s corner says, 'Yes.' Dat corner says, 'No.' De little board slides
Yes or No, dependin' how de spirits answers whut yo' asks."

The cross-examination of Mr. Ouija and his talented aggregation of
spirits endured for an hour, during which time a number of interesting
facts concerning various members of the assemblage became public
property.

The Wildcat, returning from an enjoyed battle at the refreshment corner
of Cuspidora Lee's parlor, wedged his way into the group about the
ouija board and laid a heavy hand thereon. The memory of Cuspidora's
statement concerning her love affair with Honey Tone rankled within
him.

"Spirits," he said, "I axes yo' is I married?"

Ouija answered, "No."

"Is Honey Tone Boone married?"

The board became a battlefield. Presently the tight tendons of the
uplifter's hand showed grey against his skin, but without avail,
because the Wildcat's little finger lay tight against the perimeter of
the moving planchette. Impelled by the Wildcat's little finger the
implacable spirits hazed Weegee to the "Yes" corner of the board.

Honey Tone's defeated fingers relaxed. "Dat's de lyin'est board I eveh
see. How come yo' gits a lyin' weegee board, Mis' Lee?"

"Spirits neveh lies." The hostess defended her unseen assistants.

"Ain't no lyin' lef' to do afteh dese upliftehs gits th'oo," the
Wildcat commented.

A little later, apart from the other guests, the Wildcat asked
Cuspidora Lee a direct question. "O! Honey Tone been representin' he's
single?"

The Wildcat's brunette hostess hesitated. "Tol' me he neveh seed nobody
befo'," she admitted--"tol' me his love-eye neveh seed nobody 'ceptin'
me."

"All 'at boy's love-eye seed is de p'visions in yo' kitchen. Ah knows
him. Acts like de yelleh niggah whut he is--prancin' round uppity in
France--comes back heah callin' himself 'Colonel,' 'count he wore
oilcloth leggin's an' drunk coonyak whilst us boys wuz fightin' de
battle of Bo'deaux."

Cuspidora Lee listened with eager ears. "I runs him out now, the
flea-bit houn'," she finally announced.

"Ca'm yo'se'f. Don' git to brindlin'. Come out to de ball park tomorr'
at de parade an' you sees him leadin' us Culled Heroes."

Honey Tone Boone meanwhile had charmed a dozen of his male and female
auditors with Mister Ouija's spiritual assistance.

At eleven o'clock the coal oil lamps were again lighted and the guests
employed themselves in the pleasurable business of consuming such
refreshments as