Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1886-12-26
orooLE AND THE MONKEY.
How Garibaldrs Pet Created n Big Scare
Boston Globe


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 a domestic nature. The other
day Mrs. OToole met Mrs. Mccarthy upon
the parapets.
sara, good mornin', Mrs. Mccarthy"
said Mrs. O'Toole.
GOOD mornin', Mrs. 0'Toole."
''Yera, Mrs. Mccarthy, did yez hear
about me man 0Toole ?"
'Throuth an Oh didn't then. Plat
happened to him, ashore
"Ah, 90 away out Of that. lis the way
yez heard allabout it and yer maxim game
of me-"
'sThat l may niver see another tub OF
suds if Oh ever heard wurd abOutit And
plat is it at all at alp"
"Oh! Mrs. Mccarthy, ye know OToole
is very fond Of his bitthers, and it amt be-
hind the door he'd put dhrop when he
has chance"
'Wisha, the back O. me hand to yez.
And shure it's many dacent man that
takes dhrop of the erathur wuns and a
phile."
'"Tis thrue for yez' Mrs. Mccarthy.
Well, O'TOOle whit out the other night
with his friend Roger O'Mahoney. Shure
tits will Oh knew he couldn't have look
nor grace with that blaggard O'Mahoney.
Phin he was goin' out SEE Oi to him,
'O'Toole,' SEE Oh: BE home by 8 o'clock;
do yez hear me?' Well, Mrs. Mccarthy,
to make long sthory short, me toine
O'Toole walks home to me at 2 o'clock IN
the mornin'. HE was as dhrunk as
lobster. He SEE to me as soon as he gets
in. oh, se4he, yer waitin, my catbird,
for me- 'Phats that?' SEE Oi. That's
song SEE he % may the devil fly away
wild yez for a mess Of snail potatoes, SEE
Oh, and up stairs Oi goes for
meself and slammed the door and left him
there. We'll, Mrs. Mccarthy, would you
behave it, but 0TOole was that dhrunk
that instid of goin' TO his bed loik dacent
gintleman he goes down cellar and tum-
bles on top of hape of coal and there he
shapes all the night long. Shure, Mrs.
Mccarthy, whin Oh got up in the mornin'
and didn't see him Oh 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
dint Oi heerd divil OF a racket down in
the cellar. Oi rushed down aud glory be
to Peter and the mimmery of Pettycoat
Loose plat do you think Oh saw"
"And plat did yez see, Mrs. O'TOOle?"
"Oh! Mrs. Mccarthy, If yez war there
We would have killed yerself laughin'. We
know Mrs. Mccarthy, by the way, If no
harm, of course, that by of ours, Mickey
OToole, the night before sthole the mum
kee what belongs to Garribaldy, the Eye
Italian hand organ pan. And phare the
divil did he put him but down in the Gel
lar. Well, would We behave it, but phin
Oh rushed down there was O'ToOle on his
knee, and perched up on top of the bin
was that divil, the munkee. oh! EllenD
roared O'ToOle, as soon as he saw me, niver
risin' from his knees, fur the luv of God
bring me the holy wather till we Danish
him.
"'Banish whO?' SEE Oh.
"Him, SEE O'TOole, don't ycz 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 go. Oh!
yer maiisty, lave me to me wolfe and
childer, and DIN never dhrink another
dhrOp.' Wisha, twas so funny that |
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 inds. He throws
up his hands towards the munkee, crying
'Forgiv' me moi sins, and then he fell ina
dead faint. Me bruther Patrick and me-
self carried O'TOole up stairs and fur two
days he was out of his head, and mutherin'
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 yit.'
"And didn't yez till him that it wasn't
the divil a tall, tall?''
"Phist, come nearer, Mrs. Mccarthy"
"Phat is it, Mrs. O'TOOle?'
Mrs. Mccarthy, O'TOOle don't know
to this day that the divil he saw was the
Eyetalian's munkee.'
"Wisha, look at that fur you, Mrs.
O'TOole."
There's for yez, Mrs. Mccarthy
Good mOrnin', Mrs. OTOOle."
Good mOrnin', Mrs. Mccarthy