He must've had something in his hand, f'r the pa-aper said he cut him.
P'raps 'twas his scipter. An' now no wan'll speak to Willum Waldorf
Asthor, an' he's not goin' to be a jook at all, an' he may have to come
back here an' be nachurlized over again like a Bohamian. He's all broke
up about it. He's gone to Germany to take a bath."
"Lord, help us," said Mr. Hennessy, "can't he get wan nearer home?"
"It seems not," said Mr. Dooley. "Mebbe the Prince iv Wales has had th'
wather cut off. He has a big pull with th' people in th' city hall."
DOINGS OF ANARCHISTS
"Why should anny man want to kill a king?" said Mr. Dooley. "That's
what I'd like to know. Little gredge have I again' anny monarch in th'
deck. Live an' let live's me motto. Th' more ye have in this wurruld th'
less ye have. Make in wan place, lose in another's th' rule, me boy.
Little joy, little sorrow. Takin' it all an' all I'd rather be where I
am thin on a throne, an' be th' look iv things I'll have me wish. 'Tis
no aisy job bein' a king barrin' th' fact that ye don't have to marry
th' woman iv ye'er choice but th' woman iv somebody else's. 'Tis like
takin' a conthract an' havin' th' union furnish th' foreman an' th'
mateeryal. Thin if th' wurruk ain't good a wild-eyed man fr'm Paterson,
Noo Jarsey, laves his monkey an' his hand organ an' takes a shot at ye.
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