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Poor little Zeddy they put him in the corner! Rise, Zeddy, rise an' wipe your weeping eyes; Zeddy, turn to the East; Zeddy, turn to the West; Zeddy, turn to the very one you like the best. |
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The negro is a born actor, and to give emphasis to his words by appropriate gestures comes naturally to him. The little comedy which follows suits him to perfection:—
