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c niifiuß cr mmiQjunbW" ■fttarM u mb Ml eIAM mmUm it tito foat OHm •» DrtraM. 1 Unttor Ant or Mirefc g. iff*. On mr. tLVt; Mx loitki, |LM; tkrM latba. IN; (Mlp mb •ertadou' li w § MA, J. EDWARD HfICALL EtlU* ALFRED CABBET Associate Editor RUSS J. COWANS Managing Editor M. R MeCALL AAmTOSlng Mmage. CHARLOTTE PERRY AailatAlt Adv«rtlslsg Manager bimtiS I'm]tod Htuiipn, Lie, Ml tuui Asm, Raw Isrt CRT National Advertising Representing*. CCC Vacancies YOUNG MEN in the Michigan and Illinois areas who are desirous of enrolling in the CCC camps, will find little difficulty in being enrolled at this time. The Tribune is inform ed that at present there are about six hundred vacancies available in conservation camps in this section. This is largely the result of in creased industrial activity which causes the demand for workers on factories filling or ders for national defense. Many boys, who would otherwise be seeking to enroll in CCC camps, are securing jobs in factories. The CCC camps have done and are do ing a splendid work, not only in affording ex cellent training for young men and helping them to build strong bodies, but also in im proving and conserving vital resources of the nation. Many boys who might have been in fluenced to lead lives of crime during the re cent years of unemployment, have been help- ( ed to develop strong moral fiber and self-re liance during their stay at CCC camps, at the same time they are well housed and fed and given the opportunity to learn useful occupa tions and earn money. Men Who Succeed |N EVERY AVENUE of human endeavor, there are some individual? who forge ahead and succeed, while others fail. Os course, there may he many reasons for a man's success or failure. Some see and grasp opportunity in time, others do not: some with mediocre talents use what they have and make good, while more gifted men neglect to use their ability and become fail ures. every man who win? or fails, there is the si lent influence of some woman. Ask some successful men you know how they achieved their success, and- those who are honest with themselves will tell you they were helped by their wives, or that they were inspired to struggle for a place in the sun, in order to bring happiness to some woman who had faith in them. Henry Ford, the great automobile king, celebrated his seventy-eighth birthday Wed nesday. and in a press interview he told re porters that the greatest achievement of his life was when he met and married his wife, and he gave her full credit for the immeasur able part she has played through the years in his achievements. A Lesson From Joe Louis (X A MESSAGE delivered in the U.S. Con gress Monday, July 2S, by Hon. Bartel J. Johkman, of Michigan, on the “Fight for Freedom." the congressman drew a striking illustration from the career of Champion Joe Louis. He said in part: "A few years ago. a Nazi by the name of Schmeling came to America to fight Joe Louis. Like his prototype, Adolph Hitler, he had spent a long time preparing a highly spe cialized offensive. good only if he could catch Joe Louis without a defense for the same. It was a right to the jaw, and catching Joe Louis without preparation for the same, like Hitler’s blitzkrieg, it worked. "This is the position we could be in now, if Hitler could come over here now, which he will not, however, for a long time to come. “After that experience with Nazidom, did Joe Louis in his then condition go chasing him to Europe or sticking his chin out to Max Schooling? No, Joe Louis stayed right here and prepared and perfected a defense for this one blitzkrieg weapon that Max Schmel ing had. And when Max Schmeling came to America a year or two later to again attack Joe Louis, he found a defense against his blitzkrieg offensive, and he was just a flat footed push-over. “If we would take a lesson from Joe Louis, we would prepare our defense at home ! and make ourselves so impregnable that any time Hitler came over here, he would be a flat-footed push-over.” THE DETROIT TRIBUNE EDITORIAL PAGE Other Editors Say . • NAMES ARE l-MPORTAST Few parents would handicap their children, hut many label them with names that may prove embarrass ing later in life. r,s even retard the developumrnl of their personalities. Nantes often determine the case with which friends nre acquainted and may also affect success or failure In life says a Nebraska psy chologist who has engaged in re scan h in given names. Odd sound ing names and these ol ambiguous meanings may definitely handicap a hoy or man throughout life. For example, picture the embarrassing moments for a hoy or man whose parents tagg.