Memphis World
Memphis World Publishing Co.
1952-06-10
Chester M. Hampton

MISS AF ROTC AND ATTENDANTS REVIEW CAD-
ETS AT A & I —
Shown immediately after stepping 
from the reviewing stand, where they
watched the cadets pass in review at the recently 
held Tennessee A & I State University's
first Annual AF ROTC Day ceremony, are the
lovely Miss AFROTC and her attendants.
Standing left to right are: Miss Patricia Be
thea, 
sophomore of Brooklyn, New York, representing 
Squadron I; Miss Rowena Evans, sophomore 
of Germantown, Tennessee, representing
Squadron II; Miss Dorothy Bruce (Miss AF ROTC)
sophomore of Paris, Tennessee; Miss Trevor Statum, 
freshman of Oklahoma City, Oklahoma,
representing Squadron III; and Miss Doris Campbell, 
freshman of Nashville, Tennessee, representing 
Squadron IV.

ON THE REEL
By
REV. TASCHEREAU ARNOLD
It was our good pleasure to meet
him as he was going about his
ministerial duties in the community 
the other day.

It had been a long time since we
had seen our good friend. Brother
Billie, who is really a man with a
burning passion to try to lift his
people to higher heights in a social 
order where the odds are in
many cases against them.
So we asked him to give us a little
of his time. This he gladly consented 
to do despite the fact that
he is really one of the busy leaders 
of the race, not one of these
pretenders, who are always "beefing" 
about how busy they are doing 
nothing in particular and
everything in general, so to speak.
Our good friend is a man who
speaks his opinions and there is no
doubt that some people dislike him
because he is frank and to the
point.
So as usual, we picked up a
highly interesting conversation
with him because he always has
something interesting to tell us.
He doesn't believe in cracking a
bunch of filthy jokes like some socalled 
leaders, but he is always on
the ball trying to bring something
interesting to his people.
Brother Billie pointed out that
some people believe we are headed 
for a mild depression or more
deflation.
He said that he was not too certain 
where we are headed, but he
was sure of one thing, money is
getting harder to keep and the
"pickings" are getting slimier and
slimmer.
Our good friend stated that one
can hear the people hollering how
about how tight this money is
getting today; in otter words he
said easy money is on its way out.
He also warned that some people
are being fooled by some business
men who are stressing no down
payment when purchasing goods,
stating that in some cases the buyer 
might find that he will in the
end pay much more for the items
than he would have by paying
cash, or making a large down payment. 

He went on by saying that we
are passing thru times which will
expose and show up that crowd of
people who are spending and buying 
unwisely trying to impress
somebody about their wealth. He
declared that many in that class
are now losing homes and other

holdings to the surprise of their
friends who thought they were in
the money, so to speak.
In closing, Brother Willie urged
his people to spend wisely and
don't go into too much debt, stating 
that the bill will eventually
have to be paid in spite of the no
down payment line. He advised
that our people hold to some of
their money for some good investments 
will eventually come their
way soon if they, have the dollars
on hand.
Most fails will leave their marks
on you But when we don't fly too
high we don't have so far to fall,
and the hurt is less. So people who
stick their noses out too far are no
doubt heading for a great big fall
soon. And that's that

BROTHER. BILLIE DISCUSSES
THIS AND THAT IN TIMES
LIKE THESE WE FACE TODAY
By
REV. TASCHEREAU ARNOLD
It was our good pleasure to meet
him as he was going about his
ministerial duties in the community 
the other day.

It had been a long time since we
had seen our good friend. Brother
Billie, who is really a man with a
burning passion to try to lift his
people to higher heights in a social 
order where the odds are in
many cases against them.
So we asked him to give us a little
of his time. This he gladly consented 
to do despite the fact that
he is really one of the busy leaders 
of the race, not one of these
pretenders, who are always "beefing" 
about how busy they are doing 
nothing in particular and
everything in general, so to speak.
Our good friend is a man who
speaks his opinions and there is no
doubt that some people dislike him
because he is frank and to the
point.
So as usual, we picked up a
highly interesting conversation
with him because he always has
something interesting to tell us.
He doesn't believe in cracking a
bunch of filthy jokes like some socalled 
leaders, but he is always on
the ball trying to bring something
interesting to his people.
Brother Billie pointed out that
some people believe we are headed 
for a mild depression or more
deflation.
He said that he was not too certain 
where we are headed, but he
was sure of one thing, money is
getting harder to keep and the
"pickings" are getting slimier and
slimmer.
Our good friend stated that one
can hear the people hollering how
about how tight this money is
getting today; in otter words he
said easy money is on its way out.
He also warned that some people
are being fooled by some business
men who are stressing no down
payment when purchasing goods,
stating that in some cases the buyer 
might find that he will in the
end pay much more for the items
than he would have by paying
cash, or making a large down payment. 

