Jasper County Democrat, Volume 1, Number 21, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 3 September 1898 — MR. DOOLEY. [ARTICLE+ILLUSTRATION]

MR. DOOLEY.

His Cousin George. “If they don’t catch up with him pretty soon,” said Mr. Dooley, “he’ll fight his way ar-round th* wurruld an’ come out through Bar-saloona or Cades.” “Who’s that?” asked Mr. Hennessy. “Me Cousin George, no less,” said Mr. Dooley. “I suppose ye think th’ war is over an’ peace has rayturned jus’ because Tiddy Rosenfelt is back home again an’ th’ sojers ar-re hungry in New York ’stead It in Sandago. That’s where ye’re wrong, Hinnissy. That’s where ye’er wrong, me bucko. Th’ war is not over till Cousin George stops fightin’. Th’ Spanyarde have had enough, but among thrue fightin’ men it don’t make anny difTrence what th’ feelin’s iv th’ la-ad undherneath may be. ’Tis whin th’ man on top has had his fill iv fightin’ that th’ throuble’s over, an’ be th’ look iv things Cousin George has jus’ begun to take tay. “Whin me frind Mack con-cluded ’twas time f*r us to stop fightin’ ye thought that ended it. So did Mack. He says, says he: ‘Let us have peace,’ he says. An’ all th’ deuces in th’ deck begun to look like face car-rds again whin suddently there comes a message fr’m Cousin George. ‘ln pursooance iv ordhers that niver come,’ he says, ‘to-day th’ squadhron undher my command knocked th’ divvle out iv th’ fortifications iv th’ Ph’lippines, bombarded th’ city, an’ locked up th’ insurgent gln’raL The gov’nor got away be swimmln* aboord a Dutch ship an’ th’ Dutchman took him to Ding Dong. I’ll attind to th’ Dutchman some afthernooh whin I have nawthin’ else to do. I’m settin’ in the palace with me feet on th’ pianny. Write soon. I won’t get it. So no more at prisint fr’m ye’er ol’ frind an’ wellwisher, George Dooley.’ “How ar-re they goin’ to stop him? How ar-re they goin’ to stop him? There’s Mack on th* shore, shoutin’ ordhers. ‘Coine back,’ he says. ‘Come back, I command ye,’ he says. ‘George, come back,’ he says. ‘Th’ war is over,’ he says. ‘We’re at peace with th’ wurruld,’ he says. ‘George,’ he says, ‘George, be a good fellow,’ he says. ‘Lave up on thim,’ he says. ‘Hivins an’ earth, he’s batin’ that poor Spanyard with a pavin’ block. George, George, ye break me hear-rt,’ he says. “But George Dooley, he gives th’ wink io his frinds, an’ says he, ‘What’s that man yellin’ on th’ shore about?’ he says. ‘Louder,’ he says. ‘I can’t hear ye,’ he says. ‘Sing it,’ he says. ‘Write it to me on a postal ca-ard at Mahdrid,’ he says. ‘Don’t stop me now,’ he says. ‘This is me busy day,’ he says, an’ away he goes with a piece iv lead pipe in wan hand an* a couplin’ pin in th’ other. • “What’ll we do with him? We can’t catch up with him. He’s goin’ too fast. Mack’s a week behind him iv’ry time he stops annywhere. He has sthrung a throlley acrost th’ islands an’ he’s climbin’ monntains with his fleet. Th’ on’y thing I see, Hinnissy, that Mack can do is to go east an’ meet him cornin’ r-round. If he hurries he’ll sthrike him somewhere in Rooshia or Boohlgahria, an’ say to him: ‘George, th’ war’s over. Won’t ye come home with me?* I think he’ll listen to reason.” “I think a man ought to stop fightin’ whin th’ war is ended,” said Mr. Hennessy. “I dinnaw about that,” said Mr. Dooley. “He started without askin’ our i’ave an’ I don’t see what we’ve got to do with th* way he finishes. *Tis a tur-rble thing to be a man iv high sperrits, an’ not to know whin th’ other fellow’s licked.” —Chicago Journal.