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Show He Knew They'd Fit. "A friend of mine down south," snld Congressmun John Sharp Williams, "Indulged In tho luxury of a negro vnlet, or body servnnt, as wo call them. This friend, In n riot of extravagance, extrav-agance, ono day bought a pair of loud-checked loud-checked trousers. His valet envied them and wanted them. Thoy did not Boom to ho coming his way fast enough and ho throw some greaso on them. " 'Charley,' said my frlond, 'take theso trousers and clean them. There's a greaso spot on them.' "Charley took the trousers, didn't do a thing to them, and brought them A' back In half a day. 'Deed, boss,' ho 'M ' said, 'I can't get that greaso out." W, "'Did you scrub them well?' " 'Yes, sail.' " 'Did you try a hot Iron and a piece-of piece-of brown paper?' " 'Yes, sah, " 'Did you try ammonia?' " 'No, sah, I ain't dono tried 'ora on me yet, but I knows they'll fit me." |