"Foh de Lawd's sake! won't you-all tell Marse Bob please not to go out no moh till I kin git his clo'es round to him?"
Many a man feels that he could be quite comfortable if his conscience would meet him halfway.
CONSCRIPTION
He was a homesick colored soldier in a labor battalion, and he saw no chance of a discharge.
"De nex' wah dey has," he announced to a friend, "dey's two men dat ain't goin'—me an' de man dey sends to git me."
A negro registrant from a farming district was called to service. Arriving in town, he found the local board had moved to another street. At the new address another negro languished in the doorway.
"Is dis whar de redemtion bo'd is at?" queried the newcomer.