejected shell in the same way. They had gone to the ballistics department. Only a large irregular stain now showed where the body of Ronald Tompkins had lain. The assistant medical examiner, a dark little man with gold-rimmed spectacles, had pronounced Tompkins dead of a bullet wound in the back. The gun had been held rather close, he said moodily, pointing to the powder burns on the clothing. Then he had supervisee the removal of the remains to Bellevue morgue where It was at mat moment being posted. The flashbulbs of the newspaper photographers outside had gone off in a dazzling chain reaction when the stretcher was carried to the dead wagon. O'Callahan's heavy fingers paused in mid-air. He withdrew his steely blue gaze from McGann. wiped it across the drapes and used it neatly to impale Frazier Farwell, who jumped. The radio man now was wearing fawn-colored slacks, a soft shirt and a plaid sport coat which accentuated the putty-tike color of his skin. "And all you know, Mr. Farwell, is that Solly Spanish asked you about the layout of this house and whether Mr. Tompkins had said when he would go south?" Farwell nodded unhappily. "1—1 Just thought I ought to tell Ronnie," he croaked. "He was always decent to me." The inspector's voice was edged. "You're sure. Mr. Farwell, that you didn't let your imagination get the better of you—so that Tompkins. might feel obligated and react accordingly?" A dun flush crept up above the collar of the sports shirt. But if Farwell had considered a sharp answer, he seemingly thought better of It He said, "No." O'Callahan signed thoughtfully: the cottony eyebrows drew together. "Ail right," he said. "Both of you can go. And let me give a word of warning." He gave considerably more than a word. He began by acknowledging the Splendid record of Mr. McGann in the Washington service with which he was personally familiar. He touched upon the straightforward account of affairs that they had given. He mentioned that he would be truly grieved if through carelessness they exposed themselves to the murdered of Tompkins, and thereby increased the work of the department. In conclusion, he would like to see them at the inquest set for the following day. Meanwhile, they were to discuss the case with no one And, oh yes—one more point. Any boarding or fast trains, speedy ocean liners or transcontinental planes would be viewed with the deepest suspicion and alarm. "I wouldn't want to have to lock you up in the Tombs as material witnesses," He said in a voice which indicated that he would tike nothing better. Then he rose. "I'll Bee you to the door." His broad back preceded them down the Hallway, how brightly lighted by a strong bulb dug up by a patrolman in the storage room. The inspector opened the door and an equally broad back in blue moved aside on the front stoop, instantly, half a dozen flashbulbs went off. Several men and women, who had been sitting on the front steps. jumped up and moved toward the door. Leading was an elderly man in a derby and a dusty coat. "How about it inspector?" he said testily. "I've got a deadline in half an hour." The inspector glared sourly at the ladles and gentlemen of the press. "I'll have a statement in five minutes," he said. One of the girls said. "Nuts." A dark young man with sharp features beneath a crumpled fedora shoved his face forward "We want a look around inside." he said. "Our photographers want some inside shots. We haven't—" McGann stepped back so that they would not see him. Farwell. too, remained in the shadows "Five minutes," inspector O'Callahan promised. He moved back and closed the door. "You can't go out mat way." In the end, they went down the back fire-escape to the courtyard. McGann noticed how quickly and quietly the from extension went up They passed through the next-door service hall to the front McGann looked closely but saw nothing. He and Farwell walked rapidly west toward the park, heads down, ats pulled low over their eyes. At Fifth Avenue, they stopped Farwell seemed to have developed a slight tremor that moved in waves from his head to his toes "Going south?" the radio man asked. "I've just pot time to get to my hotel and lasso my nerves way I feel now no record would be safe with me." He held out a quivering which McGann found alarmingly cold. The detective shook it and said reassuringly. "You'll be all right. If you find time, play a little early