He went on by saying that we
are passing thru times which will
expose and show up that crowd of
people who are spending and buying 
unwisely trying to impress
somebody about their wealth. He
declared that many in that class
are now losing homes and other

holdings to the surprise of their
friends who thought they were in
the money, so to speak.
In closing, Brother Willie urged
his people to spend wisely and
don't go into too much debt, stating 
that the bill will eventually
have to be paid in spite of the no
down payment line. He advised
that our people hold to some of
their money for some good investments 
will eventually come their
way soon if they, have the dollars
on hand.
Most fails will leave their marks
on you But when we don't fly too
high we don't have so far to fall,
and the hurt is less. So people who
stick their noses out too far are no
doubt heading for a great big fall
soon. And that's that

FAMOUS LAST WORDS
BY DR. LOO KOO MARKE
WHEN A FALL DOESN'T HURT
By
REV. TASCHEREAU ARNOLD
It was our good pleasure to meet
him as he was going about his
ministerial duties in the community 
the other day.

It had been a long time since we
had seen our good friend. Brother
Billie, who is really a man with a
burning passion to try to lift his
people to higher heights in a social 
order where the odds are in
many cases against them.
So we asked him to give us a little
of his time. This he gladly consented 
to do despite the fact that
he is really one of the busy leaders 
of the race, not one of these
pretenders, who are always "beefing" 
about how busy they are doing 
nothing in particular and
everything in general, so to speak.
Our good friend is a man who
speaks his opinions and there is no
doubt that some people dislike him
because he is frank and to the
point.
So as usual, we picked up a
highly interesting conversation
with him because he always has
something interesting to tell us.
He doesn't believe in cracking a
bunch of filthy jokes like some socalled 
leaders, but he is always on
the ball trying to bring something
interesting to his people.
Brother Billie pointed out that
some people believe we are headed 
for a mild depression or more
deflation.
He said that he was not too certain 
where we are headed, but he
was sure of one thing, money is
getting harder to keep and the
"pickings" are getting slimier and
slimmer.
Our good friend stated that one
can hear the people hollering how
about how tight this money is
getting today; in otter words he
said easy money is on its way out.
He also warned that some people
are being fooled by some business
men who are stressing no down
payment when purchasing goods,
stating that in some cases the buyer 
might find that he will in the
end pay much more for the items
than he would have by paying
cash, or making a large down payment. 

He went on by saying that we
are passing thru times which will
expose and show up that crowd of
people who are spending and buying 
unwisely trying to impress
somebody about their wealth. He
declared that many in that class
are now losing homes and other

holdings to the surprise of their
friends who thought they were in
the money, so to speak.
In closing, Brother Willie urged
his people to spend wisely and
don't go into too much debt, stating 
that the bill will eventually
have to be paid in spite of the no
down payment line. He advised
that our people hold to some of
their money for some good investments 
will eventually come their
way soon if they, have the dollars
on hand.
Most fails will leave their marks
on you But when we don't fly too
high we don't have so far to fall,
and the hurt is less. So people who
stick their noses out too far are no
doubt heading for a great big fall
soon. And that's that

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THE SCHEMER
Junior was invited to his friend
house for supper, but refused
When his mother asked him why
he sneered:
"He just wants me to help him
eat up his cereal so he can have
the box tope."

MOTHER'S RIGHT
Father: "Mabel, that young man
of yours says so late when he
calls. Hasn't your mother something 
to say to you about that?:
Mabel: "Yes, father— mother
says men haven't changed a bit."

Interracial Committee Formed
To Work For Averell Harriman
A
number of prominent Negro and
white Democrats joined forces this
week in the formation of a District
Committee for Averell Harriman
for President.
Joseph L. Rauh, national vicechairman 
of the Americans for
Democratic. Action is serving as
chairman of the commitee. Frank
Reeves, Washington counsel for the
National Association for the Advancemeht 
of Colored People, and
Miss Grace Tilly, former secretary
for President Roosevelt, are serving
also co-vice-chairman.

