Memphis World Memphis World Publishing Co. 1959-06-03 Thaddeus T. Stokes MEMPHIS WORLD AMERICA'S STANDARD RACE JOURNAL The South's Oldest and Loading Colored Semi-Weekly Newspaper Published by MEMPHIS WORLD PUBLISHING CO. Every WEDNESDAY and SATURDAY at 546 BEALE — Ph. JA. 6-4030 Member of SCOTT NEWSPAPER SYNDICATE W. A. Scott, II, Founder; C. A. Scott, General Manager Entered in the Post Office at Memphis, Tenn. as second-class mail under the Act of Congress, March 1, 1870 THADDEUS T. STOKES Managing Editor SMITH FLEMING Circulation Manager SUBSCRIPTION RATES: Year $5.00 — 6 Months $3.00 — 3 Months $1.50 (In Advance) The MEMPHIS WORLD is an independent newspaper — non-sectarian and non-partisan, printing news unbiasedly and supporting those things it believes to be of interest to its readers and opposing those things against the interest of its readers. Needed A Federal Anti-Lynch Law The withdrawal of the Federal Bureau of Investigation from the Poplarville, Miss, mob-lynch case clearly demonstrates the need for anti-lynching legislation. It is recognized that the agency did an exhaustive investigation into the death of Mack Charles Parker, but found no evidence that federal law was violated. Undoubtedly the FBI was working in a limited area of authority. It is commendable that its findings have been made available to Gov. James H. Coleman. It is unmistakeably clear that the power of the FBI must be broadened to deal with mob violence. Congress must act speedily to give the Department of Justice the right to seek federal indictments of those who would take the law in their own hands. It is recognized that already the FBI has moved far beyond the 1946 Monroe, Ga., lynching in its investigative methods. It has turned over the names of suspects implicated in the lynching to the governor. Mississippi could serve the cause of justice and decency by summoning a special grand jury to study the FBI's findings. It would bolster the state's sagging prestige in the United Stales as well as throughout the civilized world. When four persons were lynched in Monroe, no names were ever brought to light in the case. In this latter case identity: of the alleged mob leaders is known. Forthright action should be taken to bring the persons named before a grand jury and then to trial if the evidence warrants it. President Eisenhower has held a firm hand over the Poplarville atrocity. He, from the outset, demanded swift actions in ferretting out the evidence and naming the guilty parties. Now that his design has materialized, it is purely up to the state of Mississippi to take the ball to its proper goal. Sen. Lyndon Johnson, House Speaker Sam Rayburn, GOP leaders Charles A. Halleck and Everett M. Dirksen we hope, will take the lead in enacting civil rights legislation to wipe out the disgrace of Poplaryille. President Eisenhower and Atty. Gen. William P. Rogers acted wisely in putting the investigative arm of the government into action to ferret out the lynch-mob. What is needed now, is wider jurisdiction to handle such crimes. This can be obtained through an anti-lynch law with teeth. Lynching ought to be a federal crime. A Tale Of Two Monkeys Cape Canaveral, Florida and our missile prowess enter unprecedented history as two monkeys became the first primates to survive a space flight. They rode 300 miles above the earth in a Jupiter missile's nose cone Thursday and survived. the history-making 1,500 mile flight unharmed. Thusly, that was an interesting chapter in history when a Navy tug recovered the nose cone and its sealed capsules containing the monkeys from the sea off Antigua Island. The two female monkeys by now should be ready to enter the movies and assert their claim for one of the most thrilling epics of time. Charles Richard Darwin, might come in far a reappraisal for-that awful bad taste in linking man with the monkey. There is a wonder now if the monkey has not at last robbed man of what many have longed to rate — the survival of such a dangerous feat; the guinea pig of what may some day be the beginning of one of the greatest revolutions since creation. At any rate, two monkeys have gone on and made the grade man is still pondering over. Not All The Time, Faubus The defeat of Arkansas Governor Oval Eugene Faubus in the Little Rock recall of three extreme segregationists from the school board reminds one of an old adage: "You can fool some of the people some of the time, but not all of the people all of the time." Orval Faubus had gone on state-wide radio and television immediately before the recall and called On the citizens of Little Rock to retain the three segregationists, despite the fact that they had ousted forty-four school teachers in the city system. The Arkansas governor had warned that if the three "moderates" on the board were not removed, conditions could develop again in Little Rock