Observations by Mr Dooley | Page 9

weak.'
"Th' sicrety iv state was followed be th' ambassadure. 'I wish to tell ye,'
said he, 'what a good time I had in England. Befure I wint there I was
sthrongly prejudiced again' England. I thought it was th' noblest
counthry on which, as Dan'l Webster says, th' sun niver set without
hatchin' out a new colony. But I did it a great injustice. It is betther thin
what I thought. It does not care f'r chaff or gush such as goes down in
this counthry. All an English gintleman demands is that ye shall be
ye'ersilf, frank, manly an' sincere. A little cry on th' shouldher, a firm
grasp iv th' hand, a brief acknowledgment that we owe our language an'
are payin' it back, our lithrachoor an' our boots to him, an' his heart
opens. He cannot conceal his admiration f'r ye. He goes away. Ah,
niver will I f'rget th' day I peeked out iv me bed-room window at
Windsor Castle an' see manny iv th' sturdy lielists here befure me bein'
received in th' back yard be th' king. I mind well th' wurruds that fell
fr'm his lips whin ye left to take lunch in th' rile woodshed. "Chote," he
says, "thim were a fine lot iv Americans," he says. "What thribe did ye
say they belonged to? Soos?" he says.'
"So th' avenin' proceeded until it was time to go home, whin th'
chairman proposed th' customary toast. 'Me lords an' gintlemen, charge
ye'er glasses an' jine me in a toast,' he says. 'His majesty Edward th'
Sivinth, iv Gr-reat Britain an' possibly Ireland, iv Inja, Egypt, iv
Austhralya, iv South Africa in a sinse, an' iv th' Dominions beyant th'
sea, includin' New York, King, Definder iv th' Faith. I hope I got it all
in.' 'Ye did,' said th' ambassadure. An' th' toast was dhrunk with
enthusyasm. Other toasts was dhrunk to th' rile fam'ly an' th' Protestant
Succession, to th' Jook iv Argyle who used to own Andhrew Carnaygie,
an' in manny cases th' rile merchants carrid th' glasses away in their
pockets. Jus' as th' comp'ny was breakin' up a man whose gaiters
creaked rose an' said: 'Isn't there wan more toast?' 'Good hivins have I
f'rgotten somewan?' said Lord Cheeseshop. 'That was all there was in
th' book. Who d'ye mane?' he says. 'I mane th' prisidint iv th' United

States,' says th' man, who comes fr'm Baraboo. 'Oh him,' says th'
chairman in a relieved tone. 'Well, annywan that wants to can dhrink
his health at th' bar,' he says.
"As th' comp'ny filed out a band was playin' in th' adjinin' room where
they was a meetin' iv th' Amalgamated Stove-polish men fr'm th'
neighborhood iv Terry Hut. 'What's that outlandish chune?' says Lord
Cheeseshop. ''Tis th' naytional air, west iv Hoboken,' says th' man fr'm
Baraboo. 'What's it called?' says Lord Cheeseshop. 'Th' Star Spangled
Banner,' says th' man. 'Well,' says Lord Cheeseshop, ''tis very
intherestin',' he says. ''Tis th' on'y Indyan music I iver heerd,' he says."
"Ah well," said Mr. Hennessy, " who cares?"
"Faith I think ye're right," said Mr. Dooley. "A man will swallow
annything with a dinner. What is good f'r what Hogan calls th'
iliminthry canal has nawthin' to do with th' Nicaragoon Canal an' I'd be
more afraid iv Lord Cheeseshop if he thought th' toast an' didn't say it.
Our Anglo-Saxon relations is always a give-away --on some wan."

Art Patronage

"I see in this pa-aper," said Mr. Dooley, "they'se a fellow kickin'
because an American painther ain't got anny chanst again' foreign
compytition."
"Sure," said Mr. Hennessy; "he's aisy displazed. I niver knew th'
business to be betther. Wages is high an' 'tis a comfortable thrade
barrin' colic."
"I don't mane that kind iv painthers," said Mr. Dooley. "I don't mane th'
wans that paint ye'er barn, but th' wans that paints a pitcher iv ye'er
barn an' wants to sell it to ye f'r more thin th' barn is worth. This man
says no matther how industhrees an American painther is, no matther if
he puts on his overalls arly in th' mornin' an' goes out with a laddher an'

whales away all day long, he can hardly arn a livin', while th' pauper
artists iv Europe is fairly rowlin' in th' lap iv luxury. Manny a la-ad that
started in life with th' intintion iv makin' th' wurruld f'rget that what's
his name--Hogan's frind--ye know who I mane--Michael Angelo--ever
lived, is now glad to get a job decoratin' mountain scenery with th'
latest news about th' little liver pills.
"Ye see, Hinnissy, whin a man gets hold iv a large hatful iv money,
wan iv th' first things he does is to buy some