Memphis World
Memphis World Publishing Co.
1950-09-12
Lewis O. Swingler

Source Of Family Trouble
Some of the psychiatrists are hard-headed, stubborn
boys.
They will tackle any problem and give you an answer
without wasting words in shading the question until it loses
forcefulness.
Now, what do you think is the greatest source of family 
trouble? This is a question that has wrecked romance,
blasted family life and disintegrated the home. In fact, it
is such a dangerous query that a cagey individual, male or
female, will pass it up almost without reading it.
Not so, however with keen psychiatrists. Recently, one
of them, right off the bat, and apparently without a thought
of his home-life, said: "The struggle between husband and
wife over who is going to be the 'boss', is the answer to the
query."
To add fuel to the fire, the man insists that "efficiency
in family life is best served by the dominance of one person." 
This will not cause much trouble in itself. Every member 
of the family will readily agree. The havoc begins when
somebody tries to gain the dominance.

LOOKING THINGS OVER
By HELEN CALDWELL DAY
A woman in Asburry 
Park, New
Jersey, is protesting 
against
goldfish, she calls
it. Now, that reminds 
us of a lot
of people we
know or about
whom we have
heard. We have
heard of cruelty
to cats, dogs and
parrots and know of small fortunes 
being willed to pets to keep
them out of the hands or situations
which may seem to them-cruel.
Now we can admire the work done
by and the purpose of the humane
society, but it does seem that one
can take this this whole idea too far.
That is, the idea of cruelty to animals 
might blind one to the needs
and wants of humanity and so constitute 
cruelty to humans, which
is of course a graver thing. And
when one objects to goldfish racing, 
it stems that the limit has,
been reached, the tragic and ridiculous 
has been reached. The ridiculous 
because our first impulse is
to laugh at the idea of a fish being 
fatigued or suffering by swimming 
from what seems a bigger
fish a its greatest possible speed.
The tragic, because people have
become very shallow and superficial
indeed when their aim in life includes 
no more than this, or when
such a preposterous proposal could
be considered seriously or presented 
as news.
Yet, such situations, such proposals, 
such interests are more
common than we think; too common. 
We spend so much time and
effort, so much money and propaganda 
on what doesn't matter
that we have little of these things
left to spend for the things that
we do. We are so worried about
the goldfish and cats and dogs
that we forget the people who
might have been their masters and
owners. Could we have a Negro
problem, a labor problem, an international 
problem of peace and
war, if we re-channeled our efforts
from the unimportant to the essential, 
from the superficial surface 
problems to the underlying
problems of humanity, problems of

need for food, shelter, clothing
and friendship for the poverty
stricken, the hungry, homeless, unloved 
and unwanted peoples of
the world? Can the reporting of a
silly woman's whim about a goldfish 
be considered of interest and
news while the more brutal facts
of life and death are softened or
omitted to spare our sensibilities?
Are we as writers, or newspaper
men and women bound to give our
public news that entertains and
amuses them only, or, we also
bonnd to bring those things to our
public's attention which makes
them think, even when thinking
and realizing is unpleasant and
painful? Do you really want to be
shielded from reality like children 
and given everything in pretty 
clothes and sugar coating?
Or, don't you really want to
know the real news of the world
and its significance? I think you
do. I think you all as Negro citizens 
want truth and significance
in your newspapers, and books. I
think you have been underestimated 
and insulted in your intelligence 
and interests, by many writers 
and commentators. If you think
so, why don't you say so and give
us the chanee to give you what
you really want?

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Calf Scramble

see, six boys.
3. The scramble for the N. F.
A. will be held in the Livestock
Arena. Shelby County Building at
10:30 a. m. Thursday, October 6th
as a free exhibition to the public.
4. The scramble for 4-Club boys
will be held in Livestock Arena at
1:30 p. m. October 6th as a free
exhibition to public.
5. The Fair Manager will notify 
the County Agents and Vocational 
Teachers of the three states
of their selection to have a boy
participate in the scramble.
Six beef type calves weighing
approximately 300 pounds each will
be placed in the Arena, and the
NFA and 4-H boys in their respective 
categories will go into the
Arena with six feet of rope and proceed 
to catch a calf, secure him

with rope. Each boy, however, must
agree to keep calf he has won and
put on Spring Show and sale at
South Memphis Stockyard around
May 1, 1951.
Other farm shows will include the
Corn Yield Contest and judging of
exhibits by New Farmers of Amer
ican and 4-H Clubs. There will also 
be the Variety Show daily.

