"Let me thry ye in tactics," he says. "Suppose ye was confronted be a Spanish ar-rmy in th" afthernoon, how wud ye dhress?" he says. "I"d wear a stovepipe hat, a long coat, a white vest, an" lavender pants," says Willie. "An" if th" attack was be night?" he says. "I"d put on me dhress shoot, an" go out to meet thim," says Willie. "A thuro sojer," says McKinley. "Suppose th" sociable lasted all night?" he says. "I"d sound th" rethreat at daybreak, an" have me brave boys change back," he says, "to suitable appar"l," he says. "Masterly," says McKinley. "I will sind ye"er name in as a brigadier-gin"ral," he says. "Thank Gawd, th"
r-rich," he says, "is brave an" pathriotic," he says. "Ye will jine th"
other boys fr"m th" club at Tampa," he says. "Ye shud be careful iv ye"er equipment," he says. "I have almost ivrything r-ready," says Willie. "Me man attinded to thim details," he says. "But I fear I can"t go to th" fr-ront immejetly," he says. "Me pink silk pijammas hasn"t arrived," he says. "Well," says Mack," "wait f"r thim," he says. "I"m anxious f"r to ind this hor"ble war," he says, "which has cost me manny a sleepy night," he says; "but "twud be a crime f"r to sind a sojer onprepared to battle," he says. "Wait f"r th" pijammas," he says. "Thin on to war," he says; "an" let ye"er watchword be, "Raymimber ye"er manners,"" he says.
""They"se a man out here," says th" privit sicrity, "that wants to see ye," he says. "He"s a r-rough-lookin" charackter that was in th" Soo war," he says. "His name is Gin"ral Fiteum," he says. "Throw th" stiff out," says Mack. "I seen him in Pinnsylvania Avnoo yisterdah, r-ridin"
in a sthreet ca-ar," he says. "Ah, Willie, me boy," he says, "tis little ye know what throuble I have fr"m these vulgar sojers with pants that bags at th" knees. Give me a goold-tipped cigareet, an" tell me whether shirt waists is much worn in New York this year."
"Yis, Hinnissy, we"ll put th" tastiest ar-rmy in th" field that iver come out iv a millinery shop. "Right dhress!" will be an ordher that"ll mean somethin". Th" ar-rmy"ll be followed be specyal correspondints fr"m b.u.t.thrick"s Pattherns an" Harper"s Bazar; an", if our brave boys don"t gore an" pleat th" inimy, "twill be because th" inimy"ll be r-rude enough to shoot in anny kind iv clothes they find on th" chair whin they wake up."
ON STRATEGY.
"A sthrateejan," said Mr. Dooley, in response to Mr. Hennessy"s request for information, "is a champeen checker-player. Whin th" war broke out, me frind Mack wint to me frind Hanna, an" says he, "What," he says, "what can we do to cr-rush th" haughty power iv Spain," he says, "a"n br-ring this hateful war to a early conclusion?" he says. "Mobilize th"
checker-players," says Hanna. An" fr"m all cor-rners iv th" counthry they"ve gone to Washin"ton, where they"re called th" Sthrateejy Board.
"Day an" night they set in a room with a checker-board on th" end iv a flour bar"l, an" study problems iv th" navy. At night Mack dhrops in.
"Well, boys," says he, "how goes th" battle?" he says. "Gloryous," says th" Sthrateejy Board. "Two more moves, an" we"ll be in th" king row."
"Ah," says Mack, "this is too good to be thrue," he says. "In but a few brief minyits th" dhrinks"ll be on Spain," he says. "Have ye anny plans f"r Sampson"s fleet?" he says. "Where is it?" says th" Sthrateejy Board. "I dinnaw," says Mack. "Good," says th" Sthrateejy Board.
