Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1880-10-16

Uncle Anderson and the Negro
Preacher.
LITTLE Rock Gazette.

little Rock Gazette.
"DarS no user talkin' bout dc TACK said
old Anderson. "A ole time Niger can't stan
prosperity. When prosperity comes inter de
house, de mans wife miscalculates de distance
fwiNt corn bread and sunday clothes"
"What has gone wrong with YOU, Anderson
asked bystander.
1T faint ole age by hitself. can ten yer.
Some mighty disagreeaole Jacks hao crawle1
inter ny lie Oh late. auKeDt ike ergo arouR
prsdin' my 1ections but If yer zires hit. | ktu
gin her de ptnts-"
go ahead
IL married a good oman. She was de hard
est workenist oman cher seed. Saed get up
al al TIMES 90 Eight an chop wo3d an ana teiE9
she wanted was plenty ob work. an tells yer.
i neber seed dc Time dat a oman couldn't git
work enough TO broSe down a man. I'D so Ter
church regular an DO my prayin. When Ii 80
home my wife would bae billed cabbage for ns
ter eat and d eat 'en, too. Seberal weeks ago
neighborhood. lie preached putty well lie
could make the people shout wedder ia wanted
terror not. All dis Is big thing IN taDer OF
culud preacher. yer know. Well. I 'vitsd
der preacher roun' ter my house. Nv wife
wuZ kinder backward like, an Wen I ia
telGoed her ter de preacher she wiped her
face on her apron an run out ter chop w1Df.
- waZ powerful bashful an at de table I
ielt ashamed oo de oman. Purity SION, hOS-
| chhcr, She gun ter talk, an fore de- preacher
ler she got 81 well 'qualnted VIII him dat she
| sisted Oh his comm agtn. He dld cum agn
a. ae,n. n lily my wife gin ter stop chop
| pin wood. SSe wanted a new dress lone 90
| desc heah rcd striped dresses We wuz pretty
prosperous an' could s;aa his Al, n awnile
she wanted carpet fur de 10. didn't see
no rest till got hit. DE preacher come co ~
cay. ! soon seed dat my business of whit
Washin' was TOO prosperous. far my holse
trocted de preacher ike one ob desc he n
candle lies nyin roun' de light. Wa,
yisterdy mornin' my wife run awas Wild de
| preacher. Da tuck up de carpet au eoen stole
&c stove. Dey stole dc knives au' forks
| an eoerything dey could get Oar hans On. 1
| followed EN- an coJched UP wild en- De
| preacher hit me Wild a chunk, an my wife mug
rock al me- den turned back. doan' want
no noah wimin an preachers. El long ez a
1 cnled oman chops wood and feJchcs water,
4 she's all right, but when she flungs dogn de
| wood an pouTs out de water den look OUT
| OATS what makes me say what do, dat a ole
| time niger can't stau prosperity"
If you Were 10 so 10 heaven, Uncle Ander-
| son, and IND the preacher there what would
The old man studied awhile and remarked
| 81 doan know nothln' bout de laws Oh de place.
but eff dey ain't any strlcter dar den In Arkan-
harp DAT would make de city Oh de new Jerusa-
lem SCUM like OAR was fire ALARM
Little Johnpy-"Pa. did you read in the
| paper how parept was lined S25 because his
WSa 4Oy Of mug Gn sgS{ e raTe9
| thought you Wanted TO give me some car
| tickets There is money liz It,"
just imagine George Washington wearing
| imagine Ben Butler wearing a powdered Wig
| and knee breecheS--NoTTiStO,1n Herald. And
| Just imagine Roscoe Conkllng wearing yarn
| mitteDa-DetrOU Free Press.
| He was the only son OF his own mother. the
pride, the hope, the apple or her eye Ger his
| fair he'd scarce three English summers had
passed. And be sure, Peter, and recoIlect
| this said his fond and only mother. as she
| shut up the good book, 'never put on tn to-
| morrow what you can do today" All"
| said Peter, with glistening eyes, ''then let's
finish up the pudding to nlght"-SIH Francisco
| NeJrS Letter.
A young woman in Denver flung herself into
| ciStern, but she was fiShed out. A local para
| grapher advised her az follows: ''Cls turn from
| your evil ways But he won't joke that way
| when 1t comes cistern.
| An elderly resident OF Newtown was ap-
preached by an agent for a cyclopadia. II
| guess ! wont get one said the elderly resi-
| dent, and frankly added, II know never could
learn TO ride one or the pesky things"-Dan.
| burV Macs.
| A writer In London Truth says that the clean
| est dwellings in England are perhaps the jails.