Memphis World Memphis World Publishing Co. 1956-06-12 Raymond F. Tisby MEMPHIS WORLD The south's oldest and Leading Colored Semi-Weekley Newspaper Published by MEMPHIS WORLD PUBLISHING CO. Every TUESDAY and FRIDAY at 164 BEALE—Phone 6-4030 Entered in the post office at Memphis, Tenn., as second-class mail under the of congress, March 1, 1870 Member of SCOTT NEWSPAPER SYNDICATE W. A. Scott, II. Founder; C. A. Scott, General Manager Raymond F. Tisby Managing Editor Mrs. Rosa Brown Bracy Public Relations and Advertising William C. Weathers Circulation Promotion 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. Year $5.00 — 6 Months $3.00 — 3 Months $1.50 (In Advance) We Pray A Speedy Recovery For President Eisenhower The nation's president is in Walter Reed Hospital convalescing from the surgery he underwent two days ago. The team of doctors who performed the operation upon Mr. Eisenhower describe his convalescence as "very satisfactory." This report is heartening and reassuring, and we join the rest of the world in wishing "Ike" a complete and speedy recovery. His physical well-being is above the pale of politics. As forceful and dynamic leader of the world of free nations, his eventual return to active duty will be hailed and appreciated by all who are cognizant of his great contributions to the enduring peace of the world, and to the real interests of his own beloved America. The President is a man who has given much of his life to his country. First, as a military leader, whose courage and military competence did much to preserve our freedoms and to restore the world to tranquility, and then as an equally fearless Chief Executive, who has taken seriously the responsibilities of domestic leadership in the interests of all the people. The confidence of the people is expressed in the manner in which Republicans and Democrats alike — from Maine to Georgia — have deemed it a Privilege to be a member of his team, and to work with him in trying to make the world a better place in which lo live. We rejoice that the President's illness is not critical. Indeed, had it not occurred at a time when his recent heart atack is still fresh in Our minds, it would have atracted only passing notice. His heart remains sound. His team remains undaunted. The people wish him Godspeed m his recovery and in his continuance at the helm of the nation. When You Have The Remedy — You Have The Answers The excuse for whittling away valuable time in rehashing those undermining liabilities tangent to the miseries arising from economic and political malnutrition now fades away before the light of a new day of political opportunity. Many things that have contributed to our disconfort and inconvenience have been traced directly to avenues through which the panacea of political reaction has been hampered. Now that the vote with all its attendant possibilities has been restored to our group, the answer has come in a reactivation of our suffrage resource. It has been, seen that representative government cannot obtain unless enlivened by the active participation of the electorate from the ward-level on through the national theatre. Therefore, in the light of-the full restoration of the ballot the throwing out of gear of the machinery setup for nullification by the vote-challenge route, there is no patience on the part of any audience to tolerate excuse-making and self pity. On this national election frontier, crystalizing this November, are at present three leading contenders; one standing outright upon a record of broad achievement in the field of Civil Rights and liberal policies of the Rooseveltian and Truman eras with a third trying lo find a happy medium between two divergent policies and philosophies. In such a situation it is easily seen that the liberal forces are in charge of the balance of strength; in that the party with a record of achievement to its credit, in the spiral of an unprecedented wave of prosperity in the absence of a shooting war, can point to in reality what one of the contenders is partly promising. The eligible voters of the land are therefore reminded-that the balance of power has long proved a valuable factor in our systems of elections; that those groups plumping for more liberal policies in the agenda of government and the coming to life of Democracy at work, are in an enviable position to give the country another chance — comes November election. Montgomery Alabama, Money Mississippi And Other Places Eve Merriam, who used to write for a New York newspaper and, whose poetry has appeared in most major American Magazines from the New Yorker to Harpers, has done it again. This time that very versatile young literatus has come up with what her publishers