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TIME: Present.

PLACE: Negro Street in Waycross, Ga.

PERSONS: Loungers, two children, guitar players, women, band -

SETTING: Porch and side walk, etc.

ACTION: Thru the open window of 'one' of the shacks a WOMAN is discovered ironing. A MAN is sitting on the floor of the porch asleep. She hums a bar or two, then comes to the window and calls to the man.

Good Black, why don't you git up from dere and carry dese white folks clothes home? You always want money but you wouldn't hit a lick at a snake!

Aw, shut up woman. I'm tired of hearin' bout dem white folks clothes. I don't keer if dey never git 'em.

You better keer! Dese very clothes took and brought out de crack. 'Cause de first time I saw you you was so hungry you was walkin' lap-legged. Man, you had de white-mouf, you was so hangry

(Enter another MAN leisurely. Good Black sees him and calls)

Hey, Cliffert, where you headed for?

Oh, no where in particular.

Come here then, fish, and lemme bend a checker game over yo' head. Come on, youse my fish.