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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

“I could have used a drumstick,” said Simple. “It would have meant more to me than it did to that little fice.”

“I gather you do not like dogs.”

“I love dogs,” said Simple. “When my landlady was laid up with arthritis and scared to get her feet wet, I even took that little old she-hound of hers out two or three times to the park to do its duty—although I would not be seen with no dog like that if it belonged to me. All I got was, ‘Thank you, you certainly nice, Mr. Semple.’ She used my real last name, all formal and everything. ‘You certainly nice, yes, indeed.’ But did I get a extra towel when I asked for it? I did not. All I got was, ‘Laundries is high and towels is scarce.’ Yet I seen her dry that dog on a nice big white bath towel, the likes of which she never give a roomer yet. I don’t think that is right, to care less about roomers than you do about a dog, do you?”

“Ties between a dog and its master are often greater than human ties.”

“Ties, nothing,” said Simple. “That lazy little old mutt don’t bring her in a thing, not even a bone. I bring in Ten Dollars rent each and every week—even if it is a little late.”

“You got behind though, didn’t you, when you weren’t working?”

“I tried to get behind,” said Simple, “but she did not let me get far. I told her they was changing from a ball-bearing plant to a screw factory and it might even take three months. But she said it better not take three weeks—do, and she would get eviction orders and evict me. So I had to go to the post office and draw out my little money and lay it on the line. That very evening she says, ‘Oh, this poor dog ain’t been out of the house in five days, bad as my knees ache.’ So me, like a chump, I take it out to the park.”

“Why doesn’t her husband take care of it?” I asked.

“He runs on the road,” said Simple. “When he gets through taking care of white folks, he does not feel like taking care of dogs. Harlem is no place for dogs—people do not have time to look after them.”

“True,” I said, “but Harlemites love dogs, and there are a great many here.”