similar to mob violence which occurred in September of 1957. The people of Little Rock answered the Faubus plea by slapping him in the face by overwhelmingly ousting the segregationists while keeping, the-moderates. It is now evident that the citizens of Little Rock and of Arkansas are finally catching on to Governor Faubus' game and are not willing to suffer any longer to further his political career. And that was about the only thing that Orval Faubus had in mind when he called out the State Guard in the fall of 1957 to defy a federal court order and to manufacture' violence where, clearly, there had been none. Further bent on furthering his political career, Orval Faubus closed down all four Little Rock high schools in the fall of 1958, robbing thousands of students of a year of accredited education, further blackening the name of the city and making it taboo for new industry, which the city has not received because of his-selfish actions. Unfortunately, Orval Faubus would continue to reap political gain at the expense of Little Rock citizens. But the defeat of his three school board cronies indicates that Arkansas El fed up with his cock-eyed sense of values, and is near the point where most of them will realize that he has been their worst enemy. WISHING WELL: Registered U. S. Patent Office. HERE is pleasant little game that will give you a message every day. It is a numerical puzzle designed to spell out your fortune. Count the letters in your first name. If the number of letters is 6 or more, subtract 4. If the number is less than 6, add 3. The result is your key number, Start at the upper left-hand corner of the rectangle and check every one of your key numbers, left to right. Then read the message the letters under the checked figures give you. SEEING and SAYING By WILLIAM FOWLKES World's Managing Editor THE NEWS from Poplarville, Miss., brings back memories! THE FBI has identified the lynchers of Mack Charles Parker, and gotten out of the case because of "lack of jurisdiction:" Gov. Coleman is leaving the evidence up to a county grand jury, now slated to meet In November. The "suspects, who admitted they took Till because he "wolf-whistled" at one of their wives, already had been acquitted of murder over in Tallahatchie County. But, there in Leflore County where Till's grandfather lived the night they got the boy, there had been some insistence that the suspects be indicted and tried, Some of the better white Leflore countians were indignant about this crime of the night. The grandfather testified to the grand jurors that these were the men who knocked on his door and said they had come for the boy from Chicago. There were others who swore to the "sovereign citizens' body" that the accused men were the ones who had kidnaped, abducted and taken away poor Emmett Till in the dead of the night, heading down the dark road toward the river and the spot where his body was later found. That was the body the defense had contended could have been anybody's body, all bloated up and out of shape, but identified by ring and Till's mother. IT'S AN OLD story now. The Greenwood Leflore county grand jury didn't indict the accused men for anything, although the sheriff and many others said they confessed they-took the boy or were seen while taking him from his grandfather's home in the middle of the night. They just wouldn't! Does anybody guess that Poplarville will be differently than the "aristocrats" of rich Leflore county? Another Mississippi Case By WILLIAM FOWLKES World's Managing Editor THE NEWS from Poplarville, Miss., brings back memories! THE FBI has identified the lynchers of Mack Charles Parker, and gotten out of the case because of "lack of jurisdiction:" Gov. Coleman is leaving the evidence up to a county grand jury, now slated to meet In November. The "suspects, who admitted they took Till because he "wolf-whistled" at one of their wives, already had been acquitted of murder over in Tallahatchie County. But, there in Leflore County where Till's grandfather lived the night they got the boy, there had been some insistence that the suspects be indicted and tried, Some of the better white Leflore countians were indignant about this crime of the night. The grandfather testified to the grand jurors that these were the men who knocked on his door and said they had come for the boy from Chicago. There were others who swore to the "sovereign citizens' body" that the accused men were the ones who had kidnaped, abducted and taken away poor Emmett Till in the dead of the night, heading down the dark road toward the river and the spot where his body was later found. That was the body the defense had contended could have been anybody's body, all bloated up and out of shape, but identified by ring and Till's mother. IT'S AN OLD story now. The Greenwood Leflore county grand jury didn't indict the accused