"We also believe," continued the
vice chairman, "that Averell Harriman's 
extraordinary talents andexperience 
as an administrator in
both domestic and foreign affairs
best qualify him to be President."
Chairman Rauh stated, "Mr. Harriman 
is a late started in the race
and thus the underdog in this election 
Despite these handicaps he
is eager to campaign here and present 
the fundamental issues."

The committee headquarters which
is manned by an interracial staff,
was formally opened this week.
Among Negro members of this
committee are such persons as Mr.
and Mrs. Todd Duncan; Mrs. Campbell 
Johnson, wife, of the special
assistant to the selective service administrator: 
Bishop Stephen G.
Spottswood of the AME Zion
Church; and the Rev Smallwood
E. William pastor of Bibleway
church.

U. Of Chicago
Cites Johnson
C. Smith, Head
Hardy
Liston Sr., president of Johnson C.
Smith university, Charlotte, N. C.
Saturday, June 7, was one of 33 distinguished 
University of Chicago
alumni who received citations of
merit at the June reunion alumni
assembly in Loon Mandel Hall on
the campus, here.
The citations, established during
the university's 50th anniversary in
1941, are presented in recognition of
public service. The highlight of the
annual June reunion, the citations
have been, presented to 350 alumni,
including the 1952 group.
Listen received both his bachelor's 
degree and his master's degree
from the University of Chicago. He
has served as president of Johnson
C. Smith since 1947.
Before coming to the university,
he was dean of Knoxville college,
Winston-Salem Teachers college
and director of academic department 
of Kittrell college.
Editor of the Quarterly Review of
Education among Negroes, Liston
served as chairman of a three-man
study committee writing A Study
of Community Life of Negro Youth
for the Commission on Institutions
of Higher Education.
He also served as a member of the
special committee of the general
assembly of the Presbyterian Church
U. S. A, from 1948-50, and now is
a member of the Council oh Theological 
Education of the Presbyterian 
church.

BETTER BE GOOD
Selectee: "They can't make me
fight."
Draft Board: "Maybe not—but
they can take you where the fight is 
and let you use your Own Judgment." 

New cheap loudspeaker gives
high fidelity for P. M.

LAFF-A-DAY
"You'll have to be more careful
filling out these death certificates.
You wrote my name in the space
marked Cause of Death."

TIM TYLER
By Lyman Young

FELIX THE CAT
By Sullivan

Racial Segregation, Headquarters Site
Key Issues Before Council Of Churches

The two unions concern a policy 
statement on racial segregation
and the permanent headquarters
of the National Council, the nation's 
largest religious organization.

The selection of a headquarters
site for the National Council has
been a lively topic of discussion inchurch 
circles since the National
Council was formed in Cleveland,
November 1950. A special committee 
headed, by Rev. Dr. Edwin T.
Dahlberg of St. Louis, a Baptist
Pastor and one-time president of
the American Baptist Convention,
will report its recommendations.
Dr. Dahlberg's committee maintained 
that the headquarters center 
should not be established without 
ah agreement between the National 
Council and the denominations 
concerning a location that
would include them both.
The cities which have bid for the
headquarters include Chicago, Cincinnati, 
Cleveland, Columbus, Pittsburgh, 
New York and Evansville,
Fort Wayne, Indianapolis, South

Bend all of Indiana, St. Louis,
Springfield, Ill, and Wyckoff, N. J.
Officials said that while the General 
Board had the power to make
the final decision; for the National
Council, it was possible that the
question might be referred to the
second General Assembly in Denver 
next December.
The Rt. Rev. Henry Knox Sherrill, 
president of the Council, and
presiding bishop of the Episcopal
Church, will preside at the only
meeting of the General Board to
be held in the midwest this year.
The General Board is composed
of 125 clerical and lay representatives 
of the 29 communions. It is
the National Council's policy-making 
body between the biennial assemblies. 


GOP Hopeful Would Seek
Conference With Stalin

"I'm quite fed up with people
making fun of peace," he announed 
in a statement preceding the
30-minute question period. "I have
been advised against saying in
public, peace, it's, wonderful,' But
there's nothing more important in
the world today. We must find a
way to end the enormous expenditures 
for sterile, negative military
equipment.
I'm ready to do anything I
know how to do to promote peace
for the United States and for the
friendly nations from whom we
derive the vital raw materials we
need to prosper. It's not an easy
road. We're all going to have to
work."


