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• 1him sped the yellow figure, and right to the end. The seemingly
• 2favorites. All right now, Red! theyshouted to me, Go
• 3to display a bit more of the slang that was used byeveryone
• 4pictures in the Negro newspapers such as the _ChicagoDefender_,
• 5Even as he realized the fact, the quarry vanished, and
• 6onto the trains. Fourth cook, I knew, wasjust a glorified
• 7played andfamous songs and dance steps and Negro stars
• 8of the sideline bets that I'd made in the drugstore. (Yes,
• 9resting the electric lamp upon one of the little ebony
• 10　　My eyes watered, my nose was running. I couldn't
• 11sure whatto do. But Laura started backing away toward the
• 12cool, that he'd soon catch on to the happenings. Everything
• 13mist seemed to float above the water. This mist had a familiar
• 14as if she were in some African jungle frenzy, andthen she
• 15she'd heard so much about it, she'd imagined what it was
• 16　　It's shameful to admit, but I had just about forgotten
• 17out to be lignite of little value, in the sandstone (probably
• 18mutilate their God-created bodies to try to lookpretty
• 19young men, he was taking some stuffthat, it was said, would
• 20nice young people your age here in Roxbury. But those
• 21fit, often wandering along in the great flower garden that
• 22York fourth-cook job. But for a while, I worked therein
• 23　　 Laura was home and I was back at the Roseland in
• 24by the Harlem followers of Marcus Garvey. And every time
• 25For three weeks Hanson had remained. During this time he
• 26into believing that the black people are inferior-and
• 27　　When I told Ella why I had quit, she laughed aloud:
• 28Just what subject I got off on I don't remember,but she
• 29at our arrival, and said one to the other, “This is the
• 30　　Anyway, she seemed entranced with me. I began to
• 31　　 Every evening when I got off at eight and came home,
• 32　　My first view in the mirror blotted out the hurting.
• 33Behind a great flowering shrub Hanson lay gazing at the
• 34　　It was such a red-letter day that I even went and
• 35speak to her, either. I completely sympathize withher now,
• 36She looked up to me as though she felt I had a world of
• 37his face. A bank of yellow fog instantly enveloped him,
• 38Christ pictures, prayers woven into tapestries,statuettes
• 39　　In any case, it wasn't long after I met Sophia that
• 40on big aluminum trayswhich I would take back to the kitchen's
• 41up the steps, depositing her there with her back to the
• 42And in the taxi, she started crying. She had hated herself
• 43missed a Roseland lindy-hop as long as I stayed in Boston.
• 44was packed with people lindy-hopping likecrazy. I grabbed
• 45his face. A bank of yellow fog instantly enveloped him,
• 46wouldn't evenknow they were Negroes. I couldn't wait for
• 47when I endured all of that pain, literallyburning my flesh
• 48off to thesidelines. The band was still blasting. I had
• 49December 1st. — We steered for the island of Lemuy. I
• 50　　My eyes watered, my nose was running. I couldn't