Lombardo for me." Farwell grinned weakly. But the request seemed to buck mm up. "Glad to," be said. He waved wildly at a southbound cab which Stopped suddenly. "Go ahead," McGann said. "I'm walking a bit." Farwell darted across the street, and the cab door slammed behind him. The cab had hardly pulled away before the detective noticed a dark car without markings swing around the corner, and glide after it. Two men sat stolidly in the front seal, their eyes on the can The detective smiled grimly. There was nothing, He thought like the trust of a forthright character such as Deputy Inspector C. P. O'Caltahan. "Twas a thing to warm the hardest heart, and sure wouldn't make you worship, the ground they'd throw in his face some day. He wondered how many men were tailing him. Probably two at least. They'd sit in the car unless he clucked into a subway and then one would nave to hit the pavement." The other would hang around a while, then go back to headquarters and wait for contact to be re-established. McGann walked south. The night air was clean and cool From the corner of his eye, he saw another car pull around into Fifth and slide to the curb across the street. Shadow the shadow, he thought. He glanced at, his wrist-watch, as he passed under a street light. If was 9:50 The Fifty-Ninth Street plaza was just three blocks away and he had ten minutes. The way Chary Jones Had looked at him, he could have fifty years. Still, she might show up. And certainly he wanted to talk to her alone. Before O'Callahan or any of his lieutenants got there. She might know something important without even realizing it. Had Tompkins really loved her? Had he confided anything to her? Had she loved him? Copyright by Well Publishing Co. Distributed by King Features Syndicate. HEADLINES & BYLINES BY SILAS P. WASHINGTON "We face, though, in different forms, the problems that have existed since times beginning— the problems of morals, of manners, of government and religion." James Hilton in THIS WEEK, August 5, 1951. In view of Sen. Kefauver's passages from CRIME IN AMERICA, Inez Robbs' article, "Creed in Athletics School Be Expected," obvious laxness in Washington and the life, it should be clear to even the casual observer that the above lines are very appropriate. An interesting phase of this is that none of us want to be bothered and that we want the easy and pleasant way out. Probably It am as bad in this respect as anyone else. However, we should keep in mind the doctrine of compensation. We pay in one way or another for everything, and there is no escape from this principle. Even, though we do not like these difficulties we cannot help but suspect that they are inevitable. As I recall my studies of the lives of great men, I see very plainly that all of them had their difficulties in their, days. Careers of such men as Moses, Columbus, Washington, Lincoln, Booker T. Washington and the like show that they encouraged their difficult problems throughout their lives. Such illustrations would seem to indicate the universality of difficult problems. On the other hand, problemsrather the recognition of suchstimulate us to think and to do our best. Men do not spontaneously think without being prodded. It is the perception of difficulties that spurs us on. Also these difficulties show unmistakably that something is wrong and that rectification is in order. For example, a man in the street only a very few people- preachers included- who live by the spirit as well as the letter of the "Ten Commandments." That is a terrible indictment; and yet, I suspect that tell right. In addition, another man told me that everyone - himself included, is looking to governnent to help him "make" an easy living. If these men are right (and I believe they are) can you wonder that we have these problems? In consequence of these attitudes, my belief is that we cannot look for anything but such problems. In fact, I believe that they are largely of our making. If that is true, we ourselves are to be blamed, and we ourselves will have to atone for them. MART OF THOUGHT One day last week as things will happen in the course of human events a relative of mine, became ill and the car was being used to take her home from the hospital so leaving the office I walked around to the Yellow Bus station to ride a bus out to Brown. Sugar Hill. The Yellow bus routes stem many directions into the county and there at