I think it starts with something about not being able to make enough pancakes for everyone. Can't be too sure though, made my eyes hurt to try and read the first sentence. But I'm curious too!
"Lawzee, we ain't nevah gwine be able to make enuf pancakes fo' all dem white folks," (something) Aunt Jemima to her (poss mulatto!!!) helper.And once more she peered out over the (something) growing crowd that gathered round her little kitchen.
(Something incomprehensible containing many apostrophes, probably agreeing) responded the girl.
Over the mammy's ebony face there appeared that wonderful (something) smile which today we can see only in pictures. And thousands - some folks that perhaps you know - smiled back.
There she was at the World's Colombian Exposition, Chicago. And, up on a platform where all could see, she was making pancakes in a new way - from (something something flour?) You remember of reading how, some 20 years after the Civil War, a representative of a milling company in ?Missouri bought from Aunt Jemima her pancake (recipe) and persuaded her to direct its preparation in the great mills. Well, this pancake flour was the result. It had been made from Aunt Jemina's own recipe, the one that had made her famous through all the South, even before the war, when she was cook in Col ?Hughes mansion down in Louisiana.
It seemed that everybody at the Fair wanted to taste those golden-brown (colour? something?)... the Colombian Guards had to come and keep the crowd moving, since it blocked almost completely that part of the great Agricultural Hall.
Men were convinced that never before had they tasted pancakes as tender and delicious as those Aunt Jemima made.
Women marvelled at the ease with which she whipped up a new batch of batter - that she'd simply (something something) that came out of those packages. And the people from the South (something) gathered there. For who could, better than Aunt Jemima, uphold the Southland's reputation for excellence in the art of cooking!
The center of all the interest - Aunt Jemima. She was a sensation. And yes, those who knew her best, who knew her even from when she came up from her little cabin home, they found her still the simple, earnest,(something something) - the same Aunt Jemima, just older grown.
Honours did not turn her head, not even that great honour the Committee of Awards bestowed upon her pancake flour - the highest medal and the diploma of excellence. Probably she thought not so much of it as of the kind words her old "(something, could be massa - ends with a anyway)" had spoken to her years and years before, his simpler words of appreciation for her loyalty and cheerful service. Her pancakes had delighted him and his guests, now they were delighting thousands - it was the same to her.
Now, they are delighting millions! Aunt Jemima pancakes are America's favourite breakfast (blah blah blah puffery, running out of interest now). But most of all, Aunt Jemima pancakes are famous for their flavour. No one can match that. Other mammy cooks in the South tried to, years and years ago, and gave up in despair. Blah blah more puffery about how fab the pancake mix is.
At the World's Fair in 95 they saw Aunt Jemima in person; today we cannot. But what she did lives on - that and her smile.
It's quite depressing that this is ALL LIES and Aunt Jemima was never real, huh. I mean we could get all RAR about her doubtless exploitation for her recipe except for how she wasn't a real person.... and there was never this kindly old mammy lady happily making pancakes for all and sundry and becoming famous at the World's Fair (although apparently there was a woman hired to pretend to be her). It's a very interesting piece of marketing.
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Date: 2012-12-25 12:15 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2012-12-26 12:52 pm (UTC)(Something incomprehensible containing many apostrophes, probably agreeing) responded the girl.
Over the mammy's ebony face there appeared that wonderful (something) smile which today we can see only in pictures. And thousands - some folks that perhaps you know - smiled back.
There she was at the World's Colombian Exposition, Chicago. And, up on a platform where all could see, she was making pancakes in a new way - from (something something flour?) You remember of reading how, some 20 years after the Civil War, a representative of a milling company in ?Missouri bought from Aunt Jemima her pancake (recipe) and persuaded her to direct its preparation in the great mills. Well, this pancake flour was the result. It had been made from Aunt Jemina's own recipe, the one that had made her famous through all the South, even before the war, when she was cook in Col ?Hughes mansion down in Louisiana.
It seemed that everybody at the Fair wanted to taste those golden-brown (colour? something?)... the Colombian Guards had to come and keep the crowd moving, since it blocked almost completely that part of the great Agricultural Hall.
Men were convinced that never before had they tasted pancakes as tender and delicious as those Aunt Jemima made.
Women marvelled at the ease with which she whipped up a new batch of batter - that she'd simply (something something) that came out of those packages. And the people from the South (something) gathered there. For who could, better than Aunt Jemima, uphold the Southland's reputation for excellence in the art of cooking!
The center of all the interest - Aunt Jemima. She was a sensation. And yes, those who knew her best, who knew her even from when she came up from her little cabin home, they found her still the simple, earnest,(something something) - the same Aunt Jemima, just older grown.
Honours did not turn her head, not even that great honour the Committee of Awards bestowed upon her pancake flour - the highest medal and the diploma of excellence. Probably she thought not so much of it as of the kind words her old "(something, could be massa - ends with a anyway)" had spoken to her years and years before, his simpler words of appreciation for her loyalty and cheerful service. Her pancakes had delighted him and his guests, now they were delighting thousands - it was the same to her.
Now, they are delighting millions! Aunt Jemima pancakes are America's favourite breakfast (blah blah blah puffery, running out of interest now). But most of all, Aunt Jemima pancakes are famous for their flavour. No one can match that. Other mammy cooks in the South tried to, years and years ago, and gave up in despair. Blah blah more puffery about how fab the pancake mix is.
At the World's Fair in 95 they saw Aunt Jemima in person; today we cannot. But what she did lives on - that and her smile.
Blah blah now in buckwheat blah. THE END.
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Date: 2012-12-26 09:51 pm (UTC)no subject
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