midnight
Me an ' Lily looks fo ' a job whah at dey ai n't no rules again ' mascots . '' The Wildcat headed south along Michigan Avenue , and in a little while he and Lily were adrift in a sea of humanity . The Backslid Baptist grunted his disgust and went about his own affairs . At midnight the Wildcat and Lily pitched their lonely camp behind a billboard in South Chicago . `` Sho ' craves mah rations . You done noble wid de grass , Lily , but Ah kai n't eat grass . Seems lak you kin nutrify yo ` se ' f wid whuteveh vittles is laying ` round . ''