Jackson advocate. [volume] (Jackson, Miss.) 1939-current, 1955-02-12
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BY PERCY GREENE

CIdCklilS upoho oO"h WHO Oio NV
nue., BUDDY, DON'T LET IG GIT
YOU DOWN, and since don't
hear 'em saying it much here-lately
| heard one of the old timers tell
ing a story which brought it back
to me, which is why Pm bringing
it up here cause all this here lead
ership business and propaganda
what Aine Haggar's Chillun is git
ting now is more likely to git 'em
down, than git 'em up, as heard
one fellow say, but that don't have
nuffen to do with the story was
bout to tell cept'n maybe in ONE
way, and that is eff you keep on
telling yourself something you will
start to believing it, even eff it
amt true which is "self -propa-
ganda," which is jess as bad as
propaganda being throwed at you
by somebody who calls themself
trying to do you some good :.
No where's the story what | heard
that caused me to bring all this
up, while l was setting down eat
ing my fish and drinking my beer
when one of the members Of the
tribe was 'splaining by example
how propaganda acts. AS he says,
there was a fellow who was crazy
about White Horses but didn't
have one, but made up his mind to
git one then after he'd done
made up his mind he started to
going around telling folks about
the big fine horse that he was
gwine to git . he kept on ceiling
like dat until he branched out a
little and started to telling all of
'em dat didn't know better about
the big fine White Horse he had
. . until he got 'flicted wild his
own propaganda, and one day when
it had got 'em show-nuff he went
down town and bought his-self one
of the finest saddles that could be
bought and toted it home, and
when his wife looked up and saw
him wild de saddle on his back she
thought he had gone crazy, not
knowing muffin bout propaganda
and soon as he git near enough
she ups and says, My Gawd, Man
wherein de debil is you gwine wild
all that fine saddle, and when he
tell her he bought it for his fine
White Horse she most drops dead
cause where they was living at
there was no horse, and no horse
barn, but it wasn't tell she axes
him where is your horse at until
he wakes-up and finds that he'd
been lying to everybody else so
long wild his propaganda until he
believed it hisself and bought the
saddle before he got the horse.
Moral of the story for Aine Hag-
gar's Chillun is don't let the prop
ganda wha you hyar git you
| down -.
JUST A FURRY: l don't have
to believe what l hear, and you
don't neither but I heard here
lately that all that talk about we'd
dings 'mongst them fellows down
around the corner of Parish and
| Hamilton wasn't nothing but q
furry
SEEN ALONG THE OLE AVE
NUE.: Otis Hamilton, of ST. Paul,
Mimi, a railroad man and member
of the St. Paul Young Democrats
Club. He is the brother-in-law of
Houston Wells of Knox Wells APP
pliance Company and there
was also none other than the one
time King of Parish Streeter,
James Oliver, the clothes salesman,
who now makes his home in Ark
ansas.
DID THEY GET COLD FEET:
That Mems Style Show for the
YMCA out at the College Park
Auditorium the other night was a
swell affair, and everybody there
enjoyed it, with all the compli-
! ments going to Duke Huddleston,
Ducco Sanders, Prof. Briggs, of
Tougaloo, and the one member of
| the Y Board so folks were
saying that all them fellows whose
names was listed on the program
musta got cold foots.
Weekly quotation: There is q
certain satisfaction in feeling you
are bearing with heroic resigna-
ton the irritating folly of others"
William James hampton.