are pleased to call "a pamphlet in poetry" called MONTGOMERY ALABAMA, MONEY MISSISSIPPI AND OTHER PLACES. Written in little more than a fortnight, this very significant collection of songs, ballads, lyrics and dramatic poems represents a highly potent protest against the forces of intolerance and bigotry which are currently at work in our country. We salute Miss Eve Merriam, and we suggest that you read her poems under the above title. BRIEF COMMENTS True be it said, whatever man it said. That love with gall and honey doth abound. — Edmund Spenser. REVOREND JOHN C. MICKLE of Memphis addressed guests attending the annual Alumni Din ner held during Talladega College Commence ment weekend. REVIEWING THE NEWS BY WILLIAM GORDON His country had only recently crawled from beneath the yoke of Holland. Only a short time from the grasps of colonial imperialism, he said his countrymen were already desperate for political power. There were many, he said, even though lacking in ability and short-sighted in judgment, their quest for power was immense. This young man from Indonesia was worried — worried about his future and the plight of his country. Although, he said, they needed leaders desperately, he feared the calibre those seeking political office. "I'd like to see more of my people getting into the fields of technology We need scientists. We need engineers, scholars and builders of industry. We need more who will work for the good of the country and not for the selfish interest of power." The man's observations were reason enough to make one reflect. What is there is various social systems that make men drive for power, selfish power, some knowing that in the final analysis this power may even turn against them. A little power, it teems, is not enough for some people. They must have more, ' sometimes to the point where it becomes destructive against the welfare of all concerned. In an underdeveloped region, it seems, the quest for political power is much more intense. They say there is a basic reason for this. First of all, it is easier to climb politically in an area of unrest than it is to climb scientifically and scholarly. The emotions are sensitive and the conscience is easily pricked where there has not been enough food, and necessary living items to go around. But there is vast danger in living under the political whip, even in a country as wealthy as ours. Here, the more decent and enlightened elements of the community, shun away from politics, and the rough, the crude and often the ruthless take the helm. These elements not only control the political structure of the community, they control the institutions within that community. As long as they ore in power, no one is free, not even those to who control. Bui try selling this to people who have already become drunk with emotions and sick with prejudice. Political autocracy, the force at the top, no matter how crude, often shapes the thinking, conditions the attitudes and dictates, even the kind of newspapers one may read if that force becomes fully entrenched. We can point to examples, many of them here in the South, especially since the Supreme Court's decision against public school segregation. There have been liberals, and still many of them who have run into a shell, hid themselves away, shunning the light of reality. Not only ore they afraid to speak out, they are afraid to associate themselves in the least, with the liberal elements of any community for fear of reprisals. It's the result of pressure, which has its origin at the top level of political hirarchy, surpassing all that may be in its wake. You may call its McCarthyism or Russian Communism, wherever there is too much power entrenched in the hands of the ruthless, the whole community stands in danger. The consequences are apalling. Newspapers, the channels of communications, the institutions of learning, all become subordinate to the political whip. Men are afraid to think freely, they-tremble, they shudder at the voice of the political demagogue. His word is low, not the Constitution. The real danger comes not through scholarship, the scientific mind and freedom of the individual, but through the political machinery, especially when in the hands of the ruthless, the over-ambitious and the vastly ill-informed. Such is just as dangerous for America as it is for South East Asia. Political Power Structure, Its Dangers BY WILLIAM GORDON His country had only recently crawled from beneath the yoke of Holland. Only a short time from the grasps of colonial imperialism, he said his countrymen were already desperate for political power. There were many, he said, even though lacking in ability and short-sighted in judgment, their quest for