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Washington Tribune ber 26, 1929 BEN DAVIS, Jr. Feature Editor Art Through The Ed of a Fortune Money in a Cart To He Was Robbed o Carried His Money in a Cart Through The Streets—So He Was Robbed of a Fortune ```markdown ``` This picture shows Frank Carroll's money. Note the gunny sack in which he was accustomed to carry it about. When the bandits robbed him, they took money, sack, and all. Frank Carroll and his push cart. Here he has a full supply of hot tamales, and was from this cart that the bandits took the $50,000. This is a rather dilapidate carrying fifty thousand dollars. This picture shows Frank Carroll's money. Note the gunny sack in which he was accustomed to carry it about. When the bandits robbed him, they took money, sack, and all. The photograph shows a man standing next to a wooden cart, which is being used for transporting goods. The cart has a large wheel and a wooden frame. The man is wearing a white shirt and a hat, and appears to be holding the cart steady. The background is a street scene with trees and a car parked in the distance. hot tamales, and is about his rather dilapidated means of FOLLOW "Mamba's Daughters" This picture shows Frank Carroll and his push cart. Here he has a full supply of hot tamales, and is about his daily business. It was from this cart that the bandits took the $50,000. This is a rather dilapidated means of carrying fifty thousand dollars. home. His parents were very poor. His father worked by the day for a living, often not finding work, during which brief period the children were likely to go hungry. Perhaps this bitterness of poverty was what turned Frank's mind in the direction he traveled. As any other human being Frank had experienced enough of this sort of privation so he resolved to some day acquire a fortune. How well he lived up to his ambition remains to be seen. EACH WEEK IN THE ILLUSTRATED FEATURE SECTION Frank began in 1922, working for himself, and when 1926 came, he had forty thousand dollars in the bank, with property valued at about twice that much. The bank went broke, but fortunately Frank had drawn his cash out the day before with the exception of a few hundred dollars. This money he lost. But he saved the biggest part of it, and he believes THE NEW YORK TIMES A man kneeling in a field, holding a hat. This pictures shows the house where Frank Carroll was born and where he experienced the bitterness of extreme poverty. It was while living in this house that Frank developed the ambition to build the fortune which the robbers cruelly took from him. about with him in an old greasy the hot tamales. He Illustrated Feature Section W. B. Ziff Co., 608 S. Dearborn St., Chicago, Foreign Advertising Representatives Carried His Mon Streets—So He Perhaps Frank Will Bank His Next Fifty Thousand Dollars. By DONN BRYAN AFTER he had earned a fortune by his own ingenuity—having started life without a penny—he lost faith in banks and decided to keep the money where he knew it would be secure. But somebody tipped off a gang of robbers, and they took advantage of the opportunity. Thus, Frank Carroll, of Cape Girardeau, Missouri, awakened one morning to find that he didn't have a cent in the world. Built Large Fortune Frank Carroll is well known in and around Cape Girardeau. He is especially well known to the steamboat captains, the pursuers, and even the crews. He used to sell fruit on the river front in the old days when steamboating was a novelty. And he would hold up his fingers and say in a way which has never been successfully imitated: "How many?" Something in his voice attracted attention, and people flocked to him. So much so, in fact, that within twenty years, he built a large fortune. Everybody knows that Frank Carroll was very rich at one time, and that he made it all himself; and since he has that reputation, there are several theories as to how he lost his money. Today he has not a penny outside of what he makes peddling hot tamales to the people in the streets. Sometimes he makes two dollars a night, and sometimes he makes five. But he seldom, if ever, makes more than five. One of Frank's dearest friends is George Walls, on the hotel staff of the famous old St. Charles. That is the hotel at which General Grant had his headquarters during the Civil War, and George is about as well known as Frank Carroll. They have been almost inseparable since youth, for the only time they have been apart for any considerable time when George toured the country with the Famous Georgia Minstrels, which was produced by Richard and Pringle. But George, after he had satisfied his ambition to see the world, returned to his home town, at Cape Girardeau, and went to work at the same hotel where he had worked when a boy. Suffered in Poverty George does not exactly understand his friend Frank. He doesn't think anyone completely understands him. Frank Carroll is an original character; in more ways than one. For instance, he is a self-made man, and made a fortune, after being born in an impoverished home. His parents were very poor. His father worked by the day for living, often not finding work, during which brief period the children were likely to go hungry. Perhaps this bitterness of poverty was what turned Frank's mind in the direction he traveled. As any other human being Frank had experienced enough of this sort of privation so he resolved to some day acquire a fortune. How well he lived up to his ambition remains to be seen. Worth Over $100,000 Frank began in 1922, working for himself, and when 1926 came, he had forty thousand dollars in the bank, with property valued at about twice that much. The bank went broke, but fortunately Frank had drawn his cash out the day before with the exception of a few hundred dollars. This money he lost. But he saved the biggest part of it, and he believe Worth Over $100,000 THE HISTORY OF THE HOME This pictures shows the house where Frank Carroll was born and where he experienced the bitterness of extreme poverty. It was while living in this house that Frank developed the ambition to build the fortune which the robbers cruelly took from him. to this day that God had something to do with his saving the bulk of his bank account. Something seemed to say to him: "Frank Carroll, take your money out of that bank while you've got it. If you don't, you won't have any to take out." And that is exactly what Frank did. He followed the dictations of that hidden yet honest power. Time brings many changes, and after that bank failure, Frank Carroll faced a new day. He made up his mind that he wasn't going to risk any more banks. He rolled his money up in a gunny sack, and crammed it down into the corner of his push cart, in which he carried his fruits about town while seeking to dispose of them. Who would ever have thought of looking in a gunny sack to find forty thousand dollars in good hard mbney? Nobody. Therefore, someone must have given the robbers a tip. Robbers Get $50,000 Frank traveled the streets at all hours of the night. He made it a point to sleep in the mornings and to remain on the job from noon until daybreak the next day. The thought of going to bed while he still could sell a hot tamale never entered his mind. One had to remain on one's toes every moment when business was good. So Frank stayed on the job, and added more to that already substantial pile in the gunnysack in the corner of his push cart. Day by day this grew, hence Frank must have had pretty close to fifty thousand dollars at one time, although it is hard to believe that a man would carry that much money Illustrated Feature Section BEN DAVIS. Jr. Feature Editor gunnysack. However, since Frank says he had that much, who is there to dispute the fact? Then it is a well known point that Frank Carroll is truthful. Therefore, when they held him up in the streets at midnight at the point of a gun and dispossessed him of his money, the bandits made a good haul. Frank is firm in his