men for anything, although the sheriff and many others said they confessed they-took the boy or were seen while taking him from his grandfather's home in the middle of the night. They just wouldn't! Does anybody guess that Poplarville will be differently than the "aristocrats" of rich Leflore county? Mississippi Governor that "those of us acquainted with the administration of criminal law know what a six months' delay can do." He said It could "nullify" prosecution. Discussing the FBI report, Coleman said he was on "touchy legal ground" and did not feel he should make the information public. The governor also said he did not wish, to "shadow box" with the unnamed government sources who said the FBI had given him the names of the lynch mob members. Coleman appeared before the subcommittee to testify about pending civil rights bills. But much of his two - hour appearance was taken up with questions about the lynching. Rev. Love Reveals point." He obtained a bachelor of arts degree from Roger Williams College and also a bachelor of theology from the same college. He has also done advanced study at Columbia University in New York five summers. He received a Doctor of Divinity (honorary) from Natchez College. He said the successful operation of his church for 32 years has given him good administrative knowhow. He said his executive ability has been obtained by leading the Baptist Pastors' Alliance for 23 years. He is also a trustee of Owen College and Griggs Business College, secretary of the Baptist General Association for 25 years, vice chairman of the Baptist Training Union Board 10 years, and on the advisory board of Mutual Federal Savings and Loan "Association and others. Negro Sought 1956. "All that was needed was a single gesture of firm and courageous leadership in behalf of law and order — and the danger would be gone," Blossom comments. "Where that leadership would have to originate was now obvious. The integration of Central High School was no longer, a local problem. The segregationist leaders had succeeded in their strategy, of building it into a state problem, with repercussions throughout the nation. Governor Faubus had tried desperately to confine integration to a local issue and had promised to support whatever policy was adopted in each school district. "But he had wavered and faltered under segregationist pressure and had been maneuvered into a political corner." Thomas Heads First (Continued from Page One) in charge of the floor show. Also lending a big hand in making the reunion a tremendous success were Mrs. Ann Lawrence Hall, president of the Memphis chapter, and Elmer L. Henderson, vice president of the chapter. The day opened with a general assembly which was presided over by Robert M. Ratcliffe, executive secretary of the alumni. Mrs. Helen Shelby was in charge of music, the Rev. E. W. Williamson of Oliver Baptist Church said the prayer, and short inspirational talks were made by Mrs. Hall, Mrs. Lockard and Mr. McLemore. This session was followed by a coffee-coke break. Later the classes got together and discussed I plans for a bigger LeMoyne. At the same time, the steering committee was in session. Members of this body in attendance were Mr. McLemore, LeRoy Van Johnson, Mrs. Hall, Mr. Thomas. Mr. Ratcliffe, Miss Simon. Mr. Lewis, Mr. Turpin and Miss Murphy. Following the taing of a group picture, the bbdy assebled in The Commons for lunch. Following lunch, the general alumni association was organized. Luncheon speaker was Dr. E. J. Ortman of Santa, Ana, Calif., a former president of LeMoyne and the man credited with taking the necessary steps that enabled the school to become a college Dr. Ortman was accompanied by Mrs. Ortman. He delivered a stirring address that cheered the older graduates and gave newer grads a better knowledge of the college. Inspiring remarks also were offered by President Hollis F. Price Miss. Alma C. Hanson, retired treasurer of the college and now superintendent of grounds, introduced Dr. Ortman. She was given a standing ovation by-those assembled. Dr. Walter W. Gibson, acting dean of the college, brought greetings to the alumni, and musical numbers were rendered, by LeRoy Van Johnson and Mrs. Annie M Greene. EX-PRESIDENT ORTMAN (Continued from Page One) in charge of the floor show. Also lending a big hand in making the reunion a tremendous success were Mrs. Ann Lawrence Hall, president of the Memphis chapter, and Elmer L. Henderson, vice president of the chapter. The day opened with a general assembly which was presided over by Robert M. Ratcliffe, executive secretary of the alumni. Mrs. Helen Shelby was in charge of music, the Rev. E. W. Williamson of Oliver Baptist Church said the prayer, and short inspirational talks were made by Mrs. Hall, Mrs. Lockard and Mr. McLemore. This session was followed by a coffee-coke break. Later the classes got together and discussed I plans for a bigger LeMoyne. At the same time, the steering committee was in session. Members of this body in attendance were Mr. McLemore, LeRoy Van Johnson, Mrs. Hall, Mr. Thomas. Mr. Ratcliffe, Miss Simon. Mr. Lewis, Mr. Turpin and Miss Murphy. Following the taing of a group picture, the bbdy assebled in The Commons for lunch. Following lunch, the general alumni association was organized. Luncheon speaker was Dr. E. J. Ortman of Santa, Ana, Calif., a former president of LeMoyne and the man credited with taking the necessary steps that enabled the school to become a college Dr. Ortman was accompanied by Mrs. Ortman. He delivered a stirring address that cheered the older graduates and gave newer grads a better knowledge of the college. Inspiring remarks also were offered by President Hollis F. Price Miss. Alma C. Hanson, retired treasurer of the college and now superintendent of grounds, introduced Dr. Ortman. She was given a standing ovation by-those assembled. Dr. Walter W. Gibson, acting dean of the college, brought greetings to the alumni, and musical numbers were rendered, by LeRoy Van Johnson and Mrs. Annie M Greene. Parker's Death ion with these words: "Who ever put this black mark on us could not have done more violence to our institutions if they had dynamited the Capitol," Sen. Douglas said the FBI withdrawal demonstrated the need for a federal anti - lynching law. Sen. John sparkman D-Ala. disputed this. "There is one lynching in a number of years," he said. "To pass a law to prevent something as infrequent as that doesn't make sense. I'm convinced that Gov. Coleman will use every recourse to solve the crime." Virginia Liberals sis. A battle royal is raging-in several P-TA groups in Virginia, over desegregation in Richmond, Norfolk, Petersburg, and other Virginia cities, the Defenders are trying to put their members in key posts or the organizations. A Defender was elected last week as president, of the Norfolk P-TA council and Immediately representatives of four member P-TA's walked out of the meeting. Opposition is mounting in several Virginia communities as parents slowly realize that the Defenders are out to wreck the public school system rather than submit to desegregation. For Gov. Marvin Griffin of Georgia threw fat into the fire last week in his address at the banquet of the Defenders when he made it crystal clear that he would favor no public schools in Virginia or any other state of the South, rather than have whites and Negroes attend public schools together. Policeman safety. But Davis performed the most meaningful act when he carried three children to safety. The youngsters would have undoubtedly, perished in the flame. After Davis had rescued them, and others, he noticed three young men at a fourth-floor window gutted with smoke. He feared that they might jump. So the cop again dashed into the building, ran up the steps, and guided them to safety. Also recommended for citations were two firemen who aided Davis in rescuing others from the building. They are Firemen William Dunworth, 32, and Frank Kroll, also 32 Dunworth directed a woman from the building and carried out her two children, and Kroll rescued another woman and her child. Davis is a father of seven children. Guides to safety safety. But Davis performed the most meaningful act when he carried three children to safety. The youngsters would have undoubtedly, perished in the flame. After Davis had rescued them, and others, he noticed three young men at a fourth-floor window gutted with smoke. He feared that they might jump. So the cop again dashed into the building, ran up the steps, and guided them to safety. Also recommended for citations were two firemen who aided Davis in rescuing others from the building. They are Firemen William Dunworth, 32, and Frank Kroll, also 32 Dunworth directed a woman from the building and carried out her two children, and Kroll rescued another woman and her child. Davis is a father of seven children. TAX MEASURE APPROVED The Senate has approved a bill to establish a permanent formula for the taxation of life insurance companies income at a level that averages 75 per cent higher than what they paid last year. The differences between this bill and a stiffer one passed, by the House in February will be worked out by a conference committee of members from each body. Major league attendance, dips 15 per cent. Sanity Tests and C. H. Cronick, both of the hospital staff. Walker ordered the sheriff to take Collinsworth, 23-year-old father of two children, to the hospital June 1 and return, him here June 5 or after the psychiatrists complete their examination. Trial for the four youths was set for June. 10. Indicted with Collinsworth were-Patrick Scarborough, 20, David Beagles. 