New Orleans Republican. [volume] (New Orleans, La) 1867-1878, 1875-03-21
For the Sunday Republican,
THE CHlNAuAN QUEUR.KLUXRD

She sewed around in families-
Or did, some few weeks back.
And everywhere she sewed, appears
Some charming little girl,
With locks brushed back behind her ears.
without one sign Of curl.
A oil these damsels went to school
Their hair hung down behind.
just like the tail of any mule
50 said the unredned.
SoBecky fell in love, you see,
With this nice style Of hair,
And soon concluded 1t would be
The very thing to wear.
For she had tried en- once OF twice
A fancy waterfall.
But her back hair did not suffice
To hold 1t up at all.
Therefore" thought she, III but mad
Apiait or two like that,
would not need this fetched pad
To fasten on my hstr'
An empress or . seamstress who
Would carry out q plan.
When she decides to pnt it through
Must subjugate a man.
Becky posse sed q colored beau;
roustabout was he;
Sometimes he hired to fire below"
Or worked ON the lsvee.
At Hudson's fatal port Sam Young
Had been sailor bold,
And heard the bullets Is they sung.
But never quit his hold.
His pants still sport the army stripe.
His hat was framed Of felt,
His cotton hook. iacknite and pipe
We're stuck around his belt.
When Sam next sought the rosy bower,
He thought it something new
To have to wait for half an hour
To get an interview.
Even then she him at distance kept.
His manly arm repealed,
And when he chided her, she wept
Yet still the cause withheld.
With sobs she did her woe declare,
She vow'd she'd never wed.
" without some first. class white folks hair
To decorate her head.
" No psck Of moss. NO shred Of iute,"
This willful maid did say,
But white folks hair without dispute,
To reach to her panier.
Sam asked the price. On peace intent.
But learned to his dismay.
Twas sixty francs. but what that meant.
Frankly, she couldn't say.
Then he replied-the eaucY knayei
Il see the game you're At,
You want to sell me for slave
To buy yourself plait."
80 Sam resumed his tile and left.
While Becky. In . sw0on,
Was borne to bed. of hope bereft.
And-slept till nearly noon.
cANro II.
There came cook to Becky's place.
. A Chinaman SO rare,
He had. of course. a deep dish face,
With clothes of China wear;
Besides, he had splendid queue,
Full four feet long, or more,
Coiled in his cap from public view,
Or pendent to the floor.
His Pagan name, you may rely.
Came tripping to her tongue.
His sponsors on the gay Tchiang Tsi
Had dubbed the lad, Sam Yung.
Then Sarah capped her happy hands
And cried. "Why. here's 60
I'll beat hin out Of them there strands
If can get a show"
Sam Yung soon yielded to her wiles
He baked her tarts and pies,
All favored with his saffron smiles,
Or with his almond eyes.
But artfully she played her part;
There was true cApdor in
Her voice when she declared "her heart
Should have no Mandarin"
Unless he gave her such braid
As this adorer wore.
She vowed to "still remain maid,r
As she was heretoforel
That broken Chinaman's despair
Was doubtless quite acute,
But as he would not cut his hair
Rebecca cut his suit
cASro III.
Go 1oc o.. lat
Devoured by deep chsgrin,
And saw his rival, as he thought.
Preparing to chin.chin.
Blinded with rags the fence he took,
Resolved on deadly strife
Grasps with one hand his cotton hook,
The other yields his knife.
The Chinaman, like Jobs war horse
Soon shifted the fight afar.
But didn't see the joke at all,
So didn't say ha! hal
From this indignant African
Fled like velocipede,
And yelled for the "po.lee-ceymanr'
To help him at his need.
Vain sleight Of legi Vain power Of lung!
The dark avengers stride
Soon bears the rash and wrathful Young,
Close to Lis rivals side.
Rigid with fright, the pigsail stands
Like handle to pump,
Sam grasps it fast, hand over hand.
About tho second jump.
The reaper to the harvest bends
The tail 10 in the tolls,
Swiftly the trenchant blade descends.
Sam seized the radiant spoils.
Swift as q steed the victor's pace,
And at her feet he threw
The prize; she made slight grimsce
As she received tbs queue.
Rebecca blushed darker shade
And fell upon Sans breast,
Then tried little tress- parade
How it bee ame her best
Though abe did thus herself up braid,
Yet, it must be confessed,
She did not seem 1t al dismayed
That Yung was sore distressed.
Then laughed Sam Young till he fell fiat,
Regained his breath and swore,