“Moe,” he said, “honestly for you I am positively ashamed that you should do this thing. Ain’t always we been friends both in the old country and over here? Ain’t always I loved you like a brother? And now when you need some money do you come to me and ask for it, man to man? No, you go to a goy like that Howard. Oy! Oy! for you I hang my head that you should do so!
“Listen: I am the one which is going to help you and not some feller in a bank. You get that Howard to sign his name on the back of this paper and then I give you the money!”
§ 53 The Tools Were Lacking
Two traveling men sat at breakfast in the hotel dining room of a South Carolina mill town. To them came a polite negro, soliciting their orders.
Said the first:
“Bring me grape fruit, coffee with hot milk, corn muffins, bacon and eggs.”
“Yassuh,” confirmed the waiter. He addressed the second patron:
“Whut’s yourn goin’ be, Cap’n?”
“I’ll take the same as my friend here, except that the eggs should be eliminated.”
At the sound of that last mysterious word the darky stiffened.