Memphis World Memphis World Publishing Co. 1959-03-25 Thaddeus T. Stokes MEMPHIS WORLD The South's Oldest and Leading 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 mall 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. Time To Clean Up And Paint Up With the coming of sunny skies and balmy days, it is but natural to the home lover to turn attention to cleaning up and painting those faded wares about the premises which contribute to the unseemliness of the dearest spot on earth — the home. The American people are homerhakers and home lovers; they believe in home ownership, and this government, happily has placed home ownership within the reach of most of those who desire a home. Dame Nature is doing her part in awakening the sleepy grass, putting green on the budding trees and spreading the glory and beauty of spring blossoms about the yards and fields. Moreover, there have come the blissful balmy days of spring, the merriest season of the year, and it is now your time to do your part. Clear out all that rotten wood, termite haunts where disease germs breed and make unseemly where God and nature have placed you in a sacred mission here on this good earth. A little paint about the home and the church would betray your inward passion. It would say to those about you what is ever whispering in your ears from within and would nominate you for a leading role in your community's beautification. Now is the time to plant that flower bed, dig up that garden row and paint up those worn and faded places about your premises. This is the only world that you know; do your part in making it inviting and an inducement to those who worry about somewhere to live. Clean up — paint up! Radar's Historic Contact With Planet Venus In our own good time we have lived to hear reports of man's first successful attempt to contact a planet in outer space and receive some sort of reply. While this contact was months ago, with the long space of time for the hoary heads and busy brain to do some minute computation, there might be within the grasp of man additional data suggesting what was included in the deep mysteries unfolding through these advanced and superior gadgets that man has contrived. Whether telescopian reflexes from the missile sent out, or a return from those "minute men" on the planet, remains for time to unfold. At any rate, from the President of the United States down, congratulations are pouring in on those master minds who will receive credit for having been first to signal a response to an earth made gadget. Mighty and masterful is the mind of man. Thusly, history will set Thursday night as the date of receipt of the report that a radar signal bounced off Venus for a space round trip of 56 million miles, the first two-way contact with any celestial body — beyond the moon. The Lincoln Laboratory of the Massachusetts Tech will receive the citation for this major historic break through of the space age. Maybe a cold war, following closely on the heels of two hot wars, might be credited for these vast researches, one seeking to outdo the other, on the part of nations vying for superiority in a missile age. However, if and when the world knows a peaceful era, a reign of complacent quietude, much can be gained in the line of health, economics, education and brotherhood through these improved and modernized mediums of contact and communication. Let man, with his mighty mind, measure, up to the moral and spiritual obligation thrown within his grasp through modern means of contact and communication. SENTENCE SERMONS 2. In these days of great uncertainty, man is looking for security. and when certain individuals think they have something startling to offer, it is then, their deep secret they begin to uncover. 3. But being fallible and so prone to error, he is still in the category of a wayfarer ... day by day seeking some new way to live, and when found, seeks only profit, and not freely to give. 4. Nevertheless, there were some men of old and also in tills day who have taught by example that there is one safe, way; that way is the sign of the Cross, whose conqueror is Christ, and all who put ham Lincoln was well aware of this their trust in Him, need never fear when faced with the Civil War, and nor feel chagrin. 5. O' there will be some human misgiving, but the satisfaction is in knowing that our God is everliving, and that Christ is with Him, our needs to supply and our interests. His, even after we die. 6. No wonder old Job could live here on earth and when pains wrecked his body, knew he could boast of an eternal berth, and even be healed, and his years extended until his God was prefectly ready to have them ended. 7. Yes we can be absolutely sure, when Christ is at our side, and He with us can peacefully abide; Abra his interlocutors asked "Is Go on our side"; we all know his answer, for in God he did confide. 8. Only God and Daniel knew Heaven's terms that would bring him through, when faced with vicious lions and no other food in view; it was then some close-up magic touch, meant to him so very. much. 9. Just so too, you can be sure, with Christ, the only begotten Son, and God the Father, who leaves nothing righteous undone; for "His purpose ripen fast, unfolding every hour ... the bud may have a bitter taste, but sweet will be the flower." 