“NUTHIN’”
There had been a riot at the Ethiopian Boxing Club. Someone had turned on a police-alarm. Constables urived post-haste, but only two of the dusky members had remained. “What’s wrong here?’’ the constables demanded. “Nuthin’,” answered the nearest negro, glibly. “How did all this furniture get broken?” “There was a bit of a jollifiestion.” “What are all these grapes on the floor, for?” “Them ain’t grapes, boss, them's eyeballs.” “What s that fellow over there laughing about?” “He ain’t laughin', his throat’s cut." “How comes it you didn’t escape with the crowd?” ‘ I couldn't, my legs is broke.” ‘What started the trouble?” ‘Nuthin’.”
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Sun (Auckland), Volume I, Issue 146, 10 September 1927, Page 10
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104“NUTHIN’” Sun (Auckland), Volume I, Issue 146, 10 September 1927, Page 10
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