Evening star., 1942-11-19

treasurer. A few months ago, Clan
deposited a sizable sum of money
in a bank for the benefit of the
colored people in his employ. The
money was to take care OF sickness,
accident, funerals and other emer-
gencies, and, to make them feel that
the money was really theirs. he
formed a club and allowed them to
elect their own officers.
For treasurer, they chose vener-
able, much loved old fellow who
took to treasuring like martin to
it's gourd. Not day passed that
he didn't drop by the bank to check
with the officers on how the fund
was going, and to be sure his books
checked with those of the bank.
During a recent War bond drive.
Clan, without thinking Of the con-
sequences, called the bank and
bought the club some bonds from
it's funds. Not knowing of this
withdrawal for the war cause, the
treasurer was horrifled when he
stopped by the bank the next day
and was given a balance that did
not tally with his own.
HE came into my Office In a
state of tremendous agitation" Clan
recalls. He was wild with excite
ment. Good Lawd, Mister Cian,'
he called as soon as he could get
his breath from running Is blocks,
Good Lawrd, the books amt right.
Somebody done forged my x"
The man to whom we are indebted
for Green Pastures" John Henry"
and countless others of the finest,
most understanding stories ever
written about the colored race is
Roark Bradford. Coming out soon
is story by Brad based on his
meeting with sawed-off, little
colored soldier from the bottom
lands. When Brad spotted him
walking about a nearby camp, his
chest was covered with all the
known craftsmanship medals. He
dripped them, row on row.
You must be mighty fine
marksman, to have all those med
ais" Brad said.
Use pretty good shot, the boy
answered
Brad looked once more at the
medals and said, Boy. do you hit
the bulls-eye every time you shoot?"
Nav, sub, I don't hit the bulls
eye every time I shoots, but when I
shoots and don't hit the bulls-eye,
it causes talk"
One of the unwritten laws in the
South is that the cotton along the
highway must be kept in good
shape. It's all right to let the back
cotton, the cotton that's out Of
sight, get run down a little, but
not the cotton that's visible. So
Lyle Saxon, New Orleans historian,
bon vivant and one of the most
charming men ever to take his
Bourbon neat, was astounded on
visiting his plantation to see the
cotton along the road in need of
good hoeing. Running into the
foreman, one Bud Williams, who
had charge Of 30 colored woman
choppers, he inquired about this.
why, Mr.. Lyle" Bud said, "ain't
you heard about the rains around
here? Been pouring cats and dogs.
It's just been too wet for theHladies
to hoe"
Pat Moulton, former Auburn foot
ball great, was refereeing a football
game between the two top colored
teams in this section. From the
opening kickoff it was every man
for himself. In the third period a
big tackle, who looked as if he had
been playing squat tag with a lion.
called Pat aside.
Mister referee" he said, II want
to ask you favor and also to warn
you about something Tell that big
boy playing against me to start
being folks with me, just folks. II
he aims to continue not being folks
with me, I ans to fill this here field
with uppercuts."
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