10. Who now, this same Savior's love cannot feel, when one so selfrighteous, stubborn, and steeped in sin as Saul, did definitely yield, and cried. 'For I am persuaded, that neither death, nor life, nor angels, nor principalities, nor powers, nor things present, nor powers, nor things present, nor depth, nor any other creature, shall be able to separate us from the love of God, which, is in Christ Jesus our Lord." 11. My what a challenge to these who are not "sure", for the new Paul was determined to leave nothing obscure... and now all who are lost and want to be found, can "be sure", with Paul's Christ and have peace abound. 12. All other things will pass away, deteriorate and decay, but with Christ atone, all of His followers can definitely "be sure", for His Word and Spirit will eternally endure. You Can Be Sure - With Christ 2. In these days of great uncertainty, man is looking for security. and when certain individuals think they have something startling to offer, it is then, their deep secret they begin to uncover. 3. But being fallible and so prone to error, he is still in the category of a wayfarer ... day by day seeking some new way to live, and when found, seeks only profit, and not freely to give. 4. Nevertheless, there were some men of old and also in tills day who have taught by example that there is one safe, way; that way is the sign of the Cross, whose conqueror is Christ, and all who put ham Lincoln was well aware of this their trust in Him, need never fear when faced with the Civil War, and nor feel chagrin. 5. O' there will be some human misgiving, but the satisfaction is in knowing that our God is everliving, and that Christ is with Him, our needs to supply and our interests. His, even after we die. 6. No wonder old Job could live here on earth and when pains wrecked his body, knew he could boast of an eternal berth, and even be healed, and his years extended until his God was prefectly ready to have them ended. 7. Yes we can be absolutely sure, when Christ is at our side, and He with us can peacefully abide; Abra his interlocutors asked "Is Go on our side"; we all know his answer, for in God he did confide. 8. Only God and Daniel knew Heaven's terms that would bring him through, when faced with vicious lions and no other food in view; it was then some close-up magic touch, meant to him so very. much. 9. Just so too, you can be sure, with Christ, the only begotten Son, and God the Father, who leaves nothing righteous undone; for "His purpose ripen fast, unfolding every hour ... the bud may have a bitter taste, but sweet will be the flower." 10. Who now, this same Savior's love cannot feel, when one so selfrighteous, stubborn, and steeped in sin as Saul, did definitely yield, and cried. 'For I am persuaded, that neither death, nor life, nor angels, nor principalities, nor powers, nor things present, nor powers, nor things present, nor depth, nor any other creature, shall be able to separate us from the love of God, which, is in Christ Jesus our Lord." 11. My what a challenge to these who are not "sure", for the new Paul was determined to leave nothing obscure... and now all who are lost and want to be found, can "be sure", with Paul's Christ and have peace abound. 12. All other things will pass away, deteriorate and decay, but with Christ atone, all of His followers can definitely "be sure", for His Word and Spirit will eternally endure. WISHING WELL Registered U. S. Patent Office. H is a pleasant little game that will give you a message every day. It is a numerical puzzle designed to spell put 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' Managing Editor THAT AFRICA IS seething with unrest and determination for freedom is natural! And, one day "Ethiopia will come unto her own!" BUT, DO NOT think for once that these new African leaders are hot aware that in this great age of technology and atomic disintegration they need help from the outside. One gets this admission and point of view from every African visitor to our shores. They want to know how to build the modern plants, to harness the great sources of energy, to produce a full flow of goods to satisfy their own markets and those of the outside world. They are aware that they live on the second largest of the continents, that from the northern to the southern tip of their big "ice cream cone" there is to be found every climate, every type of earth and mineral, water and oil to produce every need of earth's little man. NEVERTHELESS, they are not relying on past history to make up for the present. These black boys of Africa, though varying in cultured ways of the West, are part of a great dynamic force for freedom. They are going to get it! Great Britain is giving it to them gradually, keeping her technicians and administrators on the scene to protect her interests. Remaining nations will follow suit. The United States is in there, giving technical advice, training and money, as a means of winning out over Russia. These are fateful days for Africa, which has a burning desire to be free and equal in world affairs. Her Unrest Is Natural By WILLIAM FOWLKES World' Managing Editor THAT AFRICA IS seething