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SEN. WAGNER PLEDGES RENEWED FIGHT AGAINST LYNCHINGFEDERAL ANTI-LYNCH BILL

SHOULD BE ENACTED,DECLARES THE SENATOR

Marble Champion Arrives Home hair.a wife, Nancy dear?”

“Never, I’m proud to be—Justyour wife,” and she reached upand laid her hand caressingly onhis cheek. “Oh honey I do hope youcan win that case for Hayes andWilkius, the have so much confi-dence in you, Jason. '

Jason laughed ruefully.“I was surprised when they in-

sisted that 1 continue on with theirfirm, 1 though that was all off af-ter 1 turned them down to takeJoe’s case.”

“That merely woke them up toyour real value, dear. Are’ut youproud of yourself?’ ’Bhe asked himdemurely.

“Yes, I’m proud,” and his voicewas low and earnest, “but notbecause of that I’m proud becausethe Negroes of Carselie have unit-ed and I played a part, in bringingthem together, that’s wbat makesme happy and proud.

Nancy raised her head archly.“And is that all you’re proud of

Mr. Emory VJason’s laugh was filled with

love as he laid his hand on Nancy’sruffled black hair, he pressed herhead down where~it rested againstIlls heart. “And I’m terribly proudof a certain little lady<fc known asMrs. Jason Emory”

END

noticFtoLOCAL CHOIRSAND SINGERSDr. Ernest Johnson, director of

the united choirs and singers ofthe city who will participate in thechoral singing in connection withthe meetings of the National As-sociation of Negro Musicians, Inc.Which will be held in Detroit, Au-gust 23 to 27, announces that alllocal choirs and singers are re-quested to attend the rehearsalsto be at Brewster Center everyMonday night, at 8 o’clock.

Leonard Tyuer

Silent Counselor(By ALMA BEAN LOVING)

Says Mob ViolenceThreatens NationAs Well As Negroes

BALTIMORE—Pledging his con-tinuing efforts to secure the enact-ment of a federal anti-lynchinglaw, Senator Robert F. Wagner o?New York delivered a dramatic ad-dress to a huge crowd attendingthe closing muss meeting of the27th annual conference of the N. A.A. C. P. here last Sunday after-noon.

Beginning his address with areference to the Fourth of July asa commemoration of man’s strug-gle for true liberty, Senator Wag-ner scored the forces in Americawhich are denying liberty, nullify-ing government, and reverting tobarbarity.

“Every thinking American”, hedeclared, "regardless of creed, col-or, station, or section, must beterrified by the tide of mob vio-lence rising from the wells oT pre-judice and discrimination. ThereIs no single expression that willcover the extravagance and varietyof all these horrible crimes; but

there is one word ‘lynching’”.After sketching briefly lynching

as an exhibition of primitive bru-tality, the speaker turned to thesocial implications of the crime,saying:

"There is no concealing the factthat this is directed pri-marily against the Negro race,which has been the victim of tenout of every eleven cases since theWorld War. Every time a Negrothus perishes at the stake or byrope, the Emancipation Proclama-tion is suspended and civil equali-ty is reduced to a political myth.This discriminatory disregard forcivil rights is breeding a just andunanswerable resentment amongover 12,000.000 people in the UnitedStates, who live under and not a-part from the Constitution, and whohave demonstrated their willing-ness to die heroically in its defense.

“But it is not the welfare of theNegro race alone that is threaten-ed; it is rather the foundations ofall socieiy that are being under-mined. Violating all American 1-deals, the crime of lynching is a de-fiant assault upon organized Go-vernment. The lyncher pretendsthat he is impatient with the law’sdelay; but he gives the lie to hisown words when he drags his vic-tims from the custody of peace of-ficers, or snatches them from thebattered cells of jails where theywere already in the hands of jus-tice.' The lyncher pretends that he

represents red-blooded American-ism; but iu cowing juries, defy-iug judges, and burning downcourthouses, he represents only redruin and the destruction of alllaws”.

Senator Waguer pointed out thehelplessness of the states to dealwith lynching and recounted thestruggle to have the Costigan Wag-

ner bill enacted into law. He dealtwith a number of objections raisedto the bill by its opponents andtook occasion to strike at some per-son and institutions who haveraised the question of constitu-tionality.

"1 do not question the sincerityof some of those objections. Atthe same time. I cannot refrainfrom expressing my protest at theincreasing frequency with whichour great Constitution, conceivedin liberty, is used improperly asa shield for low wages, for longhours, and for every form of hu-man exploitation and unhumanpersecution.

“In the history of this country”,he concluded, “no campaign forcivil justice has been waged invain. Public opinion in the UnitedStates will never be satisfied untilJudge Lynch has received hisdeath sentence. To that end, Ipledge my continuing efforts. Iam sure that the cause of enacting

a federal law will enlist an ever-increasing number of right-think-ing people, until they form an un-conquerable army in the cause ofjustice and humanity."

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Bullets Mark Opening OsDrive To Unionize Workers

Birmingham—(ANP)—The re-cent drive launched to bring ironand steel workers of the southunder the banner of organized la-bor was greeted by blasts of gun-tire In the strike-ridden Alabamairon districts. The lime works ofthe Tennessee Coal, Iron and Rail-road Cos., was the scene of theshooting, but. according to reports,none was injured.

A statement by E. D. LeMay, as-sistant to the president of Unitedstates Steel subsidiary, called foran arroused public sentiment, sothat men desiring to work, may"have that privilege without beingmolested by that spirit of hatredthat is so rapidly being created bythe constant preaching of a fewwhite men to many Negroes, thatthey must, through bearing arms,take from others their right to alivlihood.”

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every week. It always containsnews of interest to everyone.

Marble Champion arrl>eshome with his trainer, John M.Turner, <UM>« s. Michigan Ave-nue, after having won theWorld’s Marble Championshipat Ocean City, N. J.

Leonard was runner-up lastyear in the finals after havingwon the Western Championshipat Lake Geneva. He was de-feated, however, in the nation-al contest.

He represented the ChicagoPark District in both of histournament efforts. Competi-tion In the tournament was rep-resented by 4 sections, namely:Western, Mid-West, South andfile Atlantic Cities.

He Is being greeted by Illsaunt Mrs. Jessie Guines of 8*24K. .V»th Street, Chicago.

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Dailies “Play-Up”Matt Henson

New York—(C)—Two New Yorkafternoon papers "played up’Matthew A. Henson, who accom-pained Peary to the North Pole,on hts approaching retirement fromhis Custom House Job at tht ageof 70 next month. The New YorkPost gave Henson a first pagestory Tuesday and the Journal

i published a two-column photowith story of him the same day.

: Henson lives in the Paul LaurenceDunbar apartments in Harlem.

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Services Sunday at Brown'sChapel A. M. E. Church were wellattended. Pastor Williams preach-ed a very spiritual sermon at the11 a. m. service.

At Second Baptist Rev. GaitherRoberson brought a very forcefulmessage, after which, Rev. Fosterof First Baptist Church of Romd-lus, Mich, and his congregationheld their baptismal service, bap-tizing one candidate. The Moon-light picnic given by GospelChorus and Usher Board lastTuesday at Whitaker, Mich, waslargely attended. A good time washad by all. This picnic was at thehome of Mr. and Mrs. Carter. Thefuneral services of Mrs. MarthaA. Miller was held from BrownChapel A. M. E. Church TuesdayJune 30th. Rev. A. T. Williams of-ficiating. Mrs. Miller departed thislife Sunday June 28 at 4:15 a. m.She was born in Buckston, Ont.1868. She moved to WashtenawCounty living in Ann Arbor for 30years. The deceased was marriedto Archie Miller. To this union 3children were born, all of whichdied in infancy. Evidently therewas to her a premonition of herdeath because befort leaving home,she visited her last living relative,Mrs. Celia Margaret Johnson ofYpsilanti with whom she desiredspending her last days. She is sur-vived by her sister and brother inlaw, Mr. and Mrs. Geo. Johnson.She was ill for two weeks. Mrs.Mattie Hamilton Carr of Akron,0., is house guest of Itev. andMrs. G. W. Carr. Little Miss LauraWright is visiting her sister, Mrs.Isobell Williams, Detroit. Mrs.Mathews of Chelßa, Mich, was anYpsilanti visitor Sunday. A num-ber of CCC boys were home forthe holidays. Among them SpencerWashington an educational advi-sor Camp Freesoil; S. L. Rober-son, Ivery Taylor, Frank Young,Emerson Golden, Laurenct TaylorMr. and Mrs. Walter Gordon MissMary Anthony, Mr. Jackson Ridleyall of Detroit, were July 4th visi-tors of Mr. and Mrs. Peter Simp-son, 437 Second Ave. Mrs. VeraBrockman left Wednesday withher husband, Mr. Santee Brook-man for Princeton, N. J. where hewill take part in the track meet.Miss Thelma Hopkins and HenryAnderson spoke their marriagevows at the home of the bridesparents, Mr. and Mrs. GeorgeHopkins. The happy couple willreside at the home of the bride’saunt,. Mr. and Mrs. Mack Mills,James Fuller, Leonard Brown andPreston Porter were home alsofrom Camp Bitely. Rev. F. A. Wil-liams brought a splendid message'Sunday at 4 p. m. at Second Bap-tist Church. He spoke in interestof the Senior Choir. Mrs. Jose-phine Anthony has returned toher home in Detroit, after spend-ing several weeks with her daugh-ter, Mr. and Mrs. P. Simpson.

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Chapter X\The court room was iu uu up*

roar, as Mother Clark with a cryrushed toward Joe.

The clerk rapped for order, re-cess was called until nex/t day.

Joe Clarks heart breaking storyhad stirred Carselie to its depths.A little ashamed that white mencould be so cruel and yet demandrespect from the Negro.

Colored Carselie was feeling alittle hopeful—maybe everythingwould come out all right.. Still itwas a white jury and the black hadlearned not to expect justice, in

| a case like this. But they wouldfight to the last ditch to save Joe—For years they, the colored peo-ple hud accrued Joe, held him upto ridicule, wondered why motherClark clung to such a worthlesssou—now they knew. Joe’s heartwas aching with a sorrow, poig-nant and terrible.

Then Allen Grant tried to teardown the pitiful story, to makelight of Joe’s suffering but, thecourt room seemed cold and thespectators looked unconvinced. Thejury seemed unmoved—"they had adangerously impartial attitude,"thought Grant. But he was doinghis duty and he struggled on.

Jason seemed to be resting, hesat quiet and thoughtful whilethe prosecutors, recalled witness-es and tried to break down devas-tating testimony.

Then the state rested their case.Jason with quiet force went over

the case, brought out discrepanciesbolstering up weak spots in thedefense lines. Jason rested hiscase with these words.

‘‘ls Joe Clark to be condemnedbecause he loved his wife?"

Allen Grant in his address tothe Jury waxed sarcastic, he castinuendoes at the defense and itsheroics, he charged them to remem-ber a life for a life. Jim Streeterhad a right to live and to bringmelodrama into the case could notalter that fact.

The prosecution had believed atthe beginning of the trial that win-ning of the Clark case would bea mere farce, but they reckonedwithout Jason.

When Jason arose to address thejury, there was an excited hush,a stillness, every eye was upon thetall broad shoulders, fitting neatlysnuggly in his well tailored bluesuit. His sleek brown hair shone,with a suggestion of a wide wave.Carselie, white and black neverforgot the figure he made, stand-ing before the jury box. His keeneyes roved over each one of thetwelve men and women.

His voice low pitched and thrill-ingly rich and resonant.

He began—at the beginning, go-ing over the case he built it uptier up on tier. He pictured arace fighting for just the chanceto live, to enjoy a home and chil-dren without the shadow of thelynch law darkening their lives.This glorious priviledge was de-nied Joe Clark. You men whatwould you have done, after yearsof carrying the sorrow and pain?You mothers, what would you ex-pect from your sons? For twohours Jason’s rich voice went on.With graphic clearness he broughtto them the broken mangled-bodyof little Mable Clark. Her life cruel-ly taken, by one relentless and bru-tal. The state ask —life for a life.What about poor little Mable's life?

Women in the Jury box weptwhile the men pressed their lipsand looked away.

"Mable Clark had a right to live.Joe Clark had a right to be a hus-band and father, A black skindoes not alter that fact either.”

While Joe Clark was sacrificinghis life to uphold the traditionsof his country, this vulture stayedat home in safety and wrecked Joe('lark’s home—the home of a sol-dier. Where is the white man’scharity—his love of fair play—hissportsmanship. Are you going tobalance the scales of justice bytaking Joe Clark’s life as well?"

His voice dropped to a sobbingwhisper,” Can we hope for chari-ty—for Justice?”

The scene was never forgotten,'Juson swayed them, he made themsmile, he brought tears In unwill-ing streams.

As he ended his address therewas not a dry eye in the court-room.

Upon the streets of Carselie thenews ran like ripples over a tur-bulent lake.

The Clark case was In the handsof the Jury. Hours passed, whilethe people waited. What wouldthe verdict be?

The court room was crowded—

news spread that the Jury wouldbe out all night, rumors contradict-ed the gossip saying it would bein side of three hours.

Jason sat at the counsel tablequietly waiting—God knows hehad done his best. Would his bestbe good enough? He was pale,only by glancing at Nancy did hehope.

