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BAN ANTONIO REGISTER
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Secretary
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SAJi ANTONIO 8 KNIFE SCOURGE
Jk MEW, unenviable ''hiijk'' was reached. in ban Autonio,
week, for knife slashings, carvings, and butchering.
K t only was there incident after incident of individual stab-
k«ur-. aiul cuttings, but the blade toters went into mass action,
ftatclay night, at Library auditorium, in one of the most
• ' dugraceful roughhouse outbursts this city has witnessed in
year*.
That there were no fatalities in the week's more vicious
than usual outbreak of blood letting was certainly no fault
ml the criminal-minded hoodlums who swung their stickers
irjtli savage gusto and murderous intent. Their victims jnst
Stdu't die, that's all. ■ *
Time and again, it has been pointed out that nine-tenths
•f tke a-^ault, and assault to murder cases that are recorded
here have, as Exhibit A, a long, switch-blade knife, com-
■eely known as the "Dallas Special."
It is recalled that in a certain recent year, every murder,
except one, recorded in San Ant' uio. was perpetrated with
• kiutV Although San Antonio's murder rate, among Ne-
^rwes. is, year after year, the lowest in Texas and the South
au'J one of the lowest in the entire United States, the knife
■I ways figures in each year's report of homicides.
The blade is just as dangerous a weapon as any
•u which more rigid restrictions are placed.)
Every knife carrier is a potential killer.
The blade gives most of them an exaegerated
fewer. They think tliev are tough. They are
hraudish their "steel" and threaten.
And why is it necessary for men. women, and children
to carry around a six-inch switch blade' Name one accept-
able reason. There isn't any. If the blade toter is not ac-
teaHv looking for trouble, he is inviting it. lie thinks he's
"ready."
This dyn
fcoiue drastic
v of those
quick
i mi re-laden situation is poinpr to continue unlcs
action is taken. And whv not drastic action?
Perhaps a fe
impression that it ia a dump.
Everybody knows already that it
i« a aggregated Institution, but
none of our papers seem to know
that Fort Iliiachuca la one of the
l est aruiy posts in the United
States.' So spoke Shirley Gra liana,
colored I SO official at Fort Hut-
ch uca, la December, 1M1, and
every Negro army officer and
every Negro o*ficlal of the aux-
iliary service®, who spoke about
it, backed her up.
"Besides that, I had uiy eyes
and seuses. Three times before I
had visited Fort Huachuca and
had written about It, once In con-
demnation and twice In pniise. It
Is only coincidental, perhaps, but
the time when It got from me the
greatest praise was when two
southern white men, one from
Tennessee aud the other from
Alabama, were the heads of the
fort, and their Negro soldiers were
enthusiastically devoted to those
two southern colonels. The time
of condemnation was when cold
blooded commanders from another
part of the country were in charge.
The Negro soldiers aud their fam-
ilies, hated them, and on a visit
of a few days I learned to despise
them, and I castigated them to tlie
war department.
"Similarly, at the 90th Pursuit
Squadron base at Tuskegee In Jan-
uary, colored men nnd officials
asked: 'Why does not some one
tell the cauutry how splendidly we
are doing here? Why do they all
try to depress us by abusing this
air field a< an inefficient, as well
as a segregated, training place?
With my own eyes I saw that the
g vernment was not only spending
millions of dollars to make a
genuine air port and training base,
but to make sure that the work
was will-dune they had put on the
job one of the country's best firms
• f Negro contractors.
"Now, the last thing: You have
received a few letters from people.
I kuow because in a few cases,
they sent me copies of their let-
ters. Their copies were the first
notices to me that they even in-
tended to write. Some who saw
me, said: 'ShaU* we write the
NAACP?' My reply amounted to:
'Ton are grown. Use your own
head.* I avoided newspapers re-
ligiously, except to say 'Thank
j you!' for some generous word. For
INFLATION ON
Thk Family Budget
| Total Income
ExpEHDITURB FOR
yJSlFoodj
A^JJouseboldj
Clothirup
• M/Lrto T'
V
U5P
Others
^ —
Gifts A Taxes
t
^^\savin<js
, DEFICIT
SAN ANTONTO
A YEAR?
iM&Oi
$526
FKIDAT, At'im, 24, 1943
469'j
Dttm: Notional Resources CommtHn ml)
This it the third of a teriet of
prepared for the Consumer Banking
the assistance of its consultants Dr. Jc
Dr. Williams. Carpenter, members of thr
J&ntrnJ Confertna Board
i on inflation bated upon data
lie by Ut research stag with
r. Sir. Dr. Barley L. Lutt,
*Ity of Princeton University.
Inflation On A Salary tm $1,600 A Year
ir would cause!in their zeal for publicity, I know
"read v." If j how newspapers may hurt an or-
ou a county chain pan^
a Mkomieed ebrage in the inclination to be
a few lost their jobs while tliev did back-breaking time for I ganisation.
the city, the illusion of being tough would probably lose some! 1 1,nve npver advocated scgrega-
©f fc, glamour. lion—not because I would 4hink
, i that any other American who did
Organized, consistent, and persistent effort by some of the j or dnea „lr0t9te segregation. Is a
liaw's civic organizations ini;_'ht be able to achieve some | criminnl who ought to tie shot, tint
j-cmciy for this particular menace. Something can he done j ' differ from him in
' T. • opluiun—iK-ileviiig as I do that in i
It is a community j
p\URING the two-year period, 193S
^ to 1936, the average family In-
come In the United States was
>1.622.
About 70 per cent of all families
actually received less than this
amount.
Some of these families are nov
receding Increased earnings as the
result of war production.
But the experience of World War
1 Indicates that they will have to
Increase their Income about two
a:'d a half times If their 1935-36
living standards are to be main-
tained.
• • •
Many families in America, how-
ever, are not In a position to proQt
from war production.
They are dependent upon fixed
Ineomes—that I* Incomes that can
nut be easily Increased.
for example:
Assume the head of a family re-
ceives a salary of $1,600 a year, or
$133.33 a month.
In the years 1935 to 1936 this
family was able to meet It* living
costs and have 194 left over at
the end of the year for gifts, taxes,
and savings.
Between 1936 and the outbre&k
of the present war In August, 1939,
prices changed slightly — an In-
crease of about 2.6 per cent.
By living at exactly the same
level during this period as before,
this family was then able to set
aside only (43 each year for gifts,
taxes, and savings.
After two years of war, prices
Vbeeo fo, :ed up still more. At
prevailing In November,
this family would have to
!1U a year more than Its
ae to live as it did in 1935-36
would have nothing left tor
I, taxes, and savings.
CONCLUSION 19 THIS:
| prices rise no higher than the
level, this family on a fixed
ne of $1,600 must very materl-
■ reduce Its standards of living,
en by discontinuing the use
automobile, by paying no
by saving nothing, and by
! nothing nway It will still re-
$469 more a year, or $39
a month, to maintain Its llr-
j standards of 1935-36.
« • •
o family earning only $1,600 a
ya 'f can maintain deficits at the
rat of $39 a monlft for very long.
t k removal from the family bud-
get of such Items as recreation,
hoi ise furnishings, personal expen-
dit aire and education will help only
a ffftle—about $291 a year.
is family car has already been
abJitndoned, taxes a-e delinquent,
Sa> 'Inpa have been forgotten, and
gif- 4 have become Impossible.
'urther redactions must bo made
In Son major Items of foods, clothes,
am . household operations.
log cast a strange spelt upon
him, a spell lliat waited for the
wand of fear to touch It and
endow It with reality and meaning.
He lay la bed, only a few aeconils
from deep sleep, taught In a dead-
lock of Impulses, unable to rise
to the land of the living.
