The Redwood gazette. [volume] (Redwood Falls, Minn.) 1873-1940, 1895-08-29

diseases ''dezzes. -
He prints paper which I subscribe
for, together with another man, on ac-
count Of it's style. No one who aims to
be literary should be without it.
He wrote up picnic in July and re-
ferred to the gorgeous supply of victuals
brought by the picnickers "for the pur-
pose Of sustaining hunger.
Such man is either humorist or a
plumb fool. A committee ought to 90
and examine him. Receiving transpor-
tation last month for an excursion, he
ladies' out the following neat encomium
in his paper:
''This was we'll enjoyed by the many
publicity and attraction of Editors and
distinguish men Of ability on this event.
full day. It seems generally speaking
from what little act can do to attract
attention on the part Of the trip of this
kind is very highly appreciated.
'We can do nothing better than to
thank the head Managers for their grace
fulness and ease Of manner and respon-
sibility for the care Of the passengers for
safetyness and round trip excursion.
Referring to peculiarities of genius,
and especially in the matter of methods
Of expression, let me say that Elder
Rumley, the colored preacher Of Ashe-
vile. will be long remembered after he
has passed away. His favorite discourse
is called "The Dry Bones," and he has
preached it by request Of DR.. Will Hill
lizard several hundred times, it is said.
He is singular looking man of African
descent and speaks without notes.
will not undertake to describe or
furnish his dialect, for it would only be
confusing, and negro dialect has had it's
day. The cockney English minstrel may
use it years after the American colored
man has abandoned it. But it has surely
had its day in America.
brothers and sisters" said Elder
Rumley the other evening, pausing and
throwing back his head SO that his nose
was in line with the tops Of his shoul-
ders, ''you remind me tonight some
how as you sit there Of great big, mon
strous bouquet!
every color Of the rainbow is there,
from the blacklist, unadultered planta-
tion niger, in whose veins there runs
the unpolluted blood of the genuine i'm
ported and uncrockable coon, to the
pallid and highly amalgamated dude.
II don't like all this, brothers and
sisters. It is no way to live. The Scrip
ture teaches us that we cannot make one
hair white or black, and if it is wrong
for the hydrogen blond to sashay into
society with bogus hues it is wrong for
the Ethiopian to change his skin. It is
humble life that the black man leads
in the sight Of God, but he is Duke of
Buncombe County compared with that
straw colored dude sitting in the third
seat from the back, next to the aisle.
Yes, indeed! And that brings us back to
our text tonight, brethren: If the leopard
cannot change its spots, nor the Eth
opian his skin, where shall the sinner
and the ungodly appear?''
Eccentricities of expression are not at
all peculiar to any section or any people,
but cannot close this letter without re.
ferring to an incident which took place
in handsome drug store in a North
Carolina city.
Not far from the door stood very
snowy soda fountain, with beautiful
jet Of water spouting two feet high in
side glass case on top Of the marble
fountain and making a noise like es-
Gaping steam. On the counter was q re-
vOlvin4 SQUIRT busy rinsino tumhlors
and also making Kissing noise. Three
tall young ''razorbacks' from the tim
Der came in and bought glass of soda
in partnership. It seems like lying to
say this, but it is the everlasting truth.
The druggist, who is my authority,
said he served the beaker of soda to the
tallest one. who was agreed upon as the
one to drink first, and as the fizzling,
sizzling, kissing, sissing glass was held
up to the tall clay biter's nose one of
his companions, an overgrown primrose