A Darky's Prize Menu

Three negroes not long ago made a bet aruong theinselves that each could uarne a supper that would be better than the others could name. They put up $1 apiece, aud tbe one that riamed the dishes that would constitute the best supper fcliocld take the $3. They drew straws as to whioh pues shoiild be the first and the last to make up the menu for the imaginar)' meal. The first man said he couldn't think of anythii'g better than greens büiled with hog jowl. For side dishes he wouid take coru bread, souse, black eyed peas, and wash them down with buttermilk. The other two smacked their lips. "Well, for me," said No. 2, "I'd takefriedchicken, hot biscuits, buttered 'n spread over with preserves - 'u den, 'n den - let 's see - yes, 'n 'simmon beer 'u gingsr cakes." The mouths of the other two spilled water, and it was apparent that they were hungry. It cauie No. 3's time. "Wy, youse niggers don't know what's good," said he. "Teil me, fools, ■what's better'u possuin baked wid sweet 'tatehs scattered all roun it, swimmiu in de gravy? Hey? 'N den atter youse done nibloled at de bones teil they ain't 110 more meafc on 'em dere set de water millyou starin you in de face lik'. Hey?" And with that he started to piek up the nioney. "You leave dat money aloue,"the other two yelled in chorus. "Wewarn't