"What do you think ought to be done with th" fruits iv victhry?" Mr.
Hennessy asked.
"Well," said Mr. Dooley, "if "twas up to me, I"d eat what was r-ripe an"
give what wasn"t r-ripe to me inimy. An" I guess that"s what Mack means."
ON THE HERO IN POLITICS.
""Tis as much as a man"s life is worth these days," said Mr. Dooley, "to have a vote. Look here," he continued, diving under the bar and producing a roll of paper.
"Here"s th" pitchers iv candydates I pulled down fr"m th" windy, an"
jus" knowin" they"re here makes me that nervous f"r th" contints iv th"
cash dhrawer I"m afraid to tur-rn me back f"r a minyit. I"m goin" to throw thim out in th" back yard.
"All heroes, too, Hinnissy. They"se Mike O"Toole, th" hero iv Sandago, that near lost his life be dhrink on his way to th" arm"ry, an" had to be sint home without lavin" th" city. There"s Turror Teddy Mangan, th"
night man at Flaher-ty"s, that loaded th" men that loaded th" guns that kilt th" mules at Matoonzas. There"s Hero O"Brien, that wud"ve inlisted if he hadn"t been too old, an" th" contractin" business in such good shape. There"s Bill Cory, that come near losin" his life at a cinematograph iv th" battle iv Manila. They"re all here, bedad, r-ready to sarve their country to th" bitter end, an" to r-rush, voucher in hand, to th" city threasurer"s office at a minyit"s notice.
"I wint to a hero meetin" th" other night, Hinnissy, an" that"s sthrange f"r me. Whin a man gets to be my age, he laves th" shoutin" f"r th"
youth iv th" land, onless he has a pol-itical job. I niver had a job but wanst. That was whin I was precin"t cap"n; an" a good wan I was, too.
None betther. I"d been on th" cinthral comity to-day, but f"r me losin"
ambition whin they r-run a man be th" name iv Eckstein f"r aldherman. I was sayin", Hinnissy, whin a man gets to be my age, he ducks pol-itical meetin"s, an" r-reads th" papers an" weighs th" ividence an" th"
argymints,--pro-argymints an" con-argymints,--an" makes up his mind ca"mly, an" votes th" Dimmycratic ticket. But young Dorsey he med me go with him to th" hero"s meetin" in Finucane"s hall.
"Well, sir, there was O"Toole an" all th" rest on th" platform in unyform, with flags over thim, an" the bands playin" "They"ll be a hot time in th" ol" town to-night again"; an" th" chairman was Plunkett. Ye know Plunkett: a good man if they was no gr-rand juries. He was makin" a speech. "Whin th" battle r-raged," he says, "an" th" bullets fr"m th"
haughty Spanyards" raypeatin" Mouser r-rifles," he says, "where was Ca.s.sidy?" he says. "In his saloon," says I, "in I"mrald Av"noo," says I.
"Thrue f"r ye," says Plunkett. "An" where," he says, "was our candydate?" he says. "In somebody else"s saloon," says I. "No," says he.
"Whin th" Prisidint," he says, "called th" nation to ar-rms," he says, "an" Congress voted fifty million good bucks f"r th" naytional definse,"
he says, "Thomas Francis Dorgan," he says, "in that minyit iv naytional pearl," says he, "left his good job in the pipe-yard," he says, "an"
wint down to th" raycruitin" office, an" says, "How manny calls f"r volunteers is out?" he says. "Wan," says th" officer. "Put me down,"
says Dorgan, "f"r th" tenth call," he says. This, gintlemen iv th"
foorth precin"t," he says, "is Thomas Francis Dorgan, a man who, if ilicted," he says, "victhry"ll perch," he says, "upon our banners," he says; "an"," he says, "th" naytional honor will be maintained," he says, "in th" county boord," he says.
"I wint out to take th" air, an" I met me frind Clohessy, th" little tailor fr"m Halsted Sthreet. Him an" me had a sh.e.l.l iv beer together at th" German"s; an" says I, "What d"ye think iv th" heroes?" I says.
