Evening capital. (Annapolis, Md.) 1884-1910, 1890-11-06
CUT OFF IN THEIR PRIME.
now CAPTAIN TUNGTUNG OF THE BLACK
BYRON LOST HIS WHISPERS.

Heart Of my heart, Is it meet or wise
20 warn q man Of his enemies .
-IYussuf
An awful thing has happenell Ny
friend Private MuIcahey, who has served
the Widow all his life, is here in the city
Of democracy. This is how it wa:
It was sitting hot night and was
sitting on the river bank cooling my feet
Why should have been there at that
hour is question which only concerns
Chief Broder and the GOODNESS of the
,iveE Whether went to sleep in that
position or not. can not say. All that
| am certain Of is that ! suddenly heard
well known voice saying:
Mary, mother, and mercy. fwhat the
,livil possist me to come TO this melan-
.olious counthry?"
turned around and there was Null
cahey in the uniform of the Metropolitan
police. His lips were compressed and
his face was as black as thunderstorm
could see this by the light of his but
tons When he caught sight of me he
Said,
aCud yez tell that was iver martial
man? Don't spake. sorr, as you're
Htraining 'twixt oomplimenting the force
ind bemoaning the army.
And with that be sat down beside me-
I fished q bottle out of the river and held
it up.
might know'd you'd get liquor out
O. a blooming river, sorr, said Mulca-
hey gratefully.
He put the bottle TO his dry lips, and
then grouped himself in q picturesque
attitude in tobacco smoke.
a ter q while he began to talk dream
lily.
@Eyah, those days, those daysl Did
ye iver have onending divilment in all
yer days. sorr, with never a cent to
pay?"
@Just once-when pipeslayed Mrs.
Hauksbee's rickshaw" - but that is
another story which you will find in
my Canteen Canticles
"Did l ever tell you, sorr, of how
Captain Tungtung lost his whiskers ?"
@Never, / said.
@Eyah, but that was in the ould days.
was a corporal wanst in the unregen.
crate days Then ! was trying for my
shtripes, and was whipped on the peg
for thing you would puff q pipe at.
Eyahl"
I saw that he was getting dreamy,
aud knocking the ashes of my pipe out
on his bare arm, / said:
aThe other bottle, Mulcahey, is at the
bottom of the river. and never taste
-. - stsl A<r~, b<>xx, kl,a ro,,taft,
lost his whiskera
He settled himself comfortably and
began:
aWanst upon time was with the
Black Byrone. They war the rippinist
lot Of divils as iver fought for the Wildly.
The orfcers was divils, too. And Cap
tain Tungtung was the divirs own divil.
swan day, bein' martial idle. the rig
mint all got dhrunk. How does rig
mint get dhrunk2 How does sponge
get wets
aI was sitting on the ground in my
shirt, singing the Divil's Mass, when up
comes Captain Tungtung.
asThree hours can an kit, sez he. not
for being dhrnnk. but for having sung
the Devils Mass
~Me that was corpril wanst! Eyahl
When the can an kit was over. pond
hered the matther / was ondacintly
dhrunk in my legs yet But my head
was all reasonable.
@Whin reused shmiled to meself.
The captain was to go to danst that
night, an by this an by that. he wud
surely come home dhrunk wild the cham
pagne. ! hav dhrunk champagne me-
self-but that is another story, and il
may hav bin gooseberry juice.
To reshume. Ut came out as / had
premethitated. The captain came home,
sorr. in condition, which ! will obIither-
ate.
Ny militia BANTAM sez. there's
whiskers to be cut, an by the will Nv
God, It's Terence Kfulcahey win cut
Thin
II waits till the shnore Of him sounded
like the Dead March, and thin bland
anther's round an about til the sentry
Is shut Of me, an crawls into the cap
tain's bungalow an shaves the whiskers
OF his right cheek as clane as 3 whistle.
The captain. bein' heavy sleeper,
wuk up as the call for Parade waE
soundin'
sDid We liver hear q comp p'ny la1, sorn2
Il have--but that il In my Regimental
Rondeaux and an old story.
IF the Black Bgrone. Comp NJ D.nevel
LATED again, then they did The cap
tain. wild one cheek clane and an fligeni
whisker on the rema'nin' side, was a
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