with unrest and determination for freedom is natural! And, one day "Ethiopia will come unto her own!" BUT, DO NOT think for once that these new African leaders are hot aware that in this great age of technology and atomic disintegration they need help from the outside. One gets this admission and point of view from every African visitor to our shores. They want to know how to build the modern plants, to harness the great sources of energy, to produce a full flow of goods to satisfy their own markets and those of the outside world. They are aware that they live on the second largest of the continents, that from the northern to the southern tip of their big "ice cream cone" there is to be found every climate, every type of earth and mineral, water and oil to produce every need of earth's little man. NEVERTHELESS, they are not relying on past history to make up for the present. These black boys of Africa, though varying in cultured ways of the West, are part of a great dynamic force for freedom. They are going to get it! Great Britain is giving it to them gradually, keeping her technicians and administrators on the scene to protect her interests. Remaining nations will follow suit. The United States is in there, giving technical advice, training and money, as a means of winning out over Russia. These are fateful days for Africa, which has a burning desire to be free and equal in world affairs. PET RECIPES Is there anything that tastes better with a cup of coffee than a fresh hot bread, warm from the oven and rich with caramel-nut topping? We have it often of our house because my PET Recipe for ROYAL PECAN RING is so easy and takes only 15 minutes to bake. The batter is a simple combination of biscuit mix, sugar and PET Evaporated Milk, which bakes sweet and light with a rich, melt-in-your-mouth flavor. Of course, only double-rich PET Milk adds that extra richness, extra nourishment you can't get with any other form of milk. You'll want to serve Royal Pecan Ring for breakfast, or when friends drop in for "a cup of coffee!" 1-3 cup pecan halves 1-4 cup melted butter or margarine 1-2 cup brown sugar 1 teasp. cinnamon 2 Tablesp. dark corn syrup 2 cups biscuit mix 1-4 cup sugar 2-3 cup PET Evaporated Milk Arrange pecans in bottom of wellgreased ring mold holding about 5 cups or 8-in. round cake pan. Mix butter, brown sugar, cinnamon and corn syrup and pour over pecans. In 1 1-2 qt. bowl, mix rest of ingredients just until biscuit mix is wet. With 2 tablespoons, drop mounds of dough to cover brown sugar mixture in ban. Bake near center of 425 oven (very hot) about 15 min., or until toothpick comes oat clean when inserted into ring. Cool in pan for 5 min. Turn upside down on plate, leaving pan over pecan ring, and cool 5 min. more. Lift pan offpecan ring. Serve warm. ROYAL PECAN RING Is there anything that tastes better with a cup of coffee than a fresh hot bread, warm from the oven and rich with caramel-nut topping? We have it often of our house because my PET Recipe for ROYAL PECAN RING is so easy and takes only 15 minutes to bake. The batter is a simple combination of biscuit mix, sugar and PET Evaporated Milk, which bakes sweet and light with a rich, melt-in-your-mouth flavor. Of course, only double-rich PET Milk adds that extra richness, extra nourishment you can't get with any other form of milk. You'll want to serve Royal Pecan Ring for breakfast, or when friends drop in for "a cup of coffee!" 1-3 cup pecan halves 1-4 cup melted butter or margarine 1-2 cup brown sugar 1 teasp. cinnamon 2 Tablesp. dark corn syrup 2 cups biscuit mix 1-4 cup sugar 2-3 cup PET Evaporated Milk Arrange pecans in bottom of wellgreased ring mold holding about 5 cups or 8-in. round cake pan. Mix butter, brown sugar, cinnamon and corn syrup and pour over pecans. In 1 1-2 qt. bowl, mix rest of ingredients just until biscuit mix is wet. With 2 tablespoons, drop mounds of dough to cover brown sugar mixture in ban. Bake near center of 425 oven (very hot) about 15 min., or until toothpick comes oat clean when inserted into ring. Cool in pan for 5 min. Turn upside down on plate, leaving pan over pecan ring, and cool 5 min. more. Lift pan offpecan ring. Serve warm. E. H. Crump Memorial students. Present enrollment at the nursing school includes 7 in the senior class, 6 in the junior class, and 11 in the freshman class. Medical students from Meharry College in Nashville are employed each summer as medical "interns" to assist doctors and nurses. There are tentative plans for a pediatrics residency program affillated with Meharry. A group of employees called the "Archers" recently financed—and equipped a playroom with furnishings for young patients at the hospital last August 29. The group consists of 20 persons. Justice Department a seven-point civil rights package, would enable federal author ities to arrest on the spot "people who have decided to take the law out of the hands of the court and place it into their own." Rogers said the administration proposals were "moderate, workable and necessary." He said they would provide a "more solid basis for continuing the outstanding advances in achieving our goal of full equality under the law for all people." Ten Killed death. The other men were