MOMENTS OF
REFLECTION
If we are true to ourselves, we
are forever in the process of trying 
to improve our lives. Hence,
we have some defects about us. So,
in intimating the other fellow, you
may acquire his defects. And no
well thinking person would want to
do that, I should think. Each of us
should have some degree of individuality, 
some degree of conviction, 
some standard by which we
shape our lives. We become somewhat 
spineless when we let the
other fellow do most of our thinking. 
I realize that constructive
thinking calls for much effort on
one's part which may account for
the fact that most persons let others 
think for them. But that
shouldn't be. We should learn to
think constructively for ourselves.
It has been my policy in life
not to accept some of the things
which may meet the popular thinking 
of the masses. What may suit
the masses, may not be to my design. 
I think the masses are poor
judges as to the merits of most
things. I think it would be displaying 
good judgment for one to
test the worth of anything before 
accepting it at face value. You
ought to determine as to whether
what you are about to do is the
best thing. Does it meet your individual 
needs? Will the results be
gratifying? If I do this, how will
it affect my fellow man? Will he
benefit from it? These thoughts
should characterize your thinking
and help to determine your course
of action before you make a final
decision.
I like what this writer has to say:
"We don't have to keep up with
anyone, and if it interferes with
our personality, station in life, or
our established ideals. Every one of
us is unique in some manner or
another. We ought to take pride
in our independence of mind and
action. To blindly follow a fashion
just because it is popular, isn't
good sense. People of achievement
stand apart. They are leaders, not
followers. The clothes we wear, the
books we read, and the people that
we select as friends and associates,
should always reflect much of
what we are. Otherwise, we melt
our best traits into those of the
crowd that smothers them. Those
whom we most admire and seek to
emulate are those who take pride
in their personal gifts, and privilege 
of independent thinking. Following 
the fashion of the day
means nothing to such. There are
minor vices, as well, that people
adopt, merely because they may
seem fashionable Unfortunately,
many of these minor fashions become 
major vices-destructive to
health and character. Many of the
fashions of yesterday look mighty
foolish to us today. But sincere efforts, 
translated into deeds, live
on. We are inspired by what men
and women have done, and we
gain incentive and courage, and
armor ourselves with increased
faith, because of the never-dving
example of those who followed no
fashion, but who strove forward,
making nations nobler, freer." This
is worth pondering!

REVIEWING

NEWS
BY WILLIAM GORDON
The moment the Korean war situation become an international 
emergency, prices began to rise, consumer goods along
with capital goods and services began to take on a new tone of
character. Automobiles which were iamming the streets of every
town in th nation became scarce overnight. The whole situation
threw us back into another war economy - termed by some as a
false economy.
It is true that no scarcity exist in this country. We have plenty 
of materials to draw from and plenty of natural resources with
which to produce more goods and services for the people's needs.
Even in a country like ours, we have groups and individuals
which thrive on taking advantage of fellow Americans. Black
markets went into operation overnight and those goods which
were at the finger tips of all of us suddenly become economic
goods with a new price tag.
Just what does all of this call for in a time of international
emergency? It really calls for controls - controls over commodities 
which only a few weeks ago, all of us could walk into the
market and buy.
Sixty-five of the nation's leading economists have issued a,
statement calling for an immediate increase in taxation to cover
the rise in defense expenditures and to help balance the budget.
In addition to prevent inflation from war spending, the economists 
have called for credit control.
Economic experts point out that foreign aggression will require 
greatly expanded military forces and supplies for sometime 
to come. They contend that enlarged outlays by the government 
for war preparations will likely turn into a boom, and into
an inflation which will hurt most of the helpless members of
society.
The economist do not believe that it is necessary for the people 
of the United States to suffer the "abomination of inflation."
They also believe that our economy can provide a high standard
of living and a large increase in military outlay without degradation 
of the dollar.
It seems that the serious part of this situation lies not so
much in controls in our economy but in the lack of adequate distribution 
of materials and coordination of government and free
enterprise.
Controls would not be needed if business both large and
small would adhere to the principles of good business ethics. It
should be kept in mind that there is just so much for all of us to
share. We should be rational enough to realize that if controls
come, they are going to affect adversely our total population.

