A white man wished to sell an old-time negro an automobile. To this end
he took him a spin around the town. Soon something was in the way, and
that "honk-honk!" warning was sounded.
"Boss," said the negro, "I don' see no wil' geese 'roun' heah."
As the automobile increased its speed the negro braced himself with his
feet and gripped the seat with both hands.
"Is the machine running too fast?" asked the white man.
"I don' keer how fast you runs, but I does objects ter flying," said the
negro.
The automobile was stopped and the white man got out. The "works"
continued with that "chook-er-chook" sound. The negro, seeing that the
wheels were not moving, sprang out excitedly.
"Will you buy the automobile?" asked the white man.
"No, suh," said the negro. "I don' buy no thing lack dat whut flies
when hit's running, an' whut runs when hit's standing still. No, suh!
Good-by! I'se gone!"