18, and Ollie Stoutamire, 16. The court set the examination after allowing Collinsworth's attorney use insanity as a defense. The attorney said he was not contending the youth was incompetent to stand trial, but will rely on a defense Collinsworth was insane at the time of the crime. NOT BY GUNS ALONE By E.M. Barker © 1958, E. M. Barker: published by arrangement with Paul R. Reynolds & Son; distributed by King Features Syndicate. FOR SOME minutes Slade Considine had been hearing the low mumbling uh-uh-uh-uh sounds of impending battle and known what it meant. He cut his horse down through the thick spruce and r timber at a zigzagging run. Up on the opposite hillside, he could see fat, red Herefords put up their heads, bawl, and then come stringing down the humans following the call of a fire siren. A little below them, in the trail, a tall, rangy-bodied, spotty-shanked roan longhorn stood disputing kingship with a heavy-meated, thick - shouldered Hereford bull. Slade swore. He kicked his horse into an even faster run to get within sixgun range, intending to shoot the big scrub longhorn with the Walking K brand on him—and the consequences be damned. It looked like the same big roan of old lady Kilgore's that had fought and killed one of his uncle's expensive high-bred buils only a week ago. And then he saw something else—a slender girl on a brown horse in the trail watching the fight. This made him swear again, What business did this girl—who, ever she was—have hanging around a bull fight? He yelled at her to get out of there. She looked at him briefly, "then turned her attention back to the bulls. Shuttling down through the trees as fast as he could come, Slade saw that Her horse was acting ringy, tossing his head plainly alarmed, but the girl was holding him with a firm hand. The longhorn bull pawed dirt, showering clods and gravel upon his own shoulders, while the Hereford answered the challenge with a veritable fog of hoof-lifted dust. Now the big whiteface sidled forward, mumbling low in his throat. For a moment the two stood watching each other warily, their great heads swinging slowly, stiffly from side to aide. On level ground they would have circled, each maneuvering for a chance to ram a deadly horn through his enemy's vitals, but here the hillside was too steep. On the narrow trail they could only join battle head on. Suddenly, as if someone had blown a signal whistle, they both lunged forward. Their hard skulls came together with a thump that seemed to jolt the mountainside. Still not down out of the trees, and still way out of sixgun range. Slade saw the girl's home quiver and fight his head, again trying to turn and run, apparently having a lot more sense, or at least a lot more bull savvy, than his slender rider. Slade yelled again, but this time the girl didn't even turn her head. For seconds then there was little action. The throaty rumblings were silenced. The bulls' heads seemed locked together, their hoofs dug hard into the rocky earth, and their thick shoulder muscles bulged as each threw his full weight into striving to throw the other off balance. Out in more open country, with room for maneuvering, the longhorn's agile legs and splendid lighting heart would probably have had an advantage, but here it was purely a question of weight and strength, and the big whiteface had it. Slowly the longhorn gave way. A yard . . . two yards. . . . Slade groaned, and swore in desperation, Suddenly the fight was "over! As agile as a buck deer, the longhorn whirled and went running back down the trail at blind, headlong speed, straight toward the horse and rider. The girl's horse reared frantically against the tight rein. Slade was down in the open quickly, racing across the open meadow. At her horse's lunge Slade saw the girl lose a stirrup. The pony reared again, turning as on a pivot, his front feat high toward the hillside. The girl grabbed desperately for the horn, and missed it when he gathered his muscles and jumped into a run as panicked as the bull behind him. Slade had his gun out now, but he wasn't gaining much on the bull. He saw the girl sway in the saddle, toward the downhill side, and then she fell, doubled up and rolling, not an instant too soon, as the two big bulls, heedless of anything in their path, thundered past. The creek was a good twenty feet below the trail, and it was rocky going all the way. The girl grabbed futilety for shrub or rock, but her clutching fingers only clawed loose a shower of pebbles and fine rocks to come tumbling down after her. Slade slipped his gun back in the hoister, his intention to shoot the bull momentarily forgotten. If the girl didn't get killed or hurt from the fall she was out of danger now. She had rolled into the creek. Slade saw her stagger to her feet and fall, again. This time she seemed to have struck her head on a boulder, for she lay still, her face barely turned out of the water. Slade jumped off his horse, ran