The sun. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1833-1916, 1892-09-25
IT WORKED LIKE A CHARM
a POE7'S LITTLE GAME TO rRRl
GATE mrs 7HTRSIY THRO4I

The Michael Casey Society started rip.i,
but 1nstend Of Irish Literature II ,irl.
Revisei ~ Very Urscrnpulous Schrm~v
"'Tisa fearful thing to stand before the
platc-E'ass windows o! a splendid saloon anc
to realize that you are penniless." said Roge,
Mortimer. bon rirnnt igcrdteur. and rdconteur
" Fancy sees ths long rows Of bottles with
tl:Sir appropriate ar" understanding labels
ranged bchind the bar. Tho little PRIEST
with It's stimulating absinthc. the last resource
before tho inevitable madness Of dclirium
trcmcns. CLEANS emerald hued and hooking,
the golden champagne. innrisoncd sunlight
awnkens thoughts Of cool. bubblinC fountains
in mcmory's deep ravine; tho rudy brandy
combines dreams Of purple grapes and the
dark rims OF glowing tropic skies. BY
this time my palate is dry as timber.
while my tongue IL dry as Il bone in ~ desert.
Mike Cnscv owns the saloon. He knows mo.
consequently hc will not trust. Still. here lisa
glorious chance to test the superiority OF
mind over saloon Keeper. | enter boldly. aud
am greeted with II cordial Good day by tho
proprietor. lean ncgligently on the bar. He
serves two lusty longshOramen with cool. de-
licious bocr. Tho white foam drips down upon
the floor. Did 1an;aic: safer fortunes su,3
us mine? Casey wip,s of the bar. He knows
| am thirsty AZ Saharan sands; he sees it 10
my wi>tful eycs. lIo draws u glass "f beer
and sips it slowly. Tho sight is more than I
can bear. and ] turn away my head. But I
swear II dccr. fec-fo-n-ium oath to have q
drink at Casey's expense before I leave the
saloon. Turning to Casey | say:
"'By tho way. Casey. you are interested Ia
Irish literature. nrc you notT
Faith. l am. sir. Amt 1 aftlicr buyin'
three volumes OF Cartoons works. and haven't
l Moorc's ,o.ms. and Char les Levers stories
and Samuel Lovers Tales of tho Irish Peas
But here | interrupt him 10y asking. Ter.
haps you can tell me who wrote that beautiful
little poem beginning:
My blessing 20 Wild -. sweet Erin. 20, braRhr
NO. l cannot. sir: but the Poet Geosnesan
or Bryan McSwyny could tell yc. think.
casey is hrGinning t. he Interested. I
good deal, Of. assumed, earnestness. that
mink Irish ii,.,a.urr naJ been neyI.c,sd 81
lever. or" or lo SsS" n@waIayst Shall th"se riior%ir
Gus Grniusc- be allowed to siuniDrr forgotten.
ar @na AJAX take sn It upon u hSi@ssIi to Iri T,:' {" The e' site up
ton of the present generation the treasures OF
wit. nathpsi and drama buried on the shelves
,.Irotn :s YOU re H, right aH,;s sir sD, 1l!e w il ,dhe sniy;d in
dry you are. sir. this hot day. What'll you
take hoer. Casey takes s%cltzer.. We clink
glasses. ana l rTon9se me toast. health to
Have ye. amy plan in your head. sir. so
that we might get the b'ys a-radinR Irish
Yes Mike; 1h.ys a definite; feasible idea;
which | think. f3 tIid, be . carrieH out by y"I
",Anh what does thin letthers stand for?
Til" Michael Casey Society for the Revival
OF lriIh Litersture:' ! reply; ,r. vu.o An,
WY. risht here n your bask room. We
no dead beats: nice, respectable young men,
yon know: Attic Art NESTING We would elect
Die capacity of Treasurer .
sir gu ", haze sso e tG E.hte sa Hsn Id for Se,i GTssnI7 Tsie%
''Whatli be this time: sir An. take whiskev.
sir: take whiskey. shure beer is a Dootch-
I take the, suggestion. 1t is prime stuff.
It fingers gratefully on my palate; As / set
d fo prep my s. a sab ! snfsfisI 1@as IT. T Gasey e tsi Til!
preamble. ai!si when | write ny own name:
that | am u little short Of change. Casey says
that's all right. and puts down Ills name, for So,
stationery. ! then suggest TO Casey that il
w !T%s he e. well Yell fer tbn him to p pr R.isn a R paper on
E'Irsry' ,r ,Is l ~ i a. at t3s t sgsk snttHsr l dTfnt :
1t ta se ens sA.sasHit | ,f that 'f I will hl% aaS Eeas the
nature, If Mayor Grant. Chapncey Depew.
Eugene Kelly. .Soier Flynn. and a few other
wealthy men Win WHOM 1 !" uclualnt0u. N0
take Il parting drink. also ut Cascy's expense.
lie follows me to the door and says in Il voice
husky with emotion:
"iou're II true friend OF tho Irish race
-! walk un steadily away musinr on the ere:
dulity of the human race. and mora than half
nslieye in the old dysneptis Cnrlyte,s remark.
England has "A population OF 2t,OOU.UOO.
mostly fools l invest the 81 given m. by
Casey in liquid sundries durin! the Hext two
days. hut | am dead broke ON the third day.
Then | call OIL. Casey again. He is uverJoy.d
TO 80" ne. He has passed twelve hours In the
Aston Library and has prepared an exhaustive
!nlrr. On The Life, and Character OF Bran
HUrn.' Irongratulate himn his literary ability.
II" slide, the whisk"y bottle over the bar. We
irri.lie. then show him II list Of f!ty names. OF
the most prominent citizens OF New York city
wiIu unvc each apparently subscribed from $40
To 500 apiece, Casey is amazed. Ms generous
impulses and pride are touched. He hands mo
another - note. | remain in thu" saloon tor
five hours. drinking the health OF the Michael
Casey society every ten minutes. and reach
home. in II delightfully."- mellow condition. in a
cab puir for 'y the President Of tho new Or
GaniHNtion. ] haven't seen Casey. for two
weeks. understand that he has bought Q
new Winchester. but | am not at all anxious
TO inspect it,"