Mr. Dooley Says | Page 5

an' a frilled
night-cap on her head. But Hogan says she had a tongue sharper thin
George's soord, she insulted all his frinds, an' she was much older thin
him. As f'r George, he was a case. I wish th' counthry had got itsilf a
diff'rent father. A gr-reat moral rellijous counthry like this desarves a
betther parent.
"They were all alike. I think iv Bobby Burns as a man that wrote good
songs, aven if they were in a bar'brous accint, but Hogan thinks iv him
as havin' a load all th' time an' bein' th' scandal iv his parish. I remimber
Andhrew Jackson as th' man that licked th' British at Noo Orleans be
throwin' cotton bales at thim, but Hogan remimbers him as a man that
cudden't spell an' had a wife who smoked a corncob pipe. I remimber
Abraham Lincoln f'r freein' th' slaves, but Hogan remimbers how he
used to cut loose yarns that made th' bartinder shake th' stove harder
thin it needed. I remimber Grant f'r what he done ar-round Shiloh whin
he was young, but Hogan remimbers him f'r what he done arr-ound

New York whin he was old.
"An' so it goes. Whin a lad with nawthin' else to do starts out to write a
bi-ography about a gr-reat man, he don't go to th' war departmint or th'
public library. No, sir, he begins to search th' bureau dhrawers, old
pigeon-holes, th' records iv th' polis coort, an' th' recollections iv th'
hired girl. He likes letters betther thin annything else. He don't care
much f'r th' kind beginning: 'Dear wife, I'm settin' in front iv th' camp
fire wearin' th' flannel chest protector ye made me, an' dhreamin' iv ye,'
but if he can find wan beginnin': 'Little Bright Eyes: Th' old woman has
gone to th' counthry,' he's th' happiest bi-ographer ye cud see in a
month's thravel.
"Hogan had wan iv thim books in here th' other day. 'Twas written by a
frind, so ye can see it wasn't prejudiced wan way or another. 'At this
time,' says the book, 'an ivint happened that was destined to change th'
whole coorse iv our hero's life. Wan day, while in a sthreet car, where
he lay dozin' fr'm dhrink, he awoke to see a beautiful woman thryin' to
find a nickel in a powder puff. Th' brutal conductor towered over her,
an' it was more thin th' Gin'ral cud bear. Risin' to his feet, with an oath,
he pulled th' rope iv th' fare register an' fell off th' car.
"Th' incident made a deep impression on th' Gin'ral. I have no doubt he
often thought iv his beautiful Madonna iv th' throlly, although he niver
said so. But wan night as he staggered out iv th' dinin'-room at th'
German Ambassadure's, who shud he run acrost but th' fair vision iv th'
surface line. She curtsied low an' picked him up, an' there began a
frindship so full iv sorrow an' happiness to both iv thim. He seldom
mintioned her, but wan night he was heard to mutter: 'Her face is like
wan iv Rembrand's saints.' A few historyans contind that what he said
was: 'Her face looks like a remnant sale,' but I cannot believe this.
"They exchanged brilliant letters fr manny years, in fact ontil th'
enchanthress was locked up in an insane asylum. I have not been able
to find anny iv his letters, but her's fell into th' hands iv wan iv his
faithful servants, who presarved an' published thim. (Love an' Letters iv
Gin'ral Dhreadnaught an' Alfaretta Agonized; Stolen, Collected an'
Edited be James Snooper.) * * * Next year was mim'rable f'r his

gloryous victhry at Punkheim, all th' more wondherful because at th'
time our hero was sufferin' fr'm deleeryyum thremens.
"It shows th' fortitude iv th' Gin'ral an' that he was as gr-reat a liar as I
have indicated in th' precedin' pages, that with th' cheers iv his sojers
ringin' in his ears, he cud still write home to his wife: 'Ol' girl--I can't
find annything fit to dhrink down here. Can't ye sind me some cider
fr'm th' farm.' * * * In 1865 he was accused iv embezzlemint, but th'
charges niver reached his ears or th' public's ontil eight years afther his
death. * * * In 67' his foster brother, that he had neglected in Kansas
City, slipped on his ballroom flure an' broke his leg. * * * In '70 his
wife died afther torturin' him f'r fifty years. They were a singularly
badly mated couple, with a fam'ly iv fourteen childher, but he did not
live long to enjoy his happiness. F'r some reason he niver left his house,
but passed away within a