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Updated: May 16, 2025
An' they conceal their grief Chris'mas mornin' an' thry to look pleasant with murdher in their hearts. "Some wan has always give me a Chris'mas prisint, though no wan has anny r-right to. But no wan iver give me annything I cud wear or ate or dhrink or smoke or curl me hair with.
He knows he'll get along all r-right on th' boolyvard. Th' men'll say: 'They'se a good deal of rugged common sinse in that O'Leary. He may be a robber, but they's mighty little that escapes him. But no wan speaks to Mrs. O'Leary. No wan asts her opinion about our foreign policy.
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.
"Iv coorse he's wrong," said Mr. Dooley. "He starts wrong. An' th' dimmycrats ar-re r-right. They're always r-right. Tis their position. Th' dimmycrats ar-re right an' the raypublicans has th' jobs. It all come up because our vinerated party, Hinnissy, ain't quick at th' count.
Friedrich pushed aside the cups and placed both elbows on the table. He seemed to Mrs. Carroll to have grown haggard since she had begun her recital. "Found me where?" he repeated for the third time. "You insist?" "It is my r-right." "They found you in in the jail." Mrs. Carroll turned away from the wretched man before her and sobbed undisguisedly. On them fell a quiet pregnant with emotion.
Hennessy, "that they're goin' to put a tax on bachelors. That's r-right. Why shudden't there be a tax on bachelors? There's one on dogs." "That's r-right," said Mr. Dooley. "An' they're goin' to make it five dollars a year. Th' dogs pay only two. It's quite a concession to us. They consider us more thin twice as vallyable, or annyhow more thin twice as dangerous as dogs.
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."
There ar-re twinty thousan' Rooshian Jews at a quarther a vote in th' Sivinth Ward; an', ar-rmed with rag hooks, they'd be a tur-rble thing f'r anny inimy iv th' Anglo-Saxon 'lieance to face. Th' Bohemians an' Pole Anglo-Saxons may be a little slow in wakin' up to what th' pa-apers calls our common hurtage, but ye may be sure they'll be all r-right whin they're called on.
'Give thim th' franchise, he says, 'or be this an' be that! he says, 'f'r we have put our hand to th' plough, an' we will not turn back, he says. "Kruger, that's th' main guy iv th' Dutch, a fine man, Hennissy, that looks like Casey's goat an' has manny iv th' same peculyarities, he says, 'All r-right, he says, 'I'll give thim th' franchise, he says. 'Whin? says Joe Chamberlain.
"Thot's all r-right, Misther Madden. We ar-re wid ye. I am always for law and ordher, Misther Madden, aven whin I am most disordherly," "That ees true, he ees," nodded Deschaillon. "And I always fight on th' wakest side no matther whether it's roight or wrong." "Hogan ees a chevalier, no matter eef he does have to paint," corroborated the Frenchman. "Are all the other boys in with Smith?"
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