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Evening star., 1936-09-18

CHEVROLET 1882 coach: new black fin
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sound every way. Small down payment.
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Evening star., 1936-09-18

FORD 1895 VS.: run very little: reason
for sale. son returning to school. Net.
Evening star., 1936-09-18

FORD. 1885 Tudor sedan; black baked
enamel nnish without scratch; upholstery
safety glass all windows. faultless VS. mo-
tor; low mileage; $50 down. $50 monthly
antee and 80 days free service. Trianele
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Evening star., 1936-09-18

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The Magic To|ismon
finved fromp nine
Continued from poss nine

owe him something, don't you, Phil?
After all he made your success possible.
The least you can do is to thank him."
McLennon stared at her, the speech
staggering him. He had long since re-
turned Torelli's initial and only none
tary contribution OF thousand dol
lars. He owed him nothing more, had
no desire to see him now that the
bitterness of the trick Torelli had
played upon him had lost some of its
sting. And yet, seeing Louise again.
revived his sense of loss, his animosity
"On reflection" he said crisply.
I'D like a word with him. III come
with you"
In the car McLennon found it diff
cult to say a word. With Louise so
near him again and yet so far re-
moved, success, now it had come,
meant little. Mrs. Torell! 1t was in
crediblel He still found it impossible
to believe. He would have said that
she and Torelli had nothing, abso-
lutely nothing, in common.
The car stopped outside West
side apartment house. McLennon fol-
lowed her through the foyer, the ele-
vator taking them up to the top floor.
Louise rang. and a panel slid back
showing barsl A man with the express
sionless face of a trained bodyguard
inspected them and let them in.
They entered the drawing room. Its
walls were a lacquered red. Divans
and chairs, modern in design, were
covered with soft white leather. On
the floor was black pile rug.
Sliding doors parted giving a view
of a paneled room beyond, cloudy with
tobacco smoke, and Torelli came into
view. His former suavity, his ice-cold
calm, had gone. Also his Valentino
looks. Loose of jowl, beads of perspi-
ration brought out, McLennon
thought, by some other agency than
heat - spotted his sallow forehead.
Without SO much as a glance at her,
he dismissed Louise Like a minute
Evening star., 1936-06-07

alone with your boy-friend," he in
sinuated.
She obeyed him at once and left the
room without replying.
We'll, you cleaned up plenty. from
all | read and hear What's my cut
come to in round figures?"
McLennon wanted to knock him
down! The casual, vulgar audacity of
the inquiry made his blood boil.
In round figures?" he answered
him savagely. "A string Of zeros."
The gambler smiled indulgently.
"Fifty-fifty! That was the understand
ing and need the dough- Can't talk
with you now We're running a game
in there, and the boys are getting into
me kind of heavily" He mopped the
sweat from his brow. Wait right
here" he ordered. And in the mean
time. figure out my gravy"
You've hell of a nerve talking
to me that way, Torelli. What about
the $4,000 you had promised to in
vest in my expedition? What about
that? You gave me one thousand when
left here - that was all. never re-
ceived another cent from you, nor any
word, and you know it. paid back
that thousand, two years ago
don't owe you anything"
"I'll have something to say about
that, later" Torelli growled.
'And I'll have something to say to
you. too"
"You better have! Nobody can try
to welsh on me and get away with itr'
Torelli went back to the gambling
room, closing the doors behind him.
From the corridor, the individual
guarding the front entrance mani
tested his presence with a cough.
McLennon had the feeling he would
be kept here against his will.
Enraged, he moved to the piano.
On the music rack. a Chopin nocturne
had the name Louise Blake written on
it. The incongruity of it all! 1t was
Continued on pose 15)
Evening star., 1936-06-07

