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"We ought to do it, annyhow," said Mr. Hennessy stoutly.
"We wud," said Mr. Dooley, "if we were sure we cud lave it aftherwards."
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"I don't think," said Mr. Dooley, "that me frind Willum Jennings Bryan
is as good an orator as he was four years ago."
"He's th' grandest talker that's lived since Dan'l O'Connell," said Mr.
Hennessy.
"Ye've heerd thim all an' ye know," said Mr. Dooley. "But I tell ye he's
gone back. D'ye mind th' time we wint down to th' Coleesyum an' he come
out in a black alapaca coat an' pushed into th' air th' finest wurruds
ye iver heerd spoke in all ye'er bor-rn days? 'Twas a balloon ascinsion
an' th' las' days iv Pompey an' a blast on th' canal all in wan. I had
to hold on to me chair to keep fr'm goin' up in th' air, an' I mind that
if it hadn't been f'r a crack on th' head ye got fr'm a dillygate fr'm
Westconsin ye'd 've been in th' hair iv Gin'ral Bragg. Dear me, will ye
iver f'rget it, th' way he pumped it into th' pluthocrats? 'I tell ye
here an' now,' he says, 'they'se as good business men in th' quite
counthry graveyards iv Kansas as ye can find in the palathial lunch-
counthers iv Wall street,' he says. 'Whin I see th' face iv that man who
looks like a two-dollar pitcher iv Napolyeon at Saint Heleena,' he says,
'I say to mesilf, ye shall not--ye shall not'--what th' divvle is it ye
shall not do, Hinnissy?"
"Ye shall not crucify mankind upon a crown iv thorns," said Mr.
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