"The differences between us are
not negotiable as long as the Soviet 
union operates on the premise 
that Communism cannot coexist 
peacefully alongside free nations. 
The Communists, because of
this, will continue to attempt to
destroy the free nations by threat,
force and conniving.

The General spoke on matters
which ranged through FEPC, foreign 
costs, splitting delegates with
Sen. Robert A. Taft, Alger Hiss,
presidential emergency powers, J.
Foster Dulles, Indo-China and the
place of women in the modern
world.
The news conference, held at the
Commodore Hotel, was picketed by
an organization which identified
itself as the non-partisan committee 
against a military president.
The picketers carried posters reading 
"an arms race leads to war,"
and "no brass hat in the White
House." Eisenhower did not see
them, for he used another entrance
to the hotel.


"I'm against thwarting the will
of the American people in any
way, shape or form." The matter
would take more study, he added,
and expressed trust in the decision
which would in time be handed
down by the credentials committee. 


Former M'house Student Gains
Degree At U. Of North Carolina
Harvey
Elliott Beech, a 28-year-old graduate 
of Morehouse College and varsity 
athlete and AU-SIAC football
center was the first Negro graduate
to finish the University of North
Carolina Law School. Beech is one
of five Negroes enrolled there.
Beech was an outstanding football 
athlete during his undergraduate 
days at the famed Atlanta institution 
and won letters in several
other sports.

J. Kenneth Lee, Greensboro, N.
C. reportedly said that he had
completed academic requirements
for a law degree but needs five

weeks of residence in order to be
graduated.
The university has notified the
other three that they have failed to
meet the institution's standard of
work. They may seek permission
to continue study in the law school;
however, their chances, of getting
a degree from the university are
remote.
Students who failed to maintain
the standard of work necessary for
a degree are:
James L. Lassiter and William
A. Marsh, Jr., Durham, and James
R. Walker Jr., Statesville.
Marsh already has indicated that
he intends to ask permission to
continue study in the Law School.
He is Marsh. Another of the failing 
students, Lassiter, was made
unable to make up his mind on
whether to continue trying or
not. The third student, Walker,
could not be reached in comment.

The PARSON
By ALICE ROSS COLDER
Copyright 1951, Alice Ross Colver.
Distributed by King Features Syndicates
MELICK was recalled by her
voice to Louise, whose small quivering 
smile was wavering across
the empty prettiness of her anxlous 
face.
"Well, I was just going to say
I thought it might be nice, perhaps—that 
is, I told Emma we
might nave coffee in the living
room if you all—and, well, I didn't
know, Alvin, but you said something 
yesterday about trying one
of those liqueurs that you brought
back from France and so—but it's
whatever you want—"
"Come on, Mom! Say what you
mean;" Joe teased her. "You would
like a small snifter yourself,
wouldn't you? Fess up, now. A
great little drinker, Mom is," he
Said to Anne. "Never guess it by
her looks. But you have to watch
her. You sure do."
"Joe! You know I never..."
Her voice trailed into a faint laugh
as if she suddenly realized she
had been silly to take Joe seriously. 

