The Lure of Beauty – Strength Magazine – April, 1926

Taking my pen in hand and looking back through memory’s haze, I am reminded of the story about a darky, Rastus by name, who is a trifle blacker than the ace of spades. On his return home from the battle- fields of France, he met his long lost sweetheart for the first time, and when she beheld him limping painfully, she curiously inquired about the injury to his leg.

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