Democratic Sentinel, Volume 22, Number 49, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 17 December 1898 — It Stuck. [ARTICLE]

It Stuck.

A literary society In one of the large cities.had made arrangements, as a variation from Its usual style of entertainment, to give an evening of “burnt cork minstrelsy.” It was to be on a high plane, of course, as befitted the character of the entertainers, but the young men were to appear In black. There was one young man, however, who demurred to the arrangement, so far as he was concerned. “I won’t make a negro of myself,” he said, with some arrogance. “There Is no particular reason why I should. I’m not one of the end men. I’ll appear as an Indian.” “How will you get the necessary complexion?” was asked. “There are no shades in burnt cork. You’ll have to be black if you use that.” “I can fix him,” said another-of the young men; “I can make a preparation that will transform him Into an ktdian.” “Is It harmless?” “Perfectly—only you mustn’t get any of It Into your eyes.” “I’ll use It.” The evening of the entertainment arrived, and the preparation was forthcoming. It was a small vial. It was applied carefully to the face, neck and hands of the young man, with a camel’s hair brush, and was pronounced a complete success, as was the performance that followed, the “Indian” receiving his full share of the applause. The next day the young man who had furnished the “preparation” was summoned to the telephone. “That stuff you put on my face and hands last night,” said an indignant voice at the other end of the wire, “won’t come off. What was it?” “Black walnut Juice,” answered the young man at the ’phone. “You’ll be an Indian for the next ten days.” And he was.—Youth’s Companion.