Sam Sidney was going door to door selling raffle tickets to raise funds for the charitable organization of which he was a member.
One morning found him knocking on the door of old Mrs. Sullivan.
"Good morning, Mrs. Sullivan, I represent the South Savannah Singing and Social Society',event)">Society," said Sam.
"What's it that you say?" croaked the old lady.
"I SAY I'M SELLING RAFFLE TICKETS FOR THE SOUTH SAVANNAH SING-ING AND SOCIAI, SOCIETY',event)">SOCIETY ! "
"RAFFLE TICKETS! SOUTH SAVANNAH SINGING AND SOCIAL SOCIETY',event)">SOCIETY ! "
"You'll have to speak up, young man; there's no use mumbling. ',
"Well, fuck you, Mrs. Sullivan," said Sam under his breath as he turned away.
Mrs. Sullivan closed the door and said, "Well, fuck the South Savannah Singing and Social Society',event)">Society. "