from the head the body sundred quight. / So him dismounted low, he did compell / On foot with him to matchen equall fight; / The truncked beast fast bleeding, did him fowly dight.
Have a rouse before the morn:
Every minute dies a man,
Every minute one is born.
Sitting in his conference room, which looks across Lafayette Park to the White House, he said, “We had eight years of an antiworker administration,” a comment on the years under Mr. Bush.
If any other forties figure paralleled this humorous, graceful man in appeal it was the dancer Bill “Bojangles” Robinson, who, like the Trotter, funneled his extraordinary physical gifts into mass entertainment for whites yet remarkably, considering the time, avoided cooning.