conviction that someone tipped them off to his safety deposit vault, although he frankly admits that as to the identity of the scoundrel, he is a total stranger. It happened this way. Frank was young and ambitious, so naturally he was not unresponsive to the wiles of beautiful women. Such as Violet Rawson, for example. Violet Rawson was an uncommonly attractive creature. She hailed from the South and hot blood gushed in her veins. Her laughter was sincere, and she possessed a way of caressing a tired business man that made the latter forget everything but her. She made it a point to impress upon the mind of her victim—she was a siren, of course—the cuteness of her original mannerisms. Frank met her and succumbed to her dangerous charms. But most any man would have done that. She often said that she could captivate any man that came into her presence. She was always fashionably clad, energetic, vivacious, thrilling; and Frank began by spending small amounts of money on her, which he took from the huge roll in the burlap sack. But someone tipped the bandits off, and that night when he went along the street, crying his wares, two men walked out from the shadows of a darkened storefront, threw their pistols on him, and seized the burlap sack. Frank knew he could do nothing to save it, and he offered no argument. However, as soon as the desperadoes and the money had vanished, Frank ran away, left his cart, and put the police on the trail of the ghost bandits. But the money was never recovered. Right then and there, Frank Carroll should have gone about the business of protecting what he had left in the way of properties. But he didn't. When it was all over, Violet Rawson jilted him, consequently Frank lost money and girl. He had nothing left but a suit of clothes, and that was on his back. One of Frank's mottoes is: "Trust your friends, but cut the cards." This has been his policy since. Now, after having carved out a fortune by his own ingenuity, and lost it, he is busy trying to get back to where he once was. Maybe he will. But there are a thousand chances against him. He was a brilliant man in his day, and is still very clever. Today Frank Carroll is trying hard to once more acquire a small fortune despite his age. BOOK BLACK MAGIC, by Paul Morand. The Viking Press. Reviewed by GOUGH McDANIELS Paul Morand, the author of "Black Magic," traveled thirty thousand miles through twenty "Negro" countries. The eight stories which are bound together under the title, "Black Magic" are, we are led to believe, the resultant of his irrepressible globe-trotting. The Viking Press, publisher of Morand's book, says in its advertisement: "When Paul Morand tells stories of modern Negroes, he knows his Harlem and his New Orleans—and he also knows his Haiti, his Paris underworld, and his Congo." If the trashy effusiveness, given with a monotonous regularity in "Black Magic" constitutes a faithful representation of the modern Negro, founded upon truth, my prediction that Oscar DePriest will be the next President of the United tSates is conclusive. Here we have propaganda, bald, plain unadulterated. The Negro, whom the traveling Morand "knows" so very accurately, is basically a savage. 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No, she wasn't yielding, but she was leaning over—with such a list that the wedges slipped from under the wheels of the car. It slid back down the slope, down farther, and broke the chain across the stern. Congo screamed; there was one glimpse of her standing erect in her mourning clothes. . . ." "In the midst of the most sublime splash, a foaming apotheosis of the waterchute, with one convulsive wave of the hand, she plunged into the water as into an enchanted palace." The death of Congo is contrived through Morand's magic which may or may not be black. It is, at the most, cheap melodrama. Dr. Vamp, in "Syracuse, or the Panther-Man," a Negro intellectual and delegate to the Pan-African conference in Belgium visits a Negro museum in the Palace of Tervueren. Here he contemplates the relics of savage Africa while "something in his blood" stirs him to a realization of his kinship with this pictorial environment. "Was he descended from those two nude savages launching their canoe?" Morand "knows" who the savage progenitors of the Doctor were, for he magically transports Vamp to Africa where, unable to withstand the lure of the jungle (despite his degree of Doctor of Philcsophy from Harvard), he wanders in the forest and is devoured, magically, by a panther. As a matter of fact, rather than of the supernatural, the prototype of Dr. Vamp, in New York, today, through the most consistent and clear logic, continuously exposes to an understanding world the baseless insimulations and innuendoes of the Morands and their tribes. In "Good-Bye, New York," Pamela, a daughter of a colored woman who "invented an apparatus for taking the kink out of Negro hair," embarked on a tour around Africa, in one of the de luxe suites of the palatial steamer, "The Mamoth." Pamelas millions, inherited from her mother, and white skin inherited magically, are not sufficient protection against the rumors that she is a "nigger." At the first port of call, in Africa, of course, Pamela is unceremoniously abandoned because of a mistaken calculation of the duration of the ship's call. Now that Pamela is in Africa, Morand "knows" that she is "at home" notwithstanding her "white" blood. She eventually and magically finds a black savage whom she takes as a lover and is content. Perhaps, if the ratio of Pamela's white blood is as nine to one, we can more logically comprehend her alleged savage inclinations, if we assume that her white progenitors claimed Tom Hefin's Alabama as their habitat, where crowds gleefully gaze upon the tortured writhings of a disembowled blackamoor while he roasts on a stake. "Black Magic" abounds in inane puerilities. Here are a few: "Red is the Negroes' favorite color." Morand's fact-finding travels should Lovely Margaret Beckett, starring in Africana, has the beauty that men rave about and women envy. Beauty like hers is deeper than powder and rouge. 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Certainly, if Morand "knows his Harlem and his New Orleans—and he also knows his Haiti, his Paris under-world, and his Congo," and "knows" the Negroes in these places, I know that a jackass will win the Pimlico Futurity. BOOK TALK is continued on page seven o MAMBA'S DAUGHTERS A Story of Sacrifice, Romance, Humor and Tragedy MAMBA—Not a full-blooded Negro but whose dark color suggested an admixture of American Indian, is the much-beloved employee of the white aristocratic Wentworth family. THE WENTWORTH FAMILY—Consists of Saint Julien de Chatigny Wentworth, Polly Wentworth, and Mrs. Wentworth, their widowed mother. The family is more aristocratic than wealthy. MAUM NETTA—Another colored member of the Wentworth household, who has been with them for many years. Mamba has an uncannily clever understanding of the ruling white class and also possesses a naturally deep and unusually rich contralto voice. The Wentworths are unable to pay Mamba, but Mamba is so devoted to the family that she is satisfied with her board and the opportunity of acting as maid to Folly, a young lady of inherited social prominence. Polly was very apt in school, but Saint was a disappointment to everyone in the Wendworth family except Mamba, whose keen insight into human uature enabled her to see latent ability even though he did not respond creditably to the school system. Mamba alone understood Saint. HAGAR—Mamba's giant, muscular, slow-witted daughter, had an inordinate liking for strong drink, much to Mamba's distress. Two qualities she had in common with Mamba, namely, a fine contraito voice and a large body. Mamba had said Hagar was "horn for trouble." LISSA—Hagar's daughter, was the object of Mamba's sacrifice and the cause of Mamba's constant remonstrances against Hagar's habit. Mamba leaves the Wentworths for the Atkinsonens, who are also wealthy, incidentally more wealthy than aristocratic—in order that she may obtain more pay. In the meantime Saint obtains a five dollar a week job as storekeeper at the mines and begins a business career. