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Show Short of Help. It seemed that when Rastus and Sara died they took different routes; so when the latter got to heaven he called Rastus on the phone. "Rastus," he said, "how yo' like it down thar?" "Oh, boy ! Dis here am some place," replied Rastus. "All we has ter do is to wear a red suit wld horns, an' enery now an' den shovel some coal on de fire. Ye don't w ork no' more dan two. hours out ob de twenty-four down here. But tell me, Sam, how is it with you up yonder?" "Mali goodness ! We has to git up at fo' o'clock in the mawnin' an' gathah in de stabs ; den we has to haul in de moon and hang out de sun. Den we has ter roll de clouds aroun' all day long." "But, Sam, how come it y' has ter work so hard?" "Well, to tell de truf, Rastus, we's kin' o' short on help up here." |