I still remember the opening sentence of the first novel length children's book, I read. It was "The Bobbsey Twins At The Seashore," by Laura Lee Hope, and it went like this--"Shut mah mouf', we sho' do keep movin', cried Dinah, as she climbed onto the big depot wagon." Now, I don't know if the Bobbsey Twins were from the South, or what; as far as I was concerned, they only lived between the pages of the books whenever I deigned to read them. And what was this strange language? I had just barely mastered the English language at this point; I had no idea that Dinah was a Negro maid, or that this was Negro dialect. But it was.
It pales beside Universal's 1941 cartoon, "Scrub Me Mama, With A Boggie Beat!"
I am telling you, compared to this, "Song Of The South" was forward thinking. Hell, so was "The Birth Of A Nation!" It at least introduced modern film techniques.
Is this film show at Klan induction centers? You have to wonder!!!!!!!!!
But, girls, I just love it! Like "Litttle Black Sambo," there is something charming and innocent about it. And wait till you see the Foxy Singer, who is a stand in for Dorothy Dandrdge's sister, Vivian. That is one Foxy Mama, darlings!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
They just don't make them like this, anymore!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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