"Where"s th" Spanish fleet?" says they. "Bombardin" Boston, at Cadiz, in San June de Matzoon, sighted near th" gas-house be our special correspondint, copyright, 1898, be Mike O"Toole." "A sthrong position,"
says th" Sthrateejy Board. "Undoubtedly, th" fleet is headed south to attack and seize Armour"s glue facthory. Ordher Sampson to sail north as fast as he can, an" lay in a supply iv ice. Th" summer"s comin" on.
Insthruct Schley to put on all steam, an" thin put it off again, an"
call us up be telephone. R-rush eighty-three millyon throops an" four mules to Tampa, to Mobile, to Chickenmaha, to Coney Island, to Ireland, to th" divvle, an" r-rush thim back again. Don"t r-rush thim. Ordher Sampson to pick up th" cable at Lincoln Par-rk, an" run into th" bar-rn.
Is th" balloon corpse r-ready? It is? Thin don"t sind it up. Sind it up.
Have th" Mulligan Gyards co-op"rate with Gomez, an" tell him to cut away his whiskers. They"ve got tangled in th" riggin". We need yellow-fever throops. Have ye anny yellow fever in th" house? Give it to twinty thousand three hundherd men, an" sind thim afther Gov"nor Tanner.
Teddy Rosenfelt"s r-rough r-riders ar-re downstairs, havin" their uniforms pressed. Ordher thim to th" goluf links at wanst. They must be no indecision. Where"s Richard Harding Davis? On th" bridge iv the New York? Tur-rn th" bridge. Seize Gin"ral Miles" uniform. We must strengthen th" gold resarve. Where"s th" Gussie? Runnin" off to Cuba with wan hundherd men an" ar-rms, iv coorse. Oh, war is a dhreadful thing. It"s ye"er move, Claude," says th" Sthrateejy Board.
"An" so it goes on; an" day by day we r-read th" tur-rble story iv our brave sthrateejans sacrificin" their time on th" altar iv their counthry, as Hogan says. Little we thought, whin we wint into this war, iv th" horrors it wud bring. Little we thought iv th" mothers at home weepin" f"r their brave boys down at Washin"ton hur-rtin their poor eyes over a checker-board. Little we thought iv these devoted men, as Hogan says, with achin" heads, plannin" to sind three hundherd thousand millyon men an" a carload iv beans to their fate at Tampa, Fla. But some wan must be sacrificed, as Hogan says. An" these poor fellows in Washin"ton with their r-red eyes an" their tired backs will be an example to future ginerations, as Hogan says, iv how an American sojer can face his jooty whin he has to, an" how he can"t whin he hasn"t to."
"Dewey ain"t a sthrateejan?" inquired Mr. Hennessy.
"No," said Mr. Dooley. "Cousin George is a good man, an" I"m very fond iv him,--more be raison iv his doin" that May-o bosthoon Pat Mountjoy, but he has low tastes. We niver cud make a sthrateejan iv him. They"se a kind iv a vulgar fightin" sthrain in him that makes him want to go out an" slug some wan wanst a month. I"m glad he ain"t in Washin"ton. Th"
chances ar-re he"d go to th" Sthrateejy Board and pull its hair."
ON GENERAL MILES"S MOONLIGHT EXCURSION.
"Dear, oh, dear," said Mr. Dooley, "I"d give five dollars--an" I"d kill a man f"r three--if I was out iv this Sixth Wa-ard to-night, an" down with Gin"ral Miles" gran" picnic an" moonlight excursion in Porther Ricky. "Tis no comfort in bein" a cow"rd whin ye think iv thim br-rave la-ads facin" death be suffication in bokays an" dyin" iv waltzin" with th" pretty girls iv Porther Ricky.
