New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1898-02-20

Chorus-Spurs!
stumpit-Next minute Angus gets his wits
awake an with the fear o God an genera
coort-martaI afore 'im rushes through the cur
tains at the end O the green. an tumDies