the corner of Union and Third, I saw this jim-crow business at its worst. Amid the feverish activity I noticed that there were two lines of passengers spearheaded from the door of each bus; one white and the other Negro. The Barretville bus, the one that passes my door, had about twenty-five Negroes and twenty whites in the lines. When the driver opened the door the white passengers began to board and not until they were all seated was a single Negro allowed to get on. I might add that the Negroes paid full fare too. There were five seats left for the colored passengers and the rest were standing when the bus left the station. Of course by that time I had decided either to cross the street and ride a Greyhound or spend the night in the city. Turning to an elderly gentleman who stood nearby I asked if that was the usual procedure and he said yes, although it was not always so. He explained that when the route was first started several years ago the first passengers formed a line and those coming later stood behind them but– the Negroes started to form a line of their own and so it happened. As I walked back to the car line I kept thinking how we segregate ourselves in so many ways, unwittingly perhaps but true. Look around you the next time you are waiting for a trolley and see that every colored person who walks up to the stop will automatically stand beside another one. The only thing necessary is to stand within the loading zone. There are times when it is a contribution to the deplorable situation we would like to see changed. If the Negroes would refuse to ride the busses they can board only after the whites have taken the seats when they were there first, some changes would be made because the business needs the reveune. Preview for next week: Starr McKinney, the tall, tan, terrific Society reported on WDIA. MEALTIME MELODIES! BY MISS GRACE WATSON Which of the three essentials oil life would you say are more important? An architect would say shelter; a clothing designer would say clothing; But me? I'd say fond every time. To support my argument, I'd refer to the Bible. . .back in the days of Adam and Eve and the forbidden fruit Yes, the first we hear of Adam and Eve they were eating and getting into a world of trouble. Maybe that is why so many of us have poor eating habits today. But no, let's not blame Adam and Eve for this. Who can we blame? Do people inherit their food dislikes as they do the color of their eyes and the size of their feet? Well, let's see? Have you ever watched a baby when offered a new food? He spits it out and pushes the spoon away. That is his way of saying, "I don't like it." He doesn't like it because it's new. He isn't used to the consistency and flavor after drinking milk and other fluid foods since birth. Believe it or not, few of us like a food until we get used to it The baby learns to like one new food at a time. If the parents are smart, they will keep offering him new foods until he has learned to like a variety of foods. The child will want to try the foods he sees his parents enjoy. But If papa, says' he doesn't like this food and Mama says it makes her sick, the child will begin to make a fuss about his food too. Children will not learn to like and enjoy a food if they are forced to eat it. The healthy child who plays out doors in fresh air and sunshine and who does not eat between meals will be hungry at mealtime. He will be willing to try a new food if only a small amount is put on his plate and he is not urged to eat it. Anyone will eat with a better appetite in pleasant surroundings. Family arguments, stories of the children's naughtyness for the day. promises of punishments, etc., should be parked outside" the dining room door. Is your dining room a courtroom? Make eating an adventure, it is never too late to develop good eating habits. When we say, "I don't like that," What we mean is, "I've never learned to eat that and I'm so set in my ways, that" I'm not going to try it now." If you are guilty of saying that, you are getting old. Only old dogs can't learn new tricks. To help the family develop good food habits the Memphis Dairy Council is offering a free booklet, "What a Woman Can Do With Meals." Write or call for your booklet; the address is Memphis Dairy Council 135 N. Pauline Street . . . Phone 8-7303. AND SO BAD HABITS BEGIN BY MISS GRACE WATSON Which of the three essentials oil life