“Yes,” remarked the stout lady in the private bar of the Helping Hand,
“my Joe give me a ruddy good leatherin’ larst night. You oughter see my
shoulders! They’re black and blue. But,” she added proudly,“’e never ’its
me on the face, where it’ll show. My Joe’s too much of a gentleman for
that.”
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Reverting to the subject of colored babies, George Washington Jackson,
informs us that his wife presented him with one last week that weighed
only two pounds. Now he wants to know if this isn’t the first time a
colored baby was born so light.
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Yes, Alfred, the ambitious girl is ambitious to make a name for herself,
but she usually ends by accepting some man’s.
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