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She opted to earn a degree in education and pursue teaching, the most stable career for a black woman with a college degree. Through an extensive gvine, black colleges received calls from schools around the country requesting teachers, then dispatched their alumni to fill open positions in everything from tar paper shacks in the rural cotton belt to Washington, DCs elite Dunbar High School. New educators hoped to teach in their major subject, of course, but would be expected to assume whatever duties were necessary. After graduation in 1929, Dorothy was sent forth like a secular missionary to join the Negro teaching force. Her first job, teaching math and English at a Negro school in rural Tamms, Illinois, ended after her first school year. The Depressionfueled collapse in cotton prices hit the area hard, and the school system simply shut its doors, leaving no public education for the rural countys Negro students. She fared no better in her next posting in coastal North Carolina, where, in the middle of the school year, the school ran out of money and simply stopped paying her. Dorothy supported herself and contributed to the family by working as a waitress at a hotel in Richmond, ia, until 1931, when she got word of a job at the school in Farmville. It was no surprise that the newcomer with the beautiful Dorothys house on South Main sat down the street from the college campus. Every morning as she walked the two blocks to her job at Moton High School, a Ushaped building perched on a triangular block at the south end of town, she saw the State Teachers College coeds with their books, disappearing into classrooms in their leafy sanctuary of a campus. Dorothy walked to school on the other side of the street, toeing the invisible line that separated them. It would no sooner have occurred to her that a place with so baroque a name as the Langley Memorial Aeronautical Laboratory would solicit an application from Negro women than that the white women at the college across the street would beckon her through the front doors of their manicured enclave. Black newspapers, however, worked indefatigably to spread the word far and wide about available war jobs and exhorted their readers to apply. Some were dubbing Executive Order 8802 and the Fair Employment Practices Committee the most significant move on the part of the Government since the Emancipation Proclamation. Dorothys own sisterinlaw had moved to Washington to take a job in the War Department. In the first week of May 1943, the Norfolk Journal and Guide published an article that would call to Dorothy like a signpost for the road not taken. Paving the Way for Women Engineers, nor did she make any distinctions between herself and the other women. There was something in her bearing that transcended her soft voice and diminutive stature. Her eyes dominated her lovely, caramelhued facealmondshaped, wideset, intense eyes that seemed to see everything. Education topped her list of ideals; it was the surest hedge against a world that would require more of her children than white children, and attempt to give them less in return. The Negros ladder to the American dream was missing rungs, with even the most outwardly successful blacks worried that at any moment the forces of discrimination could lay waste to their economic security. Ideals without practical solutions were empty promises. Standing on her feet all day in the sweltering laundry was an opportunity if the tumbled military uniforms bought new school clothes, if each sock made a down payment on her childrens college educations. At night in the bunk of the workers housing, as she willed a breeze to cut through the motionless night air, Dorothy thought of Ann, age eight, Maida, six, Leonard, three, and Kenneth, just eight months old. Their lives and futures informed every decision she made. Like virtually every Negro woman she knew, she struggled to find the balance between spending time with her children at home and spending time for them, for her family, at a job. Dorothy was born in 1910 in Kansas City, Missouri. Her own mother died when Dorothy was just two years old, and less than a year later, her father, Leonard Johnson, a waiter, remarried. Her stepmother, Susie Peeler Johnson, worked as a charwoman at the grand Union Station train depot to help support the family. She took Dorothy as her own daughter and pushed her to succeed, teaching the precocious to read before she entered school, which vaulted her ahead two grades. She also encouraged her daughters natural musical talent by enrolling her in piano lessons. When Dorothy was eight, the family relocated to Morgantown, West ia, where her father accepted a job working for a successful Negro restaurateur. Howard, based in Washington, DC, was the summit of Negro scholarship. Elbert Frank Cox and Dudley Weldon Woodard, the first two Negroes to earn doctorates in mathematics, with degrees from Cornell and the University of Pennsylvania, respectively, ran the department. The white schools prejudice was the black schools dfall: with almost no possibility of securing a faculty position at a white college, brilliant black scholars like Cox and Woodard and W. E. B. Du Bois, the sociologist and historian who was the first Negro to receive a doctorate from Harvard, taught almost exclusively at Negro schools, bringing students like Dorothy into close contact with some of the finest minds in the world. Howard University represented a singular opportunity for Dorothy, in line with the AME scholarship committees lofty expectations. Possessed of an inner confidence that attributed no shortcoming either to her race or to her gender, Dorothy welcomed the chance to prove herself in a competitive academic arena. But the economic reality that confronted Dorothy when she came out of college made graduate study seem like an irresponsible extravagance. With the onset of the Great Depression, Dorothys parents, like a third of all Americans, found steady work hard to come by. An extra income would help keep the household above water and improve the odds that Dorothys sister might be able to follow her path to college. Dorothy, though only nineteen years old, felt it was her responsibility to ensure that the family could make its way through the hard times, even though it meant closing the door on her own ambitions, There she attended the Beechhurst School, a consolidated Negro school located around the corner from West ia University, the states flagship white college. Seven years later, Dorothy reaped the reward for her hard work in the form of the valedictorians spot and a fulltuition scholarship to Wilberforce University, the countrys oldest private Negro college, in Xenia, Ohio. The African Methodist Episcopal Sunday School Convention of West ia, which underwrote the scholarship, celebrated fifteenyearold Dorothy in an eightpage pamphlet that it published and distributed to church members, lauding her intelligence, her work ethic, her naturally kind disposition, and her humility. This is the dawn of a life, a promise held forth. 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=20 Howard, based in Washington, DC, was the summit of Negro scholarship. Elbert Frank Cox and Dudley Weldon Woodard, the first two Negroes to earn doctorates in mathematics, with degrees from Cornell and the University of Pennsylvania, respectively, ran the department. The white schools prejudice was the black schools dfall: with almost no possibility of securing a faculty position at a white college, brilliant black scholars like Cox and Woodard and W. E. B. Du Bois, the sociologist and historian who was the first Negro to receive a doctorate from Harvard, taught almost exclusively at Negro schools, bringing students like Dorothy into close contact with some of the finest minds in the world. Howard University represented a singular opportunity for Dorothy, in line with the AME scholarship committees lofty expectations. Possessed of an inner confidence that attributed no shortcoming either to her race or to her gender, Dorothy welcomed the chance to prove herself in a competitive academic arena. But the economic reality that confronted Dorothy when she came out of college made graduate study seem like an irresponsible extravagance. With the onset of the Great Depression, Dorothys parents, like a third of all Americans, found steady work hard to come by. An extra income would help keep the household above water and improve the odds that Dorothys sister might be able to follow her path to college. Dorothy, though only nineteen years old, felt it was her responsibility to ensure that the family could make its way through the hard times, even though it meant closing the door on her own ambitions,=20