-d him with "Reginald, Percy, Heitor, Percival, Chauncey, alone or Algernon. In naming Kiris, parents would do well to avoid the "flower series." stall as Pansy, Violet, Dais>, Blossom. Rose Telioliope. or Geranium. Reuben is too easily corrupted into Rube, Minnie i,) easily becomes "Minnie the Moo« her” or "Minnie the "Mouse.” Contusion of sex by teat It ers and others in dealing with such name* as Cleo, Pearl, Cecil and Uarroll often results in embarrass ment to youngsters. Names that ' sound "cute" for infants often be- I com*- acute rains We ne all interested in Nation al Defense • • • • • Church meeting are much in evidence now-a-davs, • Setting prepared to fight doesn’t necessarily mean that we want to fight. • • • • • We can do more than we think on can do, hut never more than we try to do. • • • • • We must understand the people among whom we live and cooper ate with them. S'Sn.e persons ate too modest to tell what they , an do, but there are some others well, thev ll talk. • • • • • There are still some nicn walk ing about looking for work, while many others hate more than they can do. Funny old world this. iRe- Pi'tn* from July :’6 issue of the Tampa Bulletin i WHY I DISLIKE THE WORD,NEGRO By I«nac Jones , l’far Reader, the voi< e of t hr* P opi*» Hg.iin oil the subject . Why 1 Dislike the Word Negro," Yp«ilanti, Mich. July ll*. l'jti. Dear Mr Jones: - —t—he mi urtiH** 1 Why 1 Dislike The Word ». *ro ’ unc o the first time of itS . printing in the Detroit Tribune. My opintrn is. has and ever will h* that we were givrn the name Nejroes when our ancestors were brought over to the I nited States of America. We were pro'eges o? the landlords of this country. We Mere \eg|f rs only bv adoption. At this present tim* and for more than 1 m'vptfv flvf» yon in wo ha no been Ifolorcd Americ ans horn and reared h'-ic' we art part and parcel of the | SA. ■ In regards to the word .\egi 0 I will say that many of us use It in our writing and conversation be cause it has become of common usage hut there was a Negro in the I nited S'ates . f America. We are i dopted son* and daughters of those who brought tis here from our of Ham. and we were bom under the stars and stripes of the i sa and by concatenation, fecundity and amalgamation. We have become like unto the most beautiful flower garden God has created upon the face of this earth. Mithin the scope of the writers Philosophy and Inner thoughts , from study on the subject. Negro. I am at loss to understand why we call themselves Negroes, or allow ourselves to he called Negroes— hut—w e do It. You and T Can't break the tie; We 11 continue on—> I'ntil we die. Mr. Jone«. you understand I am only one of the over 1 million of our people In the ISA With each having a mind of his own and some folks like to be called Negroes It Is beyond my might and right' to try to make him or her desist from bit ing they own tongues as they are now doing— You and I Can't break the tie; We'll rontinue on I’ntil we die. Signed: 1,. P. Aray fill Monroe Street Allow this writer to add that Mr. Aray has expressed himself on this subject in such n manner until it Is sufficient to make a blind man see the light. What are your views? Write me at 575 Knst Columbia street. DESPONDENT By CHARLES E. JACKSOK Ia rounr man muting o'er Some reetnt woe* he’d had. I taw at one* tbit he wa* poor, Forlorn and r err tad. He tat with head between bit bandt And elbow* on hit knee*. He could not meet the world's demand*, Or pat existence fee*. "Young man,'* 1 *ald to rou*e bit U|l. Wh»t make* you teem *o tad? Wlm on sorrow* course fare *up? Why are you not glad? He alowly lifted up hit hand. And showed a tearful fact. * Sorrow* carte upon him read: Hi* waa a wretched ct**.