Anne looked down at the shrinking 
woman at the foot of the table
and felt pity stir in her heart,
Drawing her hand out of Joe's, she
said, "We're in no hurry, Mrs.
Melick. After all, Joe and I have
all afternoon; Let's have our coffee 
in the living room the way
you planned it I think that would
be nice. Mr. Melick can decide
for himself about the liqueur. I
don't care one way or the other.
But coffee does top off a meal the
best of anything."
She was pleased to see Louise's
face light up dimly, and, stepping
forward to link her arm through
the older woman's as she rose,
Anne thought, I can imagine being 
a daughter-in-law to her much
more easily than to him. And if
I were, I'd back her up this way
all the time. I wouldn't let those
two badger her the way they do
Joe does it good-naturedly but he
doesn't. I'd build her up, if I lived
here. I'd build her up until she
could take care of herself.
For a brief moment she saw this
as the  of her marriage 
to Joe. And the next moment 
she thought, But we wouldn't
live here. We'd have our own
place." I couldn't stand it otherwise. 
And then she wondered what
was the matter with her, anyway,
to be having such ideas. Was it
just because Donald Kent had
kissed her with such disturbing
results this morning that she was
flinging as far from him in her
mind as possible? She dismissed
Donald and bent her head to hear
Louise's murmured words. "You're
very sweet. Thank you."
Behind, them Alvin Melick
moved to unlock the lower part
of the sideboard. As he pulled out
two bottles and held them up to
the light, he was conscious of a
feeling of vague irritation. He
could hardly explain it. But somehow, 
in some indefinable way in
the last moment or two, he had
been diminished in his own sight.
You might almost say put down.
While Louise had been elevated.
And that girl, Anne, had brought
this about.
I don't know, he thought to himself. 
I don't know.
To his son he said curtly, "Bring
that silver tray with the little red
glasses on it. And come along.
No need to call Henry for this.
Anne's not used to such style."
With this he that better and,
leading the way with a bottle in
each hand, he tramped heavily
down the hall into the living room
after the women.
It was late that same Sunday
afternoon when Joe's red roadster 
screeched to a sudden halt
down by the park opposite the
nation, and a girl, pretty, young,
and blonde, glared at him out of
furious blue eyes from the curb
to which she had sprung to safety.
"Hey! What do you think you're
didn't Joe Melick,!"
He stopped whistling — "She
didn't say Yes; She didn't say
No" — and leaned toward her
cross the wheel. He was feeling
good. The song told why. He and
Anne had had a nice afternoon
and she hadn't pulled away as she
usually did when he kissed her
good-by. To be sure, she hadn't
shown much enthusiasm, either,
but be knew how to handle the
slow ones. Just give 'em time. It
was in a mood of elation that he
had started out for a purposeless
ride just to let off steam.
"Do I know you?" he asked
now.
"You bet you know me! Don't
try to give me that stuff. I been
up to your house plenty."
"I couldn't have been there then.
I'd never forget."
"Well—" Somewhat mollified,
she permitted a smile to reveal
her dimples. "Maybe you wasn't
there. Maybe you was off to colege. 
But I been there, all right.
Ma used to go up regular to do
cleaning before you got that colored 
couple you got now. And I'd
stop by for her after school. Boy!
what a house!" She smiled again.
"Edna's the name. Edna Borowski." 

"Well Edna, how about a little
buzz around? Just to prove there's
no hard feelings."
Officer Michael Flynn, who had
heard the screech of brakes from
the diner where he had been getting 
a cup of coffee, new-strolled
toward them, idly swinging his
night stick. He had a healthy
contempt for Joe Melick and a
definite interest in Edna, who lived
over the drugstore in the apartment 
next to that of his own
folks; and his eyes, with a little
hard glint in them, belied the casual 
indifference of his tone.
"What's goin' on here?"
Edna turned to him, her pretty
face flushed with pleasure and excitement. 
"You're a witness, Mike.
He ast me. It wasn't me startin'
anything. He ast me."
"Asked you what?"
Joe Spoke. "I've just discovered
that Edna and I are old friends.
So I invited her to take a ride
with me." He paused and eyed

the policeman with superior scoful 
amusement. "Any objections?
Mike kept on swinging his club,
but his eyes grew a trifle harder.
"Not if you don't exceed the established 
limits."
"Don't worry. I'm good with the
girls."
Mike turned to Edna who had
already opened the door and
slipped into the seat beside Joe.
"He's telling you. He says he's
good—with the girls."
Edna laughed. "Yeah!"
Mike stepped closer and held
onto one side of the car a moment 
as Joe speeded up his engine. 
"I meant that."
"Meant what?"
"About not exceeding the
limits:"
"The speed limits I heard you."
"Any limits."
Joe's face turned unexpectedly
ugly. "Be careful what you say to
me, Michael Flynn!"
"I'm careful. You be careful,
too. That's all. He lifted his hand
from, the car, and it sprang away
and was lost around the curve to
the next corner.
It was Monday morning. School
had started the Wednesday before.
Donald Kent stood behind his desk,
looking at the expectant class before 
him. He felt inexperienced
and somewhat uncertain of himself. 
But his objectives were entirely 
clear to him.
To remember that details wouldbe 
quickly forgotten but principles
must be mastered. To bear in mind
always that he was teaching people, 
not facts. To put over to
these, boys and girls, somehow,
that education wan chiefly concerned 
with the problems of becoming 
adults. What was it Dr.
Atwood had said to him in that
respect? "When you feel overwhelmed 
by your responsibility as
a teacher, remember that you are
neither a god nor a machine. You
are a man. That is all But it is
enough."
Dr. Atwood ... In the space 
a second his mind jumped back to
yesterday when he had gone over
to take Anne to church with him
and, in futile anger at her resistance, 
had pulled a cave-man act.
To what end? None. He had simply 
stirred in her an anger equal
to his own, together with her contempt 
"Say a prayer for me if
you're so worried." Well, he hadn't
and he wouldn't. She needed no
prayers. She was doing all right
for herself with that Melick. Let
her have him. Him and his red
roadster and all his money. It
was just as well. She could never
understand what teaching meant
to him. How it had given him a
plan for his life that had been
shattered, inwardly and outwardly,
for too long. And how good it
was to have, at last, a purpose,
and the knowledge that he was
working on an important Job that
had to be done!
Forget Anne. She had made her
choice. And so had he. It was
here in this classroom.


