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Show The Scramble of the Pickaninnies. !'I saw an amusing thing not. long ago whllo traveling through North Carolina," said the affablo drummer. "Tho train stopped for wnter at a way station, and I went to tho rear platform and found a group of little colorod boys standing botwoon tno tracks in tho mud and water. " 'Say, boss, doan' you want ub tor sing fer yor?' wns tho first question, and beforo I could protest they woro In tho midst qf a typical coon song. "I tossed n coin out to them nnd each lad got down on his hands and knees, and oven flat on his breast, in tho mud, In his struggle for possession. posses-sion. This was repeated two or threo tlmos, and Just as tho train was pulling pull-ing out, tho smallest and dirtiest Ind In tho crowd rolled his oyes up at mo and said: "Say, boss, ain't it 'bout tlmo to scramblo?' " |