to her and lifted her out of the water. Her eyes fluttered dazedly open. "Hurt bad, ma'am?" She shook her head, gulped, tried to speak, then just shook her head again. With her in his arms Slade started back across the creek, hopping from one big rock to another. In mid-stream he paused, teetering, precariously on a rock that swayed then slid out from under him. With a grunt he sat down. Swearing a little under his breath, he got to his feet again, hoisted the girl to a more secure position, and waded the rest of the way across. It wasn't a very big creek, but it was deep enough to squash in over his boot-tops with every step. He laid the girl down on dry meadow grass, and reached in his pocket for matches. But when he found them, he looked at them ruefully and tossed them away. The girl sat up shivering. She clamped her jaws tight together and tried to keep her teeth from chattering, but it was no use. She was soon shaking all over. "Pretty darn cold?" She shook her head and tried to smile. "N-n-not s-s-so v-vvery." It didn't sound convincing. Slade took a worried look at her blue lips and started across the meadow on a run toward the horse he had left, rein-anchored by a willow clump. In a couple of minutes he was back. He untied a yellow slicker from the back of the saddle, lifted the girl to her feet and wrapped it around her. She shook her head again. "You're w-w-wet too. You t-t-take it." He smiled a little at that. "I've got on chaps. They keep the wind out. Here, put your foot in the stirrup and I'll give you a hand up. I'll take you to my uncle's house. It's not far." "What about my livery stable, horse?" "He'll head back for Barrancas. I'll send word in that you are all right so there won't be anybody worried over the empty saddle." He swung up behind her. Heading toward home, the pony broke into an easy swinging trot. Slade put his arms around her, and sensibly, like a cold, lonesome kitten she leaned back against him, her chilled body finding comfort in his warmth and strength. © 19 with R. Reynolds & Son, Distr. by King Features Syndicate. CHAPTER 1 By E.M. Barker © 1958, E. M. Barker: published by arrangement with Paul R. Reynolds & Son; distributed by King Features Syndicate. FOR SOME minutes Slade Considine had been hearing the low mumbling uh-uh-uh-uh sounds of impending battle and known what it meant. He cut his horse down through the thick spruce and r timber at a zigzagging run. Up on the opposite hillside, he could see fat, red Herefords put up their heads, bawl, and then come stringing down the humans following the call of a fire siren. A little below them, in the trail, a tall, rangy-bodied, spotty-shanked roan longhorn stood disputing kingship with a heavy-meated, thick - shouldered Hereford bull. Slade swore. He kicked his horse into an even faster run to get within sixgun range, intending to shoot the big scrub longhorn with the Walking K brand on him—and the consequences be damned. It looked like the same big roan of old lady Kilgore's that had fought and killed one of his uncle's expensive high-bred buils only a week ago. And then he saw something else—a slender girl on a brown horse in the trail watching the fight. This made him swear again, What business did this girl—who, ever she was—have hanging around a bull fight? He yelled at her to get out of there. She looked at him briefly, "then turned her attention back to the bulls. Shuttling down through the trees as fast as he could come, Slade saw that Her horse was acting ringy, tossing his head plainly alarmed, but the girl was holding him with a firm hand. The longhorn bull pawed dirt, showering clods and gravel upon his own shoulders, while the Hereford answered the challenge with a veritable fog of hoof-lifted dust. Now the big whiteface sidled forward, mumbling low in his throat. For a moment the two stood watching each other warily, their great heads swinging slowly, stiffly from side to aide. On level ground they would have circled, each maneuvering for a chance to ram a deadly horn through his enemy's vitals, but here the hillside was too steep. On the narrow trail they could only join battle head on. Suddenly, as if someone had blown a signal whistle, they both lunged forward. Their hard skulls came together with a thump that seemed to jolt the mountainside. Still not down out of the trees, and still way out of sixgun range. Slade saw the girl's home quiver and fight his head, again trying to turn and run, apparently having a lot more sense, or at least a lot more bull savvy, than his slender rider. Slade yelled again, but this time the girl didn't even turn her head. For seconds then there was little action. The throaty rumblings were silenced. The bulls' heads seemed locked together, their hoofs dug hard into the rocky earth, and their thick shoulder muscles bulged as each threw his full weight into