(Lonnie is sitting off to himself and picking “Rabbit on de Log” softly.  A small BOY dashes on with a lolly pop in his hand.  He is licking it and laughing.  He is pursued by a little GIRL yelling “you gimme my all day sucker!  Johnny!  You gimme my candy, now!” They run all over the stage.  The men take notice of them and one of them seizes the boy and restores the candy to the girl.  She pokes out her tongue at the boy and says “goody, goody, goody, goody, goody!” She notes the guitar playing and begins to dance.  The boy makes faces back at her and dances back at her.  The music gets louder, dancing faster, check board gets upset.  General laughter at that.  When dance is over, boy snatches the lolly pop again and races away and the girl runs behind him yelling “Johnny!  You gimme my candy!  Johnny!” The music stops and the crap game gets under way.  Furious side bets for 5 and 10 cents each.  Loud calls on Miss “Daisy Dice”, snake eyes, “Ada from Decatur”.  Somebody suggests a soft roll, others object on the ground that it’s too easy for the experts to cheat)

Good Black
Gimme de dice!  I’m gointer play ’em like John Henry.

Lonnie
John Henry didn’t bother wid de bones.  He used to play Georgy Skin.

Good Black He shot crap too.  He played everythin’ and everythin’ he played, he played it good.  Just like he uster drive steel.  If I could whip steel like John Henry, I wouldn’t stay here and nowhere else.

Cliff
Whut would yo’ do?

Good Black
I’d go somewhere and keep books for somebody.

Lonnie
I know how to play John Henry.

Good Black
Well, turn it on and let de bad luck happen. 
                             (As Lonnie plays thru a verse warming
                             up, all the men get interested and
                             start to hum.  Cliffert shouts out)

Cliff
Lawd, Lawd, what evil have I done)
                             (They sing John Henry.  At the close,
                             the woman who came to borrow snuff
                             emerges from the house still talking
                             back at the woman inside)

Woman
He ain’t no trouble.  I tole him, I says, “yo’ must think youse de man
dat made side meat taste lak ham.”  See yo’ later. 
                             (She exits hurriedly.  The crap game
                             goes on until a band is heard
                             approaching)

Lonnie
Who dead?

Cliff
Nobody.  Don’t you know de Imperial Elks is goin’ to New York to de Elks
Grand Lodge?  Yeah, bo, and they’s takin’ they band.  Dat’s supposed to be
de finest band in de United States. 
                             (The band approaches followed by a
                             great crow.  The crap game is instantly
                             deserted and all follow the band)