No Booth

Last week in Miami, Fla., blackmen shook their heads, "reckoned they couldn't find no way to vote no-how." Miami's 40,000 Negroes never fret much about white men's elections, but somehow they had, counted on marking crosses on nice new ballots in the April elections. A committee of three leading citizens of the black belt, suave in manner, impeccable in dress, called on the city commission. The Hannibal of the trio made a dignified advance. He said:

"Our district is asking that the commission place a registration booth in our district so our voters may pay their poll tax and qualify to vote."

Mayor E. C. Romfh arched an eyebrow at City Manager Frank Wharton. "We regret," said the City Manager, "that all of the registration booths have been allotted,"

"If there is no further business," added the Mayor, "the meeting is adjourned."

Blackmen, thanking the commission for listening so patiently, bowed their way out the door.