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The day book. (Chicago, Ill.) 1911-1917, December 04, 1912, Image 2

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Wlceep tnemln good Humor.
Johnson sent two negroes out
to get Roberts. They had been
ko4xng champagne and never
get farther than the nearest sa
Jon. Jeba5n sent two other nc
Jgrbes to find out what had hap
peoed to the first two.
Jt began to-ekmd tip and soon
Seas raismg. A long funeral pro
Cessna passed the house.
Johnson's mother, Mrs. Tina
JcTnawm, -who is superstitious,
jbcw JL sfeadtfered and turned
scway -fronwihe window.
At fast the second two negro.
messengers showed up m tri
umph. They had- failed to find
ihc Rev. Roberts, but had cap
jagsdrahadrer preacher.
Bewa&a queer, shambling old
Segno, TsSffc coriy white whiskers
hood, wfec seemed utterly
of hmiseW the Rev.
Betesrof-foe-Gfive Bap-
SMUcfcurch.
He sfcBed- into tire crowded
dtzm&ag room, where everyone
was Hashed wifh-chanipagne.
The Catbesen'giri was kissing
Jefeosoaaci Johnson paid no at
tention &zn. The old preacher
shuffled into a far corner of the
room. He fbeod a big basket of
frtrit l&eceaiter he spent his
time eating fruit when he-thought
no one was lodidtrg.
Suddenly Johnson remembered
the wedding. He called to the ne
gro orchestra in the next room to
Strike up a "lively tune.
The orchestra swept into "Oh.
ou Georgia Rose' and followed I
ft with "Rag Time Soldier Man."
They stood up tofcethftr 1ft ttie
center of the room the giant rte
gro and the little 19-year-old, 130
pound white girl.
The old preacher shuffled fur
tivelyout of his corner and mum
bled through the Carriage cere
mony. Johnson slipped th6 wed
ding ring on the girl's finger be
side the $2,500 engagement ring?
The ceremony was over. The
old preacher looked around in his
queer; frightened way.
"Let us pray," he said. x
There was a sudden, blinding ,
flash, a loud report. A newspaper1
photographer had set off a flash
light. The negroes jumped in alarm?
Johnson himself twirled around?
the whites of his eyes rolleo! up.
Then everybody laughed, and'
Johnson swepffils white bricieT
into his arms and hugged her unj
til the bouquet of white carna
tions for purity at her breast1
were crushed into shapelessness '
The negro guests raised a shout
of triumph. They rushed on. the
bride, clamoring for kisses.
And she kissed them all, every
last black one of them, anj&em
ed to enjoy it. l '
"Start up that ragtime; boys,"
Johnson yelled to the orchestra'
and it played Everybody s Doin
It."
The new Mjrs. Jack Johnson
drew off her weddine finer, out it
in its case atiof flung it on a '
lounge. Hours afterwards a re
porter found ifthere, and gave it
to Sig Hart
A few minutes later, Johnson
drew his bride aside, and took oft

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