satin of her evening gown Louise wore
a sable wrap. Sapphires dangled from
the lobes of her ears. There were de-
pressions in the creamy pallor of her
cheeks, dark shadows under her eyes,
but to McLennon she was lovelier
than ever.
You're thinner" she said tremu
lously.
He smiled, took both her hands.
The few remaining people had with
drawn, leaving them alone.
ITS wonderful - what you've &C
complished. Phil | read every word |
could find about you in the papers. 1t
was like sharing your triumphs.
'Lordr' he laughed, its good to
see you again. You look radiant.
Married life becomes you
Her lashes fell. Il was afraid you
might not have heard" she faltered,
being so far away
Prominent news reaches the most
far-fiung places"
Their silence, on the instant, seemed
interminable when did you arrive
in town." she managed to say.
-Four days ago.
A surprised. hurt look came into
her eyes. And you didn't try to see
me?''
Haven't had moment" he par
ried. You see I'm sailing tomorrow
for England, and I've been so in
fernally busy ="
Her lower lip trembled. II can't
think what | possibly did to you, Phil,
that made you leave me without a
word. not writing me a line all these
years, and now" She checked her
self. her smile trying to say that per
haps this no longer mattered. Leon
would like word with you," she said.
I've practically been ordered to bring
you back with me"
He shifted uneasily. 81 can't, I'm
afraid. I've so much to do before
sailing"
Her eyes frankly rebuked him. "You
Evening star., 1936-06-07
THIS WEEK
Wine in the Desert
Continued from pose six

then staring earnestly after his guest.
Durante remembered the neat little
hole clipped Through the head of the
rabbit Wherever he went, his trail
never could return again to the vine
yard in the desert. But then. COM
mencing to picture to himself the
arrival of the sweating sheriff and his
posse at the house OF Tony, Durante
laughed heartily.
The sheriff's posse could get plenty
of wine, of course, but without water
a man could not hope to make the
desert voyage. even with a mule
or a horse to help him on the way.
Durante patted the full, rounding side
of his canteen. He might even now
begin with the first sip but it was
luxury to postpone pleasure until de-
sire became greater.
He raised his eyes along the trail.
Close by, it was merely dotted with
occasional bones, but distance joined
the dots into an unbroken chalkline
which wavered with a strange leisure
across the Apache Desert. pointing
towards the cool, blue promise of
the mountains The next morning he
would be among them.
A coyote whisked out of gully and
ran like grey putt OF dust on the
wind. His tongue hung out like little
red rag from the side OF his mouth;
and suddenly Durante was dry to the
marrow He uncorked and lifted his
canteen. 1t had slightly sour smell;
perhaps the sacking which covered it
had grown tri1e old. And then he
poured a great mouthful of lukewarm
liquid. He had swallowed it before his
senses could give him warning.
1t was wine!
He looked first of all towards the
mountains. They were as calmly blue,
as distant as when he had started that
morning. Twenty-four hours not on
water, but on wine!
Il deserve it," said Durante. Il
trusted him to fill the canteen :. l
deserve it. Curse him. With a mighty
resolution, he quieted the panic in his
soul. He would not touch the stuff
until noon. Then he would take one
discreet sip. He would win through.
Evening star., 1936-06-07

Hours went by. He looked at his
watch and found it was only ten
O'Clock. And he had thought that it
was on the verge of nooni He un-
corked the wine and drank freely and,
corking the canteen, felt almost as
though he needed a drink of water
more than before. He sloShed the con-
tents of the canteen. Already it was
horribly light.
Once, he turned the mule and con-
sidered the return trip; but he could
remember the head of the rabbit too
clearly. drilled right through the cen
ter. The vineyard, the rows Of old
twisted, gnarled little trunks with the
bark peeling off :. every vine was to
Tony like human life. And Durante
had condemned them all to death!
He faced the blue of the mountains
again. His heart raced in his breast
with terror Perhaps it was fear and
not the suction of that dry and deadly
air that made his tongue cleave to the
roof of his mouth.
The day grew old. Nausea began to
work in his stomach, nausea alternat-
ing with sharp pains. When he looked
down. he saw that there was blood on
his boots. He had been spurring the
mule until the red ran down from its
fianks. 1t went with curious stagger,
like rocking horse with broken
rocker; and Durante grew aware that
he had been keeping the mule at a
gallop for long time. He pulled it
to halt. 1t stood with wide braced
legs. Its head was down. When he
leaned from the saddle, he saw that its
mouth was open.
ITS gunna die" said Durante.
Its gunna die what fool
been
The mule did not die until after sun
set. Durante left everything except
his revolver He packed the weight of
that for an hour and discarded it, in
turn. His knees were growing weak.
When he looked up at the stars they
shone white and clear for moment
only. and then whirled into little rae
ing circles and scrawls of red.
He lay down. He kept his eyes
closed and waited for the shaking to
Evening star., 1936-06-07
June T. 1886

