ON ORATORY IN POLITICS.
"I mind th" first time Willum J. O"Brien r-run f"r office, th"
Raypublicans an" th" Indypindants an" th" Socialists an" th"
Prohybitionist (he"s dead now, his name was Larkin) nommynated a young man be th" name iv Dorgan that was in th" law business in Halsted Sthreet, near Cologne, to r-run again" him. Smith O"Brien Dorgan was his name, an" he was wan iv th" most iloquint young la-ads that iver made a speakin" thrumpet iv his face. He cud holler like th" impire iv a base-ball game; an", whin he delivered th" sintimints iv his hear-rt, ye"d think he was thryin" to confide thim to a man on top iv a high buildin". He was prisidint iv th" lithry club at th" church; an" Father Kelly tol" me that, th" day afther he won th" debate on th" pen an" th"
soord in favor iv th" pen, they had to hire a carpenter to mend th"
windows, they"d sagged so. They called him th" boy or-rator iv Healey"s slough.
"He planned th" campaign himsilf. "I"ll not re-sort," says he, "to th"
ordin"ry methods," he says. "Th" thing to do," he says, "is to prisint th" issues iv th" day to th" voters," he says. "I"ll burn up ivry precin"t in th" ward with me iloquince," he says. An" he bought a long black coat, an" wint out to spread th" light.
"He talked ivrywhere. Th" people jammed Finucane"s Hall, an" he tol"
thim th" time had come f"r th" ma.s.ses to r-rise. "Raymimber," says he, "th" idees iv Novimb"r," he says. "Raymimber Demosthens an" Cicero an"
Oak Park," he says. "Raymimber th" thraditions iv ye"er fathers, iv Washin"ton an" Jefferson an" Andhrew Jackson an" John L. Sullivan," he says. "Ye shall not, Billy O"Brien," he says, "crucify th" voters iv th"
Sixth Ward on th" double cross," he says. He spoke to a meetin" in Deerin" Sthreet in th" same wurads. He had th" sthreet-car stopped while he coughed up ree-marks about th" Const.i.tution, until th" bar-rn boss sint down an" threatened to discharge Mike Dwyer that was dhrivin" wan hundherd an" eight in thim days, though thransferred to Wintworth Avnoo later on. He made speeches to polismin in th" squadroom an" to good la-ads hoistin" mud out iv th" dhraw at th" red bridge. People"d be settin" quite in th" back room playin" forty-fives whin Smith O"Brien Dorgan"d burst in, an" addhress thim on th" issues iv th" day.
"Now all this time Bill O"Brien was campaignin" in his own way. He niver med wan speech. No wan knew whether he was f"r a tariff or again wan, or whether he sthud be Jefferson or was knockin" him, or whether he had th"
inthrests iv th" toilin" ma.s.ses at hear-rt or whether he wint to ma.s.s at all, at all. But he got th" superintindint iv th" rollin"-mills with him; an" he put three or four good faml"ies to wurruk in th" gas-house, where he knew th" main guy, an" he made reg"lar calls on th" bar-rn boss iv th" sthreet-ca-ars. He wint to th" picnics, an" hired th" orchesthry f"r th" dances, an" voted himsilf th" most pop"lar man at th" church fair at an expinse iv at laste five hundherd dollars. No wan that come near him wanted f"r money. He had headquarthers in ivry saloon fr"m wan end iv th" ward to th" other. All th" pa-apers printed his pitcher, an"
sthud by him as th" frihd iv th" poor.
"Well, people liked to hear Dorgan at first, but afther a few months they got onaisy. He had a way iv breakin" into festive gatherin"s that was enough to thry a saint. He delayed wan prize fight two hours, encouragin" th" voters prisint to stand be their principles, while th"
principles sat shiverin" in their cor-rners until th" polis r-run him out. It got so that men"d bound into alleys whin he come up th" sthreet.
People in th" liquor business rayfused to let him come into their places. His fam"ly et in th" coal-shed f"r fear iv his speeches at supper. He wint on talkin", and Willum J. O"Brien wint on handin" out th" dough that he got fr"m th" gas company an" con-ciliatin" th" ma.s.ses; an", whin iliction day come, th" judges an" clerks was all f"r O"Brien, an" Dorgan didn"t get votes enough to wad a gun. He sat up near all night in his long coat, makin" speeches to himsilf; but tord mornin" he come over to my place where O"Brien sat with his la-ads. "Well," says...o...b..ien, "how does it suit ye?" he says. "It"s sthrange," says Dorgan.