power was immense. This young man from Indonesia was worried — worried about his future and the plight of his country. Although, he said, they needed leaders desperately, he feared the calibre those seeking political office. "I'd like to see more of my people getting into the fields of technology We need scientists. We need engineers, scholars and builders of industry. We need more who will work for the good of the country and not for the selfish interest of power." The man's observations were reason enough to make one reflect. What is there is various social systems that make men drive for power, selfish power, some knowing that in the final analysis this power may even turn against them. A little power, it teems, is not enough for some people. They must have more, ' sometimes to the point where it becomes destructive against the welfare of all concerned. In an underdeveloped region, it seems, the quest for political power is much more intense. They say there is a basic reason for this. First of all, it is easier to climb politically in an area of unrest than it is to climb scientifically and scholarly. The emotions are sensitive and the conscience is easily pricked where there has not been enough food, and necessary living items to go around. But there is vast danger in living under the political whip, even in a country as wealthy as ours. Here, the more decent and enlightened elements of the community, shun away from politics, and the rough, the crude and often the ruthless take the helm. These elements not only control the political structure of the community, they control the institutions within that community. As long as they ore in power, no one is free, not even those to who control. Bui try selling this to people who have already become drunk with emotions and sick with prejudice. Political autocracy, the force at the top, no matter how crude, often shapes the thinking, conditions the attitudes and dictates, even the kind of newspapers one may read if that force becomes fully entrenched. We can point to examples, many of them here in the South, especially since the Supreme Court's decision against public school segregation. There have been liberals, and still many of them who have run into a shell, hid themselves away, shunning the light of reality. Not only ore they afraid to speak out, they are afraid to associate themselves in the least, with the liberal elements of any community for fear of reprisals. It's the result of pressure, which has its origin at the top level of political hirarchy, surpassing all that may be in its wake. You may call its McCarthyism or Russian Communism, wherever there is too much power entrenched in the hands of the ruthless, the whole community stands in danger. The consequences are apalling. Newspapers, the channels of communications, the institutions of learning, all become subordinate to the political whip. Men are afraid to think freely, they-tremble, they shudder at the voice of the political demagogue. His word is low, not the Constitution. The real danger comes not through scholarship, the scientific mind and freedom of the individual, but through the political machinery, especially when in the hands of the ruthless, the over-ambitious and the vastly ill-informed. Such is just as dangerous for America as it is for South East Asia. THE NATIONS CAPITAL The civl lrig issue has developed into a two-ring circus at the Capitol. Performing in one ring is Senator James O. Eastland, of Mississippi, chairman of the Senate Judiciary Committee and eight Attorneys. General from Confederate States. About to begin their performance in another ring are some specimens from the biggest collection of racebaiters of any Congressional committee. The House District of Columbia Committee has 25 members — 14 Democrats and 11 Republicans. Of the 14 Democrats 11 are from Confederate States, two of them from Mississippi. The committee chairman is Representative John L. McMillan of South Carolina One of the member is Representative John Bell Williams of Raymond. Miss. who can out-demagogue Eastland. Williams has levelled the same type of attack at the Supreme Court and colored people as has Eastland, except that he Include in his diatribes all of the old tripe about colored people being more criminal and more diseased than whites. Another member is Representative James C. Davis of Stone Mountain, Ga He is an ex-Klansman. He is more vicious than Williams because he is more intelligent. Other Southern Democrats on the House. District commitee are Representaives. Oren Harris, Arkansas; Thomas G. Abernethy, Miss.; Howard W. Smith, Va.; Olin D. Teague, Texas; James E. Morrison, La.; Tom Sneed, Okla.; Woodrow W. Jones, NC.; and