#Americans #Blacks
Fine living . . . a la carte? Come to the Waldorf—Astoria! LISTEN HUNGRY ONES! Look! See what Vanity Fair says… new Waldorf—Astoria:
I went down to the river, I set down on the bank. I tried to think but couldn’t, So I jumped in and sank. I came up once and hollered!
Love Is a ripe plum Growing on a purple tree. Taste it once And the spell of its enchantment
You and your whole race. Look down upon the town in which y… And be ashamed. Look down upon white folks And upon yourselves
Big Boy came Carrying a mermaid On his shoulders And the mermaid Had her tail
When the old junk man Death Comes to gather up our bodies And toss them into the sack of obl… I wonder if he will find The corpse of a white multi—millio…
Oh, silver tree! Oh, shining rivers of the soul! In a Harlem cabaret Six long—headed jazzers play. A dancing girl whose eyes are bold
When Susanna Jones wears red her face is like an ancient cameo Turned brown by the ages. Come with a blast of trumphets, J… When Susanna Jones wears red
Droning a drowsy syncopated tune, Rocking back and forth to a mellow… I heard a Negro play. Down on Lenox Avenue the other ni… By the pale dull pallor of an old…
Have you dug the spill Of Sugar Hill? Cast your gims On this sepia thrill: Brown sugar lassie,
I, too, sing America. I am the darker brother. They send me to eat in the kitchen When company comes, But I laugh,
To fling my arms wide In some place of the sun, To whirl and to dance Till the white day is done. Then rest at cool evening
I sat there singing her Songs in the dark. She said; 'I do not understand The words’.
'Me an’ ma baby’s Got two mo’ ways, Two mo’ ways to do de Charleston!… Da, da, Da, da, da!
My old mule, He’s gota grin on his face. He’s been a mule so long He’s forgotten about his race. I’m like that old mule —
