We are the b-e-s-t best
    Of the r-e-s-t rest
    Come and watch us put Ol’ Howard
    On top of Lincoln’s chest.

    We’ll hit the l-i-n-e line
    For a hundred ninety-nine
    For we love Ol’ Howard, yes we love her
    All the t-i-m-e time.

(At the conclusion the teams takes the field.  The ball is put into play and LINCOLN kicks off to Howard.  As the ball is caught and when the player who is carrying the ball plunges, followed by his team, the Lincoln players fall on their knees and begin to sing I COULDN’T HEAR NOBODY PRAY.  The HOWARD team charges down shouting Joshua fit de battle of Jericho.  Whenever a player is tackled there is a duet of dancing.  Every step is a dance.  Finally the grandstand catches fire and the dancing and the shouting runs riot up there.  When the ball is on Lincoln’s ten-yard line, they hold Howard there by rounding up both teams into a huddle and the bunch-shout and sing to a QUICK CURTAIN.)

CURTAIN

LINCOLN’S PRAYER: 

    Ah, ah, they shall not ah pass us
    Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord
    They shall not pass us, Ah-h-h-h.

[Handwritten (Jul. 21, 1931)]

"WOOFING"

By

ZORA *[Handwritten (Neale)] HURSTON

"WOOFING"

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.

Woman 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!

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

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

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

Good Black
Hey, Cliffert, where you headed for?

Cliffert
Oh, no where in particular.

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

Cliffert
                             (Comes to the porch and sits)
Git de checkers and I’ll have you any, some or none.  I push a mean
chuck-a-luck myself.

Woman
                             (Voice inside quarreling)
Dress up and strut around!  Yes!  Play checkers?  Yes!  Eat?  Yes!  Work?  No!!