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Daily Telegraph (Napier), Issue 3093, 27 May 1881, Page 2

Mr Florence relates that the elder Booth, while playing Hatnlefc in Virginia town, found himself without the important skull,, A little darkey Toluntered to get one. When Booth was leaving the theatre he felt someone tugging at his coat tail. He looked around and saw the little nigger. ' What will you have sonny ?' ' Please, sah, I want daddy's skull, sah.' • Daddy's skull ?' ' Yes, sah. Dat used ter be de ole man's headpiece afore de mewel kicked him, an manny lick me to rags ef I lose it.' A little old colored man went to see a superintendent of police regarding a disturbance which had taken place around his house the night before. He described the noises as consisting of shouts and groans, and yelps nnd yells, and the superintendent observed —' I presume it was a congregation of cats. Get five or six cats together on one of these cold nights, and they will almost raise the dead' 'Cats, cats!' repeated the old man, ' doan' you 'spose I know cats when I hears 'em ? Cats! Do cats frow frozen cabbages agin my front doah ? Do cats call on me to come out an' get my ole head knocked off ? Do cats call my ole woman the wust liar and gossip in de Stait of Michigan?' ' I presume not.' 'An' I presume not, too! I'm fond o' cats, and I'll bet on how smart dey am, but when it comes down to a cat heavin' a frozen tater frew my kitchin' winder, and callin' out dat I'm fourteen years behind on my pew rent, it's carryin' de feline bizaess a lettle too fur!'