We Wear The Mask That Grins And

Oh, How With More Than Dreams The Soul Is Torn, Ere Sleep Comes Down To Soothe The Weary Eyes.

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.

..we Wear The Mask That Grins And Lies, It Hides Our Cheeks And Shades Our Eyes- This Debt We Pay To Human Guile; With Torn And Bleeding Hearts We Smile.

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

Money Is A Great Dignifier.