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY INSTALLMENT IV. Counsel for the defence got to his feet and commenced to speak. He was a big man with a heavy lethargic body and a stupid face. His lips were loose and crafty. He gave the immediate effect of one who was going through a familiar routine, saying the trite phrases with noise but without conviction. That tension which one expects to find at a criminal trial, and that Dawson had attained, was now wholly lacking, except in the tranced attention accorded by the tightly packed Negro section. The jury lounged at ease in their chairs. The judge and clerk were busy with papers of other cases on the docket. mote from her comprehension as are the workings of destiny. Words, words, filling the air with strange, exciting sound. Later there would come a silence, then that fate which was approaching, and was already determined, would be revealed to her. It would make her happy or sad. It would have to be accepted as had other crises in her uncertain advance through life. The lawyer ended his speech in a burst of noise, an oratorical invocation to the blind goddess who held the scales over the portal and who dispensed justice to rich and poor alike. He turned to his seat followed by such an admiring and unself-conscious gaze from his client that for Atkinson transferred his attention to the prisoner in the dock. She was sitting forward following every gesture of the lawyer with a hypnotic gaze. One got the impression that her interest in the proceedings was impersonal, detached. She was caught by the drama of it but had not succeeded in relating the obscure process that was under way to herself. She was in the grip of forces as re- BEAUTIFUL BUT NOT DUMB Miss Denise McClellan, popular New York society girl, was one of the winners of a recent popularity contest. She is well known and greatly admired in the younger set. She is an efficient bookkeeper in a realty office. Miss McClellan proves that all beautiful girls are not dumb. SYNOPSIS note from her comprehension as are the workings of destiny. Words, words, filling the air with strange, exciting sound. Later there would come a silence, then that fate which was approaching, and was already determined, would be revealed to her. It would make her happy or sad. It would have to be accepted as had other crises in her uncertain advance through life. The lawyer ended his speech in a burst of noise, an oratorical invocation to the blind goddess who held the scales over the portal and who dispensed justice to rich and poor alike. He turned to his seat followed by such an admiring and unself-conscious gaze from his client that for a moment Atkinson feared that she might altogether forget herself and burst into aplause. The speech over, the court became animate. The judge charged briefly for conviction. The jury marched out and returned almost immediately with the verdict of guilty. The clerk ordered the prisoner to arise and receive sentence. The judge gave her a severe lecture, and in the midst ILLUSTRATED FEATURE SECTION—October 26, 1929 of a dramatic pause, seven years in the state reformatory. A composite involuntary sound that was half wail, half moan, sounded from the Negro section. "Order in court," bawled the bailiff. A deputy led the prisoner from the dock. She cast a final admiring glance toward her attorney. There could be no doubt about it; he had delivered a satisfactory performance. Atkinson gasped at the severity of the sentence; then he went around and took an empty chair beside Dawson. "Good God!" he exclaimed. "Seven years for a few dollars' worth of second-hand clothes. It's inhuman." The younger man smiled into his earnest face. "I see you haven't got the hang of it yet," he said, "but don't be too scandalised at us. She is not going to do her full time. I'll keep a note of the case, and later she'll be let out on good behaviour. You see, there are a lot of shyster lawyers around here who take the 'niggers' money in advance and promise to clear them when they know there isn't a chance. The only way to convince the poor devils that they're being done is to throw it into them good and deep every time a case goes to a jury. But God! They learn slowly." Hagar's case was called, and Atkinson saw her enter, dwarfing the deputy who led her to the dock. This was his first glimpse of his charge, and he was at once struck by the candour of the big, childlike face, and the questioning, live brown eyes that were so much like Mamba's. He was anything but an imaginative man, but in that moment he had a flash of divination. He saw the court, the officers, the jurymen, as these simple souls must see them: akin to the High Gods of Greek mythology, manipulating the vast, mysterious force that was the law, looming suddenly and inexorably against the galety of life, to smash families—even to mark for death. Dawson was speaking to him, and he turned with a start. "You had better have a talk with your client," he was saying. "Tell her to p'ead guilty when the clerk finishes reading the indictment and puts the question." He beckoned to Mamba, and together they stepped to the prisoner's dock. There he commenced an involved explanation of the reason why it would be best for her to plead guilty. Hagar did not take her eyes from his face, but he saw that her look was that of a drowning person who watches the shore rather than one of understanding. He stopped speaking. Then she said: "What dat wod' Ah's tuh say?" "Gulky." Atkinson told her. "Berry well, den. Yo' nod yo' head at de right time an' Ah'll say um." at de right time an All I say un. Mamba retired to her seat, and Atkinson joined the prosecutor. The clerk rose, read the indictment and put the question. Atkinson nodded his head, and, in her deep contralto voice, Hagar said clearly, "Guilty." THE judge leaned over his desk and raised his eyebrows in interrogation. Dawson beckoned to Atkinson and stepped forward. "Your Honour," he said, "I would like to present Mr. George Atkinson of the Southeastern Cotton Seed Products Corporation, one of our leading citizens, who is intereted in this case." The judge hook hands warmly; then, leaning forward on his elbows, spoke in a leisurely conversational tone: "I am delighted to know you, sir. You are from the North, I understand." Atkinson had been busy with plans for his client's defence, wondering whether he had not better bring Mamba forward and let her tell her story. The social turn taken by the court jarred him from his line of thought. He uttered a surprised affirmative to the comment. The judicial features above the desk smiled pleasantly down upon him, and the agreeable voice with its almost imperceptible drawl led the conversation among the amenities that usually preface an acquaintanceship. Beyond the small circle of their talk the courtroom waited. Here and there a chair leg creaked or a foot shuffled. Beyond the window a huckster cried his fish in a deep baritone song. In the Negroes' section the tension drew out until it became almost tangible in the air of the room. And at the desk the three men chatted of the relative merits of the Charleston and New York climates. They might have been in a club, or at a chance meeting after business hours. Finally the judge touched on the case. "And so you are interested in this woman, Mr. Atkinson. Very good of you to assist us. I am sure. Perhaps you will tell me what you know of the affair." Atkinson explained his connection with Mamba and Hagar. His interest seemed to be entirely understood by his hearers. The fact that he had espoused the woman's cause was taken as a matter of course. As briefly as possible he told the story as he had got it from Mamba. "She's been in the police court several times, Your Honour. Nothing serious: hot suppers, lodge meetings, and the like. There's nothing vicious about her." His Honour pondered: "Still, she has a, police record. That's got to be considered. Evidently the town is no place for her. Ought to get her out of it and give her another chance." He continued to speak, but now his glance took the other two into consultation: "A two-year suspended sentence ought to do. Give her six hours to get out of the city. Then put her on her good behaviour. If she is arrested anywhere in the county, or enters town again for any purpose whatever the sentence will become immediately operative. Does that appeal to you as a fair adjustment, Mr. Atkinson?" It had never occurred to that gentleman that he would be consulted in so important a matter as the actual measure of punishment, but he managed to say that he thought it not only very fair but decidedly generous. "I am glad that you feel that way about it, sir," His Honour replied, then shook hands over the desk, expressed pleasure in the meeting, and nodded to the clerk. An involuntary whisper lifted and died in the Negro section. The bailiff bawled for order in court. The clerk called upon Hagar to arise and receive sentence. Slowly and lucidly the judge made his pronouncement and explained its purport. Then he ordered court adjourned for the day. The deputy who was to take charge of Hagar until she should leave the city led her from the room, and a bewildered George At- kinson got to his feet and made for the open. When he was on the pavement again he found that Mamba had accompanied him. She had been so quiet during the proceedings that, in his absorption, he had forgotten her, and the presence of the child which she held tightly by the hand struck him with the impact of a fresh surprise. Mamba caught his hand, shook it, tried to speak, then turned suddenly and followed Hagar. He stood looking after the strange old figure. Age with its back to the wall, fighting for something against great odds. His heart contracted with an unfamiliar spasm of pity, then expanded with a desire to protect. All feeling of boredom had passed during the trial. He had espoused a cause. For the moment he had put his best into it. Now, with the fight behind him, he could not let it go. It kept tagging along beside him, plucking at the sleeve of his mind. It made him think about something that had nothing to do with cotton seed. It started something in his brain like the slow turning up of a light. This Negro business; millions and millions of them. Race problem. What to do with the whole mass. You came up to that, and it was there before you like a wall without a gate. One either stood there battering his hands to pieces on it, or he walked away and made it his business to forget. But this old woman now, and her great ungainly daughter, and that child that they had a way of speaking about with their voices lowered; this was something different. These three were not a race problem. They were individual entities battling with destiny, needing a leg up most terribly. The weak throwing themselves on the mercy of the strong. Mamba—Hagar—the child—not Negroes new: to but to his mind just isolated human beings driven by some obscure urge toward a vague, elusive goal, as he was—his wife—his children. Was that the feeling behind the law as he had found it in the court that morning? Was it the key to the puzzling attitude of the men he knew who could be so callous to the mass, yet who responded with exaggerated generosity to the need of a known individual? He came to a street crossing, and his alert mind leaped to grapple with actualities, suddenly and keenly cognisant of the world about him. Over the cobbles at his feet a low cart was being dragged by an aged goat. In it sat a crippled Negro. His head was bare to the sun, and his face wore the vacuous look that is common to both dreamers and fools. His hat lay upward in his lap, and there were a few pennies in it. The sight was a familiar enough one to Atkinson. He had seen the beggar every day, and yet his existence had never impinged upon his consciousness. Now he saw him differently. "God!" he thought. "What a hell of a joke for life to play on a man." He fumbled in his pocket, drew out a dollar bill, and dropped it in the hat. The face below him became incredulous. Slow fingers picked the bill up and felt it, turning it over and over. Atkinson pulled himself together. "Can't stand here all day looking like Santa Claus," he told himself. He turned on his heel and stepped briskly away, but his half-solved problem was not to be out-distanced; it was with him again, insinuating itself between his mind and the image of yesterday's quotation board. Individuals—human beings—that's the answer, perhaps. Can't lift th emass. No use to try, it's too vast. Can't get hold of the edges of it, Can't get hold of the edges of it, and if one did it would probably drop and smash things to pieces. But when you know of one who is catching hell, got to be decent, human. And leave the race problem to God and the greatgrandchildren. He was at his office now. Squaring his shoulders, he took the steps two at a time, opened the door, and exclaimed briskly, "Afternoon, Johnson. Got yesterday's reports ready?" Saint Wentworth sat in the little room behind the camp commissary, his brow furrowed with the intensity of his mental concentration. Before him, propped upon a table, was a self-instruction book of music, and his fingers were busy finding chords on the neck of a battered guitar. The open page showed diagrams of the strings with black dots where the fingers were to fall for each chord. Some of the combinations were awkward for his unaccustomed hands, but he hung doggedly to each until he could find it with his eyes lifted from the pages before he passed on to the next. At first glance one would have said that his three years at the phos- (Continued on page 4) The Finishing Touch for Beautiful Hair Your Hair Must Have These Three Treatments: After the shampoo, all hair is inclined to be dull and brittle, even very difficult to comb. MURRAY'S SUPERIOR HAIR-GLO will give your hair its natural lustre and provide the necessary oil to make it easy to dress. 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He was one of those not uncommon people who find expression in the things with which they surround themselves; people for whom no evaluation can serve that does not take the setting into account. There were books on a shelf, plays, biography, poetry, a modern novel or two; the astonishingly varied collection that in age may mean only the dilettante, but in youth the seeker. An etching was given one of the four walls to itself: an extremely well-down piece of work by a young Charleston artist—the gateway of old St. Michael's with its wrought-iron urns and scrolls. A small but fine plaster of the Nike was given the mantel. A couch against one of the walls was covered with brown burlap, and had pillows of orange and lemon upon it. The draperies at the single window were the colour of sunlight. Now day was retreating rapidly behind the panes. The fluctuations of firelight grew more noticeable on walls and furnishings, thrusting mellow shafts under the table and into corners—possessing the room. Saturday night, and the Negroes would soon be coming to do their shopping. Wentworth cast a long look about him, sighed, and passed through the door into the commissary with its familiar odour—kerosene from the barrel in the corner, cabbages—the smells seeming stronger and more sour in the dusk. Then he caught a clean wholesome whiff from a pile of print cotton goods at his elbow. He threw some wood on the coals in the small open fireplace, lighted the lamps, and stepped through the outer door onto the little piazza. A cold red sunset burned low behind the serried pines, and over the eastern marshes the mists thickened and swirled, bringing night in from the Atlantic wrapped in their folds. A group of Negroes approached, their resonant voices preceding them. They were in high humour. Tonight they would commence to buy on next week's wages. The exhaustion of credit that invariably pinched them during the latter half of each week was now happily at an end until next Wednesday, or even Thursday if one were careful. Maum Vina, with her kind, peering eyes, and Reverend Quintus Whaley, fat and unctuous, were the first to enter. Behind them groups of twos and threes, gathered before the store, climbed the steps, and entered the building. Loud chaffing and banter filled the air. Most of the women were swinging bottles by strings to be filled with kerosene for their lamps, and some brought jugs for molasses. The men were covered with dust from the mining pits. This was the hour when labour was forgotten, friends, met, and gossip was exchanged. The commissary building glowed hospitably. The open fire crackled on the hearth, and several oil lamps flickered in the draught and sent ribbons of smoke up among the rafters. 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His customer was a small black Negro in late middle life, with a grizzled moustache, and large teeth between which was clenched a cheroot that added a smell like burning leather to the other odours in the room. He was pondering over a selection from several bolts of black-and-white cambrics and cotton flannels. He smoked steadily while he held the widths of cloth against a soap box, black for the outside and white for the lining, appraising the effect with his head cocked speculatively on one side. From time to time he would look up and speak to an acquaintance. It seemed to Saint that he was deliberately protracting his errand, enjoying the importance that it gave him. And there was a smugness about him that was annoying. Saint remembered the sounds of weeping that he had heard when he had passed his cabin, and the stricken face of Dolly as she looked from the door. Now he spoke sharply, "If you're sure the box is large enough, say what cloth you want and get through. I haven't all night to give you." Ned produced a stick about eighteen inches in length and placed it by Du Bose Heyward in the box, where it fitted nicely. "Ain't yo' see, suh, dat he size? He ain't but a six mont' ole baby, an' he always been puny." "Well come along then. Cambric "Well, come along, then. Cambric or flannel?" "Gib me dis"—and the man indicated the cambric—"two yahd black and two yahd white. Dat flannen cos' too much aryhow." He added a package of tacks to his purchase. His gaze went longingly to a glass jar filled with large candy balls of striped red and white. "An' put in t'ree ob dem candy ball fuh sweeten my mout." he concluded. He spat the cheroot loudly into the fire and put one of the candies in his cheek, where it looked like the symptom of an acute toothache. Then around the obstruction he said, "Now, suh, please gib me a cherry bounce an' I'll be gone," and he started optimistically toward the keg which contained the sticky sweet drink that the Negroes loved. "No, I don't," said Wentworth sternly. "Get on back to Dolly. You ought to be ashamed to be hanging around the store and your woman alone with your dead baby." "Dolly tek on too much, Chief. Baby is plentiful. Dev comes an' dey goes." And with this philosophical comment he took his departure. A young woman who was passing behind the speaker heard his remark and sucked her teeth loudly at him. "Ole rooster wid young pullet oughtn't to crow so loud," she flung after his retreating figure. There was some laughter from the group at the fire, but an old woman, Maum Vina, with the bright peering eyes, spoke soberly: "Yo' hadn't ought to laugh at ole Ned like dat. Dat canst do no good. What if Gilly Bluton is run after Dolly, he done de same by plenty odder gal roun' here. When a man know dat anodder man is runnin' after he 'oman, dat one ting. But when he know dat odder people know, den he goin' fight. Yo' mus' want to hab killin' in dis camp, enty?" "Well, he ain't gots no right to strut so," the young woman said defiantly. "An' Gilly ain't no gawd. He can bleed same as any odder man. What de matter wid dese mens roun' here, anyhow, dey 'fraid um so?" She cast a look of scorn around the circle which the men chose to ignore. But old Vina was undaunted: "Yo' ain't use' to talk like dat 'bout Gilly," she said. "Mus' be he done quit goin' to yo' house now." Saint turned to wait on the next customer, then instinctively followed her gaze toward the door. A stranger had entered. In the small and intimate neighbourhood a new face was sure to claim attention, but this arrival was such a striking figure that her sudden appearance created a minor sensation. The noise around the fire seemed to recoil upon itself, leaving a poised question in the air. All eyes were fixed upon the open door, and the great bulk of the woman who filled it. She stood for a moment blinking in the light, then crossed with a heavy tread and faced Wentworth (Continued on page 6) Fletcher's CASTORIA FOR QUICK, HARMLESS COMFORT Children Cry for It FOR CONSTIPATION, DIARRHEA, FEVERISHNESS When Washington Society "Turns Out" [Top] A group of uniformed soldiers standing in formation, with a large portrait of a man in a suit in the background. [Bottom] Two soldiers in uniform are kneeling and facing each other, with one soldier placing a hand on the other's shoulder. [Right] A close-up of a soldier's face, wearing a military uniform. Top, left inset—Congressman Oscar DePriest, an interested spectator at the cadet drill. Top, right inset—The winning Captain John A. Davis of Dunbar High School. He is the brother of W. Allison Davis, young intellectual and radical. Top, center photo—The first cadet battalion organized in Washington, in 1894-5. Lower left photo—Pinning medals on the winners of the 1929 cadet drill. Lower right photo—Captain Arthur C. Newman, one of the leaders of the annual cadet event. THERE are two events in the District of Columbia which attract the undivided support of the "well known" and "exclusive" Washington society. They are the Howard-Lincoln football game and the annual cadet corps drill. Just as the "pretty schoolmars" exhibit their raccoons, chinchillas and sable skins at the gridiron classic, so the cadet drill occasions the display of the choicest, the most elaborate and scantiest spring frocks. The Dunbar-Armstrong feud is familiar throughout colored America. Dunbar is probably the better known of the two, due to the fact that some of the most brilliant scholars of the Negro race have been foundationed in the sound, thorough training afforded by this school. While Armstrong, too, is a school of exceptional merit. These schools vie with each other during the entire school year, and the crowds throng their every competitive engagement. The crowning competition of the high school year is the cadet drill, an annual feature of the High School Cadet Corps. Each school has its cadet regiment and each seeks to prove its superiority in training. The cadet drill takes precedence over every other sport in high school life. Preparation begins when school opens in the fall. The cadets are well equipped with regulation army guns, and have their own distinctive uniforms and insignia. Soon after school begins, competition begins to show itself. Individual contests are held, to determine the best drilled private in the ranks. the best drilled squad, and the best drilled platoon. Rivalry soars exceedingly high as drill day slowly approaches. In the graded schools, there is much talk of the approaching event. It presages a sort of circus atmosphere. At the high schools, each cadet works night and day, ever hoping that when he goes to the field, that there will be nothing to mar his company's performance. The companies are almost evenly matched, and a mistake may cause the loss of the coveted prize. It is the day before drill day. A feeling of tense excitement hangs in the