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Gingertown 4: ‘When I think about you I want to jig-a-jig, / For I got the feeling, honey, that feeling for you’. [Ibid.] 5: When the girl sang: ‘When I think about you I want to jig-a-jig,’ she worked her hips in a wanton-sweet way that started everybody giggling and wiggling. Gingertown 9: I want you [...] fohget that no-’count nigger. Gingertown 35: They had met at a big chamber-maids’ and bell-hops’ ball in Harlem. Gingertown 112: The few who were welcomed were known in the Belt as ‘Big Money’ Negroes. Gingertown 63: There is no greater insult among Aframericans than calling a black person black. [...] which is considered a term of reproach in the mouths of colored people quite as contemptuous as ‘nigger’ in the mouths of whites. Gingertown 1: The young joy-lovers of the Belt hurried past. Gingertown 12: Although they were all chocolate-to-the bone, they would choose the yaller girls. Gingertown 36: To encourage and promote intrigues is the prime business of the keep of a buffet flat. Successful intrigues bring good business and new customers. Gingertown 11: I wantcha to fohgit him and that no-class gang. Gingertown 230: Cockish liquor sweet boy, O chop the sugar-cane. / Drink it down, drink it down. Gingertown 10: I make as much working ’longshore as any dikty nigger in Harlem. Gingertown 42: Gad! I guess you’re going to dog it some tonight, brother! Gingertown 148: Honey-baby, brown-gal, black-boy, hot-dog blues. Gingertown 3: The fat little ebony drummer was the comic man of the show. Gingertown 53: Whar’s dat fruit-eating sonova granny’s? Gingertown 39: Izh’t dat fruit-eater from Cuba you’re after? Gingertown 223: The grogshop-keeper demonstrated his appreciation of Sue by setting up a round of drinks for all the people in the shop. Gingertown 8: Ain’t nothing good about that hog-mouth nigger. Gingertown 147: ‘I’m in charge of this diner,’ he said in a nervous, imey-wimey voice. Gingertown 30: I done spoils mah looks and mah life. Jesus Cross! All mah life I got to carry this cross of color. Gingertown 248: They call her Nigger Lover because Negroes are her fetish. Gingertown 130: I get a feeling that you really like that great big plug-ugly. Gingertown 118: ‘Thanks,’ answered Dinah, ‘but I don’t like prunes.’ She clapped her hand to her mouth [...] and she added, red and embarrassed: ‘I don’t mean you, Nation. Hope you don’t mind it.’ But he was terribly offended. He explained that he had really meant that he would find Dinah a friend among his white associates. Gingertown 228: ‘Why no get you one stucky?’ he was asked. Gingertown 15: ‘Oh, shucks and sugar!’ he said. Gingertown 14: I ain’t a talky-talky person like these here slick Harlem niggers. Gingertown 121: ‘George,’ said Nation, ‘ I am worried a tall lot about some’n.’. Gingertown 64: Ain’t nobody wanting their bad points thrown up to them as nasty as that. Gingertown 11: I was a tiny tit when I started in on the stage with mah big sister.