Then, In answer to a foreboding
call from a dark part of his mind,
he leaped from bed and landed
on his bare feet In the middle of
the room. Ills heart raced; his
lips parted; bis legs trembled. He
struggled to corns fully awake. He
relaxed his taut muscles, feeling
fear, remembering that he had
killed Mary, had smothered her,
had cut her head off and put ber
body la the fiery furnace.
This was Sunday morning and
be bad to take the trunk to the
station. He glanced about and
ssw Mary's shiny black pnrse lying
atop his tronDers on a chair. Oood
flod! Though the air of the room
was cold, beads of sweat broke
onto his forehead and his breath
stopped. Quickly, he looked
around; bis mother ind sister
were still sleeping. Buddy slept
In the bed from which he had
Just arisen. TRrow the purse nway!
Maybe he bad forgotten other
things? He searched the pockets
of his trousers and with nervous
fingers found the knife. He snap-
ped It open and tiptoed to the
window. Dried ridges of black
blood were on the blade! He had
to get rid of these at once. He
put the knife Into the purse and
dressed hurriedly and silently.
Throw the knife and purse Into s
garbage can. That's It! He put
on bis cost and found stuffed In
a pocket the pamphlets Jan had
given him. Throw these away,
too! Oh, but . . . \aw! He pnns-
on the running board of the car
and had shaken hands with him.
That had been aa awful moment
of hate and shame. Yes. be would
tell them that he waa afraid of
Ked), that he had not wanted to
sit In the car with Jan and Mary,
and be had not wanted to eat
with them. He would say that he
had done so only because It had
been Ills Job. He would tell them
that it was the first time be had
ever sat at a table with white
people.
He stuffed the pauipiilet into
his coat pocket and looked at his
watch. It was ten minutes until
seven. He had to hurry and pack
his clothes. He had to take that
trunk to the station at eight-
thirty.
Then fear reudered his tegs like
water. Suppose Mary had not
burned? Suppose she was still
there, exposed to view? He wanted
to drop everything nnd rush back
nnd see. Hut maybe even some-
thing had happened; maybe they
had discovered thnt she was dead
and maybe the police were look
lng for him? Should he not leave
town right now? Gripped by the
same Impelling excitement that
had bad hold of him when he was
carrying Mary up the stairs, he
stood In the middle of the room
No; he would stay. Things were
with him: no one suspected that
she was dead, ne would carry
through, and blame the thing up-
on Jan. He got his gun from
beneath the pillow and put It In
his shirt.
He tiptoed from the room, look-
ing over his shoulder at Ills mother
and sister and brotBer sleeping.
He went clown the stops ta the
vestibule and Into the street. It
was white and cold. Snow was
tiiiually adjust ourselves In s
modus vivendi which will not
thot I. tiny back. We are not
perfect nation, but when we moi
we want to move forward,
backward. I do advocate, li
run racial segregation is | ever, with all my heart the
Commentary—
"h
a re
fcls Is the result of inflation-
violent unbalance between
Income and the supply of
goods and services.
re Is nothing such a family
bnt Vetlre to a gieatly re-
standard ot living.
and looked iuto the purse.
destiny of Aiuericsu While
pursuing tbat destiny, which/ we
shall not reach by the end of the
present generation, we must con-
of art ware, and ~t\
menace to the human a
social security of black
the history of the world."
\
WHAT IS FREEDOM
By RUTH TAYLOR
-the word me
v i'
FEI-XDOM
•ther nations lose their freedom, v
meant to its. But it took the siioi
ik* lotis of Singapore aud Java, t
was morv than life itself.
But what is this freedom
w^icu is our dearest possession?
Freedom is t > sj>eiik and think
without restriction and without
tf*r.
Freedom is to associate with
*p*«i «f a!! races and creeds ia
tb« fellowship of cMoperntive ef-
fort for the giM d of all.
Freedom is to he tolerant, to
Brant to others the rights and
Citusideration we want for onr-
•rives.
Freedom Is to have the right
t* work, and to change our
work or place of working as we
4eem best.
Freedom Is the sovereignty of
Minn as against the domination
of the State.
