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Chapters (76)
  1. Title Page
  2. Copyright Notice
  3. Dedication
  4. Foreword: Who Is Simple?
  5. Feet Live Their Own Life
  6. Landladies
  7. Simple Prays A Prayer
  8. Conversation on the Corner
  9. Simple on Indian Blood
  10. A Toast to Harlem
  11. Simple and His Sins
  12. Temptation
  13. Wooing the Muse
  14. Vacation
  15. Letting off Steam
  16. Jealousy
  17. Banquet in Honor
  18. A Veteran Falls
  19. High Bed
  20. Final Fear
  21. There Ought to be a Law
  22. Income Tax
  23. No Alternative
  24. Springtime
  25. Last Whipping
  26. Seeing Double
  27. Simple on Military Integration
  28. Blue Evening
  29. A Letter from Baltimore
  30. Seven Rings
  31. What Can a Man Say?
  32. Empty Room
  33. Picture for Her Dresser
  34. Cocktail Sip
  35. Apple Strudel
  36. Bop
  37. Formals and Funerals
  38. Fancy Free
  39. Midsummer Madness
  40. Morals Is Her Middle Name
  41. They Come and They Go
  42. A Million—and One
  43. Two Loving Arms
  44. All in the Family
  45. Kick for Punt
  46. Subway to Jamaica
  47. No Tea for the Fever
  48. Boys, Birds, and Bees
  49. On the Warpath
  50. A Hearty Amen
  51. Must Have a Seal
  52. Shadow of the Blues
  53. Once in a Wife-time
  54. Present for Joyce
  55. Christmas Song
  56. Tied in a Bow
  57. Sometimes I Wonder
  58. Four Rings
  59. Simply Love
  60. Bang-up Big End
  61. Duty Is Not Snooty
  62. Bones, Bombs, Chicken Necks
  63. A Dog Named Trilby
  64. Enter Cousin Minnie
  65. Radioactive Red Caps
  66. Two Sides Not Enough
  67. Puerto Ricans
  68. Minnie Again
  69. Vicious Circle
  70. Again Cousin Minnie
  71. Name in Print
  72. Minnie One More Time
  73. An Auto-Obituary
  74. Jazz, Jive, and Jam
  75. About the Author
  76. Newsletter Sign-up

“Do you think I will tell F. D. to go home? I would not!” said Simple. “I remember when I first come to Harlem, nobody had better not tell me to return back home. I do not know if I looked like that kid or not. But I can see F. D. now setting there last night on that chair with one million dreams in his eyes and a million more in his heart. Could I tell him to go home?”

“What kind of kid is F. D.?”

“About the darkest young boy I ever seen. And he has the whitest teeth which, when he smiles, lights up the room. He also looks like he has always just taken a bath, he is so clean. Fact is, I would say F. D. is a handsome black boy, but my judgment might be wrong. I want you and Joyce to meet him. He’s a husky young cat, done picked so much tobacco he’s built like a boxer. Also plays basketball, says his high-school team were the county champeens last spring. He’s graduated and got a diploma, too. I know he’s smart because the first thing he asked me for this morning when that alarm clock went off, was, ‘Cousin Jess, you got any books I can read while you’re at work?’

“You know, I couldn’t find nothing but a comic book. But I borrowed a dollar from my landlady and told him, ‘Go out and look at Harlem today—till I find my books. There ain’t but about a million Negroes in Harlem. You will make One Million and One. Get acquainted with your brothers.’

“You mean you turned him loose on the town unaccompanied, just like that, and he’s never been here before?”

“Could I stay off from work just to go sightseeing with F. D.?”

“I suppose not, but—”

“And do I know anybody else rich enough to be off from work in the daytime? I do not. That young boy did not want to be cooped up in that hot room in the warm summertime with nobody there. And it was a good thing I turned him loose this morning, too, because do you know what he did?”

“No.”

“F. D. found himself a job the first day he was here. I’m telling you the Semple family is smart even on the Brown side.”

“How did he accomplish that miraculous feat?”

“He asked a boy running for the subway if he knew where a job was. The boy said, ‘I’m running to my job now. If you can keep up with me, there might me another one down where I am.’