Then we pass de cider jug, and mammy brings the cake roun’.
(Whoo-whoo, how de wind do blow!)
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Ev’ry darkey suttinly feels happy ’round Thanksgivin’;
Lawdy, yes, dey’s scrumptiously glad dat dey is livin’.
Sorrer takes a day of—this hain’t no time for woe—
And hit makes no diff’runce how de wind do blow.
EVENTS IN BRIEF
[Under this heading will appear each month numerous paragraphs of general interest, relating to the prison field and the treatment of the delinquent.]
A Prison Philosopher.—Number 6203 in the Oregon state penitentiary sees things thus: