The Lambertville record. [volume] (Lambertville, N.J.) 1872-1968, 1925-07-23

his ignorance. w nut Ell uem CniHd-
mems did pray? NOBODY COULD
UN'ERSTAN' EMP
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The laughter that greeted Docs
solution was ample proof to him
that he had divine wisdom at his
command. And as he ambled away
with his pruning shears there was
a noticeable strut in his gait. Soon
his grooming voice was raised in a
victorious chant, punctuated by the
snip of his shears as he barbered the
hedge along the edge of the cam
pus:-
OFF niger tells yo'
Dat he's too proud to fight.
Jes' ez sho' ez shootin'
He's nebber seed de light.
Abs a-marchin'l Abs -marchin',
Abs a-marchin' in de army oh
de Lawd!
An one shell chase HUNDRED,
De Good Book do declar,;
An ten shells chase thousan'
Eth dey rides de gospel kyah!
Abs a-marchin'! Abs a-marchin',
Abs a-marchin' in de army OBJ
de Lawd!
Tige Brown, the "uppity, dudish
nigger' of the community appeared
on the sidewalk beyond the hedge.
"Whut's yo' so happy erbout, Eoc ~
he inquired.
"Ah's happy ies' cause Abs hap
Ply; dat's wy Abs happy!" replied
Doc shortly. He didn't like Tige;
he was suspicious of his foppish ap-
pearance and the fact that he had
no visible means of support. Anc
many times Doc had had evidence
of the girl members of his churcl
flock who had been led astray b.
Tige Brown. can yo'd be happ!
yo'sef efen yo' had some homes
wurk ter dol" he concluded, as HI
continued to snip away with hi
shears on the hedge.
Tige grinned. He took a fiendisl
joy in "pokin' fun" at Doc Bloom
"Dey amt no use a-busin me-" hi
replied in aa hurt tone, which never
theless failed to convince Doc. "Yo
know Abs been a-thinkin' OBJ jinin
d. chech, an All wuz a-thinkin' er
bout talkin' hit ober wild yo'," HI
continued.
Doc. regarded him suspiciously
But he decided it would be a grea
victory if he could make con
vert of this swell-dressed dude. AnC
altho he didn't know where he go
his money, he knew he always seem
ed to have plenty of it. And if he
could get him into his church il
meant increased revenue. "Efen 70
is got change OBJ heart, den deS
amt no reason wy yo' CANT jint
de chech," he finally told Tige. "Jes
whut's troublin' yo'? Mebbe All kil
hep yo'."
Hits lax dis" said Tige serious
ly, "Ah's come ter de conclushun dat
Abs gwine jine de Cathlik Chech.
Doc nearly exploded, Fer wy
is yo' wantin' ter jine dat heather
chech?" he finally managed to ask
cause de Cath'liks buries de,
daid in de Cath1ik Chech Cematery
an Abs done figgered out dat Al
wants ter be buried dere 'caus
hits sho' fac dat de debbil ain
new a-gonna look fer no nigge
in Cath1ik Cematery!' And Tig
finished with an aggravating cackl
of laughter as he left Doc sputter
ing with rage.
s&&&%s
Thereafter Docs victorious son,
changed to mumbles and mutter
ings as he rehearsed the sarcasti
statements he planned to make t
Tige the next time he saw him--"fe
ter contour de wickedW
Nor was he in any better hume
when he reached home. And as h
entered his small, but well-kept doc
yard, he saw his rabbit houn'
sitting at the corner of the house
At regular intervals the dog woul
point his muzzle toward the SIX,
and give vent to adolorous how
that made shivers run up and dow
the spine. Doc had heard him lonl
before he reached the house, an
he wasn't in mood to listen to sue
racket.
"Whut's de matter wild 20
dawg?" he yelled. "Aain't it ernougl
fer yo' ter lay eroun' hyah all d
time a-eatin' yo' haid off widou
maxim eve'body mizable wild "
howlin'? ?"
The hound turned a hstless heat
toward him, but didn't move. HI
whined like creaky hinge as Do
approached to look him over. An'
then he raised his nose again an'
gave vent to long drawn-out how
that sounded like the wall of los
soul.
what in the world is the mat
ter with that dog?" called voic,
from the street. Doc turned and saw
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