Freedom is the right to choose
our own government in a fair
aud open election—not in an
•urtion of men.
Freedom is rule by reason, not
role by force.
Freedom is to have reliance
aud trust in the pledged word,
the control of men through that
very time we twist the
ipm: v; ii'-ii v\ e watched
e talked of Low much it
s fired at Pearl Ilarbor,
> teach us that freedom
intangible thing called honor,
whi< h lifts a man to his right-
ful stature.
Freedom is to worship God
according to the dictates of onr
own conscience, not according
to the image of a power mad
dictator.
Freedom i- a belief in the in-
dividual and in h s ability to
so conduct himself that his
neighbor may not suffer from
any act or neglect of his'.
Freedom is to seek the truth,
not to he swayed by the prej-
udice and hatred preached by a
demagogue.
Freedom is to dream of aii
Ideal and to work for Its ful-
fillment on this earth.
Tliia Is freedom—the freedom
for which our forefathers fought
and died, the freedom for which
they worked to make this coun-
try out of a virgin wilderness.
It. is our most precious Inheri-
tance—to preserve It we are
fighting, and we will fight until
the final victory Is won and the
world is freed from the anti-
christ of totalitarianism!
"Native Son
>>
MACP—
which is right and which Ls
wrong? Minorities are likely to
forget that majorities, in spite of
their bigness, have the same right
to expression. Majorities are like-
ly to grow impatient and violent
Ity RI< HAKD WKU.IIT
(Continued from laat week.)
D-J Ud-i iiul bill Li* aip--.'
were trembling and his chest was
heaving. He wauted to lie down
upon the floor and sleep off the
horror of this thiug. But he had
I to get out of here. Quickly, he
wrapped the head in the news-
i papers and used the wad to push
I the bloody trunk of the body
; deeper into the furnace. Then
he shoved the head in. The
hatchet went next.
Would there be coal enough to
burn the body? No one would
come down here before ten o'clock
in the morning, maybe. lie looked
at his watch. It was four o'clock.
He got another piece of paper
and wiped his knife with It. He
put the paper into the furnace
r.ad the knife into his pocket. He
pulled the lever and coal rattled
against the sides of the tin chute
and he saw the whole furnace
blaze and the draft roared still
louder. When the body was
covered with coal, he pushed the
lever back. Now!
Then, abruptly, he stepped back
from the furnacc and looked at It,
his mouth op* n. Hell! Folks'd
smell It! There woutd be an odor
and someone would look in the
furnace. Aimlessly, his eyes search-
ed the basement. There! That
ought to do it! He saw I he
JIVE GRAY
smutty blades of an electric ex-
haust fan high up in the wall of
the basement, back ot the iumuce.
He found the switch and threw It.
There was a quick whir, then a
hum. Things would he all right
now; the exhaust fan would suck
the air out of the basement and
there would be no scent.
He shut the trunk and pushed
it into a corner. In the morning
he would take it to the station.
He looked around to see if he had
left anything that would betray
him; lie .saw nothing.
He went out of the back door;
a few fine flakes < f snow were
floating down. It had grown
colder. The car was still in the
driveway. Yes; he would leave
it there.
Jan and Mary were sitting in
the car. kissing. They said, "Good
night, BigKer" , , . And he said,
"Good night" . . . And he touched
his hand to his cap . . .
A.s he passed the car he saw the
door was still open. Mary's purse
was on the floor. He took It and
closed the door. Naw! Leave it
open; he opened it and went on
clown the driveway.
The streets were empty and'
silent. The wind chilled his wet
body. He tucked the purse under!
his arm and walked. What would
happen now? Ought he to run
nway? He stopped at a street
It
roll of bills;
Good! He
He was tired and
ted home and ran up
would BO impress It uu
.ills uiolher anu brother
■jvas a thick
* twenties .
1 It iritil morning to decide
' do.