The Question Of Controls
BY WILLIAM GORDON
The moment the Korean war situation become an international 
emergency, prices began to rise, consumer goods along
with capital goods and services began to take on a new tone of
character. Automobiles which were iamming the streets of every
town in th nation became scarce overnight. The whole situation
threw us back into another war economy - termed by some as a
false economy.
It is true that no scarcity exist in this country. We have plenty 
of materials to draw from and plenty of natural resources with
which to produce more goods and services for the people's needs.
Even in a country like ours, we have groups and individuals
which thrive on taking advantage of fellow Americans. Black
markets went into operation overnight and those goods which
were at the finger tips of all of us suddenly become economic
goods with a new price tag.
Just what does all of this call for in a time of international
emergency? It really calls for controls - controls over commodities 
which only a few weeks ago, all of us could walk into the
market and buy.
Sixty-five of the nation's leading economists have issued a,
statement calling for an immediate increase in taxation to cover
the rise in defense expenditures and to help balance the budget.
In addition to prevent inflation from war spending, the economists 
have called for credit control.
Economic experts point out that foreign aggression will require 
greatly expanded military forces and supplies for sometime 
to come. They contend that enlarged outlays by the government 
for war preparations will likely turn into a boom, and into
an inflation which will hurt most of the helpless members of
society.
The economist do not believe that it is necessary for the people 
of the United States to suffer the "abomination of inflation."
They also believe that our economy can provide a high standard
of living and a large increase in military outlay without degradation 
of the dollar.
It seems that the serious part of this situation lies not so
much in controls in our economy but in the lack of adequate distribution 
of materials and coordination of government and free
enterprise.
Controls would not be needed if business both large and
small would adhere to the principles of good business ethics. It
should be kept in mind that there is just so much for all of us to
share. We should be rational enough to realize that if controls
come, they are going to affect adversely our total population.

Utillus Phillips

Negroes want no part of plans by
southern state and educational officials 
to erect regional colleges for
Negroes. "We are unalterably op
posed 
to the regional college plan
because it is an attempt to perpetuate 
segregation by circumvent
ing the decision of the U. S. Supreme 
Court."
The same resolution urged TCS
branches to "encourage qualified
Negro applicants to seek admis
sion 
to the graduate and professional 
schools of U. T. and other
state supported institutions."
It also asked for removal of the
Negro training school from Pikeville 
to a more central location. In
some mid-state counties Negro
children must cross county lines in
order to attend high school.
Another resolution urged registration 
of 200,000 Negro voters in
Tennessee by 1952. There are several 
counties, particularly Haywood
and Fayette, where Negroes are
denied the right to vote. We call
upon the federal and state authorities 
to make, investigation of this
matter and to insure free use of
the ballot.

BLOOD STARS
by BRETT HALLIDAY

"WAIT a minute," Shayne said
wittly. "Take it slow and easy
ucy. Think back over last night."
Her unblinking gaze was fixed
on Blackies tace. "I'm-sorry
Mike. I don't think I've ever seen
him. and I'm certain he isn't the
man who came in last night."
"She's right," Blackie said. "Like the
told you. I never been in this
lace before."
"Close your eyes a moment,"
Shayne said quietly. "Go back to
st night, Lucy. The man with
the mustache."
She closed her eyes and lay
quietly, then opened them and said
in a small and despondent voice,
No, Michael. It wasn't this man."
"If he were wearing a gray suit
and a Panama hat," Shayne argued, 
"Clothes make a lot of difference." 

"I got you for a witness."
Blackie broke in to the nurse,
"that the young lady's done said
it wasn't me. He's egging her on
... trying to make her say it was
me."
Miss Naylor said crisply, "It certainly 
seems to me, Mr. Shayne,
that you're using what a lawyer
would call undue influence."
"It doesn't help... thinking
back." Lucy told Shayne. "It
doesn't help a single bit. He's not
a bit like that other man."
"You said a moment ago that
it was like a nightmare," Shayne
reminded her. "That last night
was hazy and indistinct. If you
close your eyes and rest a while."
"Oh no. You don't understand,
Michael. That part of it isn't at
all. I can see him now as he hung
up the phone and saw me and
jumped at me. The other part is
like a nightmare. Afterward...
when I came to for a moment and
saw you... and some other men."
"All right," Shayne conceded
dispiritedly. "So this isn't the guy.
Can you describe him any better
than you did last night?"
"Just... that he was heavy-set
and had a sort of round face. I
think. Not nearly as dark as this
man. His mustache was kind of
grayish. I only got one good look
at him, but I'd know him again
anywhere."
Shayne moved close to the bed
and leaned over her. He touched
her cheek gently with rough fingertips 
and said, "Don't look so
worried, Angel. You know I don't
want you to make a false identification, 
even though I was positive
Blackie was the man I wanted."
He nodded to Blackie and followed 
him out into the living room.
Blackie started for the door, saying, 
"That's all, huh? You don't
want me any more."
"I want you plenty more,"
Shayne growled when the bedroom
door was closed. "Sit down over
there and start talking."
Blackie sat down and muttered
sulkily, "I got nothing to talk
about."
"Do you deny that you and the
Kid and some other gimp rammed
an automobile on Collins Avenue

