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Page 138 - Madam," said the negro principal of a public school to an old negro woman who was washing, "I wish your boy to attend my school." "Whose boy?" asked the old woman as she straightened up and wiped the suds from her arms. "Your boy, madam." "Well, if he's my boy, I reckon I'll look atter him." She placed one hand on the rim of the tub and resumed washing with the other. Every few seconds she would change her position, allowing each hand a rest period. She would also change the pitch of a negro melody...
Page 139 - ... You's got er mighty good heart in you, 'kase you walked erround dem ants. Dat's jes' de heart I wants ter beat fer my boy. Dat dog bites most folks, but you jes' charmed all de fight outen him. My boy's got er lot of fight an* some meanness in him, but I sees you kin charm dem out. Most folks leave dat gate open, but you jes' kept on till you closed it. I knows you'll keep at dis boy till you makes er man outen him. Heah's de boy, 'fesser. Jes
Page 141 - THE BOY AND THE IDEAL Once upon a time a Mule, a Hog, a Snake, and a Boy met. Said the Mule: "I eat and labor that I may grow strong in the heels. It is fine to have heels so gifted. My heels make people cultivate distance." Said the Hog: "I eat and labor that I may grow strong in the snout. It is fine to have a fine snout. I keep people watching for my snout.
Page 104 - The Jackal took the spear, and in a short time had killed the elephant and covered the body with leaves. It then ran to another road, cut its finger and let the blood drip here and there for a great distance. Then it returned to the Lion and said: "Brother Lion, I almost lost my life in killing the elephant. Just go through yonder forest until you come to the straight road. By the elephant's blood you can trace it to the spot where it fell. As soon as I rest I'll be with you.
Page 105 - In this way," replied the Jackal. "According to the law, my wife and children must be masons upon the wall, and you and yours must hand up the stones; and you see there are plenty of them about here. Of course, I remain on the ground to direct. I have told my wife and children, and they are coming. You go and bring yours.
Page 108 - ... Here, wife, heat this rock and hand it back to me when I ask for it. You understand?" "Yes, Mrs. Jackal," called the Lion, "hand your husband the rock when he asks for it, for that is indeed a precious rock.
Page 105 - ... Brother Lion; I am doing you a favor. Unless a Jackal eats of a young elephant first, its meat will kill a Lion. This is a new law of the jungle, and I am still in love with your great head and pretty voice.
Page 104 - Brother Lion," continued the Jackal, "I would gladly give my whole self for your pleasure. You lie down here in the shade, keep cool and think great thoughts, while I take your spear and run down and kill the elephant that you have long desired to eat. When I have done so I will return and take you to it!" "Very good,
Page 23 - ... father" upon his lips. Rodney attempted it once, but failed, and never tried again. He stood before his father bareheaded and with the coveted word on his lips. "You have a fine head of hair," said the father. "That's what people say." replied Rodney. "Are you proud of it ?" "Should I be, Sir?" "Well, my little man, it's a disgrace to you." This was the first and last meeting of Rodney and his father. Joseph Cotter himself was the bastard son of a black mother and her "employer," a Scotch-Irishman,...