striving to throw the other off balance. Out in more open country, with room for maneuvering, the longhorn's agile legs and splendid lighting heart would probably have had an advantage, but here it was purely a question of weight and strength, and the big whiteface had it. Slowly the longhorn gave way. A yard . . . two yards. . . . Slade groaned, and swore in desperation, Suddenly the fight was "over! As agile as a buck deer, the longhorn whirled and went running back down the trail at blind, headlong speed, straight toward the horse and rider. The girl's horse reared frantically against the tight rein. Slade was down in the open quickly, racing across the open meadow. At her horse's lunge Slade saw the girl lose a stirrup. The pony reared again, turning as on a pivot, his front feat high toward the hillside. The girl grabbed desperately for the horn, and missed it when he gathered his muscles and jumped into a run as panicked as the bull behind him. Slade had his gun out now, but he wasn't gaining much on the bull. He saw the girl sway in the saddle, toward the downhill side, and then she fell, doubled up and rolling, not an instant too soon, as the two big bulls, heedless of anything in their path, thundered past. The creek was a good twenty feet below the trail, and it was rocky going all the way. The girl grabbed futilety for shrub or rock, but her clutching fingers only clawed loose a shower of pebbles and fine rocks to come tumbling down after her. Slade slipped his gun back in the hoister, his intention to shoot the bull momentarily forgotten. If the girl didn't get killed or hurt from the fall she was out of danger now. She had rolled into the creek. Slade saw her stagger to her feet and fall, again. This time she seemed to have struck her head on a boulder, for she lay still, her face barely turned out of the water. Slade jumped off his horse, ran to her and lifted her out of the water. Her eyes fluttered dazedly open. "Hurt bad, ma'am?" She shook her head, gulped, tried to speak, then just shook her head again. With her in his arms Slade started back across the creek, hopping from one big rock to another. In mid-stream he paused, teetering, precariously on a rock that swayed then slid out from under him. With a grunt he sat down. Swearing a little under his breath, he got to his feet again, hoisted the girl to a more secure position, and waded the rest of the way across. It wasn't a very big creek, but it was deep enough to squash in over his boot-tops with every step. He laid the girl down on dry meadow grass, and reached in his pocket for matches. But when he found them, he looked at them ruefully and tossed them away. The girl sat up shivering. She clamped her jaws tight together and tried to keep her teeth from chattering, but it was no use. She was soon shaking all over. "Pretty darn cold?" She shook her head and tried to smile. "N-n-not s-s-so v-vvery." It didn't sound convincing. Slade took a worried look at her blue lips and started across the meadow on a run toward the horse he had left, rein-anchored by a willow clump. In a couple of minutes he was back. He untied a yellow slicker from the back of the saddle, lifted the girl to her feet and wrapped it around her. She shook her head again. "You're w-w-wet too. You t-t-take it." He smiled a little at that. "I've got on chaps. They keep the wind out. Here, put your foot in the stirrup and I'll give you a hand up. I'll take you to my uncle's house. It's not far." "What about my livery stable, horse?" "He'll head back for Barrancas. I'll send word in that you are all right so there won't be anybody worried over the empty saddle." He swung up behind her. Heading toward home, the pony broke into an easy swinging trot. Slade put his arms around her, and sensibly, like a cold, lonesome kitten she leaned back against him, her chilled body finding comfort in his warmth and strength. © 19 with R. Reynolds & Son, Distr. by King Features Syndicate. Missionary Cites World's Task Of Helping Africa A young woman who has didicated her life to "being a bridge between cultures" recently announced "that it is up to the Christian Church, at home and abroad, to develop intercultural understanding "at a deeper level." She is Miss Mary Dewar, Chatham, N, J., Congregational Christian missionary to Angola, Africa and formerly to North China. Miss Dewar who was the principal speaker before the annual retreat of the Chicago Congregational Christian Women's Fellowship. Community Center Foundation of Palos Park, also said, "You'll never bridge the misunderstandings that grow between people of different cultures, until you bring them all into one family." "The task of the African Mission, she said, is to train indigenous leadership - doctors, nurses, teachers, agriculture workers, ministers - to serve their people as . "whole human beings. These humans are