The age-herald., 1897-09-29
D00LEY ON ANARCHISTS.

From the Chicago Evening Post.
 "If half th men iv this counthry was as tough as they'd like to make thim- silves out it'd be no place fir 6 white man to live in,'' said MT. Dool=y.
 What makes ye say that?' demanded Mir. Hennessy.
 T was r-readin' tn speeches iv taim la-ads at tn socialist meet:n' tn other night. They was meejum sthrong. Wan mild an amyable philosopher was in favor iv placin' a small bunch iv din nyn1ite urdher ivry naytional bank in Chicago, as if tn naytiona1 banks cud be busted be dlnnymite afther two years experyence with Dimon' Match an Wisi Chicago. Another pote was determined that tn workingmen iv Chicago ehud ar-am themselves with Winchester rifles an thin stand on tn corner regardless iv tn game laws an pump bullets into ivry passing capitalist. Still another la-ad swore that he welcomed blood, an if nicissry to tn prisirva. tion iv our lib- critics wud swim in it. Now that sounds bad, an if I didn't know tn la-ads I'd fear to go to bed iv nights. But I know th.m. Wan fv thim-th' dinnymite la-ad-is a barber an has no more ides iv what dinnymite is than tn man in tn moon. Tn la-ad that wants Winchesters lost his weeks salary thryin' to knock tn babies down at tn las picnic iv tn County Dimocracy Tn ia-ad that wanted to swim in blood has been thryin' fir to get a job in tn wather office.
 "So they go, an I'm not afraid. Tn American rivolutionist is tn mos peaceful man on earth. He's as law abidin', as cam an as good-natured as amy Twin man. Did ye iver hear iv wan iv trim torch an boom lads swing i'm D torch or peggin' a boom? Not wan. Aflher they're through tn little song an dance on Sundah afthernoon they go home an play with tn babies. Thank tn Lord weer a windy people an can let out our bad sintimints be wurrud iv mouth.
 ''I mind a man named August Schmidt, a Garman man an a baker. He was a mimber iv tn C.nthral Labor Union an tn Bombthrowers' Protictiye an Biniv- olent Association Number Wan. He Tread tn Arb4iter Zeitung an he'd larned t play tn Madselazy' on the flute. That's a Frinch song sung be Garmans. He was a great man fir lam guage, this here August Schmidt, an livery time he made a speech an it got into tn papers some oF capitalist whose interior machinery was not so young as 1t used to be wud throw a fit an have to be taken to tn hospital.
 |'He lived next dure to my place an come in fpere f'r his beer Schwarltzm sis- ter down tin s.rheet bein an iarimy iv hs. Wan night he had quite a crowd around him an he was tellin what is goin' to happen whin th rivoiut.on comes. 'Th' day is not far distant says he, 'whin tn pole-itadled raf-that's what he called th' wurrulxfnment-sWthi, tn pole-tailed rat will rise in his nig'ht an cr-rush tn mnion iv capital he says. t is close at hand he says. Din mymite will do tn business fir kihfm.' he says. "Ye need net laugh yIt, Herr Dooley. tell ye that tn people iv this counthry with not seaaad to be crushed undher foot be th' tyrant like tn fiddle wurrunls already he says. T aclSnowl- edge no tyrant,' he says. T haf lighted in tn ar-rmy. am will fight some more yet he says. Rather wud I give up my hfe,' he says, thin succumb- What it wasn't the brave man wudden't succumb to dinnaw. FIT just thin his wife put her head out of tn window an called him. 'Ohgoost, she says. Tn a minytt,' says he. 'Ohgo-o-oHt.' says she, a little louder. sAIl right, deary.' syas the cham peen fv the rivolutfon I'm comin'' he says. Good naben ginitlemen,' says he, thy wife calls Am he wint away to carry in coal
 ~After he was gone oP man Dorsey thhtid been 1fsten.n to him with open mouth says: That there Sschhnidt is a daingerous man, am I'm sfhfnkfn sv speakin to tn polls about tfm,' he says. Yen do nothin' of th sort says I. He's as honest an peaceful a man as iver lived says, tan' he pays his debts, which is more than can say fir some Irish raypublicans' This was a shot at Dorsey. HIe owed me. But tn counthry is in danger firm such men, says Man. gan, the plumber sDivvte a bit, says I. 'TR counthry is n&ver in danger firm a man that carries in coal fir his wife, no master what he says I says. August Schmidt is a pillar iv th' govermfnt,' I says Hell do no haT-rm,' says. But, , says. If Mrs. August Schmidt iver breaks loose hfvin help ttfs nation I says. Ari that's inc ,truth."
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