, breathed regularly In
bMcau to undress, think-
• tell 'emi I left her with
the cor after I took the
\pwn in the basement. In
filing I'll take the truuk to
ittlon, like xhe told me. ..
felt something heavy sag-
In his shirt; it was the gun.
|( k H oil- - it was wnrm nnd
| He slioved it under the pil
>y can't say I did it. If they
[hey can't prove it.
!■ eased the covers of the bed
and slipped beneath them anil
!h d out beside Buddy; in
minutes he was sound asleep.
BOOK TWO
FLIGHT
seemed to Bigger that no
pr had be closed his eyes than
vis wide awnke again, sud-
and violently, as though
soiftone had grabbed his shoul-
de: and had shaken him. He
Uj|on his back, in hed, hearing
seeing nothing. Then, like an
ric switch being clicked on,
as aware that the yoom was
with pale daylight. Some-
e deep In him a thought form-
It's morning. Sunday morn-
He lifted himself on liis
vk anil cocked his head In an
nde of listening. He heard
mother and brother afld sister
thing softly, in deep sl>ep. He
the room nnd saw snow fnll-
pnst the window; but his mind
•d no Image of any of these,
simply existed, unrelated to
other; the snow nnd the day-
«nd the soft sound of breath-
"What's tlie matter, boy?
ed and gripped the pamphlets In
his black fingers as his mind
filled with n cunning Idea. Jan
had given him these pamphlets
and he would keep them and show
them to the i>ol!ce If he were
ever questioned. That's it! He
would take them to his room at
Uulton's anil put them in a dresser
drawer. He would say that he
had not even opened them and
had not wanted to. He would say
that he had taken thein only be-
cause Jan hnd insisted. He shuf-
fled the pamphlets softly, so that
the paper would not rustle, and
read the titles; Race Prejudice on
Trial. The Xegro Question in the
I'nlted States. Blaek and White
Unite nnd Fight. Hut that did not
seem so dangerous. He looked at
the bottom of a pamphlet nnd saw
a black and white picture of a
hummer and a curving knife. Be-
low it he read a line that said:
Issued by tlie Communist Party of
the United States. Now, that did
seem dangerous. lie looked further
nnd saw a pen-and-llnk drawing
of a white band ctaspiug n black
hand In solidarity and rememl>ercd
the moment when Jan hnd stood
she asked in a whisper.
falling and an Icy wind blew. The
streets were empty. Tucking the
parse under his arm, he walked
to an alley where u garbage can
stood covered with snow. Waa it
safe to leave It here? The men
on the garbuge trucks would empty
the can earlv In the morning
and no one else would be prying
round on a day like this, with
all the snow nnd its being Sunday,
lie lifted the top of the can and
pushed the purse deep Into a
froien pile of orange peels nnd
mildewed bread. He replaced the
top and looked round; no one wa
in sight.
He went back to the room and
got liis suitcase from under the
side of the bed. His folks were
still sleeping. In order to pack
bis clothes he hnd to get to the
dresser on the other side of the
room. But how could he get
there, with the bed on which bis
mother and sister slept standing
squarely In the way? Goddnmn!
He wanted to wave his hand nnd
blot them out. They were niwnys
too close to him, so close that he
could never have any way of
his own. He eased to the bed aud
(Continued from Page Fiv. )
tar frankness, for strniglit -ilioot-
fcig, and no shenanigans. We do
•ot abandon our domestic issues; I toward minorities. Democracy ls
•e eontrol them so that they may the only form of government that
n t hetray as, If the whites are gives minorities protection nnd a
wine, they will relax their opposl-: chance, until education and history
Hon to Negroes If the Negroes may give the minority opportunity
aw arise, they will not eipect the to Justify its claims
whites to do all the relaxing "Just two more things, briefly
Priorities mnst be given to the {stated; First, why did I writi
for the defense of the United Fort Hnaehuea and H9th Pursuit
as * whole. No passion or. Squadron"? In general I wrote
emotion can shake the fact that.it Just as I hud written thousands
Be domestic Issue, however dear] of other editorials In the last 25
to its own propagandists, can be year* But in pnrtieufar. X wrote
■ttfe than secondary to the great j it because the^e two army
Buttons! and Internstional Inrerests. .ire so competent, so linpres<lv .