crushed inside the car which was carried several yards further down the throughfare. Also killed instantly were Ernest Warren Davies, 21, of Atlanta, and Norman Lichter, 21, of Newark, N. J. Sanford D. Bodrow, 23, also of Newark, died at Flagler Hospital of injuries and a skull fracture. A number of passengers on the bus were uninjured and were transferred to another bus and resumed their trip. Trooper James C. McKinnon said the bus was a Toronto, Canada, limited enroute from Miami. "I don't think the bus driver even had time to apply brakes," McKinnon said. He said the driver apparently lost his way and thought the side road which led to the main highway was U. S. 1. The car was being delivered to Miami Beach, McKinnon said. Five of the 10 passengers who were taken to the hospital were released later after treatment for minor injuries. Among those treated and released were Mr. and Mrs. D. T. Cooper Buckhead, Ga., who suffered bruises and abrasions. TORONTO-MIAMI RUN death. The other men were crushed inside the car which was carried several yards further down the throughfare. Also killed instantly were Ernest Warren Davies, 21, of Atlanta, and Norman Lichter, 21, of Newark, N. J. Sanford D. Bodrow, 23, also of Newark, died at Flagler Hospital of injuries and a skull fracture. A number of passengers on the bus were uninjured and were transferred to another bus and resumed their trip. Trooper James C. McKinnon said the bus was a Toronto, Canada, limited enroute from Miami. "I don't think the bus driver even had time to apply brakes," McKinnon said. He said the driver apparently lost his way and thought the side road which led to the main highway was U. S. 1. The car was being delivered to Miami Beach, McKinnon said. Five of the 10 passengers who were taken to the hospital were released later after treatment for minor injuries. Among those treated and released were Mr. and Mrs. D. T. Cooper Buckhead, Ga., who suffered bruises and abrasions. THE DIRTY CROOKS Sheriff Lynn Norris arrested Willie Hampton recently on a charge of stealing a radio from an ice house in October. Hampton admitted the theft and took the sheriff to a vacant house where the radio had been hidden. It was gone, Norris said someone had stolen it from Hampton. MEMPHIS WORLD Want Ad Information Call JA. 6-4030 FOR RENT 171-73 BEALE REPAIR SERVICE REMODEL—REPAIR—PAINT ADD-A-ROOM SALESWOMEN WANTED BUSINESS WOMEN — SELL NEWSBOYS WANTED GET YOUR VITAMINS REPAIRS HELP WANTED — FEMALE FOR SALE HOUSEHOLD GOODS NEWLY CONSTRUCTED HOMES 3 BEDROOM BRICKS Gas Forced-Air Heat Immediate Possession See These Homes At EDWARDS & UNIVERSITY Open Daily Other Homes Available Terms To Suit Will Accept Trades FHA or Conventional Financing Agents: Phone JA 6-4317 or 1936 Chelsea BR 6-6194 MY WEEKLY SERMON By REV. BLAIR T. HUNT PASTOR MISSISSIPPI BLVD. CHRISTIAN CHURCH In churches of a liturgical slant, Sunday March 22, was known as Palm Sunday ... A reminder of that Sunday in Jerusalem in 30 A. D. when Jesus was about to say farewell to the world of flesh. Thousands, from every quarter ofthe Jewish world, had flocked to the Holy City, Jerusalem. It was the time of the Passover, the greatest celebration of the Hebrew race, commemorating that night when the Lord God Almighty smote the firstborn of Pharaoh's host, the Egyptians ... and yet passed harmlessly over the homes of the Israelites. Soft, balmy spring held sway over the ancient city. The birds were chirping. The little flowers were pointing their petals to the sky. Nature was warmly and tenderly kissing the hills and valleys. On that bright day, Jesus, sitting astride an unridden ass, a symbol of Jewish kingship, rode triumphantly to Jerusalem. When he appeared, thousands began to chant and shout with joy, crying, "Hossanna, blessed is He that cometh in the name of the Lord ... Hosanna in the highest." The mammoth, surging crowd was under a spell. Some cast their robes, their garments down on the dusty highway for Him to ride over. Others cut down green branches of the palm trees. These they waved Others strewed the ground with blankets of bouquets and wild flowers. The people had gone wild ... As if oh holy fire. Terror lurked in the breasts of the Pharisees and the upper classes. They were jealous, fearful. As Jesus moved through the city gates, the children took up the cry, "Hosanna to the Son of David." The blind, the halt, the cripple, came spilling with the crowd through the gates as best they could. The streets were carpeted with greenery, with palms, with flowers. The air was filled with shouts of "Hosanna." This was the world's first Palm Sunday, This was Jesus' last Sunday in the flesh of supreme popularity. Soon, in a few days, others were to cry, "crucify Him." So in life today, we have our day of praise, our days of condemnation, one day a crown ... the next a cross. What means it all to us today? Several ideas are expressed. Many lessons are learned from it. Just three or four may we mention. First: Disciples, we Christians, must prepare the way for Jesus ... "He has need of us." Jesus cannot march triumphantly into the lives of men and women unless we who are Christians, go before and blaze a path. Second: This preparatory service is costly ... It is