The Lambertville record. [volume] (Lambertville, N.J.) 1872-1968, 1926-06-17
SHELL WE GADDER AT DE RIBBER"

SHELL WE GADDER AT DE RIBBER'
"Ahs gwne take off nah wah shoes
Down by de rbber side
Down by de rbber side
Down by de rbber side
Gwine take off nah wah shoes
Down by de ribber side
Amt gwne study wah mo-"
The congregation of Antioch African Baptist Church,
South was making the welkin ring with the resonance
of its song; deep-chested beloved the world
in no uncertain that they absolutely done
with Shril trebes pierced the drums with in
sstent and persistent reerations that far as they
concerned fighting buried in the limbo OF the
past
Doc Bloom venerable old darby of slavery days. sat
in the pulpit chair with his eyes closed, his feet beat
ing rhythmic time the tempo of the triumphant proc
lamaton and his body swaying to its motion.
"Ain't gwne study wah mo-
Amt gwine study wah mo-,
Amt gwine study wah mo-
But as the triumphant chorus swept to its climax
there sudden howl of pain that mounted even
above the volume of singing voices.
Doc Blooms eyes opened with startled jerk, and
he started his feet But before he could discover the
trouble the song had to sudden Close and In the
momentary silence there came resounding thump from
the of the church 1t accompanied by squeal
of anguish and an angry voice that beloved Ah reck
ons dat teach yo not ter shout all ober nah feets
There was litter from the congregation. Doc
pounded the pulpit stand for order. But the fight was
onl Men and who had few seconds before fer
venty sang the song of peace began scrambilng Tor
points of vantage so that the fight could be more
clearly The combaants could now be located only
by their pants and grunts they pummelled each other
with as much gusto they had for peace
Doc Bloom paved his indignant way thru the jam
med onlookers. "Hyah! Hyahl Amt yo got no mo-
respec' for de house O. de Lawd dan dat? Stop dat
fghtin Stop hit, All says!'
The members of his flock gave way reluctantly and
wasn't until got hold of of the belligerens,
and received bash in the jaw for his palms, that ne
was able to halt hostilties.
One of the guilty pair fat and squatty negro
of inky baekness The other was high yaer, tall
and bony and skinny. They stood painting and garing
at each other as Doc kept them separated at arms
length "Wharfo" yo disgracin de Lawd's house like
dis? Amt yo got no shame 2"
The skinny mulatto burted in defense, "Dat hipper
pottermuss trampin all ODER nah feets, Doc, an
Abs got cawns e nearly kilt mel!
"Ah warn't trampin'" protested the fat of Ham,
"Ah wuz es' shoutin an keepin' time ter de musc!
Doc wthered them both with indignant glares that
sparked fire. "Huhl How yo' all spec ter git long to-
eedder in hebben efen yo CANT chen sing hyah in de
chech? Yos nice bunch O. trpe amt yo'? Squeain'
an snortin 'roun hyah like pigs in slop trough
guzzlin fer dish watah! Abs shamed O. yo' bofe"
The guilty pair hung their heads in pretended hui
mity.
"Now set yo'sefs down hyah an behave yose'fsf'
Doc commanded in laundering tones. can de res o
yo folks git back ter yo' seats Yo'd think we wuz
runnn prize fights in dis chech Std o worshippin de
Lawd!" And he made his way back to the pulpit still
vocng indignant denunciations he went.
The fat negro pumped into his seat, exhausted
and pulled a flaming bandana handkerchief from his
pocket and mopped his greasy perspiring counenance
"Ahs gwine git yo fer dat, he Kissed from behind the
handkerchief to the lanky yellow
"Yah Jes try hit" snorted the other can wen
yo does Abs gwine make pass at yo' whuts gwine
be so powerful dat chen eff All doan hit yo nah fst
make such draft wen hit goes by yo' haid dat htl
glib 20 pneumony!"