Macon beacon. [volume] (Macon, Miss.) 1859-1995, 1894-07-07
RACIAL SUPREMACY.
A, demonstrated by the white Dog OF .
RIark Man.

In the midst ola busy city thorough
fare two dogs came by chance ''ge'nel
and fought. One was the Noe
White man and the other the dog oil "
black man, and, strange to say, tn'
white mans dog was black an" the
black mans dog was white lne "oss
were evenly matched as to size anu
both seemed to be courageous an" III
the humor for fighting. The moment
they caught sight of each other they
flew together as if impeled by an an
cient grudge that they had peen nur''
ing studiously for the meeting, Wheh
the battle began the dogs had the
street pretty much to themselves ou'
in a few moments there was Il re'
struggling mass of humanity arouhu
them, blocking up business trafhc ana
for the time causing the suspension Oh
all interest in everything beyond 'he
outcome of the battle.
At first the white mans placR oog
was in the a~scendent. but that was De
fore the black mans white dog Il
gotten his fiery Ethiopian temper
thoroughly mussed up; then the aspect
| of the struggle underwent an abrupt
and decided change, and the while
mans black dog was givena few points
on iawwork such as he had never
dreamt of in the whole of his canine
career. Dog-hair and canine profanity
| filed the air for about five minutes,
when the glimmer of a policeman's star
in the distance caused a speedy cessa'
ton of hostilities. The owners OF int
struggling dogs grabbed their respec'
tive racial representatives, and "claweo
off" as it were. until the bluccoated
preserver of the peace had dispersed
the dissatisfied crowd and passed ma
iestically on his triumphal orbit. Then
there was a short but strong seance be
tween the owners of the canine con
testants, in which each strovc to estab
lish the supremacy of his race in the re
spect of dog ownership, some of the sa
lient points of the ardurous argument
being in the following vein:
"luh think that dawg o yourn's
fghtah, does yah! well TO tn law!
nevah seen nuthin' SO easy befo,' My
he's nuthin' but meat fo' my dawg'"
He isn't, hey, Well you just give
my dog Il fair chance and he'll eat YOU
II up, hair, hide and claws, he will
We'll heah's nah money, white
man." exclaimed the descendant o.
Ham, producing a rotund wad of one
dollar bills from his uproarious panta
looms. he was plainly a sporting BLOOD
and his taste for clothing was CORE
spondingly louud.) "Ileah's mai
dough-" he reiterated, conspicuousll
Haunting his adult roll of infantil,
banknotes in the face of his antagon
list. ''Jes' yuh let EN- mix up agin an
I'll lay yuh ten to one yo dawg b,
nuthin' but fish bait in five minutes.'
The white man looked the unuttcra
bic things he felt like saying, but didn'
accept the black mans ostentatiou'
proposition. He silently turned away
holding his dog by the collar, "A precau
ton which was entirely unnecessary
judging from the frantic efforts of the
animal toquit the society o his superior
in the dogly art of e~archewing, and "a
he disappeared down the street his ear
We're outraged by the brawny boastina
of the blatant black man, who leerec
contemptuously as he mouthed:
Nigga dawg win, ell? Why wouldn'
he win! D'yuh evan see a white man.
dawg what was any count? Huh! Ct
way white man!
With that he pompously struttcd of
with the air of a predominant pcafow
on parade, his victorious white dog a
his heels. Frank b. Welch, in Bannc
of Gold,