Will Hogg of Texas says that down in Houston one Monday morning a Negro boy in his employ came to him with a request.
Boss, said the darky, "I'd lak to git off nex' Friday fur the day."
What for? inquired Hogg.
Got to go to a fun'el.
Whose funeral is it?
My uncle's.
When did your uncle die?
Lawd, boss, he ain't daid yit!
Then how do you know his funeral is going to take place on Friday?
'Case dey's gwine hang him Thursday!