would you say are more important? An architect would say shelter; a clothing designer would say clothing; But me? I'd say fond every time. To support my argument, I'd refer to the Bible. . .back in the days of Adam and Eve and the forbidden fruit Yes, the first we hear of Adam and Eve they were eating and getting into a world of trouble. Maybe that is why so many of us have poor eating habits today. But no, let's not blame Adam and Eve for this. Who can we blame? Do people inherit their food dislikes as they do the color of their eyes and the size of their feet? Well, let's see? Have you ever watched a baby when offered a new food? He spits it out and pushes the spoon away. That is his way of saying, "I don't like it." He doesn't like it because it's new. He isn't used to the consistency and flavor after drinking milk and other fluid foods since birth. Believe it or not, few of us like a food until we get used to it The baby learns to like one new food at a time. If the parents are smart, they will keep offering him new foods until he has learned to like a variety of foods. The child will want to try the foods he sees his parents enjoy. But If papa, says' he doesn't like this food and Mama says it makes her sick, the child will begin to make a fuss about his food too. Children will not learn to like and enjoy a food if they are forced to eat it. The healthy child who plays out doors in fresh air and sunshine and who does not eat between meals will be hungry at mealtime. He will be willing to try a new food if only a small amount is put on his plate and he is not urged to eat it. Anyone will eat with a better appetite in pleasant surroundings. Family arguments, stories of the children's naughtyness for the day. promises of punishments, etc., should be parked outside" the dining room door. Is your dining room a courtroom? Make eating an adventure, it is never too late to develop good eating habits. When we say, "I don't like that," What we mean is, "I've never learned to eat that and I'm so set in my ways, that" I'm not going to try it now." If you are guilty of saying that, you are getting old. Only old dogs can't learn new tricks. To help the family develop good food habits the Memphis Dairy Council is offering a free booklet, "What a Woman Can Do With Meals." Write or call for your booklet; the address is Memphis Dairy Council 135 N. Pauline Street . . . Phone 8-7303. 505 Korean War Dead Being Returned To U. S. From Far East Command The bodies of 505 Americans who lost their lives as a result of the fighting in Korea are being returned to the United States aboard the Lynn Victory the Department of Defense announced today. The ship is expected to arrive the San-Francisco Port of Embarkation on or about August 12. Next of kin concerned have been notified of the imminent arrival or the vessel. The bodies will be sent with an escort to the point designated by each individual next of kin. "Included in the list of dead being returned are: Private Wilmer. L, Alley, husband of Mrs. Alberta H. Alley, Route 4 Waynesboro. Corporal Doyle R. Brown, son of Mrs. Hester Brown, RR-1. Old Fort. Corporal Eulis G. Grace, son of Mrs. Ellen Berry, Rt-5, Box 460, Johnson City. Private First Class James W. Hunter, son of Mrs. Pearl H. Mitchell, 10 Berrien St, Nashville. Private Hershel B Mayes, son or Mrs. Hershel B. Mayes, 401 Glass Private First Class Robert. E. St., Mount Pleasant. Mitchell, son of Frank B. Mitchell, 43 South Idlewilde, Memphis. Corporal James O. Pace, husband of Mrs. Faye R. Pace, 597 Eva. Memphis. Corporal Henry C. Swindell, husband, of Mrs. Myrtle G. Swindell. Quebeck. Corporal Porter W. Taylor, son of Albert F. Taylor, 905 Crescent St., Morristown. Private First Class Roy S. Underwood, son of George B. Underwood, 1920 East 31st St., Chattanooga. MARINE CORPS: Segeant Thomas J. Leaver, son of Mr. and Mrs. Horace A. Leaver, 3040 Nolensville Rd., Nashville Private First Class William E. Lee, son of Mr. and Mrs. Webster D. Lee, Rt. 1, Hieskel. Private William O. Blakely, son of Mr. and Mrs. William U. Blakely. RFD 4, Trenton. Corporal Harry C. Vineyard, husband of Mrs. Rachel B. Vineyard, John B St., Nashville. TENNESSEE ARMY: The bodies of 505 Americans who lost their lives as a result of the fighting in Korea are being returned to the United States aboard the Lynn Victory the Department of Defense announced today. The ship is expected to