“Are you running one of the concessions over there?” he asked.
“No,” said the little fellow, “but I’m working in one of them.”
“What do you do?”
“I work in a side-show that they’ve got over there. I’m the wild man.”
§ 299 That Thick Hotel Crockery
A Northern man was stopping at a small hotel in Alabama. One night after he had retired there came a knocking at his door.
“Who is it?” he asked, sitting up in bed.
“Hit’s me, boss,” came the somewhat cryptic answer.
“Who’s ‘me’?”
“One of de bell-boys.”