On a tidy farm near Chickamauga, Ga., the Negro Masonic lodge held its meeting in the open air. After a picnic supper, with heaps of fried chicken and hot biscuits, everybody filed into a little church in a grove. The ladies put on a fine program of songs and recitations. Then Brother Haslerig, the chairman, called on his house guest, Brother James R. Crawford, to offer a few remarks "preferably regarding the status of our people back in Pittsburgh." But it was getting late, so the visitor from Pittsburgh just stood and took a bow.
Brother Crawford was glad he didn't have...
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