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[[image]] [[image]] (ABOVE) KING GEORGE OF ENGLAND REVIEWING THE CHIEFS OF THE SOUTH AFRICAN LABOR CORPS IN FRANCE. (SEE PAGE 145) (BELOW) BLACK TROOPS OF KINGSTON, JAMAICA 132 'TAINT NO NEED 'O WOMEN WORRIN' 133 the Ecumenical Conference in London that same year, and has since preached and lectured. A MEAT INSPECTOR FRANCIS WALTON WAND was born at Owego, N.Y., twenty-four years ago. He is a recent graduate of Ohio State University, and has just been appointed by the United States government as meat inspector in Chicago stock yards at a salary of fourteen hundred dollars a year. A PHYSICIAN CHARLES CATLETT JOHNSON was born in Orange, Va., in 1860 but he grew up in Washington, D.C. He was graduated from Howard University in 1885, and received his degree in medicine in 1888. For twenty years he practised medicine in Columbia, S.C., and since then has practised in Aiken and operated a drug store. He is well known among the Masons and in fraternal orders, and is a leader of the colored people in this state. A SCULPTOR META VAUX WARRRICK FULLER was born and trained in Philadelphia. She won five free scholarships in succession at the School of Industrial Art, and then studied sculpture in Paris for three years, her last instructor being the great Rodin. Her work has been exhibited at the Paris salon and at The Academy of Fine Arts in Philadelphia. One of her little dancing figures has just been presented by Loie Fuller to the Cleveland Art Museum. Mrs. Fuller, who is the wife of Dr. Solomon Fuller, a well known alienist, is carring on her work in Framingham, Mass. 'TAINT NO NEED O' WOMEN WORRIN' By WAVERLY T. CARMICHAEL 'TAINT no need o' women worrin' bout dese sorry men. Dey jest like a paper bag w'en it's full o' win'. Dey will call us sugar pie an' will treat us nice Till dey git us hom' wid dem fur to be dere wife. Things will go 'long very well fur a week or two Den you'll see 'em settin' 'round frownin' atter you; 'Tain't no need o' women worrin' bout dese sorry men, Dey jest like a paper bag w'en it's full o' win'. See dem walkin' 'long wid you, holdin' to yo' arm- Son' you mind 'em dat's a stunt, dey are full o' harm. Dey kin tell de biggis' lies most you ever seen, An' kin pet an' honey you like you was a queen. One caught up wid me las' night, struttin' wid a cane, Rais'd 'is hat an' gin a bow, "How'd do Mis' Lizer Jane?" I didn't axe him how he done, which wus a hint to him Dat I prefer'd a paper bag w'en it's full o' win'. You better keep yo' eyes on dem, dey'll fool you if dey kin', Den go eroun' an' make dere brag to all de other men; Dey'll come eroun' an' talk sweet talk an' dey won' let you res' But let 'em git you fur a wife, dey'll beat you outer bref'; W'en you see dey ain't no good, jest let 'em pas' on by, Cause sho' as you fool 'long wid dem,-dem fools'll make you cry! 'Tain't no use o' women worrin' 'bout dese sorry men, Dey jest like a paper bag w'en it's full o' win'. If I ever marry one, he sho' is got to work, I'll not work myself to death w'ile he set an' shirk; Many women are today sleepin' in dere grave 'Cause dey work demself's to death like dey all was slaves. But w'at you think of Jacob Quinn,- he is mighty nice, An' you kno' I's promis' him I would be his wife; Let me stop my crazy talk, I kno' I love de men If dey are like a paper bag w'en it's full o' win'.
