Belding banner. (Belding, Mich.) 1889-1918, 1902-12-11
AUNT SUKIF'S
SANTA CLAUS
A Christmas Story

She fell in love wild me,
ole Sukie Blueskin
She fell in love wild me,
Ole Aun' Sukie Blueskin
She fell in love wild me-
An she axed me down ter her house
Ter drink er cup er tea"
So sang Black Caesar, the wag of the
plantation, and then he proceeded to
tell us about Aunt Sukie.
II des' tell yo' wat-I tell yo 70 er
fac. by 10! Eff didn't git in de lam
mipes' scrape err Crismus timel Dat
wus de time we ar dem wife boys
made up ter play er projick on Unc'
Ike an Aun' Sukie.
Long time TO Crismus come we
don't heah nuttin' but Sandy Claws,
20 pudgin' erroun' de kitchen sayin':
'Um-m! Woner wat ole Marse Sandy
Claws gwine ter fotch me Crismus.'
Den ef we git ter cuttin' up de leases
bit 'Eout de house she low: 'Bettub
min wat yo' bout. Fuses fling yo'
kaow ole man Sandy Claws gwine ter
phrs alon' by N new so much es no
y
chen put er groun' pea in EN-
$50 we all 'sidered an 'sidered, an
las we made up ter fix dat ole crittur
up N good shape. We all know ole
Aun' Sukie ain got no sense ter frow
way nohow, so we eide we gwine ter
sea- Aun' Sukie N Unc' Ike out N dey
seben senses.
1.-TWO er free days TO Crismus we
wus er settin' on de fence, N ole lady
Sukie come by wild some truck ter
make de fab wild, an den | sing dot
little song wat a ben singin an
KEEP on:
"An' it's wat do yo fink
ole Sukie had TO suppah.
An it's W at do yo fink
Ole Sukie had 70 suppah,
An it's wat do yo fink
ole Sukie had 70 suppah-
Apple sass an sparrer grass
An hominy an buttah
"Well. sab, dat ole soul mos had er
spazzum wen she hearn us er singin'
dat song. an she rail out N buse us
an 'buse us an call us all kim er bad
names an freaten us wild ha'nts an
dunno wat all.
OuC IKE, lie Aun Suhle Olt
an he wur de contraries' an de spite
fules' ole niger on de whole planta-
tion. He al'us er pokin' erroun' an er
grum'lin' bout sumpin. He couldn'
res easy less'n he studyin' up some
kim er meanness. / don see wat mex
ole marse keep dat ole niger bout de
place TO nohow, case he ain fitten TO
muffin but ter prowl erroun' an hunt
hen-nesses. an wen he fin one he al'us
TEX toll out'n II. He 'casioned us ter
git er many er larrupin'. wild e ole
grumplin' ways, case marse b'lieve
ev'y wod Unc' Ike say. mex no diff
funce how much de ole scoun'l stretch
de blankit. But we done made up our
minis ter git eben wild ole Aun' Sukie
an Unc' Ike. too. an we DIES tease dem
ole pussons twel dey mos have er fit.
"Useter sing dis way wen we see
Unc' Ike er comm:
big Ike. little Ike, yo' bettah go:
Sukie bake de ashcake slow,
OATS so:
Sukie bake de ashcake slow,
Too slow
Big Ike. little Ike, yo' bettah gol
"Lo'd massy, Yo' des arter seed dat
ole contrary niggah wen we sing dat
song. He look so vigus dat yo fink ole
Tomboy done got er holt er him, an
wen we see de ole man grab up er
bresh an mex tods us we git fom dar.
= "W'en Crsmus time gun ter git
close by. we all gun ter fix up TO dem
ole pussons Day mex TO Crismus
marse he mex er long highferlutin'
speech an tell us dat longs we all
bhaved ou'se'fs purity well an wo'k
hard an mex er good crop. he gwine
gin us er whole day TO ter frolic erroun'
an Joy vessels. Me an Jack an
Tom-dem wus de wife boys-slip
out'n de hack do an des lit out. Down
ut de fu'niss web dey ben er KILN
hogs we sot an rugged up er projick
70 ter wake up dem ole folks. Tom
say, Jack, yo' mus be de ole Sandy
Claws, an we watch SOS we don git
eUtch up Wild Jack say, No, hain't.
nudder. case yo' boys run an lef' me
an den / ha' ter git out the bes' ] kin.
Yo' boys can't fool me dat erway.' Den
I say, Ne min, be de ole headman.
Well git or fo'ked linn, an put er
shirt N britches an er ole hat on de
head, an we TAX some hogs bristles
an mex mustashes an whiskers, an
I'll git up on de roof an let de ole
Sandy Claws down des es softly Den
vile we fxin' up de ole man we all
sing some mo- or dat song an Ian