We Wear The Mask That Grins And

It's All A Farce, - These Tales They Tell About The Breezes Sighing, And Moans Astir O'er Field And Dell, Because The Year Is Dying.

A Crust Of Bread And A Corner To Sleep In. A Minute To Smile And An Hour To Weep In. A Pint Of Joy To A Peck Of Trouble, And Never A Laugh But The Moans Come Double. And That Is Life. A Crust And A Corner That Makes Love Precious, With A Smile To Warm And Tears To Refresh Us, And Joy Seems Sweeter When Cares Come After, And A Moan Is The Finest Of Foils For Laughter. And That Is Life.

We Wear The Mask That Grins And Lies.

Taking It All In All And After All, Negro Life In Washington Is A Promise Rather Than A Fulfillment. But It Is Worthy Of Note For The Really Excellent Things Which Are Promised

People Are Taking It For Granted That [the Negro] Ought Not To Work With His Head. And It Is So Easy For These People Among Whom We Are Living To Believe This; It Flatters And Satisfies Their Self-complacency.