OCR Text |
Show Not Fighter. Two old liegrobS, one of whom wore a Grand Army of the Republic uniform, while tho other was attired iu the conventional con-ventional black Prinze Albert coat which is ever part and parcel of the colored col-ored "pahson," met on the corner of Ninth and Walnut streets. Both were waiting for a car. The wait turned out to be a long one, arid the meu, though evidently strangers, bean chatting pleasantly on the condition of the weather and other stock subjects. Finally the "pahson, " with a comprehensive compre-hensive glance over the uniform which the other wore, asked: " Wa3 yo' in the wah, sab?" "Yessah; 'deed I wuz. 'Deed I'ze in de wah." "Den yo' had a taste of de late unpleasantness?" un-pleasantness?" "Yas; co'so I did. Fact is, pahson, 1 had mo' dan a taste, I done went and bit off mo' dan I end chaw up fine.'' "Did yo' run when dey commence shooting?" asked the "pahson" suspiciously. suspi-ciously. "Dat I did, sah dat I did an I'd a-run befo' ef I'd knowed it wuz conrin. " "Den yo' isn't much on Sghtin?" queried the expounder of the gospel. "No, sah; I'ze not. I'll leab dat for people what ain't got ntifYiu -else to da Cookin is my perfeshun. " And just then the car came. Kansas City Times |