Box 17, Folder 15, Document 5

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there is no sign yet that the railroad unions
have achieved comparable enlightenment.

Atlanta’s Mayor Speaks

On rare occasions the oratorical for on
Capitol Hill is piereed by a voice resonant with
courage and dignity. Such a voice was heard
when Mayor Ivan Allen Jr. of Atlanta testified
before the Senate Commerce Committee in sup-
port of President Kennedy's bill to prohibit
racial discrimination in stores, restaurants and

other public accommodations,

On the basis of the very substantial accom-
plishments that his city of a half-million, the
largest in the Southeast, has made in desezre-
gating publicly owned and privately owned facili-
ties, he might have come as a champion of
“states’ rights” and of the ability of localities
to banish discrimination without Federal law.
Certainly, he would have had much more war-
rant to espouse that view than the Barretts, the
Wallaces and the other arch-segregationists
who raise the specter of Federal “usurpation”
as a device for keeping Southern Negroes in

But Mr. Allen was not in Washington to boast.
He was there to warn that even in cities like
Atlanta the progress that had been made might
be wiped out if Congress turned its back on the
Kennedy proposal and thus gave implied en-
dorsement to the concept that private businesses
were free to discriminate. He left behind this
charge to finish the job started with the Emanci-
pation Proclamation a century ago: “Now the
elimination of segregation, which is slavery's
stepchild, is a challenge to all of us to make
every American free in fact as well as in theory
—and again to establish our nation as the true
champion of the free world.”

The Fiddlers

‘The long-legged, rasp-winged insects now come
into their own, and we won't hear the last of
“them till hard frost arrives. They are the leaping
fiddlers, the gresshoppers, the crickets and the

Grasshoppers are enélie of in the Bible as
“locusts,” and their hordes have contributed in
many lands, including our own West, to the long
history of insect devastation and human famine.
Walk through any meadow now, or alone any
weedy roadside, and you will see them leaping
ahead of you, hear the rasping rattle of their
harsh wines in brief flight. But they do little real
fiddling. The fiddlers now are the crickets.

Listen on any hot afternoon or warm evening,
particularly in the ‘country, and you wil hear
the crickets even though you seldom see them.
In the afternoon you will hear the black field
crickets, chirping as we say, and often into the
warm evening. But in the evening, from dusk on
through the warm night, the more insistent sound
will be the trilling of the pale green tree crickets,
Individually the tree cricket's trill is not so loud,
but because all those in the neighborhood
synchronize their trills the sound ‘can be as
insistent as were the calls of the spring peepers
back In April:

The loudest fiddlers of all are the katydids,
which look like green, huneh-backed grasshop-
pers. Night after night they rasp wing on wing
and make that-monotonous call, shrill and scem-
ingly endless. But the katydids won’t be heard
for another two weeks or so. Meanwhile the
erickets possess late July, chirping and trilling
the warm hours away as though summer endured


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