air. Nerves are on edge. From the assembly halls are heard the rival school yells, echoed and reechoed from nearly a thousand throats. School is dismissed. Tomorrow is the big day—the day that is to bring both happiness and sorrow. Year before last, Dunbar carried off all three prizes. Last year she duplicated that feat. The drill this June was more exciting than ever before. The law of averages decreed that Dunbar should not win in this manner the third consecutive year, but this only whetted the Dunbar appetite for victory. Drill day arrived. A great crowd packed into the large American League Park. Gala society thronged the side lines. Congressman Dempriest and other notable invited guests were present to witness this exhibition of rivalry between America's foremost colored high schools. Amidst exciting cheering and inspiring songs, the companies marched onto the field in turns. Quickly, each went through its maneuvers, first, in company formation, and then in battle. The latter was one of the most exciting events on the program. A tiny block house was placed in one corner of the field. From here students from Howard University fired volleys of blank cartridges that boomed as though in the midst of an actual battle. Cautiously, the cadets advanced into the fire. Stealthily, they crept up on the "enemy." Then came the final rush. Like a hurricane they swept down, running and yelling, shouting and firing, until the fort was captured. Eleven companies went through this. The last company marched from the field and the stands awaited the awards. Then the entire brigade returned onto the field. The stands grew tense. The wait seemed interminable. Finally the judges appeared, led by Lieut. Colonel B. O. Davis, head judge and one of the highest ranking officers in the regular army. The head judge whispered into the ear of the colonel of the cadet corps the name of the winning company, and the word was quickly passed down until it reached company "A" of Dunbar, commanded by Captain John A. Davis, Lieutenants Britton Sayles and Roscoe Orme. Dunbar had won again! With snappier step than ever, the company marched to receive their rewards, the captain was awarded a diamond medal and gold badge; the lieutenants, gold badges, and the privates, purple ribbons. The Dunbar stands were wild with ILLUSTRATED FEATURE SECTION-October 26,1929 acclaim and with noises perhaps unknown before. As second prize also went to a Dunbar company, commanded by Captain Clarence Lewis, Armstrong's hopes fell. When the third prize was also awarded to a Dunbar company, the Armstrong rooters grew sullen. 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Mamba had no right to put her problem up to him in that fashion. Well, anyway, there was no work for a woman in the camp. He would only have to tell her so and send her on her way. "That would be simple enough if you were a man," he said. "There's plenty of work in the pits, but we don't use female labour. You'll have to hunt somewhere else." But his visitor did not take his dismissal. Instead, she drew a step closer and looked at him incredulously out of eyes that might have been Mamba's own. "Ma didn't tell me no other place to go," she explained. "All she say was for me to come to yo' an' tell yo' she done sen' me." Saint thought: "Confound the old woman. Is there no limit to her audacity?" He met the singularly bright gaze that was bent upon him. In some uncanny way it seemed to evoke Mamba herself. It gave him the same melting twist in the pit of his stomach that he had felt when she had cozened those spurious letters of recommendation out of him three years before. "But I tell you we only employ, men," he repeated in a voice that was weakly augmentative. She unbuttoned her sleeve and jerked it back to the shoulder, then held out her arm, turning it slowly. Under the dark skin the muscle of the forearm rippled. She bent the arm upward at the elbow, and the biceps bunched. She gave a low, confident laugh. "Ain't dat all right?" she asked. The Negroes began to laugh and whisper. A woman in the pits—who ever heard of such a thing! Saint regarded the demonstration of muscle and laughed. "It certainly is," he answered her. Then, quite to his own surprise he found himself adding: "If you want to try it, I don't see why you shouldn't." He took down an account book. "And while you're here you might as well give me your name." The woman hesitated, biting her full lower lip with strong white teeth. Finally she asked: "Ain't yo' gots one in dere dat Ah can use?" Saint wondered if she hadn't one of her own. 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It gots a good sound to it, an', aftuh all, Ah ain't so lucky mahse'f." Then she seemed arrested by the drama of her predecessor. She reached across the counter and dropped a long index finger on the writing. "When he buy dat bittle he been well an' hongry, an' he nebber lip long 'nough to pay for um. Ain't dat so?" Saint hooded assent. "Po' Baxter," she apostrophised. "Yo' ain't mean to cheat nobody. If Ah lib long 'nough Ah's goin' settle dat bill fuh yo.'" Saint had to leave her then to serve his customers. It was an interminable business — two cents' worth of grit, three cents for molasses, a penny invested in a herring, salt pork, kerosene—and so it went with each shopper. When he had time to notice Baxter again she had joined the group in the doorway and seemed already to have made her place among them. Near closing time Gilly Bluton came in. They heard his buggy drive up and stop outside. Then he entered, elbowing his way through the crowd around the door, with a young woman clinging to his arm. "What make yo' don't stand back an' gib de lady room!" he demanded irritably. They crowded back then, not breaking up and scattering, but opening for him in two closely standing divisions. There was a hostile significance in the way they massed, leaving the man and his partner more room than they needed, as though their touch were evil. But Bluton chose to ignore them and swaggered over to the show case where luxuries were exhibited. The man was a mulatto with Negro predominating, but among the Negroes of the camp, most of whom retained the sooty blackness indicative of undiluted Gullah blood, he seemed of a different race. The contrast was accentuated by the fact that he could read and write, and figure with great rapidity. Talents which, applied with energy and cunning and without conscience, resulted in his acquisition of most of the wages of the labourers that were not previously retained by the commissary or appropriated by the magistrate. He always wore store clothes of extreme cut, and never spent money unless he had an audience. The woman who accompanied him was not a resident of the camp, but lived at Red Top, a neighbouring hamlet. She glared her defiance and flaunted her triumph before the local belles. With white people Bluton had an ingratiatingly confidential manner, and he now made the purchase of a highly coloured box of candy for the young woman appear as an especially intimate transaction between Saint and himself. Not that he presumed an equality, he was much too astute for that. But he always managed to give an impression to watching Negroes that his IF YOU DROPSY Suffer From or dropsy swelling or shortness of breath write us for FREE trial package. 