Some of them would go through the old Northern liberal routine: look at me, I’ll sit with anybody. Either that or they would say: “Hey fella, how about ‘Night Train’?” Yes, bwana. Yazzuh, boss. Dis darkey, ol’ Uncle McClintic, he play you de finest “Night Train” you evah did hear. An’ aftah de set he gwine take dis ol’ alto an’ shove it up yo’ white Ivy League ass.