CHAPTER SIXTEEN
By ALICE ROSS COLDER
Copyright 1951, Alice Ross Colver.
Distributed by King Features Syndicates
MELICK was recalled by her
voice to Louise, whose small quivering 
smile was wavering across
the empty prettiness of her anxlous 
face.
"Well, I was just going to say
I thought it might be nice, perhaps—that 
is, I told Emma we
might nave coffee in the living
room if you all—and, well, I didn't
know, Alvin, but you said something 
yesterday about trying one
of those liqueurs that you brought
back from France and so—but it's
whatever you want—"
"Come on, Mom! Say what you
mean;" Joe teased her. "You would
like a small snifter yourself,
wouldn't you? Fess up, now. A
great little drinker, Mom is," he
Said to Anne. "Never guess it by
her looks. But you have to watch
her. You sure do."
"Joe! You know I never..."
Her voice trailed into a faint laugh
as if she suddenly realized she
had been silly to take Joe seriously. 

Anne looked down at the shrinking 
woman at the foot of the table
and felt pity stir in her heart,
Drawing her hand out of Joe's, she
said, "We're in no hurry, Mrs.
Melick. After all, Joe and I have
all afternoon; Let's have our coffee 
in the living room the way
you planned it I think that would
be nice. Mr. Melick can decide
for himself about the liqueur. I
don't care one way or the other.
But coffee does top off a meal the
best of anything."
She was pleased to see Louise's
face light up dimly, and, stepping
forward to link her arm through
the older woman's as she rose,
Anne thought, I can imagine being 
a daughter-in-law to her much
more easily than to him. And if
I were, I'd back her up this way
all the time. I wouldn't let those
two badger her the way they do
Joe does it good-naturedly but he
doesn't. I'd build her up, if I lived
here. I'd build her up until she
could take care of herself.
For a brief moment she saw this
as the  of her marriage 
to Joe. And the next moment 
she thought, But we wouldn't
live here. We'd have our own
place." I couldn't stand it otherwise. 
And then she wondered what
was the matter with her, anyway,
to be having such ideas. Was it
just because Donald Kent had
kissed her with such disturbing
results this morning that she was
flinging as far from him in her
mind as possible? She dismissed
Donald and bent her head to hear
Louise's murmured words. "You're
very sweet. Thank you."
Behind, them Alvin Melick
moved to unlock the lower part
of the sideboard. As he pulled out
two bottles and held them up to
the light, he was conscious of a
feeling of vague irritation. He
could hardly explain it. But somehow, 
in some indefinable way in
the last moment or two, he had
been diminished in his own sight.
You might almost say put down.
While Louise had been elevated.
And that girl, Anne, had brought
this about.
I don't know, he thought to himself. 
I don't know.
To his son he said curtly, "Bring
that silver tray with the little red
glasses on it. And come along.
No need to call Henry for this.
Anne's not used to such style."
With this he that better and,
leading the way with a bottle in
each hand, he tramped heavily
down the hall into the living room
after the women.
It was late that same Sunday
afternoon when Joe's red roadster 
screeched to a sudden halt
down by the park opposite the
nation, and a girl, pretty, young,
and blonde, glared at him out of
furious blue eyes from the curb
to which she had sprung to safety.
"Hey! What do you think you're
didn't Joe Melick,!"
He stopped whistling — "She
didn't say Yes; She didn't say
No" — and leaned toward her
cross the wheel. He was feeling
good. The song told why. He and
Anne had had a nice afternoon
and she hadn't pulled away as she
usually did when he kissed her
good-by. To be sure, she hadn't
shown much enthusiasm, either,
but be knew how to handle the
slow ones. Just give 'em time. It
was in a mood of elation that he
had started out for a purposeless
ride just to let off steam.
"Do I know you?" he asked
now.
"You bet you know me! Don't
try to give me that stuff. I been
up to your house plenty."
"I couldn't have been there then.
I'd never forget."
"Well—" Somewhat mollified,
she permitted a smile to reveal
her dimples. "Maybe you wasn't
there. Maybe you was off to colege. 
But I been there, all right.
Ma used to go up regular to do
cleaning before you got that colored 
couple you got now. And I'd
stop by for her after school. Boy!
what a house!" She smiled again.
"Edna's the name. Edna Borowski." 

