Word: grass
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...splendor to Canal Street, the Negroes are having their own carnival. Up squalid New Basin glides a barge, canopied in sacking, to the wharf at Rampart Street and Howard Avenue. Off the barge strides the King of the Zulus, right royal in black underwear, a hula skirt of sea grass, a tin crown. His sceptre is a broomstick, topped by a snow-white rooster. Preceding him is his Queen, behind are his capering dukes. The King mounts his throne-a decrepit easy chair on a mule-drawn wagon. Up darktown's Rampart Street whoop King and courtiers, laughing...
...never will King John ride in tin-crowned glory up the Street of the old Rampart Last week, at 47, John Metoyer died. At the Brown Bomber the mourning Zulus gathered, planned a proper funeral with five bands, pallbearers in Mardi Gras skirts of grass, and all the Zulu mourners carrying coconuts. The coconuts would be laid on John Metoyer's bier, that he might fight his way to joy with the heavenly Queen of the Amazon Islands. Mourners hoped that John Metoyer's boyhood friend and Zulu clubmember, famed Zulu Louis ("Satchelmouth") Armstrong, would come down from...
...funeral. "Poor John," he mourned, "he was a great guy." Poor John's relatives announced that they and not the Zulu Social Aid and Pleasure Club were running this funeral, reduced it to a respectable affair with only one band, pall bearers in tuxedos and white gloves, no grass skirts, no coconuts. Said John Metoyer's heir apparent to the Zulu presidency, Charles Fisher: "If it was me and I died right now, I'd have the biggest funeral in the history of New Orleans. I'd want exactly five bands and all that...
Pravda's masters of invective foamed at the mouth. In an editorial labeled "Buffoon in the Post of Premier," Premier Cajander, head of the Government of a "friendly" State, became a "clown, crowing rooster, squirming grass-snake, marionette; small beast of prey without sharp teeth and strength but having a cunning lust." The 60-year-old Premier, a schoolteacher's son, a forestry expert and middle-of-the-road Progressive in politics, was accused of "standing on his head, talking upside down, smearing crocodile tears over his dirty face." If Premier Cajander did not watch out, Pravda hinted...
...island's small oil docks and ammunition dumps were clapped under guard. Veterans of World War I were given guard detail until one fell asleep at his post (oil dock) while smoking a cigaret, which dropped and caused a big grass fire. Veterans also showed a regrettable tendency to detour their sentry beats to nearby bars: the orderly officer, making his rounds one evening, found the ammunition dump completely deserted and reproachfully wrote his name all over the walls before the sentries reappeared...