“Let me see your papers? Remember, I’ve been a lawyer and maybe I can help.”
Jip is dead.
March 28th, ’65
Someone is singing outside my office, singing that old favorite, “Massa’s in de cole, cole ground.”
Memories.
I see the newspaper heading:
5,000 COTTON BALES BURNED.
Baton Rouge, last week bales were piled in the Commons, soaked with alcohol, and burned. At this date, bales are valued at $100.00 per bale.
Another item, by the same reporter: