"Gin"ral Sherman was wan iv th" smartest men we iver had," said Mr.
Dooley. "He said so manny bright things. "Twas him said, "War is h.e.l.l"; an" that"s wan iv th" finest sayin"s I know annything about. "War is h.e.l.l": "tis a thrue wurrud an" a fine sintiment. An" Gin"ral Sherman says, "Th" on"y good Indyun is a dead Indyun." An" that"s a good sayin", too. So, be th" powers, we"ve started in again to improve th" race; an", if we can get in Gatlin" guns enough befure th" winter"s snows, we"ll tur-rn thim Chippeways into a cimitry branch iv th" Young Men"s Christyan a.s.sociation. We will so.
"Ye see, Hinnissy, th" Indyun is bound f"r to give way to th" onward march iv white civilization. You an" me, Hinnissy, is th" white civilization. I come along, an" I find ol" Snakes-in-his-Gaiters livin"
quite an" dacint in a new frame house. Thinks I, "Tis a shame f"r to lave this savage man in possession iv this fine abode, an" him not able f"r to vote an" without a frind on th" polis foorce." So says I: "Snakes," I says, "get along," says I. "I want ye"er house, an" ye best move out west iv th" thracks, an" dig a hole f"r ye"ersilf," I says.
"Divvle th" fut I will step out iv this house," says Snakes. "I built it, an" I have th" law on me side," he says. "F"r why should I take Mary Ann, an" Terence, an" Honoria, an" Robert Immitt Snakes, an" all me little Snakeses, an" rustle out west iv th" thracks," he says, "far fr"m th" bones iv me ancestors," he says, "an beyond th" water-pipe extinsion," he says. "Because," says I, "I am th" walkin" dilygate iv white civilization," I says. "I"m jus" as civilized as you," says Snakes. "I wear pants," he says, "an" a plug hat," he says. "Ye might wear tin pair," says I, "an" all at wanst," I says, "an" ye"d still be a savage," says I; "an" I"d be civilized," I says, "if I hadn"t on so much as a bangle bracelet," I says. "So get out," says I. "So get out," says I, "f"r th" pianny movers is outside, r-ready to go to wurruk," I says.
"Well, Snakes he fires a stove lid at me; an" I go down to th" polis station, an" says I, "Loot," I says, "they"se a dhrunken Indyun not votin" up near th" mills, an he"s carryin" on outrageous, an" he won"t let me hang me pitchers on his wall," says I. "Vile savage," says th"
loot, "I"ll tache him to rayspict th" rules iv civilization," he says.
An" he takes out a wagon load, an" goes afther Snakes. Well, me frind Snakes gives him battle, an", knowin" th" premises well, he"s able to put up a gr-reat fight; but afther a while they rip him away, an" have him in th" pathrol wagon, with a man settin" on his head. An" thin he"s put undher bonds to keep the peace, an" they sind him out west iv th"
thracks; an" I move into th" house, an" tear out th" front an" start a faro bank. Some day, whin I get tired or th" Swedes dhrive me out or Schwartzmeister makes his lunch too sthrong f"r compet.i.tion, I"ll go afther Snakes again.
"Th" on"y hope f"r th Indyun is to put his house on rollers, an" keep a team hitched to it, an", whin he sees a white man, to start f"r th"
settin" sun. He"s rooned whin he has a cellar. He ought to put all th"
plugged dollars that he gets from th" agent an" be pickin" blueberries into rowlin" stock. If he knew annything about balloons, he"d have a chanst; but we white men, Hinnissy, has all th" balloons. But, annyhow, he"s doomed, as Hogan says. Th" onward march iv th" white civilization, with morgedges an" other modhern improvements, is slowly but surely, as Hogan says, chasin" him out; an" th" last iv him"ll be livin" in a divin"-bell somewhere out in th" Pacific Ocean."
"Well," said Mr. Hennessy, the stout philanthropist, "I think so, an"
thin again I dinnaw. I don"t think we threat thim r-right. If I was th"
gover"mint, I"d take what they got, but I"d say, "Here, take this tin-dollar bill an" go out an" dhrink ye"ersilf to death," I"d say. They ought to have some show."
"Well," said Mr. Dooley, "if ye feel that way, ye ought to go an" inlist as an Indyun."
ON GOLF.
"An" what"s this game iv goluf like, I dinnaw?" said Mr. Hennessy, lighting his pipe with much unnecessary noise. "Ye"re a good deal iv a spoort, Jawnny: did ye iver thry it?"
"No," said Mr. McKenna. "I used to roll a hoop onct upon a time, but I"m out of condition now."
"It ain"t like base-ball," said Mr. Hennessy, "an" it ain"t like shinny, an" it ain"t like lawn-teenis, an" it ain"t like forty-fives, an" it ain"t"--
"Like canvas-back duck or anny other game ye know," said Mr. Dooley.
"Thin what is it like?" said Mr. Hennessy. "I see be th" pa-aper that Hobart What-d"ye-call-him is wan iv th" best at it. Th" other day he made a scoor iv wan hundherd an" sixty-eight, but whether "twas miles or st.i.tches I cudden"t make out fr"m th" raypoorts."
""Tis little ye know," said Mr. Dooley. "Th" game iv goluf is as old as th" hills. Me father had goluf links all over his place, an", whin I was a kid, "twas wan iv th" princ.i.p.al spoorts iv me life, afther I"d dug the turf f"r th" avenin", to go out and putt"--
"Poot, ye mean," said Mr. Hennessy. "They"se no such wurrud in th"
English language as putt. Belinda called me down ha-ard on it no more thin las" night."
"There ye go!" said Mr. Dooley, angrily. "There ye go! D"ye think this here game iv goluf is a spellin" match? "Tis like ye, Hinnissy, to be refereein" a twinty-round glove contest be th" rule iv three. I tell ye I used to go out in th" avenin" an" putt me mashie like h.e.l.l-an"-all, till I was knowed fr"m wan end iv th" county to th" other as th"
champeen putter. I putted two men fr"m Roscommon in wan day, an" they had to be took home on a dure.
"In America th" ga-ame is played more ginteel, an" is more like cigareet-smokin", though less unhealthy f"r th" lungs. "Tis a good game to play in a hammick whin ye"re all tired out fr"m social duties or shovellin" c.o.ke. Out-iv-dure golf is played be th" followin" rules. If ye bring ye"er wife f"r to see th" game, an" she has her name in th"
paper, that counts ye wan. So th" first thing ye do is to find th"
raypoorter, an" tell him ye"re there. Thin ye ordher a bottle iv brown pop, an" have ye"er second fan ye with a towel. Afther this ye"d dhress, an" here ye"ve got to be dam particklar or ye"ll be stuck f"r th"
dhrinks. If ye"er necktie is not on sthraight, that counts ye"er opponent wan. If both ye an" ye"er opponent have ye"er neckties on crooked, th" first man that sees it gets th" stakes. Thin ye ordher a carredge"--
"Order what?" demanded Mr. McKenna.
"A carredge."
"What for?"
"F"r to take ye "round th" links. Ye have a little boy followin" ye, carryin" ye"er clubs. Th" man that has th" smallest little boy it counts him two. If th" little boy has th" rickets, it counts th" man in th"
carredge three. The little boys is called caddies; but Clarence Heaney that tol" me all this--he belongs to th" Foorth Wa-ard Goluf an"
McKinley Club--said what th" little boys calls th" players"d not be fit f"r to repeat.
"Well, whin ye dhrive up to th" tea grounds"--
"Th" what?" demanded Mr. Hennessy.
"Th" tea grounds, that"s like th" homeplate in base-ball or ordherin" a piece iv chalk in a game iv spoil five. Its th" beginnin" iv ivrything.
Whin ye get to th" tea grounds, ye step out, an" have ye"re hat irned be th" caddie. Thin ye"er man that ye"re goin" aginst comes up, an" he asks ye, "Do you know Potther Pammer?" Well, if ye don"t know Potther Pammer, it"s all up with ye: ye lose two points. But ye come right back at him with an" upper cut: "Do ye live on th" Lake Sh.o.r.e dhrive?" If he doesn"t, ye have him in th" nine hole. Ye needn"t play with him anny more. But, if ye do play with him, he has to spot three b.a.l.l.s. If he"s a good man an" shifty on his feet, he"ll counter be askin" ye where ye spend th" summer. Now ye can"t tell him that ye spent th" summer with wan hook on th" free lunch an" another on th" ticker tape, an" so ye go back three. That needn"t discourage ye at all, at all. Here"s yer chance to mix up, an" ye ask him if he was iver in Scotland. If he wasn"t, it counts ye five. Thin ye tell him that ye had an aunt wanst that heerd th" Jook iv Argyle talk in a phonograph; an" onless he comes back an"
shoots it into ye that he was wanst run over be th" Prince iv Wales, ye have him groggy. I don"t know whether th" Jook iv Argyle or th" Prince iv Wales counts f"r most. They"re like th" right an" left bower iv thrumps. Th" best players is called scratch-men."