"Not sthrange at all," says Willum J. O"Brien. "Whin ye"ve been in politics as long as I have, ye"ll know," he says, "that th" roly-boly is th" gr-reatest or-rator on earth," he says. "Th" American nation in th"
Sixth Ward is a fine people," he says. "They love th" eagle," he says, "on th" back iv a dollar," he says. "Well," says Dorgan, "I can"t undherstand it," he says. "I med as manny as three thousan" speeches,"
he says. "Well," says Willum J. O"Brien, "that was my majority," he says. "Have a dhrink," he says."
ON CHRISTMAS GIFTS.
The approach of Christmas is heralded in Archey Road by many of the signs that are known to the less civilized and more prosperous parts of the city. The people look poorer, colder, and more hopeful than at other times. The bakeries a.s.sume an old country appearance of gayety. The saloons are well filled. Also, if you have your eyes about you, you may catch a glimpse, now and then, through a frosted window-pane of a stunted Christmas tree, laden slenderly with gla.s.s b.a.l.l.s and ropes of red popcorn, the work of painful hands after the childher are abed. Mr.
Dooley knew Christmas was coming by the calendar, the expiration of his quarterly license, and Mr. Hennessy coming in with a doll in his pocket and a rocking-chair under his arm.
"Prisints?" said the philosopher.
"Yis," said Mr. Hennessy. "I had to do it. I med up me mind this year that I wudden"t buy anny Chris"mas prisints or take anny. I can"t afford it. Times has been fearful ha-ard, an" a look iv pain comes over th" ol" woman"s face whin I hold out fifty cints fr"m me salary on Sat.u.r.dah night. I give it out that I didn"t want annything, but they"se so much scurryin" ar-round an" hidin" things whin I go in that I know they"ve got something f"r me. I cudden"t stand it no longer, so I wint down town to-night, down be Shekel an" Whooper"s place, an" bought these things. This is a fine doll f"r th" money."
"It is," said Mr. Dooley, taking the doll and examining it with the eye of an art critic. "It closes its eyes,--yis, an", bedad, it cries if ye punch it. They"re makin" these things more like human bein"s ivry year.
An" does it say pap-pah an" mam-mah, I dinnaw?"
"No," said Mr. Hennessy, "th" pap-pah an" mam-mah dolls costs too much."
"Well," continued Mr. Dooley, "we can"t have ivrything we want in this wurruld. If I had me way, I"d buy goold watches an" chains f"r ivrybody in th" r-road, an" a few iv th" good Germans. I feel that gin"rous. But "tis no use. Ye can"t give what ye want. Ivry little boy ixpects a pony at Chris"mas, an" ivry little girl a chain an" locket; an" ivry man thinks he"s sure goin" to get th" goold-headed cane he"s longed f"r since he come over. But they all fin"lly land on rockin"-horses an"
dolls, an" suspindhers that r-run pink flowers into their shirts an"
tattoo thim in summer. An" they conceal their grief Chris"mas mornin"
an" thry to look pleasant with murdher in their hearts.
"Some wan has always give me a Chris"mas prisint, though no wan has anny r-right to. But no wan iver give me annything I cud wear or ate or dhrink or smoke or curl me hair with. I"ve had flasks iv whisky give me,--me that have lashin"s iv whisky at me elbow day an" night; an", whin I opined thim, blue an" yellow flames come out an" some iv th"
stuff r-run over on th" flure, an" set fire to th" buildin". I smoke th"
best five-cint see-gar that money can buy; yet, whin a good frind iv mine wants to make me a prisint f"r Christmas, he goes to a harness shop an" buys a box iv see-gars with excelsior fillin"s an" burlap wrappers, an", if I smoked wan an" lived, I"d be arristed f"r arson. I got a pair iv suspinders wanst fr"m a lady,--niver mind her name,--an" I wurruked hard that day; an" th" decorations moved back into me, an" I had to take thim out with pumice stone. I didn"t lose th" taste iv th" paint f"r weeks an" weeks.
"Wan year I wanted a watch more thin annything in th" wurruld. I talked watches to ivry wan that I thought had designs on me. I made it a pint to ask me frinds what time iv night it was, an" thin say, "Dear me, I ought to get a watch if I cud affoord it." I used to tout people down to th" jooler"s shop, an" stand be th" window with a hungry look in th"
eyes iv me, as much as to say, "If I don"t get a watch, I"ll perish." I talked watches an" thought watches an" dhreamed watches. Father Kelly rebuked me f"r bein" late f"r ma.s.s. "How can I get there befure th"
gospil, whin I don"t know what time it is?" says I. "Why don"t ye luk at ye"er watch?" he says. "I haven"t none," says I. Did he give me a watch?
