The herald., 1922-10-05
just Like White
Folks
By ELLA SAUNDERS
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20. 1922. by Western Newspaper Union)
Hip Lung was jolly, fat, and any
where between forty and fifty, having
In fact, reached that age where China
men remain until they shrivel into ole
age. 1t is not easy to become friendly
with a Chinaman, but Hip Lung wa:
different somehow.
Even though he wouldn't he convert.
ed, and was known TO burn incense to
his joss in the back room of his place
In Westchester county, everybody liked
Hip Lung.
Paravane, the general manager for
the Urban Consolidated, took great
fancy 10 him. Perhaps that was be
cause he, too, was jolly and fat.
though he was nearer sixty than forty.
Hip Lung was quite like white man.
He commuted every day to his bust
ness in downtown New York, read the
Giubaneli's tonSorial parlOr, dealt
with Mitweil the grocer, bought his
clothes of Cohen, patronized Kalliakis'
ice-cream shop, and employed Olaf
0lafsen TO look after his garden-in
fact, he was regular American.
Mrs. Paravane was not so interest
ed in Hip Lung as her husband at
first.
II do think you might abstain from
being so conspicuous, making friends
with that Chink," she said angrily TO
her husband one day on the station
platform. IF you haven't got any
sense of the proprleties of life at your
age It's time you began"
"But, my dear" began Paravane.
Then Hip Lung came smiling out Of
the waiting-rOOm and looked mt Para
vane with something like a wink In his
celestial eye.
Mrs. Paravane was not a hard-heart-
ed woman. 1t was simply that nature
had made her Napoleonic. She was
interested In the Chinese mission
school. Only she believed in keeping
Chinese in their places.
81 wish | could find good husband
for that little Jim Kang." she said
"She's the dearest little thing, so gen.
tie and affectiOnate, almost like
white girl"
Hip Lungw calculated her hus-
band.
"What? Nonsense! He's heather ~
1.-THE only chance Of converting him
to white folks ways, my dear"
Mrs. Paravane saw the point. and
Paravane interviewed Hip Lung the
next day.
Hip, you darned old rascal, it's
time you got married." said Paravane.
1--WE found just the girl for you" And
he went on to describe Jim's merits.
"How much you pay?" queried Hip
Lung.
"How much? Not cent, She's
been made into white girl-dOn't
you understand. you scoundrel? I tell
you. Hip. you'll get the grandest little
wife In America, modest, gentle. and
none OF your Oriental
.ricks with her"
"Olliental?" queried Hip Lung
"No beating and abusing. like you
leathen Chinks dO-according to Mrs.
'aravane, anyway. You've got to
.reat her white. Hip"
"YOu bling along" said Hip Lung.
Jim Kang stood submissively before
Hip Lung, her eyes cast down, her lit
lie hands folded respectfully across
Ter breast. In her neat little suit and
lat she lOoked-is there a Chinese
,each? If nOt-like a ripe lee-chee
nut.
81 take, announced Hip Lung.
you've got to he married by the
said Mrs. Paravane, land
Z there's any beating or torturing or
,ther underhand business goes on, re-
member We'll stand by her"
mo undelhand." said Hip Lung.
The marriage was celebrated in the
,hurch. Mr.. Paravane gave the bride
away, and kissed her in the vestry.
said Mrs. Paravane's re-
marks on this were really-really-"
81 do hope Hip Lung hasn't i'll
:reated that poor little thing" said
Mrs. Paravane. as they returned from
heir summer holiday.
Lets go round and see how they're
getting along" suggested Paravane.
They had just reached the house
when suddenly the door flew open and
Hip Lung appeared in flight, followed
~ two cups, dish, dishpan, dish
'ag, and another dish. And In the
doorway, yengeful. implacable, stood
Tim Hang. one hand outstretched In
fury, one pointing to tea-stain on
her immaculate tableclOth.
"We-we just came round to see
how you're getting on" said Mr.. Para
vane in confusion.
"Me get along fine" said Hip Lung
dandy. mo Olliental ticks. Me |
white man now. My wife alice samee
white mans wives, Mistil Pallevane."