Cayton's weekly. [volume] (Seattle, Wash.) 1916-1921, 1918-10-12


the damn Yankee papers," and it was
perhaps Sambo's answers that convinced him
that Sambo had the makings of a smart
niger in him.
Once domiciled in school and assigned to
his classes, though bright boy in a country
school, he was an infant in intellect in COM
parison with the most of those he met, but
he soon adapted himself to his surroundings
and was holding his own in such classes as
he was assigned. Aside from having good
lessons each day he was above the average
student even in higher grades in his general
knowledge of current events. He still re-
ceived some of the weekly paprs for which
his father first subscribed some years prior,
and the school being removed from city life,
wholesome publications were more or less
luxuries and even the president of the uni
versity frequently dropped into Sans room
to look over the papers and once he referred
to Sambo's general information while lee
turing to the students in the assembly hall
and Sambo came dangerously close to get
ting licking by one of the higherups be-
cause he was only "prep' and got such
a compliment Uncle Tom was hard work
ing colored man and though he was very
fond Of his boy, he was too busy in the day
to think about him and too sleepy at night
to do so, and so it was almost time for
Sambo to come home for the summer vaca-
ton before he thought very much about him
and then only what he could put him to
doing when he did come.
"Well, Mistah Young, Sambo is home and
ready for work." joyfully exulted Uncle
Tom Mr.. Young shook hands cordially
with Sambo, thing very unusual for
white man to do to a colored person, not
seeming to hear what Uncle Tom said. Then
he began to fire question after question to
Sambo which he so satisfactorily answered
that Mr.. Young invited him to his home and
when dinner was announced Sambo ate in
the dining room at the same time the white
folks did, but on a side table, which was
the highest honor any white person had con-
ferred upon a colored person in that part
OF the South, and the colored cook rolled
her big white eyes, but kept her mouth
about the incident. Mr. Young had evidently
forgotten the book writing incident and
certain it was that such thing never oc-
Cured to Sambo while he was at school
or after he had returned or for years
thereafter
circumstances in one way or another lead
Sambo and Mr.. Young in different direc-
tons and time wrought many changes.
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off and fms had been written on Samuel
DeBow Caesars latest manuscript and it
was ready for the publishers to pass on it
as to whether or not it was worthy of being
put in print. The writer eagerly watched
the daily mail, so anxious was he to learn
the fate of his last production He was
almost too nervous to open letter which
bore the superscription Of the firm on an
envelope handed to him.
eff you will come to our office we will
talk to you about your String Town on
the Pike',' briefly the rather laconic
letter, all of which made Mr.. Caesar feel
even more nervous than before reading the
mlssive. On appearing before the publishers
the business manager briefly said: "You
have very good story here and we have
decided to publish it under the following
conditions: You must 60 in hiding for six
months or more about the time the book ap-
pears on the market and you must not admit
for one year after it has been put on the