The Anderson intelligencer. [volume] (Anderson Court House, S.C.) 1860-1914, 1897-10-13
Polk MiIlcr's Yarn.

talking to lot Of men, who, like
myself, felt the oppressive heat of a
still July night There was drum
ncr near mo who was the best ven
triloquist had ever seen. The rest
of the company knew of his powers,
but did not, so he concluded to have
a little fun out Of me- | heard voice
from the third story saying:
"Won't you please come to No. 6.
| would like to speak to you" 7
went up, but found no. 6 unoccupicd,
with the hallway lcadinr to it filled
with 4 lot Of rubbish, over which
stumbled. Calling to the clerk. who
was one Of the gang Lelow inquir-
cd who wa il No. g. lie replied that
there wa 10 ouc cais,clcd fOl that
room. was puzzled, but never for a
moment suspected that | was the Vie
tim Of Il practical Joke. returning to
the pavement began to comment
upon the strangrncss Of the thing,
when voice called me again. saying
| made mistake in the number.
Will you please come to No. Ii.
aGi sorry to trouble you
immediately ran up the three
fights Of stairs to No. 1G, but met
with no better luck than before, for
this room was dark and unoccupicd.
! begun to get a little mad, FOR
thought some fellow was up there and
dodging me. | gave up the search
and went back 20 where the group of
men were seated.
That fellow thinks he's doing
something smart, said |.
At this the crowd broke forth in Il
hearty laugh and tho pcrpctrator of
the joke made the most humble apollo
gy, saying: 1--WE just wanted to have
little fun at your expense, sir.
am 4 ventriloquist.
His chair was next to mine, and
the "sell was so complete and so sur
prsed me that | enjoyed it as much as
the rest of them. Some time after
that this man and met in small
town in North Carolina.
While standing on the street corner.
talking, VIC saw an old darky coming
toward us with a fishing pole thrown
across his left shoulder, while in his
right hand lie was carrying turtle.
holding him by the tail. The old
fellow face was wrcathcd in smiles,
for he was thinking of the turtle"
soup he was going to have that day
for dinner. / called my vcntrilouuist
friend s attention to the old negro as
he came shambling along.
"Ain't he happy said I. "Vis-
ions of turtle soup are floating through
his mind"
"Wait till he gets up close to me
and Ill make that turtle speak to
him" said my friend.
Can you do that p
swatch me- said he.
just as the old negro got alongside
voice as from the sky said +:
"Whar you gwinc to drap ME ?"
The old man turned his eyes heav-
cnward and said
Hi who dat spoke p
Just then the voice came again, but
this time it was Enthusiastically from
the turtle. Looking down with aston
ishment and fear he let go his prize,
saying as he did so:,
Use gwine 20 drap you right ere. !"
And he did 80. l called to him:
cold man, come back and get your
turtle.
"Nor, sub, he. can stay d'yrr. 1
doan' want him |"
"Oh, come back" said I, "this
man is a ventriloquist, and it was he
that made the turtle speak"
Looking at my friend and moving
off slowly in the opposite direction,
he said
81 doan' know nothin' bout 20
whentriloguis, but the devils in dat
turtle, an I'm done wild him r. Gin
cinnaH fnmmcrcioi IriLnnc.