I think his name is Flannigan. He used to wurruk f'r th' Mitchigan Cinthral,' says he. An' there ye ar-re again' Hinnissy. Ye can believe me or not, but they're all alike, man, woman or child. F'r a wurruld's fair is no rollin'-mills.
T is a big circus with manny rings.
An' that's what it ought to be. But they're run f'r a good time an' a deffycit. They tell me th' wan we had give an impetus, what iver that is, to archytecture that it has n't raycovered fr'm yet. Afther th' fair, ivrybody that was annybody had to go to live in a Greek temple with an Eyetalian roof an' bay-windows. An' they do th' city good in wan way.