last night and snatched a roll and
a ruby bracelet from the couple
in it?"
"I sure do deny that. I can
prove where I was at eight
o'clock."
"How do you know it was done
at eight o'clock?"
"Look ... you're talking about
the Dustin job, ain't you? It's in
all the papers about the gang
grabbing a bracelet."
"Where were you at eight
o'clock?"
"Mc and the Kid was up to
Sunny Isles with a couple of
broads," Blackie told him readily.
"Driving back was when we
scraped the tender I was gettin''
fixed in Mickey's Garage so the
boss wouldn't know we'd been joyriding.." 

"I don't believe a word of it,
but you can probably prove it by
witnesses. All right We'll skip
that until Dustin has a crack at
identifying you. Whom do you
and the Kid work for?"
"You mean the boss? Mr. Bankhead?" 

"What's Bankhead's business?"
"He imports stuff. Got an antique 
and curio shop on the
Beach."
"What does he import?"
"All sorts of stuff. Pitchers and
statues and stuff like that."
"Jewels?"
"I dunno, Maybe, sometimes I
don't have nothing to do with the
shop."
"What's your job?"
"I'm the gardener," Blackie said
with dignity.
"Do you use brass knucks to
knock out insect pests?"
"I just happened to have 'em
in my pocket," Blackie muttered.
Sweat was popping out on his
swarthy face.
"Is the Kid a gardener too?"
Shayne asked sarcastically.
"No. He's the chauffeur."
"Why did you telephone me last
night from the Sunlux Hotel to
ask if I wanted to buy the ruby
bracelet?"
"Me? Telephone you?" Blackie
looked blandly innocent. "You've
got me wrong."
"You were going to call me back
this morning," Shayne insisted,
"We can talk it over right now
and save the price of a call."
"I sure don't know what you're
trying to get at."
"Did you ever hear of the Rajah
of Hindupoor?"
"Not as I recollect."
"Is Bankhead a heavy-set man
with a grayish mustache?"
"He sure ain't," Blackie answered 
earnestly. "He's tall and
clean-shaved."
Shayne made a gesture of disgust, 
sank into a chair. "Go back
and tell your boss Mike Shape
says there's not going to be any
payoff on the bracelet Tell him
to wrap it wound his neck and
wear it for a dog collar. Now get
out. I'm sick of looking at you."
"Sure," said Blackie placatingly.
He sidled toward the door, looking
at the .45 in Shayne's lap. "You

gonna let me have my gat back?"
"I'll keep it for a souvenir,"
Shayne growled, "and see whether
the front sight matches the cut on
Dusttin's fact and whether the police 
chemist can find traces of
blood on it."
Blackie said, "Go ahead, I swear
it ain't been out of my bureau
drawer for six months." He scuttled 
out the door and down the
hall.
Shayne looked distastefully at
the gun, sighed and got up to lay
it on the table. He looked at his
watch and decided it was much
too early to go calling on anyone.
He prowled around the room immersed 
in thought, and stopped in
front of a book case at the end of
the room. It still held the books
he had accumulated years ago, just
as he'd left it when he gave up
the apartment to go to New Orleans. 
The hotel management bad
left it there, and successive occupants 
had evidently accepted it as
part of the furniture.
There was an old set of encyclopedias 
on the bottom shelf. He
leaned down and ran his eyes
along the backs until he found the
R volume, took it out and carried
it over to the couch and thumbed
through it until he found "Ruby."
He glanced through the data
without much interest until be
reached a sub-heading, Artificial or
Synthetic. He read this passage
carefully:
"The earliest recorded attempt
to manufacture synthetic rubies
was in 1837 by a German chemist.
His process consisted of fusing
together chips of the natural
stones into one larger gem, and
the resulting rubles were called

