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Show Not a Fighter. Two old negroes, one of whom wore a Grand Army of the Bepublio uniform, while the other was attired in the con ventional black Prinoe 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, and the men, though evidently strangers, began 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: "Was yo' in the wah, sah?" "Yessah; 'deed I wuz. 'Deed I'ze in de wah." "Den yo' had a taste of de late un pleasantness?" "Yas; co'se I did. Fact is, pahson, I had mo' dan a taste. I done went and bit off mo' dan I cud chaw up fine. " "Did yo' run when dey commence shooting?" asked the "pahson" suspiciously. suspi-ciously. "Dat I did, rah dat I did an I'd a-run befo' ef I'd knowed it wuz comin. " "Den yo' isn't much on fightin?" queried the expounder of the gospel. "No, sah; I'ze not. I'll leab dat for people what ain't got nuffin else to do. Cookin is my perfeshun. " Ana just then the car came. Kansas City Timea |