These questions are so arranged as to ferret out the most secret
points of a man's nature without his ever noticing what the idea is
until it is all done, and his "character" gone for ever. A number of
these sheets are bound together and called a Mental Photograph Album.
Nothing could induce me to fill those blanks but the asseveration of my
pastor, that it will benefit my race by enabling young people to see
what I am, and giving them an opportunity to become like somebody else.
This overcomes my scruples. I have but little character, but what I have
I am willing to part with for the public good. I do not boast of this
character, further than that I built it up by myself, at odd hours,
during the last thirty years, and without other educational aid than I
was able to pick up in the ordinary schools and colleges. I have filled
the blanks as follows:
What is your favourite...
Colour?--Anything but dun.
Tree?--Any that bears forbidden fruit.
Hour in the Day?--The leisure hour.
Perfume?--Cent, per cent.
Style of Beauty?--The Subscriber's.
Names, Male and Female?--_M'aimez_ (Maimie) for a female, and Tacus and
Marius for males.
Painters?--Sign-painters.
Poet?--Robert Browning, when he has a lucid interval.
Poetess?--Timothy Titcomb.
Prose Author?--Noah Webster, LL.
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