New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1916-05-28
THANKSUVIL WAR
FOR 12SERVANTS
RIVE Woman Solves Prob
lem by Importing Parents
Slaves Offspring.

The servant problem has been solved'
The solution, like all great dis
coveries, is comparatively simple. IL
was a woman who invented that blight
and blessing TO mankind, the collar
button. And IL is a charming Southern
woman. with a summer home at Rye,
". y. who has laid down the rules for
founding a domestic Utopia. She re-
fuses TO have her name mentioned. Al
though it will conceal her identity to
her friends rot at all, here she will be
called Nine. X.
Here is the answer. First, one must
have a brilliant husband. (Mr. X. is
now engaged in experiments toward
perfecting a chemical fertilizer which
takes the nitrogen from the air and
introduces il into the soil.) Then,
ones family must have owned in
Vulnerable slaves before the war. These
must have adored their master TO such
an extent that their children will have
been reared in the belief that to work
for any one beside Our own wife
folks" would be nothing short of Grim
inal. And lastly, the husband must
have turned his brilliancy into enough
dollars TO maintain large establish
mcnt
Roly-Poly Pickaninny.
When one has complied with these
simple rules one may, like Nine. y,
finds himself in possession of dozen
faithful and honest negro servants.
All Of the dozen are not full grown
servants. There is Henry, the butler,
and his wife, Clara, the laundress. The
ebony stepladder Of their children fol-
lows: William, eleven; lie Roy, nine;
Frank. six; Hazel, four, and Irene, two.
Then there is Chester, the chauffeur,
and his wife. Ida, the housemaid, and
their child, Mildred, the roly-poliest
little three-year-old that was ever
transplanted from a cotton field.
These, with Hannibal, the man cook,
who was taken sick and had 10 be sent
back 10 the old home lin the Belle
Meade Deerpark, outside Of Nashville.
Tenn, constituted the servant brigade
that landed in Grand Central Station
last September.
Not one of them had ever before been
further away from Nashville than Leb-
anon. The whites of their eyes stood
out against their dark cheeks like
lanterns In fog, as they looked at the
great blue canoi above them.
"Lawdy, Miss Irene" bresthed Henry,
dds ain' no stashun. Disheah mus be
Hebben!"
Once installed, however, they soon
bccaQBe acclimated.
Now GO TO white Church.
Every Sunday night all the servant.
and most of their children pile into
am old motor. maintained for their
special use, and go TO church. At
first they sought out a negro church
m New Rochelle. Then Nine. \. sug-
gested that they go 20 a white church
in Port Chester.
"No'm. Mis- Irene" said Henry, Gus
can 20 20 no wife folks church. Ain
ncber been inside wife folks church
in an NAH BON days. We all's gwine
90 niger church, same ez down home.
After awhile. however. sufficient
courage was aroused to make a pill
cr.mage TO the white folks church
So pleased were the negroes with
their reception that they have been
going there ever since.
When Henry opened the door 70
admit "a visitor yesterday II was quite
old ante-bellum South. He had dual
soul half peacock, half whipped
aYassuh. yassuh. come right in: sub.
Dev's expectin' you, yassah. Jes' take
OF yo' hat an coat, an set IN settin'-
room. Folks ain come back fun town
vet. nossuh Lookin' furum ever
minnit. yessuh. Jcs' make yo'seit
home, yossuh.'
And he automatically bowed himself
out.
Tells Story on Warner.
There came the burr OF a motor,
ou,-de CRYING. "Hesh folks is, nsow,"
Henry fastened 20 meet his master /
and mistress. .,
II was not until after dinner with |
hot corn bread pones) that the con ]