a sacrificial cost. Things that are precious and dear to us, our time, our talents, our prayers, our energy, our money, must be the 'Jesus pathway'. Nothing is too costly to become a pathway for Jesus into human hearts. Third: It should be a pathway of beauty ... A pathway carpeted with a "carpet of star-dust spun from a loom ever spinning" ... So carpeted that humanity may see it as a pathway of peace and pleasantness. Fourth: It must be a procession of enthusiasm. "Hallelujah" and "amens" must fill the very air. Christians must be on holy fire: Christians must go wild in their enthusiasm for Jesus. Let not our shoutings evaporate. As long as we have breath, let us praise the Lord; Let us pray in the language of Ralph Cushman: "Set us afire, Lord: stir us we pray! While the world perishes, we go our way. Purposeless, passionless, day after day. Set us afire, Lord: Stir us, we pray!" PALM SUNDAY By REV. BLAIR T. HUNT PASTOR MISSISSIPPI BLVD. CHRISTIAN CHURCH In churches of a liturgical slant, Sunday March 22, was known as Palm Sunday ... A reminder of that Sunday in Jerusalem in 30 A. D. when Jesus was about to say farewell to the world of flesh. Thousands, from every quarter ofthe Jewish world, had flocked to the Holy City, Jerusalem. It was the time of the Passover, the greatest celebration of the Hebrew race, commemorating that night when the Lord God Almighty smote the firstborn of Pharaoh's host, the Egyptians ... and yet passed harmlessly over the homes of the Israelites. Soft, balmy spring held sway over the ancient city. The birds were chirping. The little flowers were pointing their petals to the sky. Nature was warmly and tenderly kissing the hills and valleys. On that bright day, Jesus, sitting astride an unridden ass, a symbol of Jewish kingship, rode triumphantly to Jerusalem. When he appeared, thousands began to chant and shout with joy, crying, "Hossanna, blessed is He that cometh in the name of the Lord ... Hosanna in the highest." The mammoth, surging crowd was under a spell. Some cast their robes, their garments down on the dusty highway for Him to ride over. Others cut down green branches of the palm trees. These they waved Others strewed the ground with blankets of bouquets and wild flowers. The people had gone wild ... As if oh holy fire. Terror lurked in the breasts of the Pharisees and the upper classes. They were jealous, fearful. As Jesus moved through the city gates, the children took up the cry, "Hosanna to the Son of David." The blind, the halt, the cripple, came spilling with the crowd through the gates as best they could. The streets were carpeted with greenery, with palms, with flowers. The air was filled with shouts of "Hosanna." This was the world's first Palm Sunday, This was Jesus' last Sunday in the flesh of supreme popularity. Soon, in a few days, others were to cry, "crucify Him." So in life today, we have our day of praise, our days of condemnation, one day a crown ... the next a cross. What means it all to us today? Several ideas are expressed. Many lessons are learned from it. Just three or four may we mention. First: Disciples, we Christians, must prepare the way for Jesus ... "He has need of us." Jesus cannot march triumphantly into the lives of men and women unless we who are Christians, go before and blaze a path. Second: This preparatory service is costly ... It is a sacrificial cost. Things that are precious and dear to us, our time, our talents, our prayers, our energy, our money, must be the 'Jesus pathway'. Nothing is too costly to become a pathway for Jesus into human hearts. Third: It should be a pathway of beauty ... A pathway carpeted with a "carpet of star-dust spun from a loom ever spinning" ... So carpeted that humanity may see it as a pathway of peace and pleasantness. Fourth: It must be a procession of enthusiasm. "Hallelujah" and "amens" must fill the very air. Christians must be on holy fire: Christians must go wild in their enthusiasm for Jesus. Let not our shoutings evaporate. As long as we have breath, let us praise the Lord; Let us pray in the language of Ralph Cushman: "Set us afire, Lord: stir us we pray! While the world perishes, we go our way. Purposeless, passionless, day after day. Set us afire, Lord: Stir us, we pray!" The New WAYNE D.OVERHOLSER Thriller THE LONE DEPUTY 1957, Wayne D. Overholser. From the novel published by The Macmillan Co., Distributed by King Features Syndicate. BARRY MADDEN was not in sight. Price asked, "Where's your dad, Laura?" "I don't know," she said. "He didn't come home after church." She put a hand to net throat, frightened eyes on Price. "What does it mean? What's going to happen?" "I don't know, except some people will get hurt, and your dad may be among em." He sat down beside the couch and turned his attention to Jean Potter. "How did you know about Cronin's lynching?" jean sat up. She put a hand to her forehead as if hoping it would help her to think, then he said, "I'd like to talk to you alone, Mr. Regan." "I'll fix some coffee," Laura said, and disappeared into the kitchen. As soon as she was gone, Jean told Price what had happened. Then she added. "It's Bruce I'm worried about, Mr. Regan He's always had a hard time. Ma never treated him good. It's too