helped to see they don't need to feel inferior and can have their own self respect." she added. "After being nobody as a group for years and years, the African wants to be somebody. This also is true in the United States," she declared. "Contrasting village Africans in Angola before and after introduction of Christianity to their lives, Miss Dewar said that "before," faces are "full of suspicion, distrust, fear. The people unually are malnourish ed, often unhygienic, living in rural slum conditions, without sanitation or schooling. There is nothing to live for except the day to day grind." The Christian in his village' on the other hand, is "alert, cheerful, has an open, friendly countenance. He is healthier, so he looks well nourished and his skin is in good condition and clean. He has a better house, is better dressed, has some education and a purpose in life." CITES TASK A young woman who has didicated her life to "being a bridge between cultures" recently announced "that it is up to the Christian Church, at home and abroad, to develop intercultural understanding "at a deeper level." She is Miss Mary Dewar, Chatham, N, J., Congregational Christian missionary to Angola, Africa and formerly to North China. Miss Dewar who was the principal speaker before the annual retreat of the Chicago Congregational Christian Women's Fellowship. Community Center Foundation of Palos Park, also said, "You'll never bridge the misunderstandings that grow between people of different cultures, until you bring them all into one family." "The task of the African Mission, she said, is to train indigenous leadership - doctors, nurses, teachers, agriculture workers, ministers - to serve their people as . "whole human beings. These humans are helped to see they don't need to feel inferior and can have their own self respect." she added. "After being nobody as a group for years and years, the African wants to be somebody. This also is true in the United States," she declared. "Contrasting village Africans in Angola before and after introduction of Christianity to their lives, Miss Dewar said that "before," faces are "full of suspicion, distrust, fear. The people unually are malnourish ed, often unhygienic, living in rural slum conditions, without sanitation or schooling. There is nothing to live for except the day to day grind." The Christian in his village' on the other hand, is "alert, cheerful, has an open, friendly countenance. He is healthier, so he looks well nourished and his skin is in good condition and clean. He has a better house, is better dressed, has some education and a purpose in life." Labor Leaders To Be Feted In Chicago Four labor leaders and three organizations will be among those cited by the Chicago Branch NAACP at the Freedom Fund Dinner, June 12, according to branch president, Theodore A. Jones. The labor leaders include James Kemp, president of 189, Building Service Employees Union and a member of the executive board of the Chicago Federation of Labor; Willis A. Thomas, secretary-treasurer of Local 356, Walters Bartenders, Waitresses and Cooks Union and a vice president of the State AFL—CIO, and Lucius Love an international representative of the Steeloworkers. The PRAYER FOR TODAY FROM The Upper Room Every one helps his neighbor, and says to his brother, "Take courage." (Isaiah 41:6.) PRAYER: Dear God, our Father, we would be neighbors to those who need our help today. Create within us a keener sensitivity, a deeper awareness, of the needs of our brothers. Use us as instruments to build a friendly, peaceful world. In Christ's name. Amen. Kasper's 'Double' Object Of Abuse No doubt about it, the citizens of this city who once looked with favor upon race agitator John Kasper, have turned against the New Jersey segregationist. Proof of this came about last weed when an insurance agent, who unfortunately for him, looked like Kasper, moved to town with his family. Shortly after his arrival from West Palm Beach, Florida, William E. Myers, agent for the Independent Life Insurance Co., noticed the odd actions of the local citizens. Strange noises were heard in the night near his home, lights were flashed in his windows, and when he walked along the streets he was aware of the intense scrutiny. When told of Kasper's activities, and when asked about "your racebaiting friends", Myers issued the following statement: "We came to Clinton to make our home. As I said, I've never heard of Kasper. I'm not interested in segregation or in integration, but in selling insurance to support my family." MEMPHIS WORLD Want Ad Information REPAIR SERVICE REMODEL—REPAIR—PAINT ADD-A-ROOM BUSINESS WOMEN — SELL NEWSBOYS WANTED GET TOUR VITAMINS REPAIRS HELP WANTED — FEMALE HELP WANTED MALE - FEMALE HOMES FOR SALE FOR SALE FOR SALE HOUSEHOLD GOODS FOR SALE 2 ½ ACRES OF LAND FOR SALE CAFE FOR SALE FOR SALE NEWLY CONSTRUCTED HOMES