Savannah courier. (Savannah, Tenn.) 1885-1979, 1888-11-29
MRS. M'LooNErs VIEWS.
Sensible Sentiments on the Woman Suf
frage Question Crudely Expressed.

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saw me chance? Faith, an / wud, thin!
An wus it consarnin' meself We wus a
wunthrin' cud tell the rason why I'd
like to be talkin' meself to tn pollsP
faith, an l kin tell ye that, too!'' :
The assessor, on his rounds, had
questioned the sad-eyed woman, think
ing to make the comely face brighten
with smile, but she took him up with
a seriousness and volubility he had not
anticipated. She did not know the MS.
sess0r's name, but with true Irish tact
applied a name TO suit herself. She
repeated:
''Indade anil kin, Misther r-Misther
Man, and it's yerself II shy as me rasons
are sound like.
:'lf the wimmens wus give th' right
to spake for themselves votin' day, do
yees think it wud be old Pete Devlin as
wud swape Until his money drawer all
the wages-ol McLooney, let alone tn
pay O all tn ither men rs lives here in
Kings alleyP Faith, an it wudn't,
thin! ~ iH1
'It's ifleself l can tell ye, Misther
Man, as gifts up wi tn light in the
marnin', an there's niver tn morn but
McLo6ney goes out to his work wi d
good hot male ihtil him; th' best | can
schrape togither an cook, an' | says to
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him ev'ry day; says I, Now, McLootfey,
me by, yen Bring tn wages to yer Darn
Biddy tn night shure, won't ye nowp
An himself IL promise to do JUS as /
AK him, but alack! before tn night
comes on, McLooney goes by ole
Devlin's den, an the schmell o tn
liquor comes stamin' out, an it's hot
and thirsty poor McI4ooney 18th de-
Gavin crathur-an' it's standin' at tn
door ole Devlin is, to urge me mans
takin' a leetle dhrink, ans it's off goes
all thoughts O. meself an tn hungry
chiidher, an how Tim wants shoes to his
late, al Patsy has niver decent jacket
TO his leet1e back, an it's Until tn s'loon
goes McLooney an it's tiiver a bit O
tn days wages goes Until me own
parket or inside q TIL hungry childher's
mouths, an isn't it meself wud like to
vote to prevent all that mis'ry If | Gud,
will you AK me that, Misther Man!
d II mind me sum ghreat grudges I've
got agin tn dhrink an thin as sells it,
that's loike TO 60 wi me to me grave.
faith an they are thin!
:" ''Will ye AK me bout tn time as me
little Mike ttik sick, an not a man in
tn alley as wis sober 'nuff to lend me a
helpin han, an meself crazy wild TIL
look O. TIL chile.
at wus spasms he wus in. an Bridgy
Blynn wus off a-washin' and Misthress
Doyle was down wild a baby three days
ole, an Katie Swaney wus hangin'
aroun' Devlin's, thryin' to git Swaney
out O. tn place an home, an niver n
sowl wis there to help, an me swate
4 by a dyin' wild tn spasms.
"Well, | had his little fate in hot wa
ther, am rag o cowld wather on his
head, when in reeled McIsooney. an
oh! McLooney, McLooney,' cried, go
Straight for the docther, do yees see
how fast dear little Mike is fadin away
an LAWN lis, an what will his poor
mother 90 wid'out him?
'An' What did poor tipsy McLooney
doth baste!
.,Ies' look at tn chile an threw i'm
self on TO tn bed an to slape he wint,
an cud no more rouse him than cud
rouse tn dead. An Oh Lord! Oh Lord
me poor baby died an cryin' him for
.h' love O. Heaven not to lave mel"
Biddy's apron went over her head,
and her form swayed in speechless griet
for moment while the assessor could
only look his sympathy. Pretty soor
she recovered herself and went on;
"It's not the blessed little angel
need be cryih' for inny longer, but it''
him as has cum after, as meets me
tears, an me vote, too, Misther Man.
,,It's the dear childher that / Low,
wild livery breath O. my body I wants tC
see eddicated and made dacent men of
as Tn toilin' for now.
"Do ye think it's emmy dacent mother
as wud see her Darn flesh an BLOOD
KEEP athome for want o clo'es fit to b,
seenP
"An' it's not McLooney at all, at all
as means to pinch his wife an childhe
wild want It's all alarng o. there bein
no law agin TIL sellin' o. pizen dhrink
that traps poor. dear McLooney-th
drivilin' piece that he is!
HE wor a fine-lookin' gintlemal
agin' tn day we wor married as i've
ye'd wish to see. His eyes was brigh
as stars, an he stud as straight as a
arrer, an was that sthrong he cud ais
airn his three dollars day; but now it
meself must git tn breakfast in II
marnin', thin git me to tn washin al
day, an tn childher runnin' tn
sthreets wild. an havin' all ! kin d
to cover thin dacint, an git morsel ,
food agin' they'd stharve, an the rir
gittin' forenist O. me, an himself
dhrinkin' an dhrinkin' whenever b
gifts sthray job en- bit O. pay, that
poor McLocney-th' miserable era.
thur!
AN what wud me votin' hev to 3
wild all this, will ye ask me that. Mi
ther Mane Faith. an it's Biddy NJ
Looney viii tell yees that too.