SPORT AMONG THE MOONFAYS.
Clear the way!
Clear the way!
This is the Moonfays' Racing Day;
And the terrapin will race the hare
From the oaken-tree to the dodo's lair;
And this is the end of the second heat,
To see which terrapin is most fleet;
For since that time, long years ago,
When the hare was covered with dreadful woe,
When terrapin beat
Brer Rabbit fleet,
The hares have been
So full of chagrin,
They've wanted another chance to win.
And now to-day, this afternoon.
They're going to race by the light of the moon,
For a golden prize—
Two pumpkin pies.
So clear the way!
Clear the way!
So that all hands may have fair play.
P.S.—Don't wager upon the hare
Till you have heard the conditions there;
Brer Terrapin carries his home with him,
And to make things even the rabbit slim
Must race shut up in a ragman's sack,
With his hind legs strapped up over his back.
PERHAPS SHE HAD.
A colored "auntie" seeing the child of a white acquaintance for the first time, exclaimed:
"Law, massa, how like she is to you! She done got all yore symptoms."
Two negroes were fighting on a wharf in a little Southern town, and although apparently desperate in their intentions, the actual fighting was rather mild. A timid bystander, not accustomed to the harmlessness of such fights, and fearing that the under man would be seriously hurt, called out: