<TITLE>17. Par 45-47</TITLE>L-45 And she started across the--the floor and she had that old radio on, and this here Clayton Matt Mitchell, or ever what, some kind of one of these here Georgia tom cats, wild cats, or something like that... She had some kind of a--a just sawing this old fiddle, you know, going, playing that little song about five foot two and covered over with furs and all like...?... and all that kind of nonsense. And he was going on playing like that. And she started across the floor, and that poor thing was so possessed with that kind of a spirit, she went, "Tootlely, tootlely, tootlely." all right over the floor. Now, I'm not saying that for a joke; I--I'm telling just what's the truth. And she went around hollering, "Tootlely, tootlely, tootlely, tootlely." And she forgot I was standing at the door. And then when this dance man, you know, that had the fiddle, he said, "Now, all of you come out to the old Greenbrier Ridge tonight, we're going to be out there and we're going to do the rock and roll," or whatever it was. She got down, throwed him a kiss, said, "Bye-bye, old sweetheart," said, "I'll be right there."
I just stood and waited, and I thought, "Poor kid." See? It's a shame, pretty little girl. I waited a little bit, she said, "Oh, excuse me," she said, come with the money, you know, she said, "I just love to 'donce' so well," putting on the dog. Now, you know, it ain't 'donce.' So she said d-a-n-c-e, it don't spell 'donce.' So she said, "I just love to donce so well." She said, "You know what?" She said, "I just lose..."
I said, "I noticed it." And so I just...?... I said, "Thank you very much," and went on out.

L-46 And it hadn't been but a little while when I got some more orders and come up. And I had a place up there where somebody went up and pushed the wires on a meter and just running it without that, and somebody in there ironing. Why if they'd cut a wire across and twenty-three hundred come through there, it'd kill a woman dead with an iron in her hand. So I had to go up and cut them nips off so they couldn't put it in straight like that. So I just cutting it off like that, come down, and Doctor Brown was coming down the street. He said, "Hello, Billy."
And I said, "Hello there, Doctor Brown." My, he's a mighty fine man, Methodist preacher.
And he said, "How you doing this morning?"
I said, "Fine, fine."
He said, "You Baptists are really having a time up there, aren't you?"
I said, "Oh, yes, sir. We just having..."
He said, "How you get that there crowd you have up there every Sunday night, Billy?"
I said, "I give them pills."
He said, "What kind of pills?"
I said, "Gos-pills." See?...?... 
And so, "Oh," he said, "you haven't lost any of your southern idea."
I said, "Nope, nope, that's right."

L-47 He said, "You know what, Billy?" He said, "The other day... I've got five hundred members to that church down there," and he said, "I sent out five hundred cards to get those people to pledge that they would come six months out of the year to Sunday school. Within the year they'd register six times in--in--they'd register six months in the year, they'd come." And said, "You know how many answered?"
I said, "Don't have any idea, Brother Brown." Now, he was a nice man, yes, sir, I believe a real true man. And I said... I don't believe he had the Holy Ghost, no, sir, I don't. But I mean: I believe what he--what he preached he believed and he was true far as he went. Like the colored man eating watermelon, he said--eat a slice of it, and said, "What about that, Mose?"
He said, "That was good, but they's some more of it." And that's just about the way it is. You see? So that was what was all right far as he went, but he didn't go too far.
So then I said, "How many answered, Brother Brown?"
He said, "Two answered last Sunday." He said, "What do you think about that?"
I said, "Well, that's pretty bad, Brother Brown."


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