The herald., 1896-07-26
TAMMANY TINS TALE
ON DE AVENOO PUSH

NEW YORK CITY, July 16.-Say! this
duck Bryan's all right. He won't do a
thing to Mckinley. oh, no, Just go over
the sucker like a sprinkline cart, that's
all. Run? This guy Bryans goin' to
scorch through. He's out to make d rec
ord of your life,
An don't You take to bleedin' at d. nose
about silver. She's all right, silver is.
| Silver's goin' to finish in front or I'm
dead nutty.
I've been permeatinn' about in d push,
see, An I'm gettin' on to public opinion.
Take me tip on it, Bryan and silver is
takin wild d gang like so many lottery
tickets. They's as much stuck on d tick
ct an platform as a hound pup on a
butcher shop.
But there's one thing this campaign
needs. It's a night school to teach g'og-
raphy, see. What lot of these stiffs
don't know about the size of this coun-
try would make a college education
On the dead. l carom on no end of dubs
who don't know there's any land west of
Moo Jersey. Them's d marks who 5
talkin' bolt.
It's the other night when I drops into
Red Ferguson'S saloon over on d av-
enoo. I'm strong on d. avenoo an Red
Ferg's joint is one Of me hold outs. It's
great place for me push t gather an
lush, an sling lip until they gets d rights
of things. AS l wheels into Ferg's, me
old hummin' mate is behind the bar.
"Hows she holdin'. Red?" l says, as
I fronts to the counter. Red is a re-
formed sailorman. an him an me gets
nautical in our langWdge.
IVES hove to off the Head" says Red,
"hyin signals an waitin' for a pilot.
Some of these swabs is sayin' bolt an
some says stick If we ever gets it
settled, bolt or stick, we knows more
where we's goin."
"Hows it wild you, Red? ?" says
I'm for sticl1in" says Red But.
Tim, who's this Bryan? He's a new
one on me. What's he good for; an
what's his speshulty?"
Hes an Indian" says Cassidy, who
sticks in his CAB. There amt a thing
but Indians where he comes from. an
he's one. You bet your life. l bolts
him, bolts him dead"
Cassidy" l says, 'it wasn't up to
you-wasn't your turn, see. But you're
always nosin' round to display your
ignorance. OF course, you bolts. Your
sort of sucker always bolts. There
amt one of youse got as much sense as
a hitchin' post. This man Bryan's on
the level; an is as wise a guy as ever
comes down the pike. An he's one of
us, see. an understands d langWidge
of our tribe. He's good enough for Tam
many Tim, an what's good enough for
Tammany Tim comes pretty near dom
for any Cassidy that ever owes a beer
bill"
BE now there's a dozen of me push
about an as they chips in one after
d'other, it turns out Cassidy's d only boil
ter. We all beers up an then | lays for
Cassidy for what thin Speechfyin' marks
an spellbinders calls 'd'moral effect
Cassidy" l says, bracin' back agin
the bar cause I'm out to give d'duffer
run for his stuff, and make a horrible ex-
ample of him. Cassidy now you's bolt
who're you runnin wild? Wild Corny
Bliss an Ellery Anderson an the silk
stockin's, l suppose. Don't you know
such gumshoe push won't stand for
such as you second? Not on your life!
They won't have you at no price.
Cassidy l goes on, Il should s'pose
you'd tumble TO yourself. You ups am
bolts widout waitin' for me or some of d.
quarterback eliment to give you d.
hunch. Youse out of the Democracy
Cassidy; outside d breastworks, an now
if you're anything you're a political
foundlin'. You've quit the Democracy.
an you cant catch on no place else
S'pose you didn't like Bryan; an while
you don't know lick about it, s'pose
you couldn't go free silver. 1t was your
cue, Cassidy to lay dead-see,
But no! Such gazeybos as you can't
lay dead. Out you must get an make
d roar.
"Such dubs as you. Cassidy, makes me
sick There ought to be some duck on
earth wild nothin' to do but give you a
t'ump in de t'eet every time you tries to
talk. He ought to have nothin on his
mind except to give such mugs as you
a rap on your Roosevelts every time you
say bolt 1t 'ud be the maxim of youse.
But you've bolted, an now you're an