Uncle Remus, his songs and his sayings . e? Im dathongry dat my stomach is gittin ready to go inmonin. Uncle Remus eyed Charley curiously a moment,while the latter looked quietly at his timber , the old man sighed and spoke: How long is you bin in de chuch, son? Mighty near a week, replied Charley. Well, lemme tell you dis, now, fo you go ennyfudder. You aint bin in dar long nuff fer ter go roun*takin up conterbutions. Wait ontwell you gits sorterseasoned like, an den Ill hunt roun in my clozean see ef I cant run out a thrip er two fer you. Butdont you levy taxes too early. Charley
Uncle Remus, his songs and his sayings . e? Im dathongry dat my stomach is gittin ready to go inmonin. Uncle Remus eyed Charley curiously a moment,while the latter looked quietly at his timber , the old man sighed and spoke: How long is you bin in de chuch, son? Mighty near a week, replied Charley. Well, lemme tell you dis, now, fo you go ennyfudder. You aint bin in dar long nuff fer ter go roun*takin up conterbutions. Wait ontwell you gits sorterseasoned like, an den Ill hunt roun in my clozean see ef I cant run out a thrip er two fer you. Butdont you levy taxes too early. Charley laughed, and said he would let the oldFoan off if he would treat to a watermelon. xvn AS TO EDUCATION As Uncle Remus came up Whitehall Street re-cently, he met a little colored boy carrying a slateand a number of books. Some words passed betweenthem, but dieir exact purport will probably neverbe known. They were unpleasant, for the attentionof a wandering policeman was called to the matterby hearing the old man bawl out: 260 HIS SAYINGS. Dont you come foolin longer me, nigger. Youe^iflippin yo sass at de wrong color. You kn go roun yer an sass deze wite people,an maybe deyll stan it, butwen you come a slingin yojaw at a man wat wuz graywen de fahmin days gin out,you better go an git yo hidegreased. Whats the matter, oldman? asked a sympathizing^\ V policeman.^ Nothin, boss, ceppin I aint gwineter hav no nigger chillun a hoopin an ahollerin at me wen Im gwine long de streets. Oh, well, school-children—you know how theyare. Dats wat make I say wat I duz. Dey better behome pickin up chips. Wat a nigger gwineter Iamouten books? I kin take a barl stave an fling mosense inter a nigger in one minnit dan all de school-houses betwixt dis en de State er Midgigin. Donttalk, honey! Wid one barl stave I kin farly lif devail er ignunce. Then you dont believe in education?Hits de ruinashun er dis country. Look at my ole oman sont er ter school las year, an now wedassent hardly ax er
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