arrive the San-Francisco Port of Embarkation on or about August 12. Next of kin concerned have been notified of the imminent arrival or the vessel. The bodies will be sent with an escort to the point designated by each individual next of kin. "Included in the list of dead being returned are: Private Wilmer. L, Alley, husband of Mrs. Alberta H. Alley, Route 4 Waynesboro. Corporal Doyle R. Brown, son of Mrs. Hester Brown, RR-1. Old Fort. Corporal Eulis G. Grace, son of Mrs. Ellen Berry, Rt-5, Box 460, Johnson City. Private First Class James W. Hunter, son of Mrs. Pearl H. Mitchell, 10 Berrien St, Nashville. Private Hershel B Mayes, son or Mrs. Hershel B. Mayes, 401 Glass Private First Class Robert. E. St., Mount Pleasant. Mitchell, son of Frank B. Mitchell, 43 South Idlewilde, Memphis. Corporal James O. Pace, husband of Mrs. Faye R. Pace, 597 Eva. Memphis. Corporal Henry C. Swindell, husband, of Mrs. Myrtle G. Swindell. Quebeck. Corporal Porter W. Taylor, son of Albert F. Taylor, 905 Crescent St., Morristown. Private First Class Roy S. Underwood, son of George B. Underwood, 1920 East 31st St., Chattanooga. MARINE CORPS: Segeant Thomas J. Leaver, son of Mr. and Mrs. Horace A. Leaver, 3040 Nolensville Rd., Nashville Private First Class William E. Lee, son of Mr. and Mrs. Webster D. Lee, Rt. 1, Hieskel. Private William O. Blakely, son of Mr. and Mrs. William U. Blakely. RFD 4, Trenton. Corporal Harry C. Vineyard, husband of Mrs. Rachel B. Vineyard, John B St., Nashville. WOUNDED ARMY: The bodies of 505 Americans who lost their lives as a result of the fighting in Korea are being returned to the United States aboard the Lynn Victory the Department of Defense announced today. The ship is expected to arrive the San-Francisco Port of Embarkation on or about August 12. Next of kin concerned have been notified of the imminent arrival or the vessel. The bodies will be sent with an escort to the point designated by each individual next of kin. "Included in the list of dead being returned are: Private Wilmer. L, Alley, husband of Mrs. Alberta H. Alley, Route 4 Waynesboro. Corporal Doyle R. Brown, son of Mrs. Hester Brown, RR-1. Old Fort. Corporal Eulis G. Grace, son of Mrs. Ellen Berry, Rt-5, Box 460, Johnson City. Private First Class James W. Hunter, son of Mrs. Pearl H. Mitchell, 10 Berrien St, Nashville. Private Hershel B Mayes, son or Mrs. Hershel B. Mayes, 401 Glass Private First Class Robert. E. St., Mount Pleasant. Mitchell, son of Frank B. Mitchell, 43 South Idlewilde, Memphis. Corporal James O. Pace, husband of Mrs. Faye R. Pace, 597 Eva. Memphis. Corporal Henry C. Swindell, husband, of Mrs. Myrtle G. Swindell. Quebeck. Corporal Porter W. Taylor, son of Albert F. Taylor, 905 Crescent St., Morristown. Private First Class Roy S. Underwood, son of George B. Underwood, 1920 East 31st St., Chattanooga. MARINE CORPS: Segeant Thomas J. Leaver, son of Mr. and Mrs. Horace A. Leaver, 3040 Nolensville Rd., Nashville Private First Class William E. Lee, son of Mr. and Mrs. Webster D. Lee, Rt. 1, Hieskel. Private William O. Blakely, son of Mr. and Mrs. William U. Blakely. RFD 4, Trenton. Corporal Harry C. Vineyard, husband of Mrs. Rachel B. Vineyard, John B St., Nashville. INJURED ARMY: The bodies of 505 Americans who lost their lives as a result of the fighting in Korea are being returned to the United States aboard the Lynn Victory the Department of Defense announced today. The ship is expected to arrive the San-Francisco Port of Embarkation on or about August 12. Next of kin concerned have been notified of the imminent arrival or the vessel. The bodies will be sent with an escort to the point designated by each individual next of kin. "Included in the list of dead being returned are: Private Wilmer. L, Alley, husband of Mrs. Alberta H. Alley, Route 4 Waynesboro. Corporal Doyle R. Brown, son of Mrs. Hester Brown, RR-1. Old Fort. Corporal Eulis G. Grace, son of Mrs. Ellen Berry, Rt-5, Box 460, Johnson City. Private First Class James W. Hunter, son of Mrs. Pearl H. Mitchell, 10 Berrien St, Nashville. Private Hershel B Mayes, son or Mrs. Hershel B. Mayes, 401 Glass Private First Class Robert. E. St., Mount Pleasant. Mitchell, son of Frank B. Mitchell, 43 South Idlewilde, Memphis. Corporal James O. Pace, husband of Mrs. Faye R. Pace, 597 Eva. Memphis. Corporal Henry C. Swindell, husband, of Mrs. Myrtle G. Swindell. Quebeck. Corporal Porter W. Taylor, son of