go out of his body, but it would not
stop. And every breath of darkness
was like an inhalation OF black dust.
He got up and went on, staggering.
Sometimes he found himself running.
Before you die OF thirst. you go mad.
He kept remembering that His tongue
had swollen big Before it choked
him, if he lanced it with his knife the
blood would help him; he would be
able to swallow Then he remembered
that the taste of blood is salty.
Once, in his boyhood, he had ridden
through pass with his father and
they had looked down on the sapphire
of mountain lake, a hundred thou
sand million tons of water as cold as
snow -.
When he looked up, now, there were
no stars; and this frightened him ter
ribly. He never had seen a desert
night SO dark. His eyes were failing, he
was being blinded. When the morning
came, he would not be able to see the
mountains, and he would walk around
and around in circle until he dropped
and died.
No stars, no wind; the air as still as
the waters of a stale pool, and he in
the dregs at the bottom -.
He seized his shirt at the throat and
tore it away so that it hung in two
rags from his hips.
He could see the earth only we'll
enough to stumble on the rocks. But
there were no stars in the heavens He
was blind; he had no more hope than
a rat in a we'll All, but Italian devils
know how to put poison in wine that
will steal all the senses or any one of
them: and Tony had chosen to blind
Durante.
He heard a sound like water. 1t was
the swishing OF the soft deep sand
through which he was treading; sand
so soft that a man could dig it away
with his bare hands ...
Afterwards, after many hours, out
of the blind face of that sky the rain
began to fall. 1t made first whisper
ing and then a delicate murmur like
voices conversing. but after that, just
at the dawn, it roared like the hoofs
of ten thousand charging horses. Even
through that laundering confusion the
big birds with naked heads and red,
raw necks found their way down to
one place in the Apache Desert.
The End
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You See? said Tony. Breakfast
came and called on u.s." He laughed.
Durante examined the rabbit with
care. 1t was nice and fat and it had
been shot through the head. Through
the middle of the head Such shudder
went down the back Of Durante that
he washed gingerly before breakfast;
he felt that his blood was cooled for
the entire day.
1t was a good breakfast, too, with
flapjacks and stewed rabbit with green
peppers, and a quart of strong coffee.
Before they had finished. the sun
struck through the east window and
started them sweating.
Gimme look at that rifle of yours,
Tony. will you?" Durante asked.
you take a look at my rifle. but
don't you steal the luck that's in it,"
laughed Tony. He brought the fifteen
shot Winchester.
Loaded right to the brim?" asked
Durante.
II always load it full the minute l
get back home" said Tony.
TONY. come outside with me"
commanded Durante.
They went out from the house. The
sun turned the sweat of Durante to
hot water and then dried his skin so
that his clothes felt transparent,
"Tony, l gotta be damn mean"
said Durante. Stand right there
where l can see you Don't try to get
close >. Now listen. -. The sheriff's
gunna be along this trail some time
today, looking for me- He'll load up
himself and all his gang with water out
of your tanks. Then he'll follow my
sign across the desert. Get me? He'll
follow if he finds water on the place.
But he's not gunna find water"
What you done, poor Dick?" said
Tony. Nov look. l could hide
you in the old wine cellar where no
body. :"
The Sherif's not glnna ind any
water" said Durante. Its gunna be
like this"
He put the rife to his shoulder,
aimed, fired. The shot struck the base
of the nearest tank. ranging down
through the bottom. A semicircle OF
darkness began to stain the soil near
the edge of the iron wall.
Tony fell on his knees. mo, no.
Dicki Good Dickr' he said. Look!
All the vineyard. 1t will die. 1t will
turn into old, dead wood. Dick
shut your face" said Durante.
"Now I've started, l kinda like the
job"
Tony fell on his face and put his
hands over his ears. Durante drilled
bullet hole through the tanks, one
after another. Afterwards, he leaned
on the rifle.
Take my canteen and go in and
fill it with water out of the cooling
jar" he said. "Snap into it, Tony!'
Tony got up. He raised the canteen,
and hooked around him, not at the
tanks from which the water was
pouring so that the noise of the earth
drinking was audible, but at the rows
of his vineyard. Then he went into
the house.
Durante mounted his mule He
shifted the rife to his left hand and
drew out the heavy Colt from it's
holster. Tony came dragging back to
him, his head down. Durante watched
Tony with a careful revolver but he
gave up the canteen without lifting
his eyes.
THE trouble with you. Tony" said
Durante, lis you're yellow. I'd of
fought a tribe of wildcats with my
bare hands, before I'd let 'em do what
I'm dom to you. But you sit back and
take it,"
Tony did not seem to hear. He
stretched out his hands to the vines.
"Ah my God" said Tony. will
you let them all die?"
Twin-City herald. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn.) 1927-1940, 1936-08-22