J. T. Rutherford, Tex The three Northern Democratic members are Representatives Arther G. Klein, New York; William L Dawson. Illinois, and Roy W. Wier, Minnesota. Of the 11 Republicans, one is Representative. Joel T. Broyhill of Virginia and another is Representative DeWitt S. Hyde of Maryland. Broyhill represents the tenth district (Northern Virginia), which is fairly liberal. The district in January voted against a constitutional convention for changing the Virginia constitution to permit public funds to be used to pay he tuition of children whose parents object to their attending mixed schools or in counties where public schools are abolished rather than integrated. But one would never know from Broyhill's attitude that he represents a liberal district. He is a segregaionist The House District Committee the other day voted to set up a fivemember special subcommittee to investizate afflicted 'lowered standards" in the District of Columbia public schools and "juvenile delinquency" here. So far, only one committee member. Mr. Weir has sounded off in opposition to the investigation. Wlliams, in pushing for the investigation, was mad because the Board of Education refused to give him some racial statistics he had requested. House leaders are Speaker Sam of Texas. Representative John W. McCorma of Massachuetts the M leader and Reorestive Carl Albert of Okalho the Majority Whip. If the House leadership permits politics to be injected into the District of Columbia public schools because the District of Columbia compiled immediately with the Supreme Court deci against sgated Schools here—let the Confederates Have their field day. But the voters of the country should be informed of how and why votelegs District of Columbia is being kicked around by District as a political football. District of Columbia public schools are responsible to Congress like all other agencies of the District of Columbla government Congress appropriates funds for their operation and maintenance. The Superintendent of Schools and members of the Board of Education must appear before Senate and House Appropriations Committees to justify their requests for funds. Senator John C. Stennis of Mississippi is chairman of the Senate District of Columbia Appropriations subcommittee. Stennis' attitude on segregation is dentical with that of Easland, Williams and Davis. But Stennis is a gentleman and has refrained from abusive language in his discussions of the Supreme Court decisions against segregated schools. At recent hearings conducted by Stennis and Senator Everett M Dirksen, Republican, of Illinois. Dr Hobart M. Corning, Superintendent of Schools, testified that children differ in all respect in native ability, academic achievement, physical development and stamina, and social and economic background. With records before him of several classes taken more or less at random, which he said could be duplicated over and over again in Washington, Dr. Corning cited as a typical classroom a class in one school that has 41 children in it. Of the 41, he said, live are emotionally maladjusted, two of them to such an extent that they are recommended for clinical treatment; 18 are very slow learners, three requiring remedial reading, one extremely mainourished, three are especially gifted, 20 are of average ability, two apparrently are neglected in the home and come to school hungry; three of them are of definite behavior problems, one presents a serious attendance problem; nine of them have not responded to any of the motivation and seem completely disinterested in what goes on in school, and five are extremely immature. "Now, that teacher with 41 chidren has to adjust not only her direct teaching but all of her dealing with those children to all of those varying differences which exist among those children and it just cannot be done with that many children," said Dr. Corning Porter School Cafeteria was the etting for the lovely banquet honorng Mrs. Floyd J Johnson, retiring from the Memphis City School system last Monday night. A large number of Porter faculty members, out-of-town guests and friends were present extending best wishes to the honoree on the occasion of her retirement alter 44 years of teaching. Mr. L. V. Johnson was toastmaster for the impressive affair, Faculty members rendering musical selections were: Mrs. Omega H. Shelton and Mr. L. V. Johnson, solos; Miss. H. D. Purnell and Mrs. H. M. Harris instruments. Miss. I. A. Greenlee presented a very beautiful orchid corsage to the honoree. An original reading, entitled "appreciation" was given by Mrs. E. D. Elrod. Other participants who paid tribute to the worth and contributions of Mrs. Johnson were: Mr. R. B. Thompson, Porter principal: Miss ucile Hansborough, supervisor and former co-worker; Mrs. Effie Flagg, retired Porter teacher Mrs. L. E. Brown, Miss Pytte S. Bolden, former co-worker, and Dr. A. M. Townsend of Nashville. Tenn. Mrs G. M. Bumpus retiring Porter PTA president, presented a State PTA Life Membership pin to the honoree. Mrs. M. L. Cox climaxed this part of the program with an eloquent rendition of "This Is Your Life" which was a resume' of her school, church and social achievement and activities. Mrs. B. A. E Calloway presented the gifts which included a set of sterling silver from Porter faculty and other gifts. A special arrangement of "Let Us Call You Sweetheart" was the parting selection. Mrs. W. M. Outlaw, banquet chairman and her committee received many compliments on such a brilliant affair. The honoree and guests are pictured around the beautifully decorated guest table in the Porter School Cafeteria Monday night. Left to right seated are: Mr. R. B. Thompson, principal of Porter School, Mrs. G. M. Bumpus, Porter PTA president; Miss Pyttee S Bolden, former Porter teacher, Mrs. Eflie Flagg, retired Porter teacher. Left to right standing are: Mrs R. B. Thompson, Mrs. M. I. Bentley and Mrs. Sadie Guy, both retired Porter teachers. Dr. A. M. Townsend. Nashville. Tennesee, father of the honoree: Mrs. Georgia Atkins, secretary of Metropolitan Baptist Church. Dr. L. A. Johnson, husband of the horonee, Mrs. F. J. Johnson, honoree. Mrs. Sadie Banks Chicago, Ill. sister of the honoree, Mrs. S. A. Owen. Mrs. Sammie Tate, Nashville. Mrs. Ruth Reeves, Mrs. Mattie Purgeson, Chicago, Illinois Miss Lucile Hansborough, supervisor Memphis City Schools. Mrs. L. E. Brown, and Mrs. Susie Davis, retired Porter teacher, now residing in Chicago, Illinois. RETIREMENT BANQUET HONOR MRS. F. J. JOHNSON Porter School Cafeteria was the etting for the lovely banquet honorng Mrs. Floyd J Johnson, retiring from the Memphis City School system last Monday night. A large number of Porter faculty members, out-of-town guests and friends were present extending best wishes to the honoree on the occasion of her retirement alter 44 years of teaching. Mr. L. V. Johnson was toastmaster for the impressive affair, Faculty members rendering musical selections were: Mrs. Omega H. Shelton and Mr. L. V. Johnson, solos; Miss. H. D. Purnell and Mrs. H. M. Harris instruments. Miss. I. A. Greenlee presented a very beautiful orchid corsage to the honoree. An original reading, entitled "appreciation" was given by Mrs. E. D. Elrod. Other participants who paid tribute to the worth and contributions of Mrs. Johnson were: Mr. R. B. Thompson, Porter principal: Miss ucile Hansborough, supervisor and former co-worker; Mrs. Effie Flagg, retired Porter teacher Mrs. L. E. Brown, Miss Pytte S. Bolden, former co-worker, and Dr. A. M. Townsend of Nashville. Tenn. Mrs G. M. Bumpus retiring Porter PTA president, presented a State PTA Life Membership pin to the honoree. Mrs. M. L. Cox climaxed this part of the program with an eloquent rendition of "This Is Your Life" which was a resume' of her school, church and social achievement and activities. Mrs. B. A. E Calloway presented the gifts which included a set of sterling silver from Porter faculty and other gifts. A special arrangement of "Let Us Call You Sweetheart" was the parting selection. Mrs. W. M. Outlaw, banquet chairman and her committee received many compliments on such a brilliant affair. The honoree and guests are pictured around the beautifully decorated guest table in the Porter School Cafeteria Monday night. Left to right seated are: Mr. R. B. Thompson, principal of Porter School, Mrs. G. M. Bumpus, Porter PTA president; Miss Pyttee S Bolden, former Porter teacher, Mrs. Eflie Flagg, retired Porter teacher. Left to right standing are: Mrs R. B. Thompson, Mrs. M. I. Bentley and Mrs. Sadie Guy, both retired Porter teachers. Dr. A. M. Townsend. Nashville. Tennesee, father of the honoree: Mrs. Georgia Atkins, secretary of Metropolitan Baptist Church. Dr. L. A. Johnson, husband of the horonee, Mrs. F. J. Johnson, honoree. Mrs. Sadie Banks Chicago, Ill. sister of the honoree, Mrs. S. A. Owen. Mrs. Sammie Tate, Nashville. Mrs. Ruth Reeves, Mrs. Mattie Purgeson, Chicago, Illinois Miss Lucile Hansborough, supervisor Memphis City Schools. Mrs. L. E. Brown, and Mrs. Susie Davis, retired Porter teacher, now residing in Chicago, Illinois. Suspicious Package Is Just "Peachy" Clarence Stewart got a peachy scare last week when he claimed a heavy parcel at a south side postal station. The parcel, postmarked Utica Miss., bore the return address of Stewart's grandmother Mrs. Harriett Stewart of Edwards Miss. "Grandma don't write that well." said Stewart who also noted the discrepancy