MY FAVORITE STORIES

By Jach Dionne

Age not guaranteed-Some I have told for 20 years-Some less.

..MONRO,E"

Here is the darkey etory that L. R "DiclC' Putman, famous lumber association man and now advertising man' and one of tlc best nigger story tellers Arkansas cvPr produced, told for years to thc various lumber conventions, and which they scemed nqrrer to tire of hearing:

Munroc was an old, greyhaired Mississippi "Unele," urho lived in the coturtry, and bad come in on an excursion train for his first vislt to Mcmphis. He had just cnoqgh rrtottcy for the round trip ticket, had a "snack" of food in his pocLet, and was just able to walk arcund and sec the wondcrful sights of the big city. He nras particularly inr preescd with thc strcet cars, and wishcd that he had the ttloncy.to take a ride on onc.

Watking through thc park his foot struck something, and hc picked up a purse, which ho Joyfulty found to contain $2.85. Without futhcr hesitation he boardcd a strcet car, and sat down to enjoy the sensation, and the scenery.

Presently thc conductor shrck his hcad in the doorr called a name, and irnrnediately a man got up, thc car stopped, and he gut off. This interested Unclc Munroe. Next corner the csnductorcalled another namc, another man got up, and car stopped, and he got ofr. Whereat, Munroc began conr muning with himself :

"Good tarydy, but dat rnan sho mus know evebo<ly in dishere town. He oalls 'Washington' and Mr. Washington hc dun got off. Den he calls 'Jackson' and Mr. Jackson hc got ofr. Den hc'calls 'Jefrcrson' and Mi-s' Jefferson an her two babies dun got off. He sho mus knour em all. But I aint nevalr been in Memphis befo, an hc caint possiblc know mah $arne, so he caint put me ofr."

Just then ttre conducto,r stuck his head in the door and called out:

Morrill & Sturgeon LumberCo.

LUMBER MERCHANTS

Yeon Building

Portland, Ore.

BRIDALVEIT LARCH SIDING

IN STRAIGHT OR MIXED CARS WITH YETLOW FIR UPPERS

RAIL SHIPPERS of QUALITY

LUMBER & SHINGLES

"Monrocl"

"Yassuh, I'se Munroe. Heah I corD€r" and thc atrra-cd old darkey tunrrbled ofr the rcar end of the car, and it aovod dtr ana left him standing there in the strcet, scratctring his head, wondering at thc marvelous lorowlcdge of names and faces that street car rnan must havc, and wondering bow he was to gct back to town.

Just thcn a big touring car otme dong, ard thc gentlcrnan driving stopped and addregsed thc old darkcy:

"Is thie Moalroe?"

"Yassuh," replied old UncJe, "Dishere is Munroc."

"Go6,6," said the gentlcmanr "I'M LOOKING FOR 2Elt'

"My Gawd," said the old darkey, reaching for thc pur$ "Dese sho is srnart white folks."