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Show "Traveling in southern Kentucky, a few years ago, I was obliged to change cars at a little place called Somerset," said Edgar L. Davenport, of "The College Widow" company recently. "About midday I glanced out of the car window to find a motherly looking old colored 'mammy' with a tray on her head containing really inviting quarters quar-ters of fried chicken. After having regaled myself my-self with a 'laig,' I leaned out of the window and said: 'Auntie, that is awfully good chicken, where did you get it?' ,. "Slowly the tray was lifted from the turbaned head while her fat sides shook with laughter as she displayed a wonderful expanse of bicuspids and molars. Retoverlng she said: 'You'se froum de Norf, ain't you, boss?' " 'Yes, I am; but what has that got to do with the chicken?' " 'Well, boss,' she said, 'I 'lowed dat you was from de Norf, elst you never would ask a Kaln-tucky Kaln-tucky nigger where she got her chicken at.' " |