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Show WHERE HE MISSED IT. A Woodward avenue merchant who has for two or three years past employed an ancient darky to do odd chores about the store, was yesterday asked for a few moments' private conversation, and when the request had been granted the old man began: "I wanted to ax for a leetle inforrenshun. Las' nite when I was gwine home I met ole Ebeneezer Wright, one of de pillars of the church. He's bin a leetle aigewise to me eber since de las' danashne party, but I nebber saw a man melt down as he did. He called me an agitator. What does dat mean? I know it's sumthin' good but I can't ‘zactlt git de full meanin'." "Why, he meant that you are kicking up a fuss." "Did he? Fo' de Lawd, but I took it de odder way! Did dat mean I owned trucks?" "It meant that you truckled. You've seen a dog skulk along behind his master after he has been kicked, haven't you?" "In course I have. Did he railly mean dat? De old woman an' I couldn't make it out, but we fought it mus' be sunthin' sweet. Den he remarked that I war' a bigot. Was dat abuse? "I should say so." "Did he mean bad when he call me a ???Unreadable??? corruptionist?" "He certainly did. Many men have been knocked down for saying less." "Fo' de Lawd! But how ye talk! Am it possible dat I stood dar an' took dat all in and smiled an' luffed an' actually asked de ole man to step in somewhere an' have a glass of cider? Why, sah, if I'd had de slightest hint of what he meant I'd have crushed him to pulp in two minits, sah - de worst looking pulp you ever set eyes on! Lawd sah, but what a chance I did miss!" - Detroit Press. |