between the postmark and the return address. He told his story to a postal clerk who summoned postal inspectors who called Sgt Hugh McQuaid of the detective bureau bomb squad. The package was opened with care in a large vacant lot. Inside were three dozen peaches. "I guess someone addressed the package for Grandma." Stewart chuckled as he headed for home. FOXES OF HARROW STAR IN "THE OKLAHOMAN" Verna Felton last week was signed for a top supporting role in "The Oklahoman," which is being produced by Walter Mirisch with Joel McCrea, Vanessa Brown, Gloria Talbott and Brad Dexter in the star roles. Also added to the cast of the Cinemascope film which Francis D. Lyon is directing are Stan-Jolley, Adam Williams, Mimi Gibson and Harry Lautar. THE QUICKSILVER POOL Newly married Lora accompanies her husband. Wade Tyler, to his family home on Staten Island after nursing him back to health from a serious wound he received while fighting as a Union soldier. She meets Wade's autocratic mother. Amanda Tyler, and Jemmy, son of Wade and his dead first wife. Virginia. Amid the glowing tension between Wade's mother and Lora, the bride learns that Virginia died by drowning in a pond near the Tyler home. Lora finds Wade mourning for Virginia and asks him to tell her what she was like. After learning more of Wade's earlier life, Lora promises Jemmy a surprise for Christmas. The surprise Is a puppy despite the opposition of Wade's mother to having pets in the house. Lora makes the acquaintance of Mrs. Morgan dunning and begins to learn of the relationship between her and the Tylers including the fact that Virginia was her sister. For her first big social even in her new surroundings, Lora makes her own party dress. CHAPTER TWELVE IN FULL confidence Lora rustled down the hall In her new gown and waited while Jemmy tapped upon Wade's door. He came to open it in his ruffled evening shirt, already looking the elegant gentleman, even In shirtsleeves and with his crutch under one armpit. "I can't see you out there in the dark," he said. "Come in here where there's light." There were two lamps burning in his room and the firelight added its own rosy glow. She stepped into the illumined area and waited again. Oh, dear, she thought — these men! Now she would be subjected to another slow scrutiny that would keep her in a state of anxiety before approval could be given. How foolish to have hoped that his eyes would light immediately, that he would show astonshed admiration. He was of course, fully accustomed to ladies in ball gowns, while she had never owned so fine a dress before. He wasted no time on the slow study Jemmy had given her. He took one close look and then swung himself toward the door. "Suppose we go downstairs and show mother. She'll know whether it's right or not." Right? A sudden uneasiness touched her. Why shouldn't it be right? She picked up the skirts carefully lest they brush against the stairs and went down ahead of Wade. Jemmy came behind, a scowl between his dark, young brows. As she went into Mrs. Tyler's sitting-room, Lora tried to curve her lips in a smile. A look of gloom would never make her seem a lady dressed for a party. Stand there," said Mrs. Tyler, pointing. "Put your shoulders back — don't slump. Turn around. . . no, not so fast, Turn slowly." With her heart beating in her throa, Lora turned in an agoniingly slow circle beneath Mother Tvler's critical gaze. When she had come full circle the old lady spoke one sharp word. "Dowdy!" the said. Lora turned to Wade, her eyes wide with shock, but he shook his head at her unhappily. "I'm afraid she's right, Lora, I'm terribly afraid—" "Of course I'm right," Mrs. Tyler said. "You can't take her to Mrs. Lord's looking like a trump. I knew she should never touch the material herself." Lora could feel the flood of crimson sweep upward into her face. She felt u t t e r l y humiliated ashamed. In her ignorance she had thought this dress finer than any she had ever seen. She had added her own little dressmaking touches of velvet and lace, believing that she created beauty. It was Jemmy who broke the unhappy silence. "I think she looks fine," he said stoutly "I think she'll be the prettiest one at the whole party." Wade went upstairs and returned. She looked up then through her tears and saw that he was holding over his free arm a magnificent gown of pale green brocaded taffeta. Even flung in a heap on his arm it breathed perfection in every careful scam, in the draping and heavy scallops of pale lace. Obviously this gown was a masterpiece of its kind. "That's my mother's dress," cried Jemmy. Wade ignored him. "It came from Paris, Lora. Why not try it on?" She looked away from the gown quickly. "I—I never