sugar plantations.THE HYPNOTIC BUGLERTwo darkies in a negro regimentwere boasting about their companybuglers. “G’long wit you, boy,” saidone; “you ain’t got no boogiers. Weis got the boogler, and when 'at boywraps his lip around that horn andblows pay-call it sounds jes like thatum Boston simphony band playin'The Rosary.’ ”“Yeh, I he am you,” replied the other. “Talk up boy; talk up. Yo’ is wad-ia* deep into trouble.”“—An’ when he sounds ’at tapoo the angile Gabri’el hisself is lendin’ a ear.boy. A ear is what I says.”“Well, if yo’ like musik they is allright, but if yo’ Is yearnin’ fo’ food yo’ wants a boogler with an hypnotic note like we is got. Boy, when Ahhears ole Cpst^id-Stouth Jopes dis; ehaure his blast Ah looks at mv beansand Ah says, ‘Strawberrehs, behave yo’selves! Yo’ is crowdin’ the whip cream out o’ mah dish.”—AmericanLegion .Weekly.Rwpivps Twentv-fwn Cnnics of Same