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Waco 49
down the gangplank, out over the orchestra, to give one of his songs a final ragging, Buddie pulled back against his seat, in terror, [[strikethrough]] and caught the hang nail of a nail chewed off in his nervousness throughout the performance [[/strikethrough]]. "I don't like that black man", he yelled, half hurt, half frightened. Al Jolson, and the orchestra, stopped in the middle of their crescendo. With a swishing sound, every face on the mezzanine turned toward us. Al Jolson called,

"What's the matter honey? You come down to the lobby after the theatre and I'll give you a box of candy. Mother, you be sure to bring him down, I'll be looking for you." Was my face red! I was only twenty-three and I wished with all the anguish of an adolescent, that the floor would open up and swallow us. The pretty girl usher asked me my name, and said for me to be sure to meet AlJolson, that he really meant it. I could just visualize mobs of people looking at us, again, and Buddie said, he didn't want to getnear the black man, so we skidoodled out ahead of the crowd, leaving the candy and Al Jolson behind us.

We were putting away money, and hoped that our savings and possible distributorship would allow time and money for building Wacos. Large ice cream companies started making the same kind of confection, or "a reasonable facsimile of the same", and selling it for five cents. The smaller confectioner took heart and did the same. The Eskimo Pie people were determined to keep their product at ten cents and did not sue any of the infringers, until the infringers had a good edge on them. There was talk of the Eskimo Pie ceasing production, which was by means of leasing to the ice cream dealers the recipe and machines for dipping it. Finally, they closed up business. Clayt and George decided to get in touch with Sam and perhaps build a few big Wacos, on what we had. Buddie and I went to Rochester, N.Y. to visit Glenn Payzers