could wear green. It makes me look sallow." "At least it will not make you look like a frump." said Mrs. Tyler. "You're too thin for it, of course, but go put it on and let's have no more nonsense. You wanted to go to this party, didn't you?" Lora knew that she could not say that she didn't want to go now. not if she had to wear Virginia's dress. She could not say that everything had been spoiled that she had wanted to go as herself, in a gown that she felt became her and that was her own. Such contradictory actions could not be explained away with words. She rose limply to her feet. Jemmy blocked the door. "You can't wear my mother's dress! You're not my mother. I won't let you wear it!" His grandmother pointed a lencing finger at him. "That will be enough from you, young man. Go to your room it once." Lora could not even rouse herself to come to Jemmy's defense. She went to her husband and took the green dress from his arm. The moment she touched it Jemmy stormed out of the room and ran clattering up the stain. They heard the distant slam of the door, and Mrs. Tyler, shook her head. "The boy to becoming incorrigi ble. You have been spoiling him Lora." Lora made no answer. She carried the dress into the hall and up the stairs. In her own room her fingers ripped at the hooks she had sewed so lovingly to the garnet-red bodice. She pulled the dress off evershly, let it fall in a bright heap on the floor. It was only something for the rag bag now. She would never put it on again. The green gown pulled at her ringlets as it went over her head, but she hardly noticed. Nothing seemed important or even very real. She moved like a puppet, indifferently. The dress had tiny cap sleeves and a bodice far more immodest than she had ever worn. Before she went downstairs her fingers sought the garnets at her throat. They felt hard beneath her fingers, and at then touch her will to jet returned. She looked at Wade as she entered the room and saw the quick veiling of his eyes. What had he expected? Had he thought that because she wore this dress she would become Virginia? All desire to weep was gone and two spots of color burned high in her cheeks. Not the bright hue of excitement now. Her blood coursed dark and angry in her veins. "It's not perfect." Mrs. Tyler said "you don't till it out enough, but the length is right. And at least you will look as Mrs. Wade Tyler should look. But take off those garnets. I have my jewel case here and we can find something more suitable." The old lady opened a case of black leather arid selected a strand of pearls from a tray lined with green velvet. Lora shook her head, strong in her silent anger. "I will wear my garnets." she said quickly. "They are mine." She met Mrs. Tyler s gaze without faltering and it was the old woman's eyes which dropped first. "No matter," Mrs. Tyler said. "Though pearls would go better with the green At any rate, see if you can find rings that will fit your fingers." Lora's hands were sturdy and not slim of knuckle like Mrs. Tyler's. and she found only one ring of sapphires and diamonds that would go over the fourth finger of her right hand. As she slipped it on she glanced again at Wade. "Won't someone recognize this dress?" she asked. He shook his head. "I think not, It was worn—only once or twice, Well, now that you are a lady of fashion and are to have your party after all, we must Hurry and get ready." He itemed to rouse himself, make a visible effort at cheeriness. He patted her hand kindly. "What a child you are. All those stormy tears over a mere party." She managed a mile, but she did not explain what the could not entirely understand herself. There had been more behind her tears than disappointment over a gown and a party. There had been a reaching for some intangible thing which had only escaped her. MY WEEKLY SERMON Believe in yourself. You are a spiritual powerhouse. You can do all things through Christ who gives you strength. Believe in people, even though at times they disappoint us. Believe in people, and people will believe in you. It is great it is heart-warming to possess a knowledge that people believe in you. It is a wretched soul that says, "Nobody believes in me Nobody cares for my soul." Remember, Jesus cares for and believes in you. Jesus sees the best in you. Jesus believes in men and women, and even little children. Sometimes He is disappointed, but He keeps on believing. Jesus believes in men and women. Therefore He founded His Kingdom, His church, upon the belief that men and women, boys and girls, would respond to His gospel and that He could trust them. Jesus believed in people and so loved people that He gave His all for the least and lowliest of mankind ..the thief, the