The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1891-08-09
That Darkie Gould Garry an Umbrella.

That Darkie Gould Garry an Umbrella
Three or four of US had closed our umbrellas
and gathered under store awning at the lower
end of Market street, Philadelphia, to wait for a
grip car says a New York Sun man. Along
came colored man, carrying faded and rent
old umbrella and we noticed that he carried
the shelter tipped forward at such an angle that
his feet were protected at the expense of his
back.
"Stoptsir" shouted the man at my left, who
had the look aud bearing OF judge.
Yes. sah-what's wanted?" queried the col
ored man
Il want to show you how to carry an UNI
orella Your toes are dry, while your back is
all wet. don't believe That one person in fifty
knows how to carry an umbrella so as to get the
most protection out of It..
Its an old one, sah."
Yes, see, but yeu don't grasp the handle
right. Here-take mine"
Yes. sah."
Take the handle with your right hand, and
carry it on a line with your right shoulder.
There-that S better"
Cant git along wild SIGH stiffness, sab"
Yes you can. Now walk up to the corner
and back. Hold the handle on line with your
shoulder. That's it-go ahead"
The negro marched of at a steady pace. and
while he was stepping off the gentleman turned
to us with:
Its hnack to shelter yourself under an
umbrella particularly if it rains hard, and
the want of this knack provokes me when see
it
We agreed with him. and the minutes passed
by and car came down.
Why, where did the Niger go to-" asked the
owner OF the umbrella.
We looked up and down, but he had disap-
peared. The man ran up the street two
squares, but there was no African carrying a
fine silk umbrella with a gold handle-not as
he could see We started to rally him bit as
we went up on the car but he checked us by
saying:
IF any of you think 1 can't lick you in one
a hnN d. 10 -.
won't detain you three minutes
The Bluebottle's Resolve.
From Spare Moments.
BuZzing and gay in the early dawn,
Fresh from nap on the parlOr wall,
Out for q flight over garden and lawn.
Fearing no trouble and dreading no fall,
Came a fly
A lively, frolcsome, bluebottle fly
And his feet
Were as neat e
And his style
AS complete.
AS his brain
Was replete
With the mischief that laughed in his eye!
What glorious fun I'll have to-day.
When the oaby's asleep and the nurse away;
When Rover lies by the Kitchen door;
III waken them both and make them roar
o, what larksl''
Cried the rollicking, reckless, bluebottle fly;
'Wnat a cry,
Said the fly,
''There will be
After me,
When I've done
With my fun
And he wickedly winked his wee, wee eye
Then I'll 20 and dance on grandpa's head,
While he struggles to brush me away;
And tickle his ear till he'll wish was dead,
And over the table at dinner I'll play
Back and forth,
| And feast on crumbs from a freshly baked pie
And I'll sip
From the lip
OF each glass
That may pass
AL sweet things
Dinner bringsr'
| Quoth this riotous bluebottle fly.
| But alas for the plans he had laid,
And alas for the day just begun,
| For this fly soon lit in the grateful shade,
To escape the hot rays OF the sun.
And to dream
OF the sights that should soon greet his eve,
When, unseen.
From the green
| OF limb
Above him,
On his head,
BY thread,
Fell spider,
Who coolly devoured that bluebottle fly.