"Much later, Michaud improved
the process with somewhat better
success by placing several large
fragments of natural rubies in a
revolving platinum crucible and
heating them to about 1800 C. He
obtained fairly large stones by this
method, though the product was
likely to burst asunder from toterior 
stresses. Reconstructed
rubies have now been replaced in
the market by synthetic gems
manufactured by a process developed 
by Professor Verneuil in
France. In the beginning, Verneuil
used small, inferior Burma stones
which he crushed into powder,
fusing them into one large stone
under terrific heat.
"Later, he discarded the use of
crushed stones and used corundum,
a form of alumina, and this process
is in use at the present time to
product synthetic gems commercially..." 

A. complicated and technical description 
of the Verneuil apparatus
and process followed. He read this
carefully, and made a grimace of
disgust when he came to the final
line:
"As it has not been possible to
produce asterism in synthetic
rubles, it follows that any star
ruby must have been cut from the
natural mineral."
()


CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
by BRETT HALLIDAY

"WAIT a minute," Shayne said
wittly. "Take it slow and easy
ucy. Think back over last night."
Her unblinking gaze was fixed
on Blackies tace. "I'm-sorry
Mike. I don't think I've ever seen
him. and I'm certain he isn't the
man who came in last night."
"She's right," Blackie said. "Like the
told you. I never been in this
lace before."
"Close your eyes a moment,"
Shayne said quietly. "Go back to
st night, Lucy. The man with
the mustache."
She closed her eyes and lay
quietly, then opened them and said
in a small and despondent voice,
No, Michael. It wasn't this man."
"If he were wearing a gray suit
and a Panama hat," Shayne argued, 
"Clothes make a lot of difference." 

"I got you for a witness."
Blackie broke in to the nurse,
"that the young lady's done said
it wasn't me. He's egging her on
... trying to make her say it was
me."
Miss Naylor said crisply, "It certainly 
seems to me, Mr. Shayne,
that you're using what a lawyer
would call undue influence."
"It doesn't help... thinking
back." Lucy told Shayne. "It
doesn't help a single bit. He's not
a bit like that other man."
"You said a moment ago that
it was like a nightmare," Shayne
reminded her. "That last night
was hazy and indistinct. If you
close your eyes and rest a while."
"Oh no. You don't understand,
Michael. That part of it isn't at
all. I can see him now as he hung
up the phone and saw me and
jumped at me. The other part is
like a nightmare. Afterward...
when I came to for a moment and
saw you... and some other men."
"All right," Shayne conceded
dispiritedly. "So this isn't the guy.
Can you describe him any better
than you did last night?"
"Just... that he was heavy-set
and had a sort of round face. I
think. Not nearly as dark as this
man. His mustache was kind of
grayish. I only got one good look
at him, but I'd know him again
anywhere."
Shayne moved close to the bed
and leaned over her. He touched
her cheek gently with rough fingertips 
and said, "Don't look so
worried, Angel. You know I don't
want you to make a false identification, 
even though I was positive
Blackie was the man I wanted."
He nodded to Blackie and followed 
him out into the living room.
Blackie started for the door, saying, 
"That's all, huh? You don't
want me any more."
"I want you plenty more,"
Shayne growled when the bedroom
door was closed. "Sit down over
there and start talking."
Blackie sat down and muttered
sulkily, "I got nothing to talk
about."
"Do you deny that you and the
Kid and some other gimp rammed
an automobile on Collins Avenue

last night and snatched a roll and
a ruby bracelet from the couple
in it?"
"I sure do deny that. I can
prove where I was at eight
o'clock."
"How do you know it was done
at eight o'clock?"
"Look ... you're talking about
the Dustin job, ain't you? It's in
all the papers about the gang
grabbing a bracelet."
"Where were you at eight
o'clock?"
"Mc and the Kid was up to
Sunny Isles with a couple of
broads," Blackie told him readily.
"Driving back was when we
scraped the tender I was gettin''
fixed in Mickey's Garage so the
boss wouldn't know we'd been joyriding.." 

"I don't believe a word of it,
but you can probably prove it by
witnesses. All right We'll skip
that until Dustin has a crack at
identifying you. Whom do you
and the Kid work for?"
"You mean the boss? Mr. Bankhead?" 

