Jelly Roll Morton, Inventor Of Jazz, Online Book by Alan Lomax

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Really Tremendous Sports
fifteen, eighteen dollar trousers of his from losing their press.
You should have seen one of those sports move down the street, his shirt busted open so that you could discern his red flannel undershirt, walking along with a very mosey walk they had adopted from the river, called shooting the agate. When you shoot the agate, your hands is at your sides with your index fingers stuck out and you kind of struts with it. That was considered a big thing with some of the illiterate women—if you could shoot a good agate and had a nice highclass red un­dershirt with the collar turned up, I'm telling you were liable to get next to that broad. She liked that very much.
Those days, myself, I thought I would die unless i had a hat with the emblem Stetson in it and some Edwin Clapp shoes. But Nert and Nonny and many of them wouldn't wear ready-made shoes. They wore what they called the St. Louis Flats and the Chicago Flats, made with cork soles and without heels and with gambler designs on the toes. Later on, some of them made arrangements to have some kind of electric-light bulbs in the toes of their shoes with a battery in their pockets, so when they would get around some jane that was kind of simple and thought they could make her, as they call making urn, why they'd press a button in their pocket and light up the little-bitty bulb in the toe of their shoes and that jane was claimed. It's really the fact.
Now these boys used to all have a sweet mama—I guess I will have to tell it as it is—they was what I would call, maybe a fifth-class whore. They got something when they could and when they couldn't, they worked in white people's yards. These were colored girls I'm talking about, but it applied to the white girls, too, of the poorer class. They all practically lived out in the same section together, because there was no such thing as segregation at all in that section—in fact nowhere in New Orleans at that time.
Well, eveiy night these sports I'm talking about would even go as far as to meet their sweet mamas—sometimes they would brave it and walk to St. Charles Avenue where their sweet