"I dinnaw whether Gin"ral Miles picked out th" job or whether "twas picked out f"r him. But, annyhow, whin he got to Sandago de Cubia an"
looked ar-round him, he says to his frind Gin"ral Shafter, "Gin"ral,"
says he, "ye have done well so far," he says. "Tis not f"r me to take th" lorls fr"m th" steamin" brow iv a thrue hero," he says. "I lave ye here," he says, "f"r to complete th" victhry ye have so n.o.bly begun," he says. "F"r you," he says, "th" wallop in th" eye fr"m th" newspaper rayporther, th" r-round robbing, an" th" sunsthroke," he says, "f"r me th" hardship iv th" battlefield, th" late dinner, th" theayter party, an" th" sickenin" polky," he says. "Gather," he says, "th" fruits iv ye"er bravery," he says. "Return," he says, "to ye"er native land, an"
receive anny gratichood th" Sicrety iv War can spare fr"m his own fam"ly," he says. "F"r me," he says, "there is no way but f"r to tur-rn me back upon this festive scene," he says, "an" go where jooty calls me," he says. "Ordherly," he says, "put a bottle on th" ice, an" see that me goold pants that I wear with th" pale blue vest with th" di"mon b.u.t.tons is irned out," he says. An" with a haggard face he walked aboord th" excursion steamer, an" wint away.
"I"d hate to tell ye iv th"thriles iv th" expedition, Hinnissy. Whin th"
picnic got as far as Punch, on th" southern coast iv Porther Ricky, Gin"ral Miles gazes out, an" says he, "This looks like a good place to hang th" hammicks, an" have lunch," says he. "Forward, brave men," says he, "where ye see me di"mon"s sparkle," says he. "Forward, an" plant th"
crokay ar-rches iv our beloved counthry," he says. An" in they wint, like inthrepid warryors that they ar-re. On th" beach they was met be a diligation fr"m th" town of Punch, con-sistin" iv th" mayor, th" common council, th" polis an" fire departments, th" Gr-rand Ar-rmy iv th"
Raypublic, an" prominent citizens in carredges. Gin"ral Miles, makin" a hasty tielet, advanced onflinchingly to meet thim. "Gintlemen," says he, "what can I do f"r ye?" he says. "We come," says th" chairman iv th"
comity, "f"r to offer ye," he says, "th" r-run iv th" town," he says.
"We have held out," he says, "as long as we cud," he says. "But," he says, "they"se a limit to human endurance," he says. "We can withstand ye no longer," he says. "We surrinder. Take us prisoners, an" rayceive us into ye"er gloryous an" well-fed raypublic," he says. "Br-rave men,"
says Gin"ral Miles, "I congratulate ye," he says, "on th" heeroism iv yer definse," he says. "Ye stuck manfully to yer colors, whativer they ar-re," he says. "I on"y wondher that ye waited f"r me to come befure surrindhrin," he says. "I welcome ye into th" Union," he says. "I don"t know how th" Union"ll feel about it, but that"s no business iv mine," he says. "Ye will get ye"er wur-rkin-cards fr"m th" walkin" diligate," he says; "an" ye"ll be ent.i.tled," he says, "to pay ye"er share iv th" taxes an" to live awhile an" die whin ye get r-ready," he says, "jus" th" same as if ye was bor-rn at home," he says. "I don"t know th" names iv ye; but I"ll call ye all Casey, f"r short," he says. "Put ye"er bokays in th" hammick," he says, "an" return to Punch," he says; "an" freeze somethin" f"r me," he says, "f"r me thrawt is parched with th" labors iv th" day," he says. Th" r-rest iv th" avenin" was spint in dancin,"
music, an" boat-r-ridin"; an" an inj"yable time was had.
"Th" nex" day th" army moved on Punch; an" Gin"ral Miles marched into th" ill-fated city, preceded be flower-girls sthrewin" r-roses an"
geranyums befure him. In th" afthernoon they was a lawn tinnis party, an" at night the gin"ral attinded a banket at th" Gran" Palace Hotel.