"Well," says he, "I make no doubt "twas brave iv Dorgan," he says, "f"r to put his name in f"r th" tenth call," he says; "but," he says, "I don"t like Plunkett, an" it seems to me a man"d have to be a h.e.l.l iv a sthrong man, even if he was a hero, to be Plunkett"s man, an" keep his hands out iv ye"er pockets," he says. "I"m with Clancy"s candydate," he says. "He niver offered to enlist for th" war," he says, "but "twas Clancy put Terence on th" polis foorce an" got th" school f"r Aggie," he says.
"That"s the way I feel," said Mr. Hennessy. "I wudden"t thrust Plunkett as far as I cud throw a cow be th" tail. If Dorgan was Clancy"s war hero, I"d be with him."
"Annyhow," said Mr. Dooley, "mighty few iv th" rale heroes iv th" war is r-runnin" f"r office. Most iv thim put on their blue overalls whin they was mustered out an" wint up an" ast f"r their ol" jobs back--an"
sometimes got thim. Ye can see as manny as tin iv thim at the rollin"-mills defindin" th" nation"s honor with wheelbahr"s an" a slag shovel."
MR. DOOLEY IN PEACE
ON NEW YEAR"S RESOLUTIONS.
Mr. Hennessy looked out at the rain dripping down in Archey Road, and sighed, "A-ha, "tis a bad spell iv weather we"re havin"."
"Faith, it is," said Mr. Dooley, "or else we mind it more thin we did. I can"t remimber wan day fr"m another. Whin I was young, I niver thought iv rain or snow, cold or heat. But now th" heat stings an" th" cold wrenches me bones; an", if I go out in th" rain with less on me thin a ton iv rubber, I"ll pay dear f"r it in achin" j"ints, so I will. That"s what old age means; an" now another year has been put on to what we had befure, an" we"re expected to be gay. "Ring out th" old," says a guy at th" Brothers" School. "Ring out th" old, ring in th" new," he says.
"Ring out th" false, ring in th" thrue," says he. It"s a pretty sintimint, Hinnissy; but how ar-re we goin" to do it? Nawthin"d please me betther thin to turn me back on th" wicked an" ingloryous past, rayform me life, an" live at peace with th" wurruld to th" end iv me days. But how th" divvle can I do it? As th" fellow says, "Can th"
leopard change his spots," or can"t he?
"You know Dorsey, iv coorse, th" cross-eyed May-o man that come to this counthry about wan day in advance iv a warrant f"r sheep-stealin"? Ye know what he done to me, tellin" people I was caught in me cellar poorin" wather into a bar"l? Well, last night says I to mesilf, thinkin"
iv Dorsey, I says: "I swear that henceforth I"ll keep me temper with me fellow-men. I"ll not let anger or jealousy get th" betther iv me," I says. "I"ll lave off all me old feuds; an" if I meet me inimy goin" down th" sthreet, I"ll go up an" shake him be th" hand, if I"m sure he hasn"t a brick in th" other hand." Oh, I was mighty compliminthry to mesilf. I set be th" stove dhrinkin" hot wans, an" ivry wan I dhrunk made me more iv a pote. "Tis th" way with th" stuff. Whin I"m in dhrink, I have manny a fine thought; an", if I wasn"t too comfortable to go an" look f"r th"
ink-bottle, I cud write pomes that"d make Shakespeare an" Mike Scanlan think they were wurrkin" on a dredge. "Why," says I, "carry into th" new year th" hathreds iv th" old?" I says. "Let th" dead past bury its dead," says I. "Tur-rn ye"er lamps up to th" blue sky," I says. (It was rainin" like th" divvle, an" th" hour was midnight; but I give no heed to that, bein" comfortable with th" hot wans.) An" I wint to th" dure, an", whin Mike Duffy come by on number wan hundherd an" five, ringin"
th" gong iv th" ca-ar, I hollered to him: "Ring out th" old, ring in th"
new." "Go back into ye"er stall," he says, "an" wring ye"ersilf out," he says. "Ye"er wet through," he says.
"Whin I woke up this mornin", th" pothry had all disappeared, an" I begun to think th" las" hot wan I took had somethin" wrong with it.
