Jackson Advocate

UP AND DOWN FARISH STREET
By PERCY GREENE

FARISH STREET SATURDAY NIGHT: There's just as good a fish still in the sea as was ever caught is an old and trite saying. But up and down the Ole Avenue the oldest and most logical sayings can be made to fit into the wiles and woes of the moment, and the logic of Farish Street, as I learned again, while sitting down to my fish and beer, while seeking some respite from things as they are, which are always a whale of a lot different from what they seem, for instance, I read in an editorial the other day where I, Percy Greene, the above signed, had grown 'rich' and fat while writing this column, and other things about Aunt Hagar's Chilluns. A fact which will be most violently disputed by some folks who I've had to persuade that I'd just made a deposit to kinda "protect" one of our checks (If you get what I mean). But coming back to the subject, it seems that Brother Mose had just experienced what Old Aunt Nancy Juice-pipe used to call "family troubles," and the friend to whose ears he was relaying his troubles was seeking to console the good Brother Mose by telling him, Man, what's you worrying about that one woman for. don't you know that there's gooda fish in the sea as is ever been caught. I sorta felt for Bro. Mose as I saw the look in his eye that follower his friend's remark. Then after indulging in what look like a moment of deep thought and meditation, Brother Mose said, Yea, I guess you is right, but you see that woman done got rida us furniture, and took all us money outa the postoffice, and went, while I was gone . .. What you say bout them just as gooda fish in the sea as is ever been caught is all right, but a man'ed be in a devil of a fix going out in the sea trying to ketch one of them good fish . . . when one fish done already run off with all of the bait . . . You don't hafta laff, you kin jest read it and weep.

SOMETHING THAT MADE ME LAFF: That story they're tellin' about a Fannin Road (East Jackson) Night Club Operator who likes to "blow-off" before the crowds (Initials J. L) who got up at collecticn time out at the NAACP meeting the other week and wrote a check for $200 . . . only to have it bounce, and what is making the folks laff is that he's now telling the NAACP that he pick-up the check as soon as his wife close another big oil deal.

CONGRATULATIONS TO WILLARD JOHNSON: His son, Willard, Jr., got his diploma as a doctor the other day up at Meharry Medical College, Nashville, Tenn., and goes to a hospital in Detroit to do his interneship. He plans to return to Mississippi to practice . . . where he is most needed.

THAT OLD BIRD that carries in his bill that little old family-cementing and heart-warming bundle left one the other day at the home of Mr. and Mrs. Bonnie Morris out on Holmes Street. Itsa girl, named Cheryl Denise and everybody is well and happy, and we hope for them many happy