Argosy All-Story Weekly, October 6, 1923 — page 93: what you’re looking at

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_ THE HEAD CHOPPER. _ said. “Gawd knows I needs a cheap suit. J’m mighty nigh down to my las’ rag.” “ Brudders, I been thinkin’ *bout how our clothes oughter look,” the reverend Vinegar Atts, president of the lodge, re- marked. “I suggests dat we ordah white pants, a yeller vest, an’ a light blue coat wid a red collar!” “Naw! My good gawsh, naw!” Pap Curtain howled, springing to his feet. “ Dat’ll make us look like Affikin noodle birds. I wants a suit I kin wear eve’y day ’thout lookin’ like de lightning got drunk an’ struck de rainbow! I needs reg’ler clothes!” _ ‘Me, too!” Shin Bone squeaked. ‘“ Dem sky-muckle-dun-cullud clothes is all right when us is feelin’ rich an’ wants to monkey aroun’, but hard times is done come back in style an’ us po’ niggers is mighty nigh rejuiced to dem fig leafs in de Gyarden of Edom.” 3 “Le’s all git us a decent black suit,” Mustard Prophet proposed sensibly. “How would us all look gwine to a Jodge brudder’s fun’ral wid white pants, a yeller vest, an’ blue coat wid a red collar? Us don’t want to look no bigger monkey - itched for the possession of it. dan we is nachel-bawned.” “ Dat’s de notion,” Skeeter Butts ap- plauded. “ You black niggers put on a black suit an’ come out on a black night to de Nights of Darkness lodge, an’ ef you shets yo’ eyes, a high-yaller cullud coon like me cain’t see you! You jes’ look like a blacked black spot in de black blackness. Den us will eleck a gran’ eos bootbiack to black all our boots black— | _ “Looky here, Skeeter Butts!” Vinegar Atts bawled in irate tones. ‘Us is got enough of yo’ high-brow biggety talk. De nex’ time you busts into de reg-lar bizzness of dis lodge, I'll app’int a gran’ exalted eye- black to black yo’ two black eyes an’ make em a little blacker.” “Fve’body wants to black somebody! I moves dat black be our color!” Figger Bush barked. The motion was carried with a whoop. ‘““ Now, brudders, I ax you-alls fer yo’ name an’ two dollars per each,” Jim Golly announced. “ Us got to send a little ad- vamce payment as evidence of good faith.” ered the table top with small coins. Money was scarce with all of them and the few dimes and nickels that came up from the depths of cavernous pockets were eloquent of poverty and need. Laboriously they — counted; slowly their count was. verified. Then they gave their names and went back to their seats. ** Now, brudders, I = to know de meas- ure of yo’ size, so dese black suits will fit,’ Jim. announced. “Ef you got to measure all of us, it mn take a year,” Skeeter Butts wailed, for- = getful of the president’s black threats 4. ee again he broke silence. “ Excusin’ dat, you~ too durn fat—you got to survey him.” eo One hundred men marched up and cov- a e- cain’t measure de revun Vinegar Atts. - He’ ee “You all wears han’-me-down clothes, = Golly replied. you always ax fer in de sto’, an’ us will — make de alterations when de suits on = = I’m a dandy tailor myse’f.” Pee After considerable annoyance and ee this detail was finished and the task of the — evening was over for Jim Golly. He was feeling fine. Two hundred Abas was ying on the table before him and his- fingers <5 hen he-got the surprise of his life. “ Jes’ gimme de figgers dat — = — —— Pap Curtain arose and stepped out to the = = < = = middle of the floor. of the lodge, Pap placed-his left hand, pa inward, upon the center of his forehéad, then placed his right hand, palm outward, on top of the left. In response, Vinegar Atts- arose, Sid stretched out both arms wide from the shoulder and flapped them like a fat Sees trying to fly. Then Pap Curtain exclaimed in dramatic: : tones: “ Exalted presidunt, I calls for de gran’ exalted Head Chopper.” — Instantly, Hitch Diamond arose and = walked into an anteroom. A moment later he appeared, carrying an old-fashioned bat- tle-ax. The handle was six feet long, with — an iron-ridged handpiece, reinforced by a _ leather wristband to keep it from SS from the warrior’s hand. The curved blade, the crescent a foot and a haif long, was as sharp as a razor, and beyond the blade -comicboo Facing the presidente eS