Once the foreman rapped on thedoor to ask a question then thedoor closed. Jason sighed. Ahand touched his shoulder. Nan-cy’s voice said

"Come dear let’s go over to thewindow," and she lead him away.They stood there gazing down overthe city. The blue gray smokerising over the many tall build-ings. They could see the waters

of the river moving slowiy majes-tically on and on.

"Just like men's lives, Jason,"Nancy murmured "no mutter whuthappens, we must keep moving—-we cuu't stop we continue tobreath until God wills otherwise.”

Jason pressed her slender fing-ers.

“Little philosopher."

There was a slight stir in thecourt room, Jason looked around.Reporters were chatting Jokingeach other. Spectators wuited,talking quietly, some chewing gum,while u few nibbled sandwiches.

Fragments of conversation washeard.

“What do you think the verdictwill be?

"Can’t tell.”One woman large and important,

with deep blue eyeß, glanced atJason and Nancy.

“Fine looking, don’t you think?’’and she turned toward her com-panion, a tiny little woman withsharp bright brown eyes, and apointed nose. A small brown wartreposed conspicuously grudgingly.

"Yes they look rather well”,she admitted grudgingly.

Two well dressed colored girlseyed Nancy’s trim figure with en-vy.

"What wouldn’t I give to be inher shoes”, said the tall dark one.

“You’re telling me,” answeredher friend, looking at Jason's hand-some figure.

“I used to go to her father’schurch."

“Why did you stop?"“I got to having a good time,”

she shrugged.Two white men sat talking, quiet-

ly."Well what do you think about

the case?" said one..The other luughed.“You should have asked me be-

fore that fellow Jason Emory tookthe case.” He opened his cigar-ette case, selecting one with care,offered his friend one, "now I can’tsay, come on lets’ go for a smoke."

The other looked at his watch.“Almost time for the verdict.”"Who said so?”"I heard it a minute ago.”His friend arose."Can’t help it I must smoke”,

and he left the court room.Nancy and Jason still stood at

the window. The sun was slowlysinking. A lingering sunbeam laidcaressingly on Nancy’s hand as itrested on the window sill. Jasontouched her hand.

"Mr. Sunbeam seems to regretleaving you Nancy, darling. Can’tsay that I don’t blame old man sun-shine.”

Someone laid their hand on Ja-son’s arm. Jason turned and foundhis legal assistant standing at hiselbow.

"Mr. Emory I’m worried and helooked around the court room Ithink you’d better come back to thetable.”

"Why," asked Jason.Victor Colby shrugged his shoul-

ders.“Nothing I just have a feeling

that trouble is brewing"Jason laughed."This trial must be getting on

your nerves Victor and no wonder",and Nancy and Jason strolled backover to the table.

Mother Clark reached over andtook Jason’s hand.

“Thank you Mr. Emory, I’ll nev-er forget this—never. I can’t payyou, but I can and will pray foryou.”

"I'm glad to be remembered inyour prayers Mother Clark—they’remore precious than money.”

The court room began to fill up.Those who had gone out for abreath of air or a sandwich camein pushing and shoving each otherwhile the bailiff fumed and threat-ened to close the doors.

"And not let another one in theroom," he declared firmly. Thena rap on the jury room door. Aclerk hurried in answer. Excit-ed whispers. They had agreed ona verdict. Many glanced at theirwatcheB—four hours since the juryhad begun their deliberations.The judge entered and took hisplace.

All eyes were turned toward thejury box, as the jurymen took theirplaces.

Someone whispered.“Gosh they look like they’ve been

in a battle, must have smackedeach other around a bit.

It was true the jury in the Clarkcase were tired and wilted lookingThe foreman seemed very nervous,as he ran his lingers around bisaround hs .ruwilted collar and smoothed hisruffled hair.

Judge Welles rose."I must ask that what ever the

verdict, there will be no demonstra-tion please,” then he turned to theJury, the foreman arose.

“You have reached a verdict?"asked the judge.

"We have," answered the fore-man, his voice low.

"Your verdict is.”The foreman cleared his throat,

while the court room waited withbated breath.

"We find the defendant”Unconscious it seemed the

crowd surged forward.Then—two shotß rang out in ra-

pid succession, while a voicescreamed In wrathful hate.

"I told you Jason Emory, you’dnever hear the verdict, I meant

u." iusiunuy tue court room be-cuuie—ucuium.

