ad invented trial marriage before sociology was a science.
The following songs are only too realistic:
I dreamt last night I was walking around, I met that nigger and I knocked her down; I knocked her down and I started to run, Till the sheriff done stopped me with his Gatling gun.
I made a good run, but I run too slow, He landed me over in the Jericho; I started to run off down the track, But they put me on the train and brought me back.
Says, when I die, Bury me in black, For if you love that of woman of mine, I'll come a sneakin' back; For if you love that woman of mine, I'll come a sneakin' back.
If you don't quit monkeying with my Lulu, I'll tell you what I'll do; I'll fling around your heart with my razor; I'll shoot you through and through.
That the negro's esthetic nature may be improving is indicated by the following song. For tremendousness of comparison, I know nothing to equal it. It is entitled: