The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1897-08-22
A PICNIC IN TINTowN.
Ode Lord Doan Seem Ter Prove of
This STYLE of Catherine"

LIS SIy 1C VI 0dIASI11iS
The little church in Tintown was go
ing to have a, picnic to raise money to
pay off Elder Tidings. There had been
meetings Of committees fora solid week
arranging as. to where the flock should
go, and as to what each should furnish
and as to who should be manager in
chief of the affair. Some suggested that
they should nave a fiatboaL and go UP
to ToWhead island and others said,
No, We'll jes walk up de river havin'
1t right hyar in our own chutch," said
the Rev. Mr.. eJnlins.
Oats the very thlng," exclaimed
chorus Of voices.
1t was finally arranged that each wo-
man who attended the church picnic
was to take a we'll filed basket. COW
cred with heavy paper, a card inside
bearing her name. The baskets were
to go to the highest bidder and the
purchaser was TO eat with the good
sister that brought the basket All of
the darkies OF Iintown were at once
caught with the spirit of this scheme,
and arrangements were begun at once,
and what preparations they began to
make for it. II is hard to beat a South
ern darby when it comes to cooking,
and cakes, pies, chicken and other good
things began to find their way into the
baskets.
The night for the picnic at last came.
around, and the little Tintown church
was thrown open for the occasion. I'm
Gle Mosby, a pious looking, old deacon,
was selected to sell the baskets. I'M
Gle Mosby' always looked pious when
there was anything going ON around
the meeting house, but Uncle Mosby
had been in Jail once for taking a sack
of meal from a mill door,
Darkies old and young, children and
all, came crowding into the church.
Such laughing and moving up to the
pulpit where the baskets were ito be
sold, Uncle Mosby arose and, as he
waved his hand for silence, said:
Dis hyar picnic is ter de ben't1t Nv de
clutch, de cookin' is guaranteed. high
est bidder gifts de grub, cash down,
mine yo'.'
An old negro at this point arose and
said that he would cut While cake with
a ring inside, 15 cents cash down and
the ring guaranteed.
The first basket brought 20 cents, but
Uncle Mosby gave them to understand
that no more would go at that price.
The bidding became better. 1t was
just here that new feature was intro
duced. Jim Drake, a drunken steam
boat rouster, came in, displaying 81 or
So, and began to bid. An old sister, of
the name of Jane Lanem, yelled out,
He can't eat wild me-
Several others made this same state
ment, but Jim held his ground, and
said, My money is jes' as good as any
body's money"
''Yo' money is satan's money" yelled
Yes, an yo'd like ter have old satan
plastered ali over yo'l' said jim:
Uncle Mosby waved his hand and
said: Dis hyar picnic am gwine ter
| be run on principals Nv respec', an be-
in yer hain't in no respectubul condi-
shun, Jim, yo can't buy no grub"
"Ize jes' bout as spectacle ez yo'
wuz when yo' stole dat sack O meal, yo'
| OF lynn hippercrit.''
Uncle Mosby went for him and he
squashed a basket over his head.
Chicken and pop flew in every direc-
ton, and four or five joined in the fra
cas- The women yelled, and some one
turned out the lights. Jim, the rouster,
escaped in the darkness and took a bas-
ket with him as he went, and when an
! old negro struck a matchA Uncle Mosby
and Elder Jenkins were fighting over in
a corner, each thinking that the other
was Jim.
When peace was restored it was dis