bad he was the one who had to be there when it happened. He's afraid of Ma. Maybe he'll never come back, but if he runs away they'll find and kill him." She lowered her head, fighting her tears, then she asked miserably, "Men like that would kill him if they found him, wouldn't they?" Price thought about Cole Weston, then about the Mohawk brothers. Only Red Sanders would have a weak stomach about things like that, and he'd be overridden by the others. "Yeah, they'd kill him." Price said, "if they knew he was there, but maybe they won't know that." "They'll hear," Jean said. "Ma gabs all the time. Soon as the neighbors come today, she'll tell them the whole story. Mr. Regan, can you find Bruce?" "It depends," he said. "I'11 try. That's all I can promise. Now there's one thing I want you to go back over. Bruce was hiding in a corner of the storeroom when a man came in though the back. The man had red hair?" She nodded. "That's right. Bruce don't know any of the cattlemen except a few of the cowboys like Curly Blue who bring calves to trade to Cronin. He—" "Wait a minute. You say some of the Rocking C cowboys brought calves to trade to Cronin. You're sure of that?" "Of course. They'd come to drink or play cards." She looked away. "I thought you knew." "How would I know?" he said angrily. "Nobody out there would talk to me. If they had, this wouldn't have happened." "I'm sorry, I guess we thought you were on the other side." "I'm not on any side," he said, "but I know what Cronin said about me and I guess your people believed him. Now let's go back to Bruce. He could recognize this redheaded man it he saw him again?" "Oh, yes. And he heard some of the talk. One man was called Cole. Another one Tom Pa said it would be Cole Weston and Mohawk, and the other man was probably Joe Mohawk." Price nodded. "That's likely who it was." He shook his head, realizing that anything Jean or her parents said in court would be hearsay evidence and that the boy Bruce was the key witness. Weston and the others hadn't known he was there or they wouldn't have ridden off the way they had and left him in the store They'd kill a boy, all right Even a woman, if it meant saving their hides. As Price stood up, Jean asked. "You're going to try to do something about this?" "Of course I'll try, but what I do depends on whether I can find Bruce." He called, "Laura." When she came into the room from the kitchen, he said, "I want Miss Potter to stay with you. I'm going to try to get her folks to come to town. It's too dangerous for them to stay there. Will you keep them here?" "Of course, if they'll stay." "Your dad will raise Cain, butI want to save their lives and I want them where I can put my hands on them." He turned to Jean. "It's important for you to stay here. You'll be safe. Do you understand?" "Yes." She swallowed with evident effort, "You think my folks are in danger?" "Yes I do, if Weston and his friends hear about Bruce and that he told you and your folks what he saw." He left the room, not realizing that Laura had followed him until she called his name. He turned in the doorway and she came to him. He saw the pulse beat in her temples, he felt her hands tremble when she lifted them to his shoulders. She asked. "Price, have you got to go ahead with this? I means, Cronin being the kind of man he was and all?" "Yes, I've got to go ahead." He sensed that now, with the show-down at hand, she had little real understanding of the problem he faced, that she was Laura the girl, not Laura the woman. He asked, "Which is the greater crime, stealing calves or taking a human life?" "Taking a life, of course, but ..." She was silent a moment her hands gripping his shoulders, then she said, "It's just that you're alone, Price. So terribly alone." He knew what she meant because he had felt it many timed since he'd come to Saddle Rock. Cole Weston controlled the thinking of those who lived on the grass: Barry Madden had almost as complete control over those who lived in town. Again he thought how important it was that Madden and Weston be forced apart, but it was not anything he could say to Laura. She would have to realize it herself. "I know how much I'm alone," he said, "except for you. I guess it's a good thing this happened before we were married. If you don't want to go ahead with it ..." "No, Price, no. I wish we were married now." He kissed her, letting her feel the desperate need he had of her. Then, their lips parted, he said, "I love you, Laura. I love you very much." He walked away, leaving" her standing in the doorway, her eyes following him as long as he was in sight. De Long had a team intched to the Potter wagon and Price's roan saddled by the time he reached the stable. Max Harker and Barry Madden were both there, Harker's cynical smile on his thin lips, Madden's face a little red but grimly determined, embarrassed, Price thought, because he was dead wrong and he knew it. "I hear Cronin met up with some rope justice," Harker said. "Rope murder," Price said. "Not justice. No man, even one as big as Cole Weston, has the right to decide justice." Price stepped into the saddle and looked down at Madden. The banker took a step forward, moistening his lips. He said, "Price, it's like we