Women bcieuuicd umi tainteduuu wnue meu snouted uud curb-ed nuurseiy, scores ol ponce rusu-eu iu on ueunug me suuoiing. ruecieiK wub vunny striking nis gave*mguieuea spectators were uguuugueeperuieiy to reach the cloaca ex-ut>, uuiy 10 ue ueiu by the druwutrnib ui lue Uarsene police.

Peopie were gasping uud clioK-mg Horn ihe smoke as it blowlybciiieu over the cioecd room.

in one coruer ot ihe room udesperate struggle was going onitieie was a snarp click and theabbailant was band culled. Sweur-mg auvageiy bis lace distorted wuboituu bailed, be was snarling bisuenance.

‘ i told you id get you. You—

tbe police jerked bnn lorward.Aancy, ber bat gone ber bail’ dis-nelved was bgbtiug to reach tbeside ol tbe man sue loved.

“Jason, my dear,” sbe sobbed.Around tbe counsel table were

gathered Jason's irleuds. Jason,uls lace pale, bis lips tight andtense was bolding tbe still form olMother Clark iu his arms, whilejoe bis shoulders shaking withsobs was clinging tightly to bismother's wrinkled bunds, lying sostill and inert.

Dr. Shepard was bending overber trying to detect signs ol lile.Someone whispered soltly.

“She got tbe bullet intended lorJason, poor darling.’’

As Jason looked up into Naucys’frightened eyes, be smiled sadly.“Don’t worry about me dear, I’mull right, be missed me,’’ and belooked into tbe pale quiet luce olJoe Clarks little mother, it seem-ed a sweet smile was hoveringuround ber mouth, as 11 sbe wasusleep und dwelling with angels.

As tbe murderer pussed Jason,be snarled bitterly.

“So 1 missed you, Jason Emory”then be broke into high cracklinglaughter, that ended iu muniacalfrenzy as be screamed.

“You didn’t know Jim Streeter’sson would be at tbe trial did you”and as they jerked him roughlyaway, Jason’s gaze followed tbepainter lor Hayes and Wilkins, ashe was led away. Tbe crazy laugh-ter of Charles Streeter floatedback into the court room, echoingthrough the wide corriders.

One hour later and again tbejury bled in to render their ver-dict iu tbe Clark cuse.

The court was tense and quiet.All eyes were upon tbe Jury but afew could not tear their gaze awayfrom the empty chair where MotherClark bad spent many heart break-ing days, giving aid and strengthto her son Joe. Now she was goneand Joe was indeed bereft.

“We find the defendant—notguilty.”

Both white and black lookedstunned. The verdict came as acomplete surprise. Negroes hadlearned not to expect justice in thewhite mans court and was pre-pared for the worst. White Car-selie sure of a verdict in favor ofwhite supremacy could not under-stand.

Colored spectators were smil-ing, some were openly weeping asthey gathered around Jason. Theyenclosed the forlorn Joe in theirhearts, each trying to out uo theother in offering help and en-couragement. There was muchwhispering among the whites asthey left the court room. Stillmany came up to offer congratu-lations to Jason asd Joe.

Jason thanked the jury whileJoe with tears streaming down hischeeks shook their hands in silenceWhat did freedom mean i,o himnow all alone. He had won, yetlost. And he turned away trying tocontrol a grief that almost over-powered him.

A gentle voice spoke to him, anda card was passed in his hand.

“I would like to help you Mr.Clark. Come and see me when youfeel better,” and Joe looked downinto the kindly blue eyes of one ofthe ladies of the jury. Her softvoice had a twang of the VermontHills.

And the trial of the people ver-sus Joe Clark wus over. Woek3of anxiety and turmoil would soonbe forgotten. Joe Clark was free-free to make another sturt, to be-gin once more to build his life.Streeter was dead. Mother Clarkhad given her life in place of theman who had come to her belovedson’s rescue. She had joined Mabloin that land where no traveler hasyet returned. Who could say shewas not happier.

As the court closed and Jasonwith Nancy clinging to his armleft the building, cries of extra,extra greeted them, as they step-ped out into the evening air.

The first days of summer, warmand beautiful.

Two weeks later a long grace-ful ocean sailed majestically out ofthe New York Harbor. As the city’sbeautiful sky line grew smallerand the statue of Liberty melted into a dim blur a tall handsome mandrew his lltle companion closer.

“Happy darling?”“Oh Jason, yes, so happy.”Learning on the railing they gaz-

ed down into the soft blue-greenof the broad Atlantic. The gentlesway of the ship brought themcloser together. A faint breezeplayed hide and seek In Nancy’s

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