"What"s that f"r?" Mr. Hennessy asked.
"It"s a Scotch game," said Mr. Dooley, with a wave of his hand. "I wonder how it come out to-day. Here"s th" pa-aper. Let me see. McKinley at Canton. Still there. He niver cared to wandher fr"m his own fireside.
Collar-b.u.t.ton men f"r th" goold standard. Statues iv Heidelback, Ickleheimer an" Company to be erected in Washington. Another Vanderbilt weddin". That sounds like goluf, but it ain"t. Newport society livin" in Mrs. Potther Pammer"s cellar. Green-goods men declare f"r honest money.
Anson in foorth place some more. Pianny tuners f"r McKinley. Li Hung Chang smells a rat. Abner McKinley supports th" goold standard. Wait a minyit. Here it is: "Goluf in gay attire." Let me see. H"m. "Foozled his aproach,"--nasty thing. "Topped th" ball." "Three up an" two to play."
Ah, here"s the scoor. "Among those prisint were Messrs. an" Mesdames"--
"Hol" on!" cried Mr. Hennessy, grabbing the paper out of his friend"s hands. "That"s thim that was there."
"Well," said Mr. Dooley, decisively, "that"s th" goluf scoor."
ON THE FRENCH CHARACTER.
"Th" Fr-rinch," said Mr. Dooley, "ar-re a tumulchuse people."
"Like as not," said Mr. Hennessy, "there"s some of our blood in thim. A good manny iv our people wint over wanst. They cudden"t all"ve been kilt at Fontenoy."
"No," said Mr. Dooley, ""tis another kind iv tumulchuse. Whin an Irishman rages, "tis with wan idee in his mind. He"s goin" for"ard again a single inimy, an" not stone walls or irne chains"ll stop him. He may pause f"r a dhrink or to take a shy at a polisman,--f"r a polisman"s always in th" way,--but he"s as thrue as th" needle in th" camel"s eye, as Hogan says, to th" objec" iv his hathred. So he"s been f"r four hundherd years, an" so he"ll always be while they"se an England on th"
map. Whin England purrishes, th" Irish"ll die iv what Hogan calls ongwee, which is havin" no wan in the weary wurruld ye don"t love.
"But with th" Fr-rinch "tis diff"rent. I say "tis diffrent with th"
Fr-rinch. They"re an onaisy an" a thrubbled people. They start out down th" street, loaded up with obscenthe an" cigareets, pavin" blocks an"
walkin" sthicks an" shtove lids in their hands, cryin", "A base Cap Dhry-fuss!" th" cap bein" far off in a cage, by dad. So far, so good. "A base Cap Dhry-fuss!" says I; "an" the same to all thraitors, an" manny iv thim, whether they ar-re or not." But along comes a man with a poor hat. "Where did he get th" hat?" demands th" mob. Down with th" bad tile!" they say. "A base th" lid!" An" they desthroy th" hat, an" th"
man undher it succ.u.mbs to th" rule iv th" majority an" jines th" mob. On they go till they come to a restaurant. "Ha," says they, "th" re-sort iv th" infamious Duclose." "His char-rges ar-re high," says wan. "I found a fish-bone in his soup," says another. "He"s a thraitor," says a third.
"A base th" soup kitchen! A base th" caafe!" says they; an" they seize th" unfortunate Duclose, an" bate him an" upset his kettles iv broth.
Manetime where"s Cap Dhry-fuss? Off in his comfortable cage, swingin" on th" perch an" atin" seed out iv a small bottle stuck in th" wire. Be th"
time th" mob has desthroyed what they see on th" way, they"ve f"rgot th"