said in the bank yesterday morning. We don't like each other for exactly the reasons you gave, and I wouldn't be saying this if it wasn't for Laura. I wouldn't have held Weston off this long either. Laura loves you." He spread his hands. "I don't know why, but she does. If you get yourself killed, it's going to be hard on her. That's the only reason I'm saying this. Don't pick it up. Let it go. A man like Walt Cronin isn't worth it." "Barry," Price said, "I'd hate to have on my conscience what you've got on yours." He jerked his head at De Long. "Let's roll." Price rode through the doorway, the wagon creaking behind him. Madden and Harker standing there staring at him. Harker said, "Funny thing, Barry. I've been dying fop ten years and I don't have a damned thing to live for, but I haven't got the guts to do what he's doing. I'd say the odds are about a hundred to one against him." "Longer'n that," Madden said harshly, "and he doesn't have sense enough to see it. "Sense?" Harker wasn't smiling now. "No, Barry, you're wrong. He knows. It's not a matter of sense. It's something else, something I wish I had." CHAPTER 17 1957, Wayne D. Overholser. From the novel published by The Macmillan Co., Distributed by King Features Syndicate. BARRY MADDEN was not in sight. Price asked, "Where's your dad, Laura?" "I don't know," she said. "He didn't come home after church." She put a hand to net throat, frightened eyes on Price. "What does it mean? What's going to happen?" "I don't know, except some people will get hurt, and your dad may be among em." He sat down beside the couch and turned his attention to Jean Potter. "How did you know about Cronin's lynching?" jean sat up. She put a hand to her forehead as if hoping it would help her to think, then he said, "I'd like to talk to you alone, Mr. Regan." "I'll fix some coffee," Laura said, and disappeared into the kitchen. As soon as she was gone, Jean told Price what had happened. Then she added. "It's Bruce I'm worried about, Mr. Regan He's always had a hard time. Ma never treated him good. It's too bad he was the one who had to be there when it happened. He's afraid of Ma. Maybe he'll never come back, but if he runs away they'll find and kill him." She lowered her head, fighting her tears, then she asked miserably, "Men like that would kill him if they found him, wouldn't they?" Price thought about Cole Weston, then about the Mohawk brothers. Only Red Sanders would have a weak stomach about things like that, and he'd be overridden by the others. "Yeah, they'd kill him." Price said, "if they knew he was there, but maybe they won't know that." "They'll hear," Jean said. "Ma gabs all the time. Soon as the neighbors come today, she'll tell them the whole story. Mr. Regan, can you find Bruce?" "It depends," he said. "I'11 try. That's all I can promise. Now there's one thing I want you to go back over. Bruce was hiding in a corner of the storeroom when a man came in though the back. The man had red hair?" She nodded. "That's right. Bruce don't know any of the cattlemen except a few of the cowboys like Curly Blue who bring calves to trade to Cronin. He—" "Wait a minute. You say some of the Rocking C cowboys brought calves to trade to Cronin. You're sure of that?" "Of course. They'd come to drink or play cards." She looked away. "I thought you knew." "How would I know?" he said angrily. "Nobody out there would talk to me. If they had, this wouldn't have happened." "I'm sorry, I guess we thought you were on the other side." "I'm not on any side," he said, "but I know what Cronin said about me and I guess your people believed him. Now let's go back to Bruce. He could recognize this redheaded man it he saw him again?" "Oh, yes. And he heard some of the talk. One man was called Cole. Another one Tom Pa said it would be Cole Weston and Mohawk, and the other man was probably Joe Mohawk." Price nodded. "That's likely who it was." He shook his head, realizing that anything Jean or her parents said in court would be hearsay evidence and that the boy Bruce was the key witness. Weston and the others hadn't known he was there or they wouldn't have ridden off the way they had and left him in the store They'd kill a boy, all right Even a woman, if it meant saving their hides. As Price stood up, Jean asked. "You're going to try to do something about this?" "Of course I'll try, but what I do depends on whether I can find Bruce." He called, "Laura." When she came into the room from the kitchen, he said, "I want Miss Potter to stay with you. I'm going to try to get her folks to come to town. It's too dangerous for them to stay there. Will you keep them here?" "Of course, if they'll stay." "Your dad will raise Cain, butI want to save their lives and I want them where I can put my hands on them." He turned to Jean. "It's important for you to stay here. You'll be safe. Do you understand?" "Yes." She swallowed with evident effort, "You think my folks are in danger?" "Yes I do, if Weston and his friends hear about Bruce and that he told you and your folks what he saw." He left the room, not realizing that Laura had followed him until she called his name. He turned in the doorway and she came to him. He saw the pulse beat in her temples, he felt her hands