Southern standard. (McMinnville, Tenn.) 1879-current, 1886-08-14
UNCLE REMUS RETURNS.
The Old Mans Disinterested Vote on
the Prohibition Question in
Georgia.
Atlanta Constitution.

hbidulu
There were many EXPLANATIONS of
establishment yesterday when Uncle
Remus walked into the office. He
had not made his appearance in some
time, and there were varied rumors
as to his whereabouts. 1t had been
reported that he had gone back to
Putnam county, that he was farming
in the neighborhoOd of Decatur, and
that he was raising watermelons on
the Sand Down Road. The result of
this uncertainty was vague feeling
of uneasiness in the editorial depart
ment, and when he made his appear
ance yesterday he was heartily well
cOmed-indeed, he was greeted with
such etfusion that it caused him some
degree of embarrassment. His broad
smile, however, showed that he was
pleased, and he inquired with affec-
tomato familiarity in regard to the
health Of each one of the young men.
Time had dealt very gently with him.
His hair seemed to be a little winter,
but his frame was as stalwart as ever,
and his good humor as prominent.
"Where in the round world have
you beer? ?" one Of the young men
asked.
"Well, sir" the old man replied
with chuckle, "des bin hangin'
round 'twixt Twin en- dyin', en- dat's
bout ez much ez enybody kin do
deze days. My health bin poly, but
my appetite bin mighty good. l bin
sorter scratchin' roun' fur my rashins
but | Amt bin so fur but wat | kin
smell dat big dinner wat hangs in
Miss Sally's kitchen, mo- speshully
on Sundays. Kaze wen Sunday
come Pm right dar."
Uncle Remus had bag slung across
his shoulder, and as he put it down
he turned to the political reporter and
said:
"Boss, what all dis yer talk l year
bout probation?"
probation? / haven't heard any
talk about probation"
"He means prohibition" said the
temperance reporter, with a sigh.
"Yassir, dat zactly hit. Wat all
dis yer talk bout probation?"
"Well, you know as much about it
as we do" said the sporting editor.
"It means that all the barrOOms are
closed, and that you can't get on a
spree"
"Den what 1 tuck'n fotch dat ar
jug fer?"
"Well, / can't say. Haven't you
heard about prohibition before?
"Co's see Iup'n year Mars John an
Miss Sallie quollin' bout probation,
but dey done got me so MKT up dat
dom know head from tail.
elbow did they get you mixed up"'
"Well, sir, long at fust Mars John
he talk up fer probation, en- Miss
Sally she low dat she wuz ag'in' it
Dey had it up en- down. Mars John
he low dat all de Ticker ort to be o'G
out on de groun', en- Miss Sally SHE
low dat Mars John'd feel mighty
bad eff some er his POI kin 'ud kin
long en- dey amt no sperrets in dt
house fer ter put in de pies an fixin's
Den after dat, hit seem like Mars
John change his min en- no sooner es
he do dat dan Miss Sally she up an
change her'n en- dar dey had it
Mars John say de town gwine ter bt
tetotally ruint, en- Miss Sally she low
dat eff it kin be ruint Ticker would 8
done ruint it long time ago."
"And what do you think about it -
"Bless yo' soul, honey! Don't az
me. Wen de white folks git cross
ways niger better lay low"
"Well how do you yote"
"Who, me? Well, sir, 'fo' votin
time come, Miss Sallie she vow go
ter vote her way, en- she gimme biz
dram, en- den Mars John low | go
ter vote 'zactly de way he do, an del
he tuck an gimme anuder big dram
Den, time / cum down town anude
man gimme er dram. | speck Is
gittin' sorter ole an fibble-minded
kase dem drains, when dey got hud
died up to-gedder, make me so sleep,
, dat / can't walk straight, en- by d
: time / wake up dey weren't no voti
gwine on. Yassir, OATS jes' zactl