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'They can't beat him. 'Who? says I. 'Winter, iv coorse. 'Is he a nice man? says I. 'Wan iv th' finest men on earth, he says. 'A spoort, too, he says. 'An' liberal. "He was in here iliction day, an' I had Hinnissy's kid runnin' fr'm th' station with rayturns. Maloney was talkin' to th' crowd an' buyin' dhrinks.

'I had it right befure I come up, he says, 'but I missed me holt whin th' crowd come. Me heart's broke, he says. 'Th' cornet's not ye'er insthrument, says Dorsey. 'Ye shud thry to play th' base dhrum. It's asier." "Is that all that's going on?" asked Mr. McKenna. "That an' th' death iv wan iv Hinnissy's goats, Marguerite. No, no, not that wan. That's Odalia. Th' wan with th' brown spots.

"I had no more thought whin I wint over with him that th' silly goat 'd thry his pranks thin I have iv flyin' over this here bar mesilf. Hinnissy is let me see how ol' Hinnissy is. He was a good foot taller thin me th' St. John's night whin th' comet was in th' sky. Let me see, let me see! Hinnissy's oldest brother was too old to inlist in th' army. Six an' thirty is thirty-six.

He says th' more he practises medicine th' more he becomes a janitor with a knowledge iv cookin'. He says if people wud on'y call him in befure they got sick, he'd abolish ivry disease in th' ward except old age an' pollyticks. He says he's lookin' forward to th' day whin th' tillyphone will ring an' he'll hear a voice sayin': 'Hurry up over to Hinnissy's.

"Carey or Clancy?" "I think, by dad," said Mr. Dooley, "that Hinnissy's crazy." "I always thought so," said Mr. McKenna, amiably. "But what's he been doin' of late?" "Well, I took him down to see th' good la-ads havin' fun with th' opprissors iv th' people at th' Colliseem, said Mr. Dooley. "I had no ticket, an' he had none.

Hinnissy, th' gay young man; Hinnissy, th' high-hearted, divvle-may-care sphread-th'-light, Hinnissy's been skatin' again. May th' Lord give that man sinse befure he dies! An' he needs it right away. He ain't got long to live, if me cousin, Misther Justice Dooley, don't appoint a garjeen f'r him.