tremble when she lifted them to his shoulders. She asked. "Price, have you got to go ahead with this? I means, Cronin being the kind of man he was and all?" "Yes, I've got to go ahead." He sensed that now, with the show-down at hand, she had little real understanding of the problem he faced, that she was Laura the girl, not Laura the woman. He asked, "Which is the greater crime, stealing calves or taking a human life?" "Taking a life, of course, but ..." She was silent a moment her hands gripping his shoulders, then she said, "It's just that you're alone, Price. So terribly alone." He knew what she meant because he had felt it many timed since he'd come to Saddle Rock. Cole Weston controlled the thinking of those who lived on the grass: Barry Madden had almost as complete control over those who lived in town. Again he thought how important it was that Madden and Weston be forced apart, but it was not anything he could say to Laura. She would have to realize it herself. "I know how much I'm alone," he said, "except for you. I guess it's a good thing this happened before we were married. If you don't want to go ahead with it ..." "No, Price, no. I wish we were married now." He kissed her, letting her feel the desperate need he had of her. Then, their lips parted, he said, "I love you, Laura. I love you very much." He walked away, leaving" her standing in the doorway, her eyes following him as long as he was in sight. De Long had a team intched to the Potter wagon and Price's roan saddled by the time he reached the stable. Max Harker and Barry Madden were both there, Harker's cynical smile on his thin lips, Madden's face a little red but grimly determined, embarrassed, Price thought, because he was dead wrong and he knew it. "I hear Cronin met up with some rope justice," Harker said. "Rope murder," Price said. "Not justice. No man, even one as big as Cole Weston, has the right to decide justice." Price stepped into the saddle and looked down at Madden. The banker took a step forward, moistening his lips. He said, "Price, it's like we said in the bank yesterday morning. We don't like each other for exactly the reasons you gave, and I wouldn't be saying this if it wasn't for Laura. I wouldn't have held Weston off this long either. Laura loves you." He spread his hands. "I don't know why, but she does. If you get yourself killed, it's going to be hard on her. That's the only reason I'm saying this. Don't pick it up. Let it go. A man like Walt Cronin isn't worth it." "Barry," Price said, "I'd hate to have on my conscience what you've got on yours." He jerked his head at De Long. "Let's roll." Price rode through the doorway, the wagon creaking behind him. Madden and Harker standing there staring at him. Harker said, "Funny thing, Barry. I've been dying fop ten years and I don't have a damned thing to live for, but I haven't got the guts to do what he's doing. I'd say the odds are about a hundred to one against him." "Longer'n that," Madden said harshly, "and he doesn't have sense enough to see it. "Sense?" Harker wasn't smiling now. "No, Barry, you're wrong. He knows. It's not a matter of sense. It's something else, something I wish I had." Returns To Face 425 Housing Violations Blanton Wyckoff, whose properties in Harlem have been cited by Building Department officials as having 425 violations, has voluntarily returned to the city from Teaneck, N. J. to face the charges. After some legal maneuvers Wyckoff waived extradition. Pending court appearance on March 23, Wyckoff was freed in $5,000 on parole for four criminal informations. District Attorney Frank S. Hogans' office stated that precedent was set in the Wyckoff incident because of the serious charges which had filed against the defendant's properties and his stubborn refusal to repair them. Albany State To Observe Founder's Day This year's observance of Founder's Day at Albany State College will for the first time in the history of the institution be held without the personal participation of the founder, the late Dr. J. W. Holley who died since last Founder's Day. Dr. Holley, although a native South Carolinian was educated in the schools of New England prior to returning South for the Founding of the Albany Bible and Manuel School in 1902 which later became the Albany State College. Founder Holley distinguished himself "as an Orator, writer, clergyman and educator. It is fitting, therefore, that for this commemoration, the Albany state College Staff Alumni and Students have invited for guest speaker, Dr. Frank Cunningham, President of Morris Brown College who, himself, is distinguished as a brilliant orator. Dr. Cunningham will address the Founder's Day audience at 10:00 a. m. Friday, April 3, 1959, in the Caroline Hall. Auditorium. Rep. Powell Joins Hospital Picket Line Congressman Adam O, Powell, Jr., has joined the picket line of Retail Drug Employees Local No. 1199 in front of Knickerbocker Hospital. The union is seeking bargaining recognition, claiming that maintenance and service employees earn only $30 per week. Congressman Powell also indicated that he would ask Mayor Robert Wagner to investigate "unhygienic and unsanitary conditions" at the hospital. Poland sentences former Nazi gauleiter to death.