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There ar-re no frinds at cards or wurruld pollyticks. Th' deal changes an' what started as a frindly game iv rob ye'er neighbor winds up with an old ally catchin' me pullin' an ace out iv me boot an' denouncin' me." "Sure thim little fellows wud niver tackle us," said Mr. Hennessy. "Th' likes iv thim!" "Well," said Mr. Dooley, "'tis because they ar-re little ye've got to be polite to thim.
An' phwin ar-re ye goin' to be marrit? For, av she's proud av ye, ye'll marry her but av she takes ut as a mather av coorse let some wan ilse git stung." Bill regarded the old man sharply, but in his bearing was no hint of jesting nor raillery, and the little eyes were serious. "Yes, there was a girl," said Bill slowly; "but she she does not know." "So ye've had a scrap wid her, too!
With a leap in th' air th' bold wolf put to rout a covey iv muskrats, those evil sojers iv fortune that ar-re seen hoverin' over ivry animile battlefield. Wan blow iv his paw broke th' back iv th' buffalo. With another he crushed a monsthrous sage hen, at wanst th' most threacherous an' th' hardiest iv th' beasts iv th' wild.
Ye ar-re mussy at th' table, an' ye have no religion. But ye ar-re whelps iv th' ol' line. Those iv ye that ar-re not our brothers-in-law we welcome as brothers. Ye annoy us so much ye must be mimbers iv our own fam'ly.
I had just won thirty millyon dollars fr'm him throwin' dice, an' he remarked to me 'I bet it's hot in Chicago. But about eight thirty, th' wind, which had been blowin' acrost th' brick-yard, changed into th' northeast an' I moved back to Newpoort." "Ar-re ye crazy fr'm th' heat?" Mr. Hennessy asked. "Divvle th' bit," said Mr.
Father Kelly sniffed th' air whin he come in; an' says he, 'Terence, what's th' matther with ye'er catch basin? 'I dinnaw, growled Terence. 'Well, says Father Kelly, 'ye put on ye'er hat this minyit, an' go out f'r a plumber, he says. 'I'm not needed here, he says. 'Ye'er sowls ar-re all r-right, he says; 'but ye'er systems ar-re out iv ordher, he says.
In th' on'y part iv New York ye iver read about ar-re there no churches or homes in New York, but on'y hotels, night resthrants, an' poolrooms? in th' on'y part iv New York ye read about he cud be seen anny night sittin' where th' lights cud fall on his bald but youthful head. "An' how was it all this time in dear old Mud Center?
Whin th' man gets through he goes to th' window an' waits to see whether th' polisman that wint into th' saloon is afther a dhrink or sarvin' a warrant. If he comes r-right out 'tis a warrant. Thin he sets back in a chair an' figures out that th' pitchers on th' wall pa-aper ar-re all alike ivry third row.
"Was th' sojer under th' influence?" asked Mr. Hennessy. "Ye might say he was," said Mr. Dooley. "That is, ye might say so if ye didn't know that th' dhrinkin' habits iv' th' army have been rayformed. Didn't ye know they were? They ar-re. Yes, sir.
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