Pullman herald. [volume] (Pullman, W.T. [Wash.]) 1888-1989, 1922-12-29
Just Like White
Folks
By ELLA SAUNDERS

Hip Lung was jolly, fat, and any
whore between forty ana fifty, having,
in fact, reached that age where China
men remain until they shriyel into old
age. 1t is not easy to become friendly
with a Chinaman, but Hip Lung was
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.
Parayane, the general manager for
the Urban Consolidated, took Il great
fancy to him. Perhaps that was be-
cause he, too, was jolly and fat,
though he was nearer sixty than forty.
Hip Lung was quite like Il white man.
He committed every day to his bust
ness in downtown New York, read the
Sunday papers, had his hair cut at
Giubanelli's tonsorial parlor, dealt
with AIitweil the grocer bought his
clothes of Cohen, patronized Kalliakis
ice-cream shop, and employed Olaf
Olafsen to look after his garden-ln
fact, he was n regular American.
Mrs. Paravaue was not So interest
ed in Hip Lung as her husband at
first.
q do think you might abstain from
being 50 conspicuous, making friends
with that ChinE," She said angrily to
her husband one day on the station
PLATFORM "If you haven't got any
sense of the proprietios Of life at your
age it's time you began
"But. my dear" began Paravane.
Then Hip Lung came smiling out of
the walring-room and looked at Para
vane with something like wink in his
celestial eye.
Mrs. Parayane was not q hard-heart-
ed woman. It 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.
y wish I could find a good husband
for that little Jim Kang,' she said.
"She's the dearest little thing, so gen
lie and affectonate, almost like n
white girl"
Hip Lungw calculated her hus-
band.
"What? Nonsense. He's heather"
"The only chance of converting him
to white folks ways. my dear"
Mrs Paravane saw the point, and
Parayane interviewed Hip Lung the
next day.
Hip, YOU darued old rascal, it's
time You got married." said Paravane.
I've found just the girl for you" And
he went on to describe Jim's merits.
GLOW much you pay?' qucried Hip
Lung.
How much? Not a cent, She's
been made into a white girl--don't
you understand YOU scouudrel? I tell
You, Hip, you'll get the grandest little
wife in America, modest, gentle. and
good-ouly none Of your Oriental
tricks with her"
"Ouientalf" querieG Hip Lung.
"No heating and abusing, like YOU
heather Chlnks do-according to Mrs.
Parayane, anyway You've got to
treat her white, Hip"
"You bling along" said Hip Lung.
Jim Kang stood suhmssiveIy before
Hip Lung her eyes east down, her lit
tie hands folded respectfully across
her breast In her neat little suit and
hat she looked-iS there Chinese
peach? If not-like ripe lee-chee
nut.
Il take, announced Hin Lung.
"You've got to he married by the
minister" said Mrs paravane. "and
If there's any beating or torturiug or
other underhand business goes on, re-
member Wen stand by her.
NO undelhand," said Hip Lung,
The marriage was celebrated in the
church. Mr.. Parayane gave the bride
away, and kissed her in the vestry.
Somebody said Mrs. Paravanes re-
marks on this were really-reaIly-"
u do hope Hip Lung hasn't i'll
treated that poor little thing said
Mrs. Paravane, as they returned from
their summer holiday.
Tets 60 round and see how they're
/ getting along, suggested PNr0Vane.
They had Just reached the house
when suddenly the door flew open and
Hip Lung appeared in flight, followed
by two cups, a dish, a dishpan, dish
rag, and another dish. And in the
doorway, yengeful, impIacable, stood
jim Kang, 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.
yane In confusion.
NE get along fine said Hip Lung
blandIy. mo Olrental ticks. Me
white man now. Ny wife alice samee
white mans wives, Mistil Pallavane."
island Half Fertile, Half Arid.