"What's Bankhead's business?"
"He imports stuff. Got an antique 
and curio shop on the
Beach."
"What does he import?"
"All sorts of stuff. Pitchers and
statues and stuff like that."
"Jewels?"
"I dunno, Maybe, sometimes I
don't have nothing to do with the
shop."
"What's your job?"
"I'm the gardener," Blackie said
with dignity.
"Do you use brass knucks to
knock out insect pests?"
"I just happened to have 'em
in my pocket," Blackie muttered.
Sweat was popping out on his
swarthy face.
"Is the Kid a gardener too?"
Shayne asked sarcastically.
"No. He's the chauffeur."
"Why did you telephone me last
night from the Sunlux Hotel to
ask if I wanted to buy the ruby
bracelet?"
"Me? Telephone you?" Blackie
looked blandly innocent. "You've
got me wrong."
"You were going to call me back
this morning," Shayne insisted,
"We can talk it over right now
and save the price of a call."
"I sure don't know what you're
trying to get at."
"Did you ever hear of the Rajah
of Hindupoor?"
"Not as I recollect."
"Is Bankhead a heavy-set man
with a grayish mustache?"
"He sure ain't," Blackie answered 
earnestly. "He's tall and
clean-shaved."
Shayne made a gesture of disgust, 
sank into a chair. "Go back
and tell your boss Mike Shape
says there's not going to be any
payoff on the bracelet Tell him
to wrap it wound his neck and
wear it for a dog collar. Now get
out. I'm sick of looking at you."
"Sure," said Blackie placatingly.
He sidled toward the door, looking
at the .45 in Shayne's lap. "You

gonna let me have my gat back?"
"I'll keep it for a souvenir,"
Shayne growled, "and see whether
the front sight matches the cut on
Dusttin's fact and whether the police 
chemist can find traces of
blood on it."
Blackie said, "Go ahead, I swear
it ain't been out of my bureau
drawer for six months." He scuttled 
out the door and down the
hall.
Shayne looked distastefully at
the gun, sighed and got up to lay
it on the table. He looked at his
watch and decided it was much
too early to go calling on anyone.
He prowled around the room immersed 
in thought, and stopped in
front of a book case at the end of
the room. It still held the books
he had accumulated years ago, just
as he'd left it when he gave up
the apartment to go to New Orleans. 
The hotel management bad
left it there, and successive occupants 
had evidently accepted it as
part of the furniture.
There was an old set of encyclopedias 
on the bottom shelf. He
leaned down and ran his eyes
along the backs until he found the
R volume, took it out and carried
it over to the couch and thumbed
through it until he found "Ruby."
He glanced through the data
without much interest until be
reached a sub-heading, Artificial or
Synthetic. He read this passage
carefully:
"The earliest recorded attempt
to manufacture synthetic rubies
was in 1837 by a German chemist.
His process consisted of fusing
together chips of the natural
stones into one larger gem, and
the resulting rubles were called

"Much later, Michaud improved
the process with somewhat better
success by placing several large
fragments of natural rubies in a
revolving platinum crucible and
heating them to about 1800 C. He
obtained fairly large stones by this
method, though the product was
likely to burst asunder from toterior 
stresses. Reconstructed
rubies have now been replaced in
the market by synthetic gems
manufactured by a process developed 
by Professor Verneuil in
France. In the beginning, Verneuil
used small, inferior Burma stones
which he crushed into powder,
fusing them into one large stone
under terrific heat.
"Later, he discarded the use of
crushed stones and used corundum,
a form of alumina, and this process
is in use at the present time to
product synthetic gems commercially..." 

A. complicated and technical description 
of the Verneuil apparatus
and process followed. He read this
carefully, and made a grimace of
disgust when he came to the final
line:
"As it has not been possible to
produce asterism in synthetic
rubles, it follows that any star
ruby must have been cut from the
natural mineral."
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Dewey Phillips