Earl Browder, candidate for Presi-
dent on the Communist Party ticket
will address the Communist State
wide Election Rally and Picnic at
Fish Lake, 8 miles northwest of Rob-
binsdale, next Sunday, August %,
according to announcements of plans
by Sam X. Davis, chairman of the
Communist Party's Campaign Com
mite for Hennepin county. Browder
also speaks over station SWTCN on
the same evening in a half-hour
broadcast from 1905 to 1895 on
"Why the People of Minnesota Must
Elect the Farmer-Labor Ticket in
November" Browder's appearance
in Minneapolis for one day only, part
of nationwide tour beginning in
Denver, Colo, on August 8, marks
the opening of the Minnesota Com
munists election campaign. Other
appearances of National Communist
leaders include: Mesaba Park, Hib-
bling, Mimi, August % and Oddfel-
lows Hall, 156 West Ninth street, st.
Twin-City herald. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn.) 1927-1940, 1936-08-22
OLYMPIC TRIUMPHS SPUR
DRIVE ON JIM CROW

New York.-Pointing out that Ne
groes saved the day for the United
States at the Olympic games but
are outlawed by the big baseball clubs,
the Daily Worker initiated cam
paign this week to "end jim-crowism
in baseball with the distribution of
thousands of leaflets throughout the
city, an editorial onslaught on jim
crowism in sports and announcement
of series of articles on the situation
to appear in the Sunday Worker, be-
ginning August 16.
Under the caption "Time to End It,"
the paper published an editorial
sharply assailing the practice of bar
ring Negroes from both the major
and minor baseball leagues. The edi-
torial stated, in part:
"Owens, Metcalfe, Archie Williams,
Cornelius Johnson, Dave Albritton-
these great Negro stars whom Hitler
and the Nazi press insulted, by their
outstanding performances have given
the lie to the barbarous Nazi race
theories.
"Their achievements, however,
should bring home to us in America
the vicious character of the discrimi-
nation and Jim-C rowism that prevail
in our country-which the Nazis
themselves have cited as justifica-
ton for their own conduct.
"This discrimination extends to the
field of sport. Baseball, the most
popular sport in the country, is COM
pletely Jim-Crow in both major and
minor leagues. The Negro Babe
Ruths and Ty Cobbs are compelled
to play unheralded and unsung on
their own teams.
"Tsn't it about time to start cam
paign to eliminate all discrimination
against Negroes in sports, particular
ly in baseball. Let's stop giving am
munition to the enemies of liberty
and democracy"
Twin-City herald. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn.) 1927-1940, 1936-08-22

Paul on Wednesday, August 26 for
Robert Minor, Communist candidate
for Governor Of New York this year.
He will speak on ''The Issues of the
1896 Elections" Mother Ella Reeve
Bloor will appear in Minneapolis on
October Is. New York Mills on the
10th, Hibbing the 18th, Duluth the
10Th. One of the features of the
rally and picnic at Fish Lake will
be an automobile parade from down.
town st. Paul through the Minneapolis
loop to Robbinsdale and Fish Lake
scheduled to leave st. Paul at II a.
m. Another automobile torch parade
will be staged through Minneapolis
streets Saturday evening, August %,
beginning at p. m.
While running it's own national
ticket with Earl Browder of Kansas
for President and James w. Ford,
Negro leader, for Vice-President, the
Communists are supporting the full
Farmer-Labor state ticket in Mime
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Twin-City herald. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn.) 1927-1940, 1936-08-22
Negro Republicans Head
Drive To Reflect Roosevelt