‘ THE DETROIT TRIBUNE, SATURDAY, AUGUST 2, 1941 [ The Knight Was Black SYNOPSIS Rato Weston, defease attor. ney, oasnecessfallv tries to shake testlmanj of the batler and maid. Prosecutor Conrad calls to the stand one of the irardners, Sam Carter, who tes* tides that he saw Ihe defendant quarrelling with Wallberg the lilprht he was killed. C HAPTER |3-(Continued) “Were you in the green house when you saw the defendant—in the libiary—” Sam was slow in answering. “No—” "Where were you?” “In the garden—” “What were you doing in the garden —” He didn't hurry to answer but gazed at Dale, while a brick red began to color his usually tallow face. "We had special rea on—l was Just there, that's all,” he gave Dale 3 defient stare. Dale gave a low laugh. “Thank you Mr. Carter, that is all—" Thus ended the first day of Made line's trial. Chapter 44 That evening, mid the thick fume of cigar smoke, the members of the city council, along with Mayor Hinch and Tom Rlandon. the new cKv commissioner of Public Works, talked swiftly and cautiously about the lateat atunt of Philip Conrad. "Hells.” roared the city (ommli sioner. "What right has he to call a special meeting of the city# offi cials, and at night mind you. "It certainly interfered with my evening. I was supposed to take my wife to the opera." complained one member. "At that you should be delighted." laughed another, "opera, fancy anyone complaining about missing out on that.” "And I was scheduled for a lit tle game of stud poker.” "Well," commented another ".Let's suspend judgement until he arrives.” When Conrad did arrive he was greeted rather curtly by the offi cials. Conrad returned their groat ing'with equal coolness. "I ll try not to take up toe much of your valuable time." he bowed slightly. "Its about the school for the east side—” "That." interrupted the commis sioner. "is a dead issue—" "And I veto the appropriation weeks ago—” "Why. ’ Conrad asked directly. "No money" the commissioner said shortly. "That 5 the way It is. Conrad” the Mayor inclined hia head, "we must curtail our expense, and the tax payers are expecting greater re ductions this year—” He leaned back comfortably—rs-If that serried the matter. "You might.” Conrad's voicewas a hit harsh, "reduce or exclude the half a million dollar recreational center for the Berkshire Heights." "Can’t do that now Conrad," May or Hinch replied. "That appro priation has been certified and the plans drawn.” "I hate to upset your well laid plans. Mr. Mayor, hut the east side school is going thru—lt's a sure thing—” "Pardon me. Mr. Prosecutor." Commissioner Rlandon hose up, his face red. his snow white hair seem ed t„ stand on end, as Blanton faced Conrad, "You’ve got your of fice all wrong. You're out of order, coming here telling the City offi cials what to do.” "I think you’ve grown too big for your job, Mr. Prosecutor." a councilman interposed smoothly. Conrad stood before the room full of angry men. a alow smile covered his face hut it wasn’t a pleasant smile, "Gentlemen." ho be gan, "I fold you I'd try not to keep you too lons, so now I think it hem to come straight to the point. When I said the school was going thru I wasn't talking carelessly. The school is a sure thing—the Com missioner here." he nodded to Blan don. "will change his mind so will the Mayor." he glared at Mayor Hinrh and you gentlemen.’’ h«. included the councilman with a swift look.” will back up the Mayor and the Commissioner." They looked at Philip curiously wondering about his sanity, but they waited. Finally the commis sioner exploded, "You must he out of your mind." "Not all. I*et me explain. *' "Please do," said the Mayor sar castically. "It's like this gentlemen, as your prosecutor it is my pob to know about people, their work, their gen eral background. I have in my flies the history of thousands of our cltixens. Likewise I've studied your histories as well. For a number of years the people of this town have spent upwards of a million dollars trying to rid the town of graft and lawlessness. Kuril election they vote confidently expecting to Im provement in our city government." he paused, the smile still on his face. "Are you following me gen- "Kind air,” the young man said to me, 'Tin In despair's tight bonds. One cannot so wretched be, When all one has absconds, I've vowed this night to take mv life. Thus to end it all. And free myself from mortal strife. To dwell In Hetan’p hall." "Yonng man." again I said to him, "Are you a soul of flesh? Your future you do sadly dim. Arise snd start afresh. Your soul (a worth far in advance * Os all that’s earthly gain. Let the Joy cf Ilfs enhance You ’til you do sot feign! tlemen?” There was no answer from the group of men but their eyes were flxpd upon Philip as he talked. "1 have learned why,” he continu ed, “our raids have failed in cer tain parte of the town. I have learn t I why, this dirty dives teem to grow and