Albert F. Taylor, 905 Crescent St., Morristown. Private First Class Roy S. Underwood, son of George B. Underwood, 1920 East 31st St., Chattanooga. MARINE CORPS: Segeant Thomas J. Leaver, son of Mr. and Mrs. Horace A. Leaver, 3040 Nolensville Rd., Nashville Private First Class William E. Lee, son of Mr. and Mrs. Webster D. Lee, Rt. 1, Hieskel. Private William O. Blakely, son of Mr. and Mrs. William U. Blakely. RFD 4, Trenton. Corporal Harry C. Vineyard, husband of Mrs. Rachel B. Vineyard, John B St., Nashville. AME Church Ranks Third In Protestant Church Member Gain The African Methodist Episcopal church had the third largest net gain in membership of all of the protestant churches during 1950. according to the current issue of Christian Herald. The magazine's annual report on the state of churches stated that membership in the AME church grew by 100,000 persons, which was nearly 10 per cent. Only the Southern Baptist, and the Methodist church, first and second respectively, exceeded this, net gain. The Methodist church has some Negroes as members However, the Southern Baptist is all white. The National Baptist Convention, U. S. A. Inc., has the third largest membership of all protestant churches in the country. The National Baptist Convention of America is fourth, the AME church 12th; the AME Zion, 20th; the Colored M. E. 22nd: Colored Primitive Baptist, 59th; Colored Cumberland Presbyterian, 71st, and the Independent Negro, 97th. Negro churches, other than the AME which showed an increase ineluded: National Baptist Convention, Inc., U. S. A., 4385,206 to 4,445,605; National Baptist Convention of America, 2,594,789 to 2,595,789; African Melodist Episcopal Zion, 529,175 to 588,000. Churches whose report showed no increase included: Colored Methodist Episcopal with 381,000; Independent Negro, 12,337; Primitive Baptist, with 43,897: Colored Cumberland Presbyterian, 30,000. These figures probably represent the last poll taken. Churches of all faiths reported a total net gain of 2,950,987, bringing the total membership to 85,705,280. This represents, an unparreled 55.9 per cent of the U. S. population. This increase compared favorably with the over-all increase in population. The population increased 1.67 per cent, while the church membership increased 3.56 percent. The number of congregations had a net increase of 3,214, which was a little better than half of the figure for the previous year" The report pointed out that major faiths continued in about the same proportion to each other Protestants are still in the lead with 58.5 per cent; the Catholics are next with 33.2 per cent and 8.3 per cent accounts for all others. The non-protestant churches had 35,621,412 members in 1950 as compared to 34,079,470 for 1949. City Beautiful Group To Picnic At BWHS Stadium Five hundred guests representing volunteers who have worked through nit the year in the many activities if the City Beautiful Commission will attend the annual picnic at 8 P. M. Tuesday at Booker T. Washington Stadium. Following a picnic supper, icecold watermelon, donated by the Honorable E. H. Crump, will be served. The 1951 Bronze Queen, Alberta Marie Mickens and her two princesses, Lois Isabel and Dorothy Bailey will attend. Honorable William C. Bateman, guest speaker, will talk on "Memphis. A. City of Education." Special guests will be Mr. and Mrs. William B. Fowler, and Mr. and Mrs. E. C. Stimbert. Lt. George W. Lee will also speak on "Making Memphis Beautiful." Rev. L. S. Sledge will give the invocation and musical selections will be presented by the Booker T. Washington band. Professor Blair T. Hunt will preside. Young People's Day At Avery Chapel Sunday Young people of Avery Chapel A. M. E. Church, Rev. E. M. Johnson, pastor, will carry out their Annual Young People's Day observance this coming Sunday, August 19th. Invited as guest participants are seven well known young community leaders, including Rev. William Fields Jr. assistant pastor of Eastern Baptist Church, who will deliver a special message during the morning worship. In the afternoon Sunday there will be a symposium featuring brief talks by Dr. C. H. Shelby, Jr., who will discuss medicine; Harold Whalum, business; Atty. Benjamin Hooks, law; and Rev. W. Williams, Jr. religion. The public at large is invited to attend. ITS HERE SCHENLEY RESERVE BLENDED WHISKEY 86 PR. 65% GRAIN NEUTRAL SPIRITS SCHENLEY DIST. INC. N. Y. C.