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Show OLD MAN CROWDED OUT Plaint of Old Darkey Who Wantftd Job as "Watcherman." An old-tlmo southern darkey callod at tho ofilco of Engineer Commissioner Commission-er Diddle the other day. Opening the door just enough to allow his body t'i squeezo through, and leaning heavily on a stick, he hobbled up to tho desk of Secretary Garges, bowing profusely profuse-ly nt every step. "I hope I sees you-nll well," was his salutation. "I's lookln' for a job as a watchorman, an' I wuz tole dat dis is do place to cum." "Take a scat, uncle," said tho secretary, sec-retary, "and tell fne of your qualifications quali-fications to fill 'that somowhat onerous oner-ous position." "Say dat agin, boss," said he, scratching his head. "I mean what experience havo you had in that lino." "Oh, yasslr, I'so had 'sperlence all rite. Yas indeedy. I'so wukked in tho ditches for thirty year or mo', but do boss dun discharged me coz I cayn't handlo do pick as fas'. as dem yung buck niggahs on de job, an' he says I'so too ole. Yas, suh. hit's a fac dat I am ole, but yit I has to live, an" I don wonter go to tho po' house. Seems dat dey ain't much use In dis worl' foh nn ole man no moh. Dem young niggahs cum outen do schools wlf delr book larnln', can writ delr name an such like, an' takes do bread outen de mouf of us po' olo folks dat nevah had dem 'vantages. Befo' do wall I wuz a han' In do cotton cot-ton fields an' I'so been a ha'd wukker all my llf." "All right, uncle, I'll take your name and address, and you shall havo tho first watchman's job that becomes vacant," said Mr. Garges. "Thankee, boss, thankee do Lawd talc cyar of yeh" and ho hobbled out again. |