Democratic Sentinel, Volume 7, Number 12, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 20 April 1883 — The Lime-Kiln Club. [ARTICLE]

The Lime-Kiln Club.

"I see by de papers,* said Brother Gardner as he motioned to Samuel Shin to drop one of the bach windows, “I see by de papers dat Prof. Gilliam predicts dat in 1983 de cull’d man will be in de ascendency. Jist so. We’ll drap two mo’ winders an*, discuss de subiick a little. “It am a beautiful landscape to look upon, an’ I really pity de poo’ white man. He has bin lordin’ xt ober de world at large so long, an’ has made sich progress in science an’ ferlosophy dat it will seem purty tough fur him to saw our wood, clean our alleys an’ black our butes.” At this point Reconstructed Taylor began to stamp his feet and clap his hands and seek to start an encore, but the President interrupted him with: “Brudder Taylor, drap it! Now draw yer feet out of de alley an’ doan’ move agin till de meetin’ am out! No doubt you am tickled half to death, but let us see what tickles toil In a hundred y’ars we am to be top of de heap. We am to lose our kinks and grow straight ha’r, our feet am to be pared down, our noses am to be trimmed down, our mouths puckered on a new plan, an’ we am to lose our brunette complexions. Den our heads am to be reshaped an’ restuffed, our speech filed down and sandpapered, an’ we am to progress faster in 100 y’ars dan de white man has in 1,000. I think I see us at ,de pinnacle! We look awful purty at de top of de heap! Nobody' would know us as we stan’ erect on de cap-sheaf an* wave de glorious banner. “My fren’s,” continued the President, after a long and solemn silence, “if Prof. Gilliam am not a fool he am de Hex’ bes’ thing —a crank. One hundred y’ars will not do what he says. We can’t fetch it. We wasbo'n in de wrong time of de moon, brought np on de wrong sort o’ eatables, an’ eddecated in de wrong kind of stales. We have an’ shall pi ogress. Our chill’en will know mo’ dan we do, an’ deir chilPen will be a peg higher, an’ de day will come when we shall stan’ higher in all de arts an’ sciences, but we mus’ not forgit de present. Dar am mouths to feed an’ bodies to clothe an’ house rent to pay an’ fuel to buy, an’ he who loses a day’s work to dream ober Prof. Gilliam’s prophecy shows his lack of sense. If, arter all de present members of dis olub have bin Bleepin’ for half a century in de grave, de white man begins to lose his grip an’ de black man begins to cctch on, it will be all right. Meanwhile, doan’ miss a cog. Doan’ be made fools of. Doan’ try to clothe de chill’en wid the raiment of a hundred y’ars hence, an’ doan’ expeck dat de predickshun dat we shall ultimately warm our feet in de halls of Congress am gwine to satisfy present hunger. We* will now tighten our belts an’ pitch into de regular order of bizness.”— Free Press. Mr. 8. G. Gabmo, of Springfield, 0., writes: “I want every one to know that I was cured of dyspepsia, beartDurn, sour stomach and other disagreeable symptoms of weak digestive organs, by using only one hottle of Dr. Guysott’s Yellow Dock and Sarsaparilla, My stomach now readily digests any kind ol food. ”