The news & observer. [volume] (Raleigh, N.C.) 1894-current, 1905-07-06
.AJ|M CROW LESSON
North Carolina Drummer
As the Teacher.
With Tar Heel Drawn and liu lltsu
Skill He Teaches 0bstreperOus
Negro Where He
Belongs.

ut was mix up right and
scrummage that was a corker," said
the man who was telling me all about
it. 1.-THE way he brought that bump
tious negro to terms was prose poem
in muscle, a regular Japanese jiu jitsu
in quick results"
1t was a drummer who had been
spinning a cracking good yarn, made
out of facts solid facts. He was tell
ing me the treatment North Caro-
lima drummer and q six foot South
Carolinian had passed out to a dudley
dandy negro who failed with imperti-
hence aforethought to observe the
Jim Crow Ger laws of North and
South Carolina.
1t was on the other side OF Sanford
yesterday morning that the affair was
pulled off The Seaboard train was
hustling along i'm good shape when the
forward door of the white coach"
was swung open and down the aisle
pranced with mincinge steps negro
towards the Pullman. Just then the
conductor came in at the rear door.
Here, get out of this. You are not
allowed in here" he told the negro,
and led him back to the coach ahead
for the colored in short order.
But the negro dudley was not salts
fed. In ten minutes or more he was
back I'm the white coach and mes
sage was sent to the conductor who
appeared in due rapid fire order. He
warmed up over the matter and again
put the intruder in his proper car,
with an admonition that he stay there
or there would be something doing.
He wasfa prophet who prophesied.
There were a number of ladies and
gentlemen in the coach, and among
these a square jawed muscular North
Carolina knight oe the Grip. The lat
ter hailing the porter as he passed,
said You go forward and tell that
black rascal, (only he did not say black
rascal, that If he comes in here again
I'll beat his head off, and do ii good
Don't you forget"
"Yessur, yessur," grinned the por-
ter! Fob de Lawd, boss I'll tell i'm,
alright. alright and out he went.
The drummer adjusted his eye
glasses, buried himself in his paper,
and was deep in his reading when
he was gently nudged in the back.
He turned quickly and sweet lit
tie girl sitting behind him said
Mister, he's back I'm here again,
and she pointed n tiny finger.
The drummer looked, and there to-
wards the front sat the negro, loleng
back against the red plush. He had
sneaked ii once again on the conductor
The drummer dropped his paper
and arose. His eyeglasses went into
his pocket and he slipped off his cuffs.
The people in the car who were ''onto"
the trouble looked expectant. Way
back in the car a lanky six footer
was uncoiling himself and getting
to his feet to make his way to the
firing line.
The drummer went forward.
Didn't you get my message?" said
he to the ebony hued. Take that" and
his open palm smacked one black ear
land take that" and smack went
the sound of the collision with the
other ear Then he yanked the dudley
black out of the seat to the car floor,
while the smacking went on. The
negro howled a midnight doleful howl.
All at once there was a heavier collis-
ion. The six footer who proved to
be a South Carolinian, had kicked
him towards the door. The negro was
now alternately bowling and yelpng.
His vociferous pleading and promises
Of BOSS, / wont come in again. Boss,
let me go. Boss, I'll stay out" brought
the conductor and porter, who rescued
him and rushed him to safety in the
Jim Crow"
The conductor, following out his
duties, took down in his little book
the names of the drummer and the
South Carolinian. II am obliged to
you," he told them as he moved away.
A moment later the porter came
down the aisle. and the drummer,
lookisng up calmly over the top of his
paper, said softly and sweetly:
Porter, tell that niger that If he
comes back in here again I'll throw
him out the window"
lie never came back.