The Anderson intelligencer. [volume] (Anderson Court House, S.C.) 1860-1914, 1900-03-14
Real Molasses.

sell with easier grace than THIS son OF
the Blue Grass State who entered a
Kansas City hotel dining room tho
other day aud looked about for the
head waiter. Taking as his natural
right the deep obcisancc of the said
waiter, the stranger soon found him
self at table where several other
travellers were deep in discussion Of
the Bocr war. The southerncr at
tractcd little attention from the other
guests until he began his order to the
black boy in the Tuxedo coat
"Lock hyar, boy" said the stranger,
81 want yo' to bring me some con
braid. [ don't want one or two little
pieces, but l do want platcful. Do
yo' underestimate"
The travellers smiled at one another
and winked across the table. The
southerner paid not the least attcn-
tion to his fellow guests When the
corn bread came, it was piled high on
q. large plate. The southerncr sur
veyed the heap of corn bread with sat
isfaction. He called the waiter and
ordered an empty glass. By this time
the new cOmers 3 actions had aroused
deep curiosity among the board of
strategy around the table, and this
curiosity was heightened to a greater
intensity when the southerncr slowly
drew from his inside pocket large
bottle, the contents of which he pour
ed into the glass. It was a black, Wis
cous substance, and it took full min
ute for the operation of transferring it
to the glass. Tnis was 3 trying time
for the war theorists.
"What in the world is that?' asked
one traveller of his neighbor.
"Looks like coal tar" was the re,
ply.
"More like crude petroleum." said
third guest.
The thick, black stuff being finally
transferred to the glass, the southern
er recorked the bottle and put it down
beside his plate. Then with the ut
most deliberation nc proceeded to
spread the stuff on slice Of corn
bread and ate it with much relish.
Piece by piece the corn bread disap-
peared, and when the plate was empty
he ordered more. In leaning over for
the order the waiter caught Whit of
the odor that arose from the black
stuff and his face suddenly became
wreathed in smiles and his eyes snap
ped with pleasure.
"Io know what that is, all
right" observed the southerncr to the
negro.
~ guess does, boss. Umm, butt
do smell mighty fascinatin'.'
AS the waiter disappeared he stop
pod long enough to whisper some
words into the ear Of another waiter,
and in another minute every boy in the
room was gazing with transGxed inter
interest at the southerner.
The board Of strategy at the table
dropped the discussion of the African
war and the travellers fixed their eyes
on the southerner. At last one Of the
travellers could contain himself no
longer, and, leaning across the table,
he addressed the southerner:
"No offense, sir, but would you mind
telling US what that is you are eat
ing?"
"Why, ce 'tainly. It. sorghum mo-
lasses. The real down-South kind. I
always eat lots of it, and I carry it
around v v.th me-, as I didn't often ind
it in yo' no. tn en- hotels
"Do you mean that that is the stuff
We used to cat when we were chill
dren?'
Exactly, the very same. Hyar,
try some-I have mo cthan 1 want
said the southerner, pushing the half
full glass across the table. In few
minutes the travellers were digging
into the glass with their knives
spreading the molasscs over corn
bread and gorging themselves as they
had not done since their boyhood.
And soon they were exchanging sto-
ries Of their childhood days on the
farm during sorghum time" and the
southerner looked on with grave salts
faction.
1t is very hard to stand idly by and
see our dear ones suffer while awaiting