"Well Edna, how about a little
buzz around? Just to prove there's
no hard feelings."
Officer Michael Flynn, who had
heard the screech of brakes from
the diner where he had been getting 
a cup of coffee, new-strolled
toward them, idly swinging his
night stick. He had a healthy
contempt for Joe Melick and a
definite interest in Edna, who lived
over the drugstore in the apartment 
next to that of his own
folks; and his eyes, with a little
hard glint in them, belied the casual 
indifference of his tone.
"What's goin' on here?"
Edna turned to him, her pretty
face flushed with pleasure and excitement. 
"You're a witness, Mike.
He ast me. It wasn't me startin'
anything. He ast me."
"Asked you what?"
Joe Spoke. "I've just discovered
that Edna and I are old friends.
So I invited her to take a ride
with me." He paused and eyed

the policeman with superior scoful 
amusement. "Any objections?
Mike kept on swinging his club,
but his eyes grew a trifle harder.
"Not if you don't exceed the established 
limits."
"Don't worry. I'm good with the
girls."
Mike turned to Edna who had
already opened the door and
slipped into the seat beside Joe.
"He's telling you. He says he's
good—with the girls."
Edna laughed. "Yeah!"
Mike stepped closer and held
onto one side of the car a moment 
as Joe speeded up his engine. 
"I meant that."
"Meant what?"
"About not exceeding the
limits:"
"The speed limits I heard you."
"Any limits."
Joe's face turned unexpectedly
ugly. "Be careful what you say to
me, Michael Flynn!"
"I'm careful. You be careful,
too. That's all. He lifted his hand
from, the car, and it sprang away
and was lost around the curve to
the next corner.
It was Monday morning. School
had started the Wednesday before.
Donald Kent stood behind his desk,
looking at the expectant class before 
him. He felt inexperienced
and somewhat uncertain of himself. 
But his objectives were entirely 
clear to him.
To remember that details wouldbe 
quickly forgotten but principles
must be mastered. To bear in mind
always that he was teaching people, 
not facts. To put over to
these, boys and girls, somehow,
that education wan chiefly concerned 
with the problems of becoming 
adults. What was it Dr.
Atwood had said to him in that
respect? "When you feel overwhelmed 
by your responsibility as
a teacher, remember that you are
neither a god nor a machine. You
are a man. That is all But it is
enough."
Dr. Atwood ... In the space 
a second his mind jumped back to
yesterday when he had gone over
to take Anne to church with him
and, in futile anger at her resistance, 
had pulled a cave-man act.
To what end? None. He had simply 
stirred in her an anger equal
to his own, together with her contempt 
"Say a prayer for me if
you're so worried." Well, he hadn't
and he wouldn't. She needed no
prayers. She was doing all right
for herself with that Melick. Let
her have him. Him and his red
roadster and all his money. It
was just as well. She could never
understand what teaching meant
to him. How it had given him a
plan for his life that had been
shattered, inwardly and outwardly,
for too long. And how good it
was to have, at last, a purpose,
and the knowledge that he was
working on an important Job that
had to be done!
Forget Anne. She had made her
choice. And so had he. It was
here in this classroom.


VETERANS CORNER
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from the Veterans Administration
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May I do so, even though the
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"My goodness, Margie," she
exclaimed. "How sticky your hands
are!"
"Well." repled Margie, "yours
would be too if you had a piece of
chiffon pie a cream puff, and a
chocolate eclair in your muff"

ANOTHER "FIRST" FOR STAR —
Robert A. Evans of Philadelphia, 
who made news when he became the first Negro named captain
of the University of Pennsylvania football team, is in the news again.
Evans, along with another Philadelphia Negro Edward Bell has been
elected to the exclusive Sphinx Senior Society of Penn; the first Negroes
chosen for membership into the institution's most select society.