=20 eyes caught the attention of one of Farmvilles most eligible bachelors. Tall, charismatic, and quick with a smile, Howard Vaughan worked as an itinerant bellman at luxury hotels, going south to Florida in the ter and north to upstate New York and Vermont in the summer. Some years he found work closer to home at the Greenbrier, the luxury resort in White Sulphur Springs, West ia, which was a destination for wealthy and fabulous people from around the world. Though her husbands work kept him on the road, Dorothy exchanged her traveling shoes for Farmville life and the routines of family, the stability of regular work, and community. Still, coming of age and entering the workforce in the depths of the Depression permanently affected Dorothys worldview. She dressed plainly and modestly, spurned every extravagance, and never turned down the chance to put money in the bank. Though she was a member of Farmvilles Beulah AME Church, it was the First Baptist Church that enjoyed her esteemed piano playing come Sunday morning, because they had hired her as their pianist.=20

=20 read the headline. The accompanying photo showed eleven welldressed Negro women in front of Hampton Institutes Bemis Laboratory, graduates of Engineering for Women, a war training class. Founded in 1868, Hampton Institute had grown out of the classes held by the free Negro teacher Mary Peake, in the shade of a majestic tree known as the Emancipation Oak. On the eve of World War II, Hampton was one of the leading Negro colleges in the country and the focal point of the black communitys participation in the conflict. The women had come from points up and down the East Coast, and from right there in town. Pearl Bassette, one of several Hampton natives, was the daughter of a wellknown black lawyer, her family tracing its roots back to the early days of the city. Ophelia Taylor, originally from Georgia, graduated from Hampton Institute, and prior to starting the class was running a nursery school. Mary Cherry came from North Carolina, Minnie McGraw from South Carolina, Madelon Glenn from faraway Connecticut. Miriam Mann, a tiny firebrand who had taught school in Georgia, had come to the city with her family when her husband, William, accepted a position as an instructor teaching machine shop at the US Naval Training School at Hampton Institute. There were black jobs, and there were good black jobs. Sorting in the laundry, making beds in white folks houses, stemming in the tobacco plantthose were black jobs. Owning a barbershop or a funeral home, working in the post office, or riding the rails as a Pullman porter those were good black jobs. Teacher, preacher, doctor, lawyernow those were very good black jobs, bringing stability and the esteem that accompanied formal training.=20

=20 As the war intensified, the town post office was awash in civil service job bulletins, competing for the eyes of locals and college students alike. It was on a trip to the post office during the spring of 1943 that Dorothy spied the notice for the laundry job at Camp Pickett. But the word on another bulletin also caught her eye: mathematics. A federal agency in Hampton sought women to fill a number of mathematical jobs having to do with airplanes. The bulletin, the handiwork of Melvin Butler and the NACA personnel department, was most certainly meant for the eyes of the white, welltodo students at the allfemale State Teachers College there in Farmville. The laboratory had sent application forms, civil service examination notices, and booklets describing the NACAs work to the schools job placement offices, asking faculty and staff to spread the word about the open positions among potential candidates. This organization is considering a plan to visit certain womens colleges in this area and interview senior students majoring in mathematics, the laboratory wrote. It is expected that outstanding students will be offered positions in this laboratory. Interviews that year yielded four new Farmville s for the laboratorys computing sections.=20

=20 There she attended the Beechhurst School, a consolidated Negro school located around the corner from West ia University, the states flagship white college. Seven years later, Dorothy reaped the reward for her hard work in the form of the valedictorians spot and a fulltuition scholarship to Wilberforce University, the countrys oldest private Negro college, in Xenia, Ohio. The African Methodist Episcopal Sunday School Convention of West ia, which underwrote the scholarship, celebrated fifteenyearold Dorothy in an eightpage pamphlet that it published and distributed to church members, lauding her intelligence, her work ethic, her naturally kind disposition, and her humility. This is the dawn of a life, a promise held forth. We who have been fortunate enough to guide that genius and help mold it, even for a little while, will look on with interest during the coming years, wrote Dewey Fox, the organizations vice president. Dorothy was the kind of young person who filled the Negro race with hope that its future in America would be more propitious than its past. At Wilberforce, Dorothy earned splendid grades and chose math as her major. When she was an upperclassman, one of Dorothys professors at Wilberforce recommended her for graduate study in mathematics at Howard University, in what would be the inaugural class for a masters degree in the subject. =20 3D""/ ------=_Part_199_394678678.1487365774355--