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THURSDAY, AUGUST 21, 1958SINGLE COPY TEN CENTS VOL. 5, NUMBER 41
I —i' « East Side -By P. D. Out in San Francisco I have a friend (too bad I don't have one around town) named Orrin Alfred, who is employed by the Recorder Publishing Co. Orrin was kind enough to send me a copy of a short piece he wrote once having to do with a lesson in tolerance. I thought it quite interesting and am taking the liberty of printing it on the opposite side of this page. It points up the fact that little acorns do in deed grow into mighty oaks. The AP had a news story earlier this month datelined Wetumpka, Ala. in which they reported on an interview with john kasper (the kreep) and in it kasper revealed his plan to organize a new political party. The kreep party will call for the expulsion of Jews from any kind of public life and colonization of the Negroes to send them to Africa. The kreep party will put up a presidential candidate, said the rhiof Wropn in Hiip rnurse of time. Now, the kreep party represents progress, even more so than the dixiecrats ever dared to hope for. This nation needs the kreeps! The party might do well to submit to the voters a list of candidates, like the chief kreep himself for President. They could leave Tricky Dick in as Veep, inasmuch as he's capable of talking any party line. They could promise to make "our gem" eastland Chief Justice of the Supreme Court; that would result in votes of the "right kind". Cabinet posts might well be promised to men, all great Americans, like asa carter, judge brady, sheriff throwback snopes (of Water Valley) the patterson boys, john and robert, ross barnett, well, just transplant the citizens' councils and move them into the White House in Washington. What this country needs above everything else are kreeps, especially kasper kreeps from dixieland. So long as minority groups exist there can be no progress,* we must get rid of them ... after all, they're people, you know. Orrin Alfred, mentioned in another paragraph, suffers from an ulcer, the same as I. He sent me a four-frame car toon from the San Francisco Chronicle the other day, titled "Peanuts". Peanuts is a little boy, and is engaged in con versation with a friend. He says: "I kind of admire you, Charlie Brown ... you always seem so calm. Are you really calm all the time?" . , Replied Charlie Brown: "Well, let's put it this way... I am the only calm person I know who is a nervous wreck! I am in agreement with Charlie Brown, and I think his rea son is sound. As a matter of fact, I ve long since contended that if one is going to be a nervous wreck, he may just as well be calm about it. It isn't too often that Easton King goofs, but when he . does he makes up for lost time. And twice this year he's goofed. First, he tried to integrate the fish in the Gulf of Mexico and as a result got condemned by the State's Brain Department. Next, and this was just a couple of weeks ago, he goofed and got me involved. One Thursday afternoon I'm sitting home nursing an aching ulcer and the telephone rings. It was Easton, and he had a question: Would I go to Gulfport the next evening and speak to the Unitarian Fellowship in his place? It seemed he had made the date some two or three months agp and at the last second found he had a conflicting engagement., Naturally, owing him as much money as J do, I could re*use * (Continued •» Pag# 2) Letters LETTERS Petal Paper Oxford, Miss. Dear P. D.: To clear up your confusion about the movie “The Ten Com mandments'”-^Cecil B. sorta pull ed a fast one ... he changed the names. The Pharoah was really Thur good Marshall. God (Yahweh, more popularly known as Jeho vah to the Baptists and Method ists) was really Uncle Sam. Moses (the hero) was really Sen ator james eastland. Nephritiri was really Eleanor Roosevelt. And the point of it all was that FREEDOM (!) is a fine thing for all pure, red-blooded, 100%, white Protestant Southern aris tocratic capitalistic Americans. Which, of course, ain’t the Bible , . . but the Bible, as we all know, propagates some rather subversive ideas. Well, anyway, the special ef fects men had a field day. Sincerely, Rev. John Mood. Jackson, Miss. Dear Editor: I have read the newspaper ac counts insofar as they pertained to the Treloar case, with great care. It must be clear to all that Sheriff Treloar is not only a pro fessed Christian, but that he at tends church regularly; and that this fact is well known to all members of his community. It is well known, too, he was the sheriff who was the custodian of the person of Woodrow Wilson Daniels after he arrested Dan iels late in June. In the August 8 issue of The Delta Democrat Times, under Cliff Session’s by line it stated: “Treloar said he had no bitterness toward anyone but that he was “deeply hurt” that a “certain element of peo ple” had caused him to be in dicted.” “I put my trust in the Lord,” he said. Certainly Sheriff’s feelings of (Continued on Page 2) Good In State Spitballs, Bedlam And Frustration (This is the second of a seven article series by Rep. Karl Wie senburg of Jackson County, on the activity in the State Legisla ture. The Editor.) By Karl Wiesenburg The legislature at its worst is bedlam and confusion. The House is in an uproar. The Speaker cannot be hearc above the din. Three or more members may be speaking al once. It matters