iua ri4ual treedum naturally Im-bnd hope-Inspiring; and In evrry
■aes the Individual more, hut j particular, because the officers of
intelligence says that be cannot, thoee two posts, not the while of
U and lose national freedom.| fleer
"White Americuih-. have
fight for their opinlona;labout this place? They rune here
Americans have the right j and go ^w.iy and only trtl that it
twfaU for tlieir opinions. In *.f>-, is a sep^rat" place for tlie train-
WlnVma In a democracy, |ng of colored troops, leaving the
stepped over it. His mother stir-
red llifhtl/, then was still. H*
pulled open a dresser drawer tad
t'tok out his clothes and plied them
ia tke suitcase. While he worked
there hovered before his eyes an
image ot Mary's head laying on
the wet newspapers, the curly
black ringlets !,oaked with blood.
"Bigger!"
He sucked his breath In and
whirled about, bis eyes glaring.
His mother was leaning on her
elbow in lied. Ile knew at aace
that he should not hare acted
frightened.
"What's the matter, boy?" she
asked In a whisper.
"Nothing," he answered, whisper-
ing too.
"You Jumped tike something bit
you."
"Aw, leave me alone. I got to
pack."
He knew thnt his mother was
waiting for him to give an ac-
count of himself and he bated ber
for that. Why couldn't she wait
until he told her. of his own ac-
cord? And yet he, knew that If
she waited, he would never tell
her.
"Ton get ll e job?"
"leah."
"What arc they paying you?"
"Twenty."
"Ton started already}"
"Yeah.''
"When?"
"Las' night."
"I wondered what made you so
late."-
"I had to work," lie drawled
with Impatience.
"You didn't get In until after
four." He turned aud looked at
her.
"I got In at two."
"It was after four, Bigger," she
said, turning and straining her
eyes to look at an alarm clock
above her head. "I tried to wait
up for you, but I couldn't. When
I heard you come In, I looked up
at the clock and It was after
four."
"I know when I got in, Ma."
"But, Bigger, It was after four."
"It was Just a little after two."
"Oh, Lord! If you want it two,
then let It be two, for all I care.
You act like you scared of some-
thing."
"Now. what you want to start a
fuss for?"
"A fuss, boy!"
"Before I get out of bed, you
pick on me."
"Bigger, I'm not picking on you,
honey, I'm glad you got the Job."
"You don't talk like It"
He felt that his acting In thla
manner was a mistake. If he
kept on talking about the time
he had gotten In last night,, 'he
Jur/AfcoU
haps say something later on that
would hart him. He turned array
and continued packing. lie had ta
do better than this; he had to
control himself.
"You want to eat?"
"Yeah."
"I'll fix you something."
"O.K."
"You going to stay on the place?"
"Yeah "
Ho heard her getting out of bed(
but lie did not dare lock around
now. He had to keep bis head
turned while she dressed.
"IIow you like the people, Big-
ger?"
"They all right."
"You don't act like you glad."
"Oh, XIa! For Chrlssakcs! Yon
want me to cry!"
"Bigger, sometimes I wonder
what makes you act like yon do."
He had spokeu In the wrong
tone of voice; he had to be care-
ful. He fought down the anger
rising In him. He was in trouble
enough without getting Into a fus*
with his mother.
"You got a good job, now," bla
mother said. "You ought to work
hard and kep It, and try to make
a man out of yourself. Some day
you'll waut to get married and
have a home of your own. You
got your chance now. You al-
ways said you never liad a chance.
Now, you got one."
He heard her move about and
he knew that she was dressed
enough for him t turn around.
He strapped the suitcase and set
It by the door; then he stood at
the window, looking wistfully out
at the feathery flakes of falling
(Continued on Pftft f.)
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