harlot, the murderer, the adulterer. Jesus Christ believes in you despite the hidden things, the sordid, the ugly, the shameful things in your life. You and I must not disappoint Him. We can't let Jesus down. When on earth we watch Jesus pushing away the rubble, the debris the dirt so that the beautiful flowers of real love may have the wind and rain and sunshine of His love. And today His spirit is striving likewise with you and me. Deep under the refuse the debris, the trash of yonder life are seeds of saintlines. Jesus sees the possible in you. Luther Bank said: "Every weed is a potential flower. Jesus Christ says: "Every individual is a potential saint." Jesus always sees the best in you. Just a spark of goodness but Jesus sees it. He saw it in Mary Magdalene, her hair down on her shoulder, the sign of a prostitute, spurned by everyone. Said Jesus, "her signs are many," then He added, "but site loved much." No doubt because she loved much and craved to be loved, and not finding the real thing she sells herself for a substitute love to choose who love her body but crush the lovely things of her soul Yes, Jesus believed in Mary. The woman of Samaria at the well, a lair, a polgyamist.... Jesus believed in her and she told the whole city of the Saviour Jesus. Jesus believed in the crusty old tax-collector. Matthew, no doubt a corrupt politician but Jesus believed in Matthew and Matthew gave us the gospel. Jesus believed in Zaccheus a mean little money lender who was figuratively and literally a tree But Jesus saw in him virtue. Jesus sees in you and me the person I will be. Jesus believes In humanity and He wants us cleansed and redeemed. It took the cross to do it. He believed in us to the terrible tragic degree of dying on the cross. Let us look into the fare of Jesus and see mirrored in Jesus' eyes and the face the face of you and me the person you were meant to be. JESUS BELIEVES IN YOU TEXT: John 1:—42 Believe in yourself. You are a spiritual powerhouse. You can do all things through Christ who gives you strength. Believe in people, even though at times they disappoint us. Believe in people, and people will believe in you. It is great it is heart-warming to possess a knowledge that people believe in you. It is a wretched soul that says, "Nobody believes in me Nobody cares for my soul." Remember, Jesus cares for and believes in you. Jesus sees the best in you. Jesus believes in men and women, and even little children. Sometimes He is disappointed, but He keeps on believing. Jesus believes in men and women. Therefore He founded His Kingdom, His church, upon the belief that men and women, boys and girls, would respond to His gospel and that He could trust them. Jesus believed in people and so loved people that He gave His all for the least and lowliest of mankind ..the thief, the harlot, the murderer, the adulterer. Jesus Christ believes in you despite the hidden things, the sordid, the ugly, the shameful things in your life. You and I must not disappoint Him. We can't let Jesus down. When on earth we watch Jesus pushing away the rubble, the debris the dirt so that the beautiful flowers of real love may have the wind and rain and sunshine of His love. And today His spirit is striving likewise with you and me. Deep under the refuse the debris, the trash of yonder life are seeds of saintlines. Jesus sees the possible in you. Luther Bank said: "Every weed is a potential flower. Jesus Christ says: "Every individual is a potential saint." Jesus always sees the best in you. Just a spark of goodness but Jesus sees it. He saw it in Mary Magdalene, her hair down on her shoulder, the sign of a prostitute, spurned by everyone. Said Jesus, "her signs are many," then He added, "but site loved much." No doubt because she loved much and craved to be loved, and not finding the real thing she sells herself for a substitute love to choose who love her body but crush the lovely things of her soul Yes, Jesus believed in Mary. The woman of Samaria at the well, a lair, a polgyamist.... Jesus believed in her and she told the whole city of the Saviour Jesus. Jesus believed in the crusty old tax-collector. Matthew, no doubt a corrupt politician but Jesus believed in Matthew and Matthew gave us the gospel. Jesus believed in Zaccheus a mean little money lender who was figuratively and literally a tree But Jesus saw in him virtue. Jesus sees in you and me the person I will be. Jesus believes In humanity and He wants us cleansed and redeemed. It took the cross to do it. He believed in us to the terrible tragic degree of dying on the cross. Let us look into the fare of Jesus and see mirrored in Jesus' eyes and the face the face of you and me the person you were meant to be.