little. Few are pay ing attention to the proceedings Many of the members arc reading newspapers. Some arc pitching paper balls at each oth er, others are tossing paper air planes in the air. Little groups- * gather on the floor. No one listens to the clerk and the. drone of his voice is ob scured by the perpetual buzz ol yakking legislators. . The Speaker vainly raps hi (Continued on Page 3) AT AN EARLY AGE - A Lesson In Tolerance By Orrin F. Alfred I have never been, and probab ly never again will be, as wealthy as I was during the summer of 1919, when I was 12 years old. It was then I experienced something of what it must feel like to be a millionnaire. In an exuberant hangover from the agricultural prosperity of World War I the village fathers had decided to pave the streets — that is, about two miles of the streets — of my home town, Polk, Nebraska. For a hamlet which was less than half a year older than I, it was a rather ambitious undertaking. To do the actual work involved the contractor imported a gang of about 15 to 20 Negroes. If these were not actually the first colored men I had ever seen, they were at least the first with whom I was privileged to become acquainted. Through some fortuitous set of circumstances the exact nature of which I have forgotten, I became waterboy for this paving gang at the magnificent — and I mean magnificent — salary of $12 a week. Up to that time the most money I had had in one chunk was $2 my father gave me shortly before Christmas one year with which to buy presents for the other members of the family. But after my first payday that sum mer I was rich. I had more mon ey than I knew what to do with. I even saved some of it. it was, I thereafter, my father’s frequently expressed opinion that that job was my ruination — from then on I would never work for anything but “big money.” I have never been able to de cide whether my father believed poverty and virtue went hand in hand or merely that prosperity and sin were inevitably incon tinent bedfellows. That he want ed me to be virtuous goes with out saying. But it was not long after leaving home following my graduation from high school 1 discovered the first two — pover ty and virtue — did not, neces sarily, have much in common Whether there is some connectior between the other two I cannol speak with the authority of per sonal experience. Though I became rich in a monetary sense that summer, 1 later realized that, through my coming to know the members o! this paving gang, I had much greater rewards. They would work along al what appeared to be a leisurely ORRIN ALFRED j pace, laying paving brick, but the work progressed steadily and I can’t recall the foreman ever try ing to speed things up or giving any of them a bawling out. (He. did give me one once — but I had it coming.) As they worked, one of them would make some casual remark, another would an swer, turning the comment into some quip or other with a chuckle, then they all would laugh their soft, easy laughter. My waterboy job actually was fun. But, one day, one of these col ored men gave me a dressing down. It was the most thorough going and effective chewing out I have ever received — richly deserved and never forgotten. I was making conversation with this man one afternoon when I thoughtlessly used the word “nig —_»» TT_ _3 ' „ !_ ! _ * _ 1 . » gci. uc yauocu ui 1110 juu ui stacking brick much as though I had kicked him in the shins. He looked at me. Stupid as I was, I immediately realized I was far out of line. But I was not, as I half expected to be, slapped or yelled at. “Boy,” he said softly, even kindly, so none but I could hear, “when you go home tonight you ask your folks. Ask them, “Moth er’ or ‘Father, what — really — does the word “nigger” mean?* They will tell you . . and he proceeded, still speaking softly, to tell me what they would say the word meant. Needless to say, I never asked them. I didn’t have to. I had been told. But never, in the many years since, have I heard the word used but I have a flashing picture of a kindly middleaged colored man, under a hot Nebraska summer sun, taking a little time out from his job to give a 12-year-old punk, his first big lesson — in tolerance. Mississippi Shows Phenomenal Gains Mississippi has scored phenom enal gains in many fields of bus iness during the post-war years. It advanced one or more places in rank among all states in such major segments -of the state’s business economy as bank depos , its, number of large manufactur ing plants, retail and wholesale sales, non-farm employment, gross personal income, number . of motor vehicles registered, : amount of life insurance in force, . production of electric energy, ! cash farm income, number of telephones in operation, value of ( commercial broilers produced, and mineral production. Farmers Receive Higher Prices Farmers in the state received higher prices for meat animals, milk and eggs last month. Hogs were up $1.00 from June, while beef cattle were up 80 cents and calves 50. cents per hundred pounds. . Milk prices were up 10 cents per hundred pounds and eggs 2.6 cents per dozen. Mid-July prices were $1.41- per bushel for com, $1.70 per bushel for wheat, 75 cents a bushel for oats, 29 cents per pound for cotton, $2.15 pef bushel for soybeans, $20.00 pgr, ton for hay, $20.40 per hundred weight for hogs, and $18.10 per hundred weight for beef cattle.