prosper. I have learned also the reason why the citizens are getting one of the rawest deals ever perpetrated on a trusting public.” Why their supposedly trust worthy officials are selling them Out.” he looked them over con temptuously, "I've held my hand on the whole pack of you—hoping to dean up the mess withfiut hurting the people who have elected you as their leaders, but this Berkshire deal is too raw. The well to-do have no doubt greased your ditry palms with silver; well those poor kids haven't the silver hut they're going to have their school if I have to send every damn one of you to state prison. I have proof gentlemen— unquestionable proof—whats the word—?” A profound silence made the labored breathing of the men sound clarion-like In the closed room. ' Well, gentlemen—" Conrad smll ed. The Mayor’s neat stare gave way to a shrug of the shoulders as he said "You're doing the talking.” "Yes. hut its now yemr turn— this is the question period. Do I get the school—?” Rlandon as If unable to stand the straiVi longer, blurted out “hell's hells, Conrad, you can't get away with thi« | don't believe you have proof of anything—” he was ohew in savagely on an unlighted cigar as he strode over to Philip and shook his finger in his face. You're crazy i' you think you can make me lay down and play dead.” Philip pushed his hand away dis dainfully, "You went to lay a lit tle wager on that? Now listen,” lie almosthissed the words "If you gentlemen don't make a favorable decision on that school tonight be foje leaving this room., the morning press will carry some mighty In teresting news, with dates—names, contrac t and everything. Now you I eentlemen can be stuhorn and call my hand I give you until morning good night—” Philip left the room flanked by stares of fear and hate. Philip's footsteps died away be fore anyone spoke. Then Commissioner Rlandon ex ploded. "I'll he damned If I'll stand for this—the rest of you can fall in line with that stuff he's trying to pull it's just a bluff— ** "Weil i don't want to risk fed eral prison calling his bluTf. If he wants the damn school let him have It He's certainly got us in the mid tile. He can let us drown if we can't come across." The Mayor longed at his colleagues, waiting for their opinion. "There s little use of arguing about it—we know he's in a posi tion to make us dance to his own hand.* * "And prisona are distateful to me.” said the councilman. Rlandon. his face red with anger took several turns around the room. "The trouble with this outfit is lack of nerve—guts, that's what you need.” "Well sneered the Mayor. "If you've got so much, you take the tap—l'm giving in." Chapter C* The opinion of the crowd that at tended the trial of Madeline Day. was that Thlllp Conrad, the hot j tempered prosecutor, was not gtv , ing his usual spirited performance. He appeared listless, disinterested i they said. Could they have known of th» awful turmoil into which his life j Had been thrown—could they have witnessed ihe long hours of tor tureed pacing hack and forth In his room. It wasn't to them the opportunity to know the burning ache In his heart that made his eyes, usually sharp and penetrating, i dull and tired. Many questions would have been answered had they known the story. The second day of the trial brought still a bigger crowd. They | overflowed into the wide corridors. The court room scens was the same as the first day. Philip and Dale were sealed at the counsel table—Barry sitting with the reporters at another table nearhy. Just a few feet awav from Madeline, who with Mrs. Davis, the .tall matron, eat like a wooden doll in the prisoner's chair. Judge Pemberton was seated on the bench, seemingly unmoved by the large crowd as he talked with the court clerk. The stenographer sat with hands poised over her typewriter. On one of the front row of seats. Fay Wallherg. dressed in black touches of white n n hst snd dress, sat nervously clasping her large black purse. She was quite pale, extremely so. The second day of the trial "The PeopJe versus Day" was under wav with tho rapping of the clerk's gavel. The whispering and shoving smong the crowd ceased and a tense hush settled over the room as the name of Peter Dean echoed thru the court room. Peter faced the court with a confident smile Glanced awiftly at Fav aa he raised hit hand for the oath. A few mlnutea later. Philip ap proached Peter and asked "What is your profession. Mr. Dean?" "Architect." "Ton were the Junior partner of the deceased?" "That's right," Peter nodded. "How long were you partner*?" "About eight years." "Your association was a happy and profitable one, 1 presume—?" "Comps rattvely. yea." "I wonder if you could give a yes or no answer to that last question." "Well." Peter answered slowly. "I'd eay yea." "Now, Mr. Dean, you of course now the deceased on the day day the murder took place—” ••Yes—" "Do you recall anything unus ual happening on that day—l mean during the regular routine of business?’