Besides, th" lumbago was grippin" me till I cud hardly put wan foot befure th" other. But I remimbered me promises to mesilf, an" I wint out on th" sthreet, intindin" to wish ivry wan a "Happy New Year," an"
hopin" in me hear-rt that th" first wan I wished it to"d tell me to go to th" divvle, so I cud hit him in th" eye. I hadn"t gone half a block before I spied Dorsey acrost th" sthreet. I picked up a half a brick an"
put it in me pocket, an" Dorsey done th" same. Thin we wint up to each other. "A Happy New Year," says I. "Th" same to you," says he, "an"
manny iv thim," he says. "Ye have a brick in ye"er hand," says I. "I was thinkin" iv givin" ye a New Year"s gift," says he. "Th" same to you, an"
manny iv thim," says I, fondlin" me own ammunition. "Tis even all around," says he. "It is," says I. "I was thinkin" las" night I"d give up me gredge again ye," says he. "I had th" same thought mesilf," says I. "But, since I seen ye"er face," he says, "I"ve con-cluded that I"d be more comfortable hatin" ye thin havin" ye f"r a frind," says he. "Ye"re a man iv taste," says I. An" we backed away fr"m each other. He"s a Tip, an" can throw a stone like a rifleman; an", Hinnissy, I"m somethin" iv an amachoor shot with a half-brick mesilf.
"Well, I"ve been thinkin" it over, an" I"ve argied it out that life"d not be worth livin" if we didn"t keep our inimies. I can have all th"
frinds I need. Anny man can that keeps a liquor sth.o.r.e. But a rale sthrong inimy, specially a May-o inimy,--wan that hates ye ha-ard, an"
that ye"d take th" coat off yer back to do a bad tur-rn to,--is a luxury that I can"t go without in me ol" days. Dorsey is th" right sort. I can"t go by his house without bein" in fear he"ll spill th" chimbly down on me head; an", whin he pa.s.ses my place, he walks in th" middle iv th"
sthreet, an" crosses himsilf. I"ll swear off on annything but Dorsey.
He"s a good man, an" I despise him. Here"s long life to him."
ON GOLD-SEEKING.
"Well, sir," said Mr. Hennessy, "that Alaska"s th" gr-reat place. I thought "twas nawthin" but an iceberg with a few seals roostin" on it, an" wan or two hundherd Ohio politicians that can"t be killed on account iv th" threaty iv Pawrs. But here they tell me "tis fairly smothered in goold. A man stubs his toe on th" ground, an lifts th" top off iv a goold mine. Ye go to bed at night, an" wake up with goold fillin" in ye"er teeth."
"Yes," said Mr. Dooley, "Clancy"s son was in here this mornin", an" he says a frind iv his wint to sleep out in th" open wan night, an" whin he got up his pants a.s.sayed four ounces iv goold to th" pound, an" his whiskers panned out as much as thirty dollars net."
"If I was a young man an" not tied down here," said Mr. Hennessy, "I"d go there: I wud so."
"I wud not," said Mr. Dooley. "Whin I was a young man in th" ol"
counthry, we heerd th" same story about all America. We used to set be th" tur-rf fire o" nights, kickin" our bare legs on th" flure an"
wishin" we was in New York, where all ye had to do was to hold ye"er hat an" th" goold guineas"d dhrop into it. An" whin I got to be a man, I come over here with a ham and a bag iv oatmeal, as sure that I"d return in a year with money enough to dhrive me own ca-ar as I was that me name was Martin Dooley. An" that was a cinch.
"But, faith, whin I"d been here a week, I seen that there was nawthin"
but mud undher th" pavement,--I larned that be means iv a pick-axe at tin shillin"s th" day,--an" that, though there was plenty iv goold, thim that had it were froze to it; an" I come west, still lookin" f"r mines.
Th" on"y mine I sthruck at Pittsburgh was a hole f"r sewer pipe. I made it. Siven shillin"s th" day. Smaller thin New York, but th" livin" was cheaper, with Mon"gahela rye at five a throw, put ye"er hand around th"