BERRY STORY BOARD
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- When the boy arrived on the four o’clock train, lo and behold, he turned out to be coloured! Mrs Osborn saw him the minute he got out of the station wagon, but certainly there was nothing to be done about it that night – with no trains back to the city before morning – so she set him to washing dishes. Her wire to the employment office in Jersey City brought results – but dark ones. The card said his name was Milberry Jones.
- ‘I hear you’ve asked to see me?’ ‘Yes, indeed, Dr Renfield,’ Mrs Osborn bubbled and gurgled. ‘We have a problem on our hands. You know the kitchen man left this morning so I sent a wire to the High Class Help Agency in the city for somebody right away by the four o’clock train – and they sent us a Negro! He seems to be a nice boy, and all that, but I just don’t know how he would fit in our Home. Now what do you think?’ The Doctor looked at her with great seriousness. He thought. Then he answered with a question,‘Do the other servants mind?’ ‘Well, I can’t say they do. They got along all right tonight during dinner. But the problem is, where would he sleep?’ ‘Oh, yes,’ said Dr Renfield, pursing his lips.
- Milberry was a black, big, good natured and strong like what Paul Robeson must have been at twenty. Except that he wasn't educated. He was from Georgia, where they don't have many schools for Negroes. And he hadn't been North long. He was glad to have a job, even if it was at a home for crippled children .
- He go up a 5:30 in the mornings, made the fire for the cook, set the water to boiling for the head nurse's coffee, starred peeling potatoes, onions, and apples. After breakfast he washed up all the dishes, scoured the pots and pans, scrubbed the floors, and carried in wood for the fireplace in the front room (which really wasn't his job at all, but the handy-man's who had put it off on Milberry). The waitresses, too, got in the habit of asking him to polish their silver, and ice their water. and Mrs Osborn always had something extra needed to be done (not kitchen-boy work), a cellar to be cleared out, or the linen in her closet reshelved, or the dining-room windows washed. Milberry knew they took him for a work horse, a fool - and a nigger.
- He had walked down to the beach where those youngsters who could drag themselves about were playing, and others were sitting in their wheel chairs watching. The children loved it, riding on his broad back, or riding in his arms in the soft gentle rain.
- "You careless black rascal!" The doctor kept saying. "Criminal careless! Criminal carelessness!" Mrs Osborn kept agreeing with him. "Yes, it is ! Indeed, it is!" Milberry was to blame. "Get rid of him" Dr Reinfild said to the housekeeper. "today. The fool nigger! And deduct ten dollars for the broken chair." So, without his last his last week's wages, Milberry went to Jersey City.
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