has been carrying on Phillips' program 
since the accident. Mr. Peyton 
said that Lee McEachern has
been recording the program daily
and that he would play it back
over the station to the hundreds
of listeners.
The "RED, HOT AND BLUE"
program caught the fancy of Negro 
listeners through Phillip's zest
ful expressions his 'punchy jives
between and during the playing of
numbers but greatest of all by his
now famous plug for advertising
sponsor of the program: "Go on
down there. . Tell 'em Phillips sent
you."
Mr. Peyton said that the young
radio artist who also worked during 
the day at Grant's Store on
Main Street was deeply appreciative 
for the numerous cards, and
telephone calls made by Negro listeners 
regarding his condition.
"All of us at the station are
thankful that Philips fans have
been so devoted to him and pulling
for his speedy recover," Mr Peyton 
stated, adding:-
Phillips still remembers the fervent 
prayer Rev. W. H. Brewster 
prayed over this station for
the boys fighting in Korea. We'd
like to have Rev. Brewster to come
back again and pray for Phillips."
Rev. Brewster is pastor of East
Trigg Avenue Baptist Church, and
director of the "Old Time Camp
Meeting of the Air" radio program.
WHBQ and Baptist Hospital
would prefer that cards and wires
be sent rather than telephone calls.

Senator Jenner

Southern Democrats when they
vote alike on all but civil rights
legislation and together enjoy the
advantages of victory, is a type of
reasoning no American citizen
should accept."
"I strongly resent any juggling
of figures or hypocritical attempts
to place blame on Republicans for

Democratic insincerity and inaction. 
I still belong to the old school
of Hoosier politics, which believes
figures do not lie; you are with me,
if you deliver when the chips are
down."
"There is more than one way to
break a filibuster, sitting it out by
continuous day and night sessions,
and if the Democrats ever want to
follow this course, Republicans will
give them plenty of help."
Mr. Church is a native Memphian, 
and for more than a quarter 
century was leader of the Republican 
party in Shelby county.
He began his rise In the GOP rank
during the administration of "Teddy" 
Roosevelt, and was at the
pinnacle of his political career during 
the administrations of Presidents 
William Taft, Harding, and
Collidge.

ORC Deferment

Medical Service Reservists should
be sent directly to Tennessee Military 
District Headquarters. Here
they will be referred to a committee 
of doctors. This committee will
review them and make recommendations 
to the district chief.
Deferment requests should be
submitted only after the reservist
has received orders directing him
to report for extended active duty. 
Normally there is a period of
from two to three weeks after he
receives this notice, which should
be utilized for this purpose.
Of those called to take physical
examinations, a proportion can be
expected to fail, and thus need
take no action. Others will be in
grades and military occupational
specialties for which there is no
requirement at this time.
Requests for deferment normally 
fall within two categories. In
the first, individuals wish deferment 
on compassionate grounds.
In the second employers believe
that the individual's services are
essential on the grounds of national 
welfare, safety and interest. 
In such cases, the employers
should initiate the action and send
it to the local ORC instructor.
When deferment requests, other
than from Army Medical Service
Reserve personnel, come directly to
headquarters, they must be referred 
back to the local ORC instructor. 
This results, in a delay,
Colonel Sherwood pointed out.
Names of the officers on the review 
board, and of the doctors on
the medical committee will not be
announced. This allows them to
work without influence of any
kind being exerted, Colonel Sherwood 
explained.
"The present Korean situation is
such that the Army requires the
services of individuals or many
different skills, as well as many
who are unskilled except for a
basic knowledge of military fundamentals," 
Colonel Sherwood said.
"These gaps must be filled by
calling reservists and through the
Selective Service System. Accordingly, 
the desires of the individual
and of his employer must be evaluated 
against the requirements for
national defense. This is being
done thoroughly and promptly.
"Each case is judged on its merits. 
There is no advantage accruing 
from seeking outside influence; 
but to the contrary, unnecessary 
correspondence adds a
burden to an office that is already
overworked."

Bureau Head
Aids Chapman
Clarence M.
Mitchell, Jr., director of the Washington 
Bureau of the National Association 
for the Advancement of
Colored People, this week jumped
to the defense of Secretary of the
Interior Oscar L. Chapman and
branded as "incredible" the charges
of Senator Andrew F. Schoeppel
(R., Kans.) questioning Mr. Chapman's 
loyalty.
"During his service with the Department 
of the Interior," Mr.
Mitchell said in a telegram to Sen.
Schoeppel, "Mo. Chapman made
democracy a living reality for all
classes and races in the United
States. When men of such integrity
are so unfairly attacked by United
States senators, the Kremlin must
be overjoyed. We hope that on
more sober reflection you will withdraw 
your accusations and offer
this great citizen a public apology."
Secretary Chapman has already
asked the Senate Interior Committee 
for immediate hearing on the
senator's "unsupported charges."
Walter White also suggested
"that the Army investigate other
posts to ascertain and take corrective 
action if there is similar
discrimination to that at Fort
Dix." Citing successful integration
at Fort Ord, California, Mr. White
said, "We know you will agree that
aside from violation of Army po
licy, 
this segregation at Fort Dix)
gives ammunition to the Soviet
Union, which is trying to convince
Asia and Africa that the present
Korean conflict is a clash between
white and non-white people."

