Santa Fe daily New Mexican. [volume] (Santa Fe, N.M.) 1885-1897, 1892-10-14
SHE BANGED HIM.

The fun began promptly on time. They
could see the professor standing near the
window of his room shaving himself
After finishing this operation he combed
his hair very carefully, and then spent ten
minutes in tying his scarf That over, he
lighted cigar and sat at the window.
At o'clock a short, stout woman of
middle age came down the street. She
reached the professors house, glanced at
the number and then at a slip of paper in
her hand. Then she went in. Less than a
minute later the door opened, and out she
came blazing with wrath, strobe up the
street at full speed and was lost to view
This woman was hardly out of sight
when another came down the street. She
was Il matronly looking woman, with blue
eyes and face, according to McManus,
that wouldn't scare sparrow" Just as
she reached the door Mrs Wallace came
out of the house. McManus had taken up
position in the adjoining doorway and
overheard the following:
docs Professor Watkins live here"
"Yes'm."
"Wh-what kind of man is he?"
Hes colored man." (Grin.)
"Wh-what"
of you mean Mistah Watkins, who calls
himself professor of calciminin and white
washin, and who wants a housekeeper, |
can inform you that he's colored person."
said the colored housekeeper, with great
dignity.
"D.d-d-do you (swallowing invisible
lumps) mean to say th-th-that a Niger
p-p-put that advertisement in the news
paper?"
81 said colored person" with more dig
nity).
"Wait till get policeman"
The matronly woman strobe off CULVER
ing with rage, but she never came back.
For the next two hours women continued
to come-old women and young women,
tall women and short women, lean women
and fat women, blends and brunettes; some
poorly dressed, some clad in stylish splen-
dor. Not one of them boosted African
blood. And every one of them was turned
back by the housekeeper, who guarded the
honor of her house.
All this time Professor Watkins sat at
his window unconscious of the storms that
ragged in so many female breasts. About
o'clock he came down stairs
McManus called to him, and the pro.
fessor came dejectedly across the street.
"Been some ladies here to see you," Nc.
Manus said roguishly.
"Wh-where? Wh.when2 Wh-wh'-
Don't get excited, old man. They
learned you were colored and they went
away"
"That's tough, amt itp" exclaimed the
professor, with wounded vanity. "1f I'd
| had a chance to talk to 'em"--
"Don't say word" hurriedly inter
riedly interrupted McManus. There.
two more coming down the street."
| Sure enough, two women were approach
ing. They were tall and rather good look
ing, and the nearer they came to the pro
fessor's house the deeper grew the expires
sion of disgust on their faces. The pro
fessor crossed the street, stroking hi
goatee. He saw that one of the womel
held piece Of newspaper in her hand
He DOTTED his hat and bowed.
McManus can best tell what follows:
1.-THE perfesser had dicer on, and whel
he bowed thought I'd die laughin. SEE
zee. Ladies, r. ye lookin fer Perfesse
Wadkins?' Yes seq they. That's me,
seq the perfesser. You Perfesser Wad
kins,, seq one O. de ladies' De perfesse
grinned md SEE: Yes, dat's my name.
VIZ lookin fer a nice housekeeper.' De-
one O. de ladies kinder screamed, md sh
up wilder umbrella and banged de pei
lesser on de dicer. De perfesser made
break, but de udder lady goddim by d
coat and grabbed him by de t'roat. De
de first lady she banged i'm all over d
head md she jest lambasted d life out {
de poor niger. De lady wot had hold u
i'm tried to scratch i'm in de eyes, md d
perfesser gave tug md got loose. Der
b'iee, he run fer de river, md l amt see
i'm since"
According to McManus, Mrs. Wallac
and the other neighbors, at least fort
women applied for the vacant housekeepel
ship that day. The professor saw onl
two, but he does not regret that as muc
AS he did. New York Sun.