At midnight he was serenaded be th" Raymimber th" Maine Banjo an"
Mandolin Club. Th" entire popylace attinded, with pork chops in their b.u.t.tonholes to show their pathreetism. Th" nex" day, afther breakfastin"
with Mayor Casey, he set out on his weary march over th" r-rough, flower-strewn paths f"r San Joon. He has been in gr-reat purl fr"m a witherin" fire iv bokays, an" he has met an" overpowered some iv th"
mos" savage orators in Porther Ricky; but, whin I las" heerd iv him, he had pitched his tents an" ice-cream freezers near the inimy"s wall, an"
was grajully silencin" thim with proclamations."
"They"ll kill him with kindness if he don"t look out," said Mr.
Hennessy.
"I dinnaw about that," said Mr. Dooley; "but I know this, that there"s th" makin" iv gr-reat statesmen in Porther Ricky. A proud people that can switch as quick as thim la-ads have nawthin" to larn in th" way iv what Hogan calls th" signs iv gover"mint, even fr"m th" Supreme Court."
ON ADMIRAL DEWEY"S ACTIVITY.
"If they don"t catch up with him pretty soon," said Mr. Dooley, "he"ll fight his way ar-round th" wurruld, an" come out through Barsaloona or Cades."
"Who"s that?" asked Mr. Hennessy.
"Me Cousin George, no less," said Mr. Dooley. "I suppose ye think th"
war is over an" peace has rayturned jus" because Tiddy Rosenfelt is back home again an" th" sojers ar-re hungry in New York "stead iv in Sandago.
That"s where ye"er wrong, Hinnissy. That"s where ye"er wrong, me bucko.
Th" war is not over till Cousin George stops fightin". Th" Spanyards have had enough, but among thrue fightin" men it don"t make anny diff"rence what th" feelin"s iv th" la-ad undherneath may be. "Tis whin th" man on top has had his fill iv fightin" that th" throuble"s over, an" be the look iv things Cousin George has jus" begun to take tay.
"Whin me frind Mack con-cluded "twas time f"r us to stop fightin" an"
begin skinning each other in what Hogan calls th" marts iv thrade, ye thought that ended it. So did Mack. He says, says he, "Let us have peace," he says. An" Mark Hanna came out iv" th" cellar, where he"s been since Cousin George presinted his compliments to th" Ph"lippines an" wud they prefer to be kilt or dhrownded, an" pro-posals was made to bond th"
Cubian pathrites, an" all th" deuces in th" deck begun to look like face car-rds again, whin suddently there comes a message fr"m Cousin George.
"In pursooance iv ordhers that niver come," he says, "to-day th"
squadhron undher my command knocked th" divvle out iv th" fortifications iv th" Ph"lippines, bombarded the city, an" locked up th" insurgent gin"ral. The gov"nor got away be swimmin" aboord a Dutch ship, an" th"
Dutchman took him to Ding Dong. I"ll attind to th" Dutchman some afthernoon whin I have nawthin"else to do. I"m settin" in the palace with me feet on th" pianny. Write soon. I won"t get it. So no more at prisint, fr"m ye"er ol" frind an" well-wisher, George Dooley."
"How ar-re they goin" to stop him? How ar-re they goin" to stop him?
There"s Mack on th" sh.o.r.e bawlin" ordhers. "Come back," he says. "Come back, I command ye," he says. "George, come back," he says. "Th" war is over," he says. "We"re at peace with th" wurruld," he says. "George," he says, "George, be a good fellow," he says. "Lave up on thim," he says.
"Hivins an" earth, he"s batin" that poor Spanyard with a pavin" block.
George, George, ye break me hear-rt," he says.
"But George Dooley, he gives th" wink to his frinds, an" says he, "What"s that man yellin" on th" sh.o.r.e about?" he says. "Louder," he says. "I can"t hear ye," he says. "Sing it," he says. "Write it to me on a postal ca-ard at Mahdrid," he says. "Don"t stop me now," he says.
"This is me, busy day," he says; an" away he goes with a piece iv lead pipe in wan hand an" a couplin" pin in th" other.