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It had been pointed out that the Negro's position as the confidential employee of Proc Baggart, the magistrate, would enable him so to demoralise the labour that the operation of the camp would be thrown decidedly out of gear. They would like to have sent him packing, but he was too deeply entrenched, and he knew it, and the power that it gave him. He stood for a moment lolling against the counter and looking disinterestedly at the group around the door that was now breaking up into pairs and individuals and straggling away toward the cabins. The older ones left in silence. The younger women and men told Bluton good-night, some boldly calling him Gilly, and the timid ones Mr. Bluton. Some regarded him with fawning wonder in their stupid eyes. The man nodded absently in response, then he shot after them: "What's the use yo' boys sayin' good-night? I 'spec' I'll be seein' yo' all at de game 'bout nine o'clock. Dis Saturday night, ain't it?" Baxter had been sitting on a box beside Maum Vina, who had promised to put her up for the night. Now she and the old woman rose and called a good-night to Wentworth. (Continued on page 8) PROTECT YOURSELF Always the Same Never hurts the heart The World's antidote for PAIN Bayer-Tablets of Aspirin BAYER Genuine THE LIFE OF BERT WILLIAMS-No. . . 20 A BOOK TALK thus far characterized their blatant hum-buggery and stupidity of leadership. Contrary to popular belief, the authors take the position that science has not made men irreligious. In the chapter entitled, "Religion and Science," we read the following: "The growth of the scientific faith has not made men irreligious; it has led them to new conceptions of the nature and function of religion in human life." This will find a happy retreat in the minds of those who condemn the highly machinized civilization of the twentieth century. 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"Whar did yo' come from, Big Gal?" he asked at length, his large, facile mouth mocking her with its smile. The woman was standing in the doorway, with the night behind her and the flickering lamps pointing up high lights in her boldly modelled face, bringing out glints of dark amber in her wide eyes. As the man approached, her body tensed defensively, and lifted itself to its full height. There was nothing humorous about the wrapped wool of her head—the shabby clothes. She was invested in a sudden natural dienity. "Ah come from Sabannah," she told him. "Ah come 'cause Ah wants to. An' my name ain't Big Gal. It's Baxter." Her gaze never wavered, the glints of amber giving it a strange lucence as it held Bluton's eyes. For a moment they stood without movement. A sense of impending drama drew wire-tight through the room—twanged the nerves of susceptible onlookers. Maum Vina's cackle, timid but urgent, jangled across it. "Come on daughter. Time to go home," she said gently. She took Baxter's hand and drew it toward the door. Bluton laughed shortly, comfortably, lowered his eyes, and folded his loose lips tightly over the cigar. The girl by the show case, who had been standing with a chocolate in her fingers, ran over and caught her man by the arm, glaring defiance at Baxter. The big woman regarded her with a look of supreme contempt, then turned without a word and went with Maum Vina. Behind her the tense atmosphere went suddenly slack. Bluton collected his faculties and stressing each word exaggeratedly, called after the disappearing figure: "All right, Sistuh, jus' as you say, ob course." Saint experienced some difficulty in getting Baxter on the pay roll. No one could look at her and doubt her ability to perform even that gruelling labour. But this was the fatal objection: there was no precedent for it. Women worked in the fields, the home, bore children. But the mines were for the men. Then, too, the mining was done by each, and no man was willing to risk the ridicule of having a fegangs composed of two Negroes she said humbly. "Ah heah how male partner. The prospect was becoming dark indeed when Saint discovered that an aged Negro called Drayton was going to be laid off because he was becoming feeble and none of the younger Negroes would take him on as pit partner. He arranged that Baxter should have a tryout with the old man. The woman had no idea what the work would be like, but she had superlative confidence in her muscle. And, too, the open country, the ILLUSTRATED FEATURE SECTION-October 26, 1929 sense of space, and the cool yielding sand beneath her feet gave her a sense of harmony with her surroundings. At the field's edge on that first morning she was joined by Drayton, a grizzled little man with a wisp of a moustache and old, stubborn eyes. There was a story that when he was in his prime and a schooner was being loaded with rock against time, he had wheeled and dumped five hundred barrow loads of four hundred pounds each without pausing even for food and had earned the record wage of seven dollars in a single day by his feat. Ever since this achievement he had strutted like a little cockerel, and the story was always on his lips. He would say to the big lazy bucks: "How much barrow can yo' load in a day?" When he got the answer he would always cluck his tongue in scorn and tell of his own record. He knew well that they would be glad to turn upon him when his hand grew feeble and his ultimate hour of humiliation arrived. But his worst fear had never conjured up the idea of having to work with a woman. Today the sweet winter air was as wormwood on his tongue. They stood in the open looking each other up and down, these strangely mated partners. Then, in a deep, bullying voice that no one had ever heard him use before, the old labourer took the offensive. "Spec' me tuh make mine han' out ob yo', enty! Weil, Ah ain't gots no time fuh foolin'. Ah suec' yo' done heah 'bout dat time Ah done roll fib hundred barrow in a day, enty? Well, dat de kin' ob a man yo' gots fuh partner. Ef yo' can't keep up wid me, Ah goin' quit, yo' onnerstan'!" Baxter looked at the agitated little figure and saw the surrender masquerading behind bluster and noise, and her heart went out to ABabyInYourHome Doctor's Prescription Sent Fre Hundreds of m. ried women, childic for years, sudden find tiemelseins in state of the most blissful anticipation due to the influence of a doctor's most wonderful prescription that overcomes sterility in many cases when due to functional weakness. Mrs. Mary Etters of Tenth St. Braddock. Pa., writes: "We are blessed with a fine baby boy. I congrat- Mother and baby ulate you on your splendid prescription. 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She was full of tenderness for him. She would have debased herself if she could have propped up his toppling dignity thereby. She was sorry that her huge body made him seem all the smaller by comparison. She wished that she could shield him, help him over his bitter hour. "Ah t'ank yo' fuh take me on," yo' is de bes' man on de field. Ahn't nuttin' but a 'oman, but Ah is goin' do bes' Ah can." And so they turned their backs on the jeering crowd, and entered upon their strange partnership. The field to be mined was a large one. The axe men had gone before them and cleared it of forest, and it waited, clean and bare, for the diggers. Presently the foreman came around and assigned a "task" to each pair of workers, or, if they were industrious, two together, while he was about it. A "task" was a rectangle four by six feet in size. 