Text Of D. V.
Jemison At
Baptist Meet
BAPTIST CONVENTION HEAD
QUARTERS, PHILADELPHIA:—
(ANP)—Dr. D. V. Jemison, president 
of the National Baptist
Convention of America, Inc., in
his tenth annual address before
the convention Tuesday morning
struck out at Communism and
hailed the Negro's role in America's
wars.
"The outlook for the peace, even
though the days are dark," Dr.
Jemison said, "are for the better.
The darkest hours are just before
day. We feel that the decisions of
the U. S. Supreme court in recent
years dealing with better educational 
privileges for Negroes and
more extensive privileges are Godgiven." 

The further text of the president's 
speech is as follows:
We have had 87 years of progress 
since the shackles of slavery
were taken from our feet. An inventory 
of careers of other people
will show that no other race has
made the progress in the same
amount of time as has the American 
colored man.
We have a distinguished record
of fighting in all of America's
wars; from the beginning of the
Revolution when Chrispus Attucks,
a colored man, died on the Boston
commons, down to the present situation 
in Korea. We have always
been in the defense of the red,
white and blue.
It is sometimes asked: "What is
it that Negro wants?" The answer
is: "What anybody else wants."
We appreciate very much the
assistance given by the, Southern
Baptist convention. Had it not
been for it, we would not have
been able to maintain the theological 
seminary in Nashville. The
seminary has been supported partly 
by the Southern Baptist convention 
and partly by the Negro Baptists 
of America. We want the
Southern Baptists to know we are
grateful for what they have done
and what they will do.
The situation as it is now in Korea 
shows that the Negro has not
only handled his guns and his
planes wisely and brought the
enemy to a standstill, but he has
met him in hand to hand fighting
and killed on the field.
We hear a lot of talk these days
about Communism. As president of
the Alabama State Baptist convention, 
president of the Natioal
Baptist Convention, Inc., and vice
president of the World Baptist
Alliance, I assure you that Communism 
among Negroes was nothing 
until we were tampered with
by the white man.
The Negro, when left to himself,
is an American citizen from the
crown of his head to his heel and
stands ready to support the American 
flag.

YONKERS, N. Y. —
Jay Jack
son, well known artist and cartoonist, 
who executed a two-page
art layout for the coming edition
of WHO'S WHO IN COLORED
AMERICA, to be off the press in
mid-November, it was made
known this week by G. James
Fleming, editor.

MADAM BELL



The 100 Per Cent Wrong Club
was founded by Lucius L. Jones, who
came to Atlanta to speak at the
club's windup banquet for the '49
season and was presented a plaque
for his contribution to SIAC and
local sports.
Members of the '50 100 Per Cent
Wrong Club will be Lerone Bennett,
Jr., T. J. Crittendon, Joseph Daniels. 
Jack Gibson A. T. Hollingsworth, 
M. E. Jackson, Hubert M.
Jackson, Robert E. Johnson, Joe
Pullin, Estee Prather, Emel Scott,
Russell Simmons, Joel W. Smith, A.
L. Thomson and Lucius Jones,
guest dopester.

Games to be doped for that weekend 
are as follows:

Clark College — Fort Valley.
Morris Brown — Tuskegee.
Arkansas State — Lane.
Alabama A. and M. — Fisk.
Xavier — Mississippi Ind.
Allen — North Carolina A and T.
Florida A and M — Texas College
Shaw U.– Hampton Inst.
Bluefield State — Howard.
Delaware State — Winston Salem.
North Carolina State — St. Augustine. 

Langston — Bishop.
Southern — Texas State
Wilberforce U — Alcorn A and M.
West Virginia — Virginia Union
Prairie View — Sam Huston
Savannah State -Kentucky State
Georgia — Maryland.
California — Santa Clara.
Boston College — Wake Forest
Kentucky — LSU
Arkansas — Oklahoma A. and M.
Michigan State — Gregaon State.