* Peter thought a moment, then replied, "Nothing unusual took place—nothing that I can remem ber." "You (Nin’t remember anything that might have a bearing on the case?” "Nothing.'* said Peter (irmly. With a tired droop of his wide shoulders Philip said, “That’s all.” Dale cohered his face with his hand to hide a triumphant smile, while Harry threw a surprised glance his way. Dale rose to say "1 have nothing to ask the witness at this time." Peter was then excused and left the chair with a relieved look on his face. Kay gave him a timid smile as he passed by her. The court room was astir with excited whispering as the clerk called "Madeline Day’’ to the wit ness stand. But Madeline was buried deep in her bitter thoughts and made no move toward the chair. Again the «lerk called, his voice raised Impatiently, "will Madeline Day please take the stand?" "Conte dear." Mrs. Davis pulled Madeline's sleeve. Like g sleep walker. Madeline got up and made her way to the chair, looking neither to the right or left as she took her seat. A pained expression wa« etched on Rarrys face—He looked at Dale—a worried look. After the routine of taking the oath, Madeline waited, her hands lying loosely in her lap. Philip took his time and ap proached husy looking over some papers; close observers noted his shaking hands. "Good lord," explained Lambert Collins, news reporter. "I think the guy s sick—lies certainly not himself,” "I've been noticing that myself.” answered Sid Picket) "Working too hard” K Philip then suddenly approached Madeline and asked abruptly "Madeline Pay. why did you kill Anthony Wallherg— ?” The question was so unexpected that Madeline's c hoked gasp echoed a round the court room. Then she answered firmly "I did not kill Anthony Wallherg.” 'This is the death dealing wea pon. Is it not ” he held the shin ing stilette before her eyes. "I don't know—" Philip continued "According to the medical report, this is the wea pon.” ShTUnrRT answer. "And your finger prints were on the handle of this knife.” Madeline remained silent. "Did you or did you not threaten the deceased?” "I dont quite understand you” Madeline answered quietly. ”Yo u threatened to kill him—?" •"'No, I don't remember saving so.” "Well what did happen?” Picked up the knife for protec tion. Mr. Wallherg was forcing him self upon me. j merely told him not to bother me—” “And vet* when It was all over. Mr .Wallherg was dead- your finger prints and your s alone was on the knife—your uniform carried blood stain—how do you account for it?" (Continued next week) Dark Laughter .... by oi harringtom , ;il.?7 h . , : m Ti°r OU ‘* «">» to got ■ gallon of gaa for thoir now Ca* Ulae .ho? dlaagroa about who bought Uu gallon t£a loot timo." 2146 St AatofaM Strict, Corner Columbia—t Clifford A NON-PARTISAN NEWSPAPER -At A MAN THINKETH By SAMUEL P. BILLS “Matter of My Fate,” “Captain of My Soul” There ought to be no such thin* as pity in thin world. And, since there te. we who cell ourselves •‘strong and hearty” ought to look at ourselves as groveling worms In the dust. Because we are ihc laziest most inconsiderate, unproductive scalawags of the Oilman rar«. Oh yes, there are exceptions to the rule. But, generally speaking, the average man who has all his ori ginal powers lies down on the job. forgets that baths come more than once a week and seems to think everybody hut himself is a fool. I saA- Uarbo in “Nlnotchka” the other night. Through it ran the theme of power of the weak. There she Was. a Russian plenipotenti ary. a woman, doing a better Job than some bewhiskered, supercili ous diplomat. “When I Consider How My Light li Spent” The greatest workers In the world have heon those who have achieved through "unkindnesses of Nature.” Take John Milton, for in stance. He was nothing but a "vagabond poet” until, with fading vision, with a loving set of daugh ters around hint, he brought out "Paradise Lost” and "Paradise Re gained.” Nobody worries about Mil ton's blindness, hut who isn't struck dumb with awe at the sheer artistry of his words. Albert Kinstein. little humpback ed creature, is the world's genius. Scientist superb! He's tops tn mathematics! If Kinstein died to day the world would suffer its greatest loss. Chopin, Keller, Carver, Poe, Napoleon, Arthur Oh, I could go on to infinity nam ing those folks «ho have done so s> much for the world that I am ashamed or 'myself. Chopin's music is immortal. Wracked with tuber* culcsis, disdained hv mankind, he put down on paper series after series of little black note* which, interpreted by the fingers of every music master, lift a man's soul out of the depths of despair into a lighter atmosphere. Napoleon led troops on one of the world’s groat eset expeditions with cancer eating at his very entrails. Helen Keller stands out first and foremost as thd greatest example of achievement, with all faculties gone., Frail George Washington Car vers chemistry has set the world agog Who. white nr black, could have made hundreds of things with a “Goober?'’ Who could have found the rare Kgyption blue? \ 0 white man had been able Even Rochester university has had to acknowledge his genius. And you know that Proud Soul Hr Evelyn f. Pope A little brown boy, ragged and torn, Stood at the corner,- waiting for green— I took his hand to lead him across, He rolled his big, brown eyes and said. “No, I don’t know where I'm be ing led." A proud little man, despite his pants So ragged, patched and forlorn. when a white school bead half way aorossth, country I *> or a Negro- (something m J xm r™ * 1 th?^ , iaw] h Y , M.!'w,rS^ t J Kot . off , hlß affliction, and now stands and we miss as one of the leaders in work boys. Who of us would have d™. the tame? *■ Shame on Us, He.lthy, Strong Individuals I s,lll say we who claim to a strong, hi gmen, his wo m , n pretty teeth, shining eye* ’ W ,J good brains, are tli. worse sinsm in existence. ‘ Pimping. ’ t neTS which. 1 hope, die* noon dD( | I. nothing hut a try on the parttf men to keep from working Virt* means nothing to idem .What oti woman will do fur one another wM do and they know it. The itreg woman, the night walker, ai C *Mi the lustful advances of the hj crazed maniac bee »me *he doeml want to bet behind a ws*hb<ur4 or work for some private family, I’ve eeen lazy son, and daugh.’ ters. in the "pink of health.” linn# on their parents. ] know of strong follfs who have the nerve to w black glasses over 'V eyes a n 4 prey on the sympathy of the puk- He on the street corner*, i kao* of teachers, doctors, lawyers, wh# feel that an A B. degree nr a fe* years teaching entries them ts "fool the public' and pretend tl know what they don't know. I’ve Heard People Boast; Seen People Killed “Why man, my old lady know* she'd better bring that money home." "I don't want him for node lng hut his money; when he quits bringing that in. 4 m through with his. ' "lain t fixin to work my* self to death." Just a few expr**, slons you hear on the street th*sa days. People seem to think that others are like nickelodeons. Al soon as we put in nur nickle w# expect somebody to go into a danca And I've seen sonic people mow* ed down because tbe\ thought they could live on the doings of other*. The strong man w ho h«« the lent to do, because others will pamptr him. Is the worst pm k of mankind I'm guilty. You're guilty. And. ** ought to stop this tomfoolery. 1 Say All That To Say Thia—What Can We Do? There’s a better way out. S*p» phira in Wllla father* Sapphirs and the Slave Girl” though wheeled about her room in he wheelchair, was one of the hes? housekeeper* and wives In the countryside. Blind Roone, t'flu t ei tainii~i.( uldn't find the rostrum in any <hinh unlee* he had aid. made a name for bin* self. Schumann-Heink. idol of mil* Ilona. In falling he.iith certainly h%d the love an admiration of *ll the world. My opinion Is. then that we malt stop emphasizing the infirmities of the weak to the point of pity. Me# might all have hern created with out legs or arms. Every man mint help every other man. No man mint he discouraged because he has to turn another way. Why, I knot men without arms who ran dres* themselves better than I I'm find I’m willing to take off m.v hit «4 shake hands with any man whncir ries on. “in spite of.” Robert Bum* wrote; "A man's s man for a’ that* I believe that. Do you?