The Detroit tribune. (Detroit, Mich.) 1935-1966, 1936-10-17

full" He heard the other reply.
"Father Divine is God!' They
passed.
Then he heard a familiar voice
say, "Yeah, mani
Mr.. Sam opened the door and
turned around. 1t was Rastus.
"Mornin,, Mr.. Sam. You's early
dis morn, amt your
Not partc'lar so, Rastus. Use
bout de same time as usual Mr..
Sam was a big joval man. He smil-
ed. won't you come in? Ise open
for business now.
Il dom kno' as I'd better. Ise
sorta in a hurry Rastus looked a
bit worried.
well, what's on your mind dis
mornin'? Dere's somethin' worryin'
you l kno'. l can see it writ all
over your face"
Rastus with a forced grin "Oh,
hit amt nothin' much, Mr.. Sam.
Jest a little dream l don had last
night"
"Ah, you's been dreamin' again.
Mr.. Sam perked up now. Dat
oughta be lucky. Hit might bring
you some winnin' numbers" He
put his bottle of milk down. Jest
what is all dis you don dreamed
bout ?"
We'll, hits lax dis. l dreamed
dat Liza and me was kissin.' And
guess who don showed up jest
bout de time 1 was smakin' her
lips?'
boy, who?" Mr.. Sam was all
ears.
"Beulah, my OF lady. And was
was she mad! Had a razer in her
hand, too.
WHAT" Mr.. Sam was getting
excited now, "And what'd she do?"
"She said, Rastus, jest what you
mean kissin' dis woman? Den Il
said 'Beulah-honey, jest a min
ute whilst l explain 1 begins to
tink real fast den. She says, Make
hit snappy, big boy, cause 1 amt
got all day. Somethin' sho tells me
folkes gonna tink Ise Lady Mac
beth when l git thu amputatin' on
you!"
boy, she sho had you tween de
devil and de deep" said Mr.. Sam.
"She sho did, Mr.. Sam. thinks
real quick and says, 'Beulah dis
woman is jest cousin o. mine;
and we amt seen one another in
sech a long time. .. She cut me
off den, 'You's gotta bring me bet
ter dan dat, Rastus, cause l amt
jest bornyestiddy. You can't pull de
wool over my eyes. And l happens
to know dat folkes marries dere
cousins in Eu'ope.' Den I says,
OATS in Europe, Beulah. Yo' minds
don got all twisted from Twin in
desc furrin countries
"What'd she say den?" Mr.. Sam
propped himself against the door.
well, TO 1 knowed what waz
happening, l could see dat razer
flashin' lax lighenin 49,
boy! Oh,-Boyr Sans eyes got
big.
"And you oughta heard by head
hit de flo Sounded lax one O. desc
cocoanuts."
That" Exclaimed Mr.. Sam.
Oats what woke me up. And
was l one happy soul to kno' |
was jest dreamin'."
Mr.. Sam took a deep breath. /
wonders if dere amt some mean
in in ting lax dat?
U Oats jest what Ise been tink-
ing ever since l got up" Rastus
scratched his head. Dat ting is sho
got me worried"
BY this time the newsboy was
quite near. His voice was loud and
clear now. Read All About It-Joe
Louis To Fight Max Schmeling
Again-Paper-er-er!"
Rastus was too deeply engrossed
in thought to get the boys cry
"What'd he say, Mr.. Sam?"
Says Louis is gonna fight
Schmeling again"
us dat right! Bet he'll sho dat
German somethin' dis time
Here's your paper Mr.. Sam"
The newsboy was speaking now.
Then he turned to Rastus. Paper
Mister?'
What l want wit a paper when
l can git all dis news floatin'
round here free-I amt never
spent a penny on paper in my
life.'
80. K. Mister" The newsboy
went on.
"My! oh, My! Oh, my! exclaim-
ed Mr.. Sam.
What is hit, Mr.. Sam? Dat you's
readin' must be mighty interestin"
Powerfully interestin', Rastus.'
He showed Rastus the front page
of the newspaper. "Ain't dis de
pitcher o. dat actress and dancer,
Rita Roy, dat yo' wife is in Paris
wit?'
His eyes were popping. "Hit sho
is! She amt fifxin' to come back
here to Harlem, is she, Mr.. Sam?"
Daft what hit says here, Ras-
tus."
ooh Lawd!" Rastus became
ct knowed I wasn't