The proprietress of an Oakland undie shop says that a coloured lady of rather ample proportions entered her store and asked for some black underwear. The storekeeper told her that, at the moment, she had none of that sombre hue in stock but could supply her in almost any other shade or colour.
"It's black or nothin, young lady," answered the customer, "it's jest gotra be black, dat's all. You see, mah man jess took dat trip "cross de ole river Jordan and when Ah mourns—why, Ah mourns all eyah!"
Text read from the printed page and cleaned; old type leaves the occasional error.