The Monroe journal., 1922-02-14
POETRY WAS THE SWEET
THAT CAUGHT THIS "FLY"
Old Darkey Came Back Home TO
Get Another Wife and Secured
Aid Of His True Friend

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An old darkey. who appeared TO
be about 20 years OF age. came hob
bling down Broadway. Pittsboro's
big business street. and as he went
10 get out OF the way of the immense
throng OF people who were passing
up and down the street, he ran into
Col Mont Bland. who was standing
in front OF the Farmers Bank. says
the Rambler in the Chatham Record.
Excuse me. boss. Dis old niger
cant see very good and good Lord.
bess me. II il amt Marse Mont
Bland" and the old negro seemed
TO be carried into an ecstacy of JOY.
why. George. said Mr. Bland.
where in the world did you come
from? | thought you had been dead
/ fifty years"
II is supposed old George and Col.
Bland were young men together. only
George was little the oldest. This
did not make much difference. and
were almost like two brothers.
Use been livin, down in Alsbam'
all desc years and jes come up here
to see if could find any of my old
boyhood friends and wife. Dem old
Alabam' Niger women amt no good.
Marse Mont. you shoah look good.
How's you been gittin' erlong desc
years?" asked the now excited old
darkey.
Il have been doing very well.
George. : married and nave raised
big family Of healthy children. |
own some land and a good home.
have made lot of money and am
president OF a bank here"
pts il. know'd YOU have good
luck all through life. l know'd
you'd be a president some of desc
days exclaimed the old darkey.
Besides that, | am in other busi-
nesses. | farm: write insurance; am
a money lender; a fox hunter"
Good Lord. Marse Mont. Is you
hoah num-"
And ! write checks and deeds and
sometimes write poetry. But where
is your wife," asked Mr.. Bland.
Il ain got no wife. You know
dat yaller niger woman | married
before lef here. Well. she run
away with anuther niger. Den |
married little chunky. bow-legged
niger, what didn't have no sense.
and she died Den | married a big
tall niger dat wouldn't wash white
folks clothes and lef here. An
now | am gwinter try 10 marry big
black niger who weighed ESQ lbs,
but she's got good horne out here
in The country and she's smart. Her
name is Milly Jones. Marse Mont. you
said you writ poattry. Won't YOU
writ me some. She'll think I writ it
and she'll be proud Of me" said the
darkey.
Mr.. Bland told him he would and |
for him I care 4 uod neNt daT
Bland TOOK him :Gto his office and |
READ him this:
"Milly Jones Is smart and spry.
She also is quite thrifty.
She moves about with lightning step
Although she weighs ESQ"
"Marse Mont. lat might make her
mad" said George.
well, how will this do?"
MiliN dbutS Is Il SiSHt W Stt,
When in wash tub Monday,
But she's the sweetest thing on earth |
When she's dressed up on Sunday
Oats all right. You got any MOI"
asked the now excited darkey.
Her teeth are like the pearly gates,
Her eyes are wide and blue
And | certainly do love her
And / know she loves me too.
And Milly is a hard worker
And steady as a hick'ry tree.
And that's one reason want her
And | hope to the Lord she wants
me-"
Oats what | want, and I'm gwine |
to carry 1t TO her and tole her | writ /
il and den know she'll hab me- |
Excuse me, Marse Mont, I'll see YOU
again. and the happy old darkey
left.
A few days later George came to
town. He was happy He had won :
his bride.