Faith, he did not. He sint me a box iv soap that made me smell like a c.o.o.n goin" to a ball in a State Sthreet ca-ar. I got a necktie fr"m wan man; an", if I wore it to a meetin" iv th" Young Hebrews" Char"table Society, they"d"ve thrun me out. That man wanted me to be kilt. Another la-ad sint me a silk handkerchief that broke on me poor nose. Th"
nearest I got to a watch was a hair chain that unravelled, an" made me look as if I"d been curryin" a Shetland pony. I niver got what I wanted, an I niver expect to. No wan does."
"I"ll get ye what ye want," said Mr. Hennessy, "if ye"ll tell me what it is, an" it don"t cost too much."
"Will ye?" said Mr. Dooley, eagerly.
"I will," said Mr. Hennessy, "if "tis within me means."
"Ye"re jokin"," said Mr. Dooley.
"I"m not. I mane it."
"Do ye, honest?"
"I do so."
"Thin," said Mr. Dooley, "get me th" Audjitooroom. I"ve wanted that to play with f"r manny years."
And Mr. Hennessy went away with the rocking-chair under his arm, the doll in his pocket, and dumb anger in his heart.
ON ANARCHISTS.
""Tis ha-ard bein" a king these days," said Mr. Dooley. "Manny"s th" man on a throne wishes his father"d brought him up a cooper, what with wages bein" docked be parlymints an" ragin" arnychists r-runnin" wild with dinnymite bombs undher their ar-rms an" carvin"-knives in their pockets.
"Onaisy, as Hogan says, is th" head that wears a crown. They"se other heads that"re onaisy, too; but ye don"t hear iv thim. But a man gr-rows up in wan iv thim furrin counthries, an" he"s thrained f"r to be a king.
Hivin may"ve intinded him f"r a dooce or a jack, at th" most; but he has to follow th" same line as his father. "Tis like p.a.w.n-brokin" that way.
Ye niver heerd iv a p.a.w.nbroker"s son doin" annything else. Wanst a king, always a king. Other men"s sons may pack away a shirt in a thrunk, an"
go out into th" wurruld, brakin" on a freight or ladin" Indyanny bankers up to a sh.e.l.l game. But a man that"s headed f"r a throne can"t r-run away. He"s got to take th" job. If he kicks, they blindfold him an" back him in. He can"t ask f"r his time at th" end iv th" week, an" lave. He pays himsilf. He can"t sthrike, because he"d have to ordher out th"
polis to subjoo himsilf. He can"t go to th" boss, an" say: "Me hours is too long an" th" wurruk is tajious. Give me me pay-check." He has no boss. A man can"t be indipindint onless he has a boss. "Tis thrue. So he takes th" place, an" th" chances ar-re he"s th" biggest omadhon in th"
wurruld, an" knows no more about r-runnin" a counthry thin I know about ladin" an orchesthry. An", if he don"t do annything, he"s a dummy, an", if he does do annything, he"s crazy; an" whin he dies, his foreman says: "Sure, "tis th" divvle"s own time I had savin" that bosthoon fr"m desthroyin" himsilf. If it wasn"t f"r me, th" poor thing"d have closed down the wurruks, an" gone to th" far-rm long ago." An" wan day, whin he"s takin" th" air, p"raps, along comes an Eyetalyan, an" says he, "Ar-re ye a king?" "That"s my name," says his majesty. "Betther dead,"
says th" Eyetalyan; an" they"se a scramble, an" another king goes over th" long r-road.
"I don"t know much about arnychists. We had thim here--wanst. They wint again polismen, mostly. Mebbe that"s because polismen"s th" nearest things to kings they cud find. But, annyhow, I sometimes think I know why they"re arnychists somewhere, an" why they ain"t in other places. It minds me iv what happened wanst in me cousin Terence"s fam"ly. They was livin" down near Healey"s slough in wan iv thim ol" Doherty"s houses,--not Doherty that ye know, th" j"iner, a good man whin he don"t dhrink. No, "twas an ol" grouch iv a man be th" name iv Malachi Doherty that used to keep five-day notices in his thrunk, an" ownded his own privit justice iv th" peace. Me cousin Terence was as dacint a man as iver shoed a hor-rse; an his wife was a good woman, too, though I niver took much to th" Dolans. Fr"m Tipperary, they was, an" too handy throwin" things at ye. An" he had a nice fam"ly growin" up, an" I niver knowed people that lived together more quite an" amyable. "Twas good f"r to see thim settin" ar-roun" th" parlor,--Terence spellin" out th"
newspaper, an" his good woman mendin" socks, an" Honoria playin" th"