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John Page makes good money, he has a good trade, and makes more money by far than most of his neighbors but he has to work long hours. Annetta was kept busy enough until the three children were all old enough to go to school. Then she found time hanging heavy on her hands, and she began wondering whether John really loved her. He wasn't at home much. She decided she wasn't sure that he really did love her. Just about that time a handsome young fellow—a regular sheik—moved in down the block and Annetta met him. She thought she loved him. She listened when he told her how much he loved her and how he wanted her to run away with him. She had decided to do it, but first she wrote to me, and told me all about it, and sent a copy of her husband's writing, and also some of that of her new friend. (Continued from page eight) of admiration. The woman dug most of the day, and when they got to the rock, she elected to pick it out while he rolled it to the cars, telling him that she wanted to keep away from the men who were gathered at the tracks. Once the foreman came up and looked into the pit. He was a gentleman, and his people had for generations been used to appraising Negro labour. The hole had reached its depth of six feet, and the woman was standing on the bare floor of rock into which she was driving her pick. She paused and looked up. The pit had been full of sun all day, and the work terribly heavy. Baxter had thrown off her outer waist, and through her undershirt the man could see the swell of powerful shoulder and back muscles, the high lift of her chest as it rose and fell on long, unhurried breaths. He turned to Drayton with a wink. "You're not such a damned bad picker, after all," he observed. The old man smiled; then, in the new, deep voice of authority, he ripped out some unnecessary instructions to the woman. She answered submissively: "Yas. suh. Tankyo', suh." And he wheeled his barrow off toward the tracks. She glanced up out of the pit full into the amused eyes of the white man, and a look of absolute comprehension passed between them. "You know men, Baxter, you'll do," he said with a grin as he turned away. By the time that Saturday night came the jibes at Drayton's expense had ceased and he was the secret envy of most of the lazy young pit men in the field. Baxter for her part had earned eight dollars for the week's labour. She had settled in old Maum Vina's cabin, and she owed half of her income to the commissary for supplies which she had contributed to their living. That first Saturday night she turned her back on the allurement of gossip and laughter ILLUSTRATED FEATURE SECTION-October 26, 1929 Here are the two writings which I have marked A and B. John Page wrote A, which shows a man who is loyal, sincere, a true and honest lover, and a man who will do anything possible for those he loves. B is the writing of the "other man." It is not a pleasant picture; he is grasping, stingy, mean, and even brutal if he does not have his own way. I wrote to Annette and told her the truth as I found it, and now she is at home with her family, happy in the knowledge that her husband truly loves her. He, too, is finding a little more time to spend with his family. Your writing shows your nature just as clearly as John Page's writing showed his. Your friend's writing tells the story of the heart that is back of the pen that does the writing, just as surely as it did in this case. There may be "another man" or "another woman" in your life, and you may be wondering what to do. Your handwriting has a story that will help you know, just as it did Annetta. You may have a personal report made of your handwriting if you will write a page, using pen and ink. Sign your name, send letter to Dr. M. N. Bunker, in care of this newspaper with a stamped and self addressed envelope for reply. Be sure to enclose the stamped envelope, for letters without this will be discarded. at the store, took her four dollars, tied them up in a corner of her handkerchief, dropped it in her bosom, and went home to bed. There would be a long journey tomorrow, and she must be up and on her way in the early morning. The next morning Baxter found that Maum Vina was going to spend the day at Red Top, and, as their way would be the same for several miles, they started off together. The day was flawless, and the early sun sent its level radiance over the broad marshes, flooding the barren winter wastes with gold until they looked like fields of ripened grain. Down the tunnelled road under the live oaks the light shot, edging the stalactites of Spanish moss with filaments of fire. A red bird fell like a live coal out of the sky into a roadside casena bush and whistled three confident notes up into the face of the new day. The air had a tang to it and lifted the travellers into a good stride. As Baxter strode along life throbbed upward through the soles of her Sunday shoes and filled her with a sense of well-being. This was reinforced when she lifted her hand to her breast, where she could feel her four big silver dollars tied in the corner of her bandana. As the pair stepped briskly along, Baxter stole a sidelong glance at her companion, studying her in this first moment of leisure that they had enjoyed together. The old woman had a strange habit. In the house she was just like everyone else, but as soon as they were out upon the open road she walked with bent head. 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Now, in the crowded eourt. on East Bay, in the long Sun- day leisure, she ‘would have been combing Lissa’s hair out for | her trying to straighten it so that could be in the new style and not have to wear it ree. like. the older Negroes. And: wi she work- ed ‘she would havebeen listening to ‘the talk, and sharing the laughter. ‘Then tonight there would have been church, and singing with her. friends She came in sight of the bridge —a taut thread of white stretched between the city and her destina- ‘tion at the end of the road. Fear ruimpeo her, a — was late. quiekened ‘her pace to s lumber- ‘ing trot. ‘When she reached the: bridge two figures were waiting: Mamba in her Sumday black, and Lissa in a new cloth coat, a recent gift of her grandmother, and of whieh not even one of the oe white folks need have felt Baxter panted up, huge, hot, and dusty. She greeted Mamba hastily, “Hello, Ma, How yo’ been?” then fell on her knees in the dirt of the road and strained the child to her breast, drawing her finger tips. along the soft cheek with her characteristic gesture? As always she was awed by the miracle that this fragile thing could be the fruit of her great crude body. After a moment, with gentle pushing movements, the child re- leased herself from the enfolding arms and stood looking at her moth- er. Then, with the frank callousness of youth, she sidled over and leaned against Mamba’s clean, stiff Sunday black. A little clashed in spirit. Bax- ter got to her feet and fumbled in her bosom for her handkerchief. Then she united the knot, biting it TO REMOVE KID GLOVES Kid gloves should be drawn from the hands, not pulled off by the fin- ger tips. PUT AWAY IN PAIRS Gloves should always be a away a a and the thumbs should be folded over the gloves. WASH THEM ON YOUR HANDS Washable kid gloves may be clean- ed by putting them on the hands and washing them in lukewarm suds made with neutral white soap, rinsing them thoroughly, and drying them slowly. AFTER A RAINY DAY If shoes do get wet, they should be very slowly and carefully dried, for heat tends to crack the ‘eather. [MEN and WOMEN REGAIN YOUTH % Poilt® iSersatea ‘ia Pa | Sbnit, “Staal, "ommend Ee, Ge eae srangth ei % orp ites nck it not satisfied __.. IMPORT PRODMOTS M0. __ 5 E. Wacker Drive, Dept. 10-F, Ohieago, iii. free with her strong white teeth, ae handed’ Mamba. four silver: dol- Jars. . - “Tf Ah is careful, Ma,” she said, “Ah can count-cn dat each week, an’ when Ah git hardened some more, maybe Ah can de better.” ‘Phe eld woman took the money and put it ina handbag that she carried. She was preoccupied with her calculations for the child, half forgetting the mother. who stood there waiting for a word of approval. it. after a2 moment Mamba smiled bher new smile, grim- and rather ter- Fifying with its big masculine teeth, ‘and admitted: “Dat ain’t so bad.” She stoed pondering a moment Jonger, her lips moving silently te some thought, then she went on more brightly, “Now, if yo’ can keep dat up steady, we can start dem music lessons for ‘Lissa. ‘Ah got her in the ‘infant. cheir las’ Sunday ebenin,’ an’ de leader say she gots-de bes’ voice in de Sunday school. She say dat ful three dolluh a week she can tek she right on up so she can earn @ libbin’ singing’ out .ob books an’ ‘The; vain ed fe hile lo) it. y stayed for a wi niger, sit- ting beside the road’ and saying the inconsequential things that always crowd up in the moments before a parting, while the real words that should be carried away to be remem- bered afterward elude the mind. 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