New York.-Appointment last week
of several Harlem leaders to direct
the rival campaigns of the Republi-
can and Democratic parties to win the
Negro vote was seen here as indica-
tive both of the intensity of the pres
ent election campaign and of a con-
certed effort by the two old parties
to stem the growing tide of popular
sentiment in Harlem and other Negro
communities for independent political
action outside of the two old parties.
The Rev. A. Clayton Powell, pastor
of the Abyssinian Baptist Church and
a lifelong Republican, was appointed
co-chairman of national committee
of Negroes supporting the President.
Serving with DIR. Powell as co-chair-
man will be Bishop R. r. Wright, Jr.,
of Philadelphia. The appointments
were announced by the Good Neighbor
League, a ROOSEVELT organization.
Francis E. Rivers, Harlem lawyer
and former State Assemblyman, was
appointed director of the Negro vot-
ers unit of the Republican national
campaign in the East. Announce
ment of Rivers appointment was
made by Representative Joseph w.
Martin, Jr., of Massachusetts, East
ern manager of the Landon-Knox
campaign.
Wibecan Heads State Drive
At about the same time, Melvin
C. Eaton, State Republican Chairman,
announced that George E. Wibecan of
Brooklyn would head the Negro vot-
ers division of the New York State
Republican Committee. Wibecan is
president of the New York State
Colored Republican League.
Rivers, when interviewed at Repub-
lican headquarters at Al East Forty
second street, conceded that at least
40 per cent of the Negroes of this
community will vote for Roosevelt.
DIR. Powell thought the percentage
would be much higher. He cam
paigned actively for Herbert Hoover
in 1882. In explaining his present
political shift, he said:
'I have worked and voted for every
Republican President from Benjamin
Harrison to Herbert Hoover, with the
exception of William Taft. I now
heartily favor the reelection of
Franklin D. Roosevelt"
Democratic leaders believe that DR..
Powell's appointment will be of great
help in holding for Roosevelt the
heavy Negro vote which deserted the
Republican party in 1882.
Twin-City herald. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn.) 1927-1940, 1936-08-22
Hall Boy Held
In Coed Murder

Asheville, N. C.-Declaring that
"the sex angle is out altogether"
Solicitor Zeb V. Nettle disputed the
theory of Sheriff Laurence E. Brown
that Martin Moore, Negro hall boy
charged with the murder of Helen
Clevenger had entered the room of
the white New York University coed
with the intention of attacking her.
Moore was arrested last week when
two detectives loaned to the local
authorities by the New York police
department claimed they obtained a
confession from him.
Nettle, who will prosecute Moore,
asserted he believed Moore entered
the girls room in the ritzy Battery
Park Hotel merely to loot it and shot
the girl in a moment of panic when
he was frightened by her cutlery.
The New York detectives and local
officials apparently agreed to forget
the clues found in the girls room
linking a white man to the crime, as
well as testimony by hotel guests
that an unknown white man was seen
leaving the suite occupied by the girl
and her uncle shortly after a pistol
shot was heard. The first outcry
that Negro was involved in the case
was raised by the Hearst newspapers.
Thomas A. Jones. Jr. and J. S.
Styles, two local white attorneys, have
been appointed by the court to ode
fend" Moore.
Twin-City herald. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn.) 1927-1940, 1936-08-22
$4,000 AT HANGING OF NEGRO
DIRECTED BY WOMAN SHERIFF

Greensboro, KY, Aug. 14.-Rainey
Bethea, 22-year-old Negro, was
hanged publicly here today for an
attack on a 7O-year-old woman in an
execution witnessed by $4,000 persons
and supervised by Mrs. Florence
Thompson, frail woman sheriff of
Davies county.
The level tripping the trap of the
temporary gallows, located in the
heart of Greensboro, was pulled by
Harry Hasch, former greensboro
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Twin-City herald. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn.) 1927-1940, 1936-08-22
Many Stars Enter
Labor Olympic

New York.-Eulace Peacock and
Ben Johnson, Negro speed aces who
weren't quite fast enough to make
the U. S. Olympic team, will have an
opportunity to show their speed in
the first World Labor Athletic Carni-
val, which will be held at the new
Randall Island Stadium. in New York
City.
Charles l.. Irstein and Abel Kiviat,
organizers of the games, stated that
unlike the Olympic games now being
held in Nazi Germany there will be
no racial discrimination, such as Jesse
Owens and other Negro stars expert
enced at the Olympic games.
Twin-City herald. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn.) 1927-1940, 1936-08-22
PENN. LEGISLATORS FAIL TO
IMPEACH LYNCH JURIST


Harrisburg, Pa.-Pennsylvania's
House of Representatives gave notice
last week that public officials may
openly incite lynching against the
Negro people without fear of serious
reprisal when it refused to impeach
Judge Benjamin c.. Atlee.
Amid scenes of gay hilarity, of pa
per throwing, of mock burials of bills,
the Legislature decided that censor
ing Atlee was enough for his open
lynch Indictment in court while con-
Quoting the trial of Samuel Watson.