Wheeling register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1878-1935, 1886-12-23
OTOOLE AND THE MONKEY.
How Garibaldrs Pet Created Big scare.
B0SfOa Gil.hS

How Garibaidis Pet Created Big scare.
Boston GLOBE. ~,
Bobby Boo" is big tenement house
in the Eighth ward. There are many ma
tionalities beneath its roof Sometimes
the women folk meet upon the roof to hang
out the family washing and to discuss
questions OF domestic nature. The other
day Mrs. O'ToOle met Mrs. Mccarthy upon
the parapets.
Ara, good mornin', Mrs. Mccarthy"
said Mrs. O'TOOle.
Good mornin', Mrs. O'TOOle"
Vera, Mrs. Mccarthy, did yez hear
about me man O'TOole >"
'Throuth an Oh didn't then. Plat
happened to him, asthOre?'
''Ah, 90 away out of that. lis the way
yez heard allabOut it and yer maxim game
OF me-"
That may niver see another tub of
SuGs if Oi ever heard a wurd aboutit. And
plat is il at all at alp"
"Oh, Mrs. Mccarthy, We know O'TOOle
iSyery fond OF. his bittherS, and it amt be-
hind the door he'd put a dhrop when he
bJS a chance
''Wisha, the hack o me hand to yez,
Aud shure tbs many Il daceut man that
takes q dhrop Of the crathur wuns and Il
phile."
''Tis thrue for yez' Mrs. Mccarthy.
Well. O'TOOle wint out the other night
with his friend Roger O'Mahoney. Shure
tbs will Oi knew he couldn't have look
nor grace with that blaggard O'MahOncy.
| Phin he WAS goin' out ser Oi TO him,
| 'O'ToOle, SRI III: BE home by . o'clock;
| 10 ytz hear me- Well Mrs. Mccarthy,
To make long sthory short, me fOine
| O'TOOle walks hOme To lie ut > o'clock IN
the mgInin'. He was as drunk rs Il
lobster lie SCI To me Is soon ~ he gets
n. oh, sezlhe, yer waitin,' my catbird,
Tor me 'Pha,s that SCI Oi. That's 4
song seZ he - rIly the devil fly away
Wild yez for a mess OF snail potatoes, SCI
Oi, and up stairs Ol goes for
meSeif and slammed the door and left him
there. We'll. Mrs. Mccarthy, would You
behave it, but O'Toolc was that dhrunk
hat instid OF goin' TO his bed lOik dacent
giutleman he goes down cellar and tum-
Dles on top of hape OF coal and there he
,iapes all the night long. Shure, Mrs.
Mccarthy, whin Oi got up in the mOrnin'
aud didn't see him Oi was mighty Altered
SOmethin' had happened to him. Oh
couldn't find him nowhere. Shure Oh was
around dom me wurk phin all NV sud
lint Oi heerd divil OF a racket down IN
the cellar. Oi rushed down and glory be
to Peter and the mimmery OF Pettycoat
Loose plat do you think Oh saw"
And plat did yez see, Mrs. % TOole:
'Oh, Mrs. Mccarthy, If yez war there
We would have killed yerSelf laughin'. le
know Mrs. Mccarthy, by the way, II no
harm, of course, that by Of ours, Mickey
O'Toole, the night before sthOle the mum
zee what belongs to Garribaldy, the Eye
Italian hand organ man. And phare the
diyil did he put him but down i'll the Gel
lar. Well, would We behave 1t, but phln
~ rushed down there WAS O'rOOle on his
knee and perched up on top OF the bin
was that divil, the munEee. oh, Ellen!
roared O'ToOle, aS soon ~ he saw me, niver
risin' from his knees, fur the luv of God
bring me the holy wather till we Danish
him.
Danish whO?' SEE Oi.
"Him, SEE O'TOole, don't yez see
him. the imp OF satan that come after me.
oh. Ellen, Danish him don't lave him
take me now, for Dim not fit To 60 Oh!
yer majistv, lave me TO me wolfe and
childer, and Oil never dhrink another
dhrOp.' WiSha, twas 50 funny that l
could hardly kape from laughin', and the
sight was so kOmmical that the munkee
his self begins to grin. With that
O'ToOle'S hair stood on iudS. He throws
ND his hands towards the munkee, crying
.Forgiv' me moi sins. and then he fell in
dead faint, Me bruther Patrick and me-
self carried O'TOOle up stairs, and fur two
DAYS he was out of his head, and mutherln
all the tOim. Don't lave him take me,
Ellen; Danish him till Oi have toim TO
pray for me soul oh. moi, but twas
funny, Mrs Mccarthy"
''Oh, wisha, wisha, but how Is he now,
Mrs. O'Toole:"
''Oh, he's all right now, but he's not
GOT over the Schere Wit
And didn't yez till him that it wasn't
the divil a tall, 4 tall?'
"Phist, come nearer, Mrs. Mccarthy.
''Phat is it, MrS. O'TOole?'
Mrs. Mccarthy, O'TOole don't know
to this day that the diyil he saw was the
Eyctaliau Smuukee.
''WiSha, look ut that fur you, MIS-.
O'TOOle"
There's for yez, Mrs. Mccarthy.
Good mornin', Mrs. O'TOOle.
Good mornin', Mrs Mccarthy
d. J. MCGRATH.