Life — January 7, 1904 — page 7: what you’re looking at

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AWD bless yo’ soul, honey! All dis talk I L beah do suttinly remin’ me ob de story my ny use ter tell me’bout Mr. Noah. Mr. im home one day, an’ ses he to hes an’ one or two ob hes mos’ tickler ‘s, ses he: ‘It look mighty like we ine get a ahful spell ob rain,’ ses Shaw, now!’ ses one o’ his fren’s. always talkin’ like yo’ te fren’ ob Gawdamighty,’ ses he. he doan sa nuthin’—he bu gha'p'nin’ hes axe. ‘Wha’ yo’ doin’?’ ses hes gwine build a ark,’ ses Mr. Noah. Aa ses hes fren’. ‘Gawd bless yo’, chile, yo’ can’ float no arks roun’ heah’, ws he. Mr. Noah he doan say nuthin’—he vasy filin’ hes saw. So hes fren’ he go long home an’ he stop at de sto’ an’ tell de boys Mr. Noah an’ hes ark. y de boys cum down to Mr. Noah’s an’, sho’ ‘nough, dere was ole man hes boys layin’ down de ark. An’ s dey sot down on de fence an’ be- joshin’ de ole man. But Mr. Noah he sawin’ gofahwood an’ he doan say Well, suh, ebry day dose folks youn’ an’ purten’ dey was habin’ de ob dere lives. ‘Good mawnin’, Mr. dey ses, ‘hab yo’ heard from yo’ Gawd dis mawnin'?’ dey ses. An’ Queer kin’ ob crew yo" got,’ dey ses. ‘How yo’ son Ham to be so dark-complect- But Mr. Noah he doan say riggin’ de steerin’ fixin’s saab ‘ Gwan!’ ses he, ‘Yo" fren’. ‘T el?” dey. ses. suthin’—he bu ob de k. “Well, honey, just about when dey was puttin’ on de las’ licks, sho’ ‘nough, it begin torain. An’ it suttinly did rain onusually tad dat summah. An’ dose folks what was feelin” so funny early in de le spring began to egan to HL here 1S ost powerful car o it, either in power or a s than $2 At has fy two, powerful ich tires, 84 2eylinder opposed € roads, male fa six ditferent tr 00, Shall we mail you ch style and showlng why you THOMAS 6. JITERY & CO., KENOSHA, Coieago, WILCOX & WHITE CO., Meriden, Conn., Please send m cont book let de Angelus and it lever. without rit the pew phraving Address, you ever sit and look longingly at your piano, wishing that one of your friends would come in and play for you, or better, that you could play it your- self? If we should send in to you at one of those moments an ANGELUS, move it up to your piano, give you your choice of all your favorite music, and tell you to play to your heart's content, do you suppose we could ever take that ANGELUS away from you? Never! Many and many a delighted owner has written that no amount of money could buy his ANGELUS if it could not be replaced. This is not an exaggerated way of speaking either, itis simply a tribute to the marvelous sym- pathy and musical expression of the instrument Perhaps you know in a gencral way that the ANGE! keys of a piano more correctly than your own could—that by pressing little levers you can control the loud or soft pedals, play rapidly or slowly, bring out the melody and subdue the accompaniment,—but do you know what you can do with the new ANGELUS phrasing lever? This latest is the most important invention ever perfected for a piano-playing instrument, and is only to be found on the ANGELUS. It is the crowning feature of this wonderful instrument, which places in your power the ability to reproduce every touch, grace and art known to piano-playing technique, us felt-covered fingers strike the Cut out and mail to-day, attached coupon, sim- ply filling in your name and address, and we will send you our new illustrated booklet, describing this last wonderful invention. Agents in all the principal cities THE WILCOX & WHITE COMPANY ESTABLISHED 1876 "Sole Makers MERIDEN, CONN., U.S. A. hedge a bit. ‘Good mawnin’, Mr. Noah’, dey ses; ‘dat’s a nice ark yo’ got,’ d But Mr, Noah he powahful busy sproddin’ pitch on de ark an’ he doan say nuthin’. An’ it rain an’ rain, an’ de watah riz an’ riz, an’ pretty soon de ark was floatin’ an’ a tug: at de ropes ob de ankah, an’ dose was all standin’ on a little piece ob groun’ an’ shoutin’, ‘Hey, Mr. Noah! you chawge fo’ yo’ ‘commodauions?’ high Wha’ dey ses. But Mr. Noah he doan say nuthin’ —he busy lookin’ up Arirat on de map. “Now, maybe yo’ think dat dey was all no-count felks dat was left out ob de ark. No, suh ree! Some ob ‘em was jus’ niggahs, an’ some ob ‘em was po’ white trash, an’ some ob ‘em was quality. But dere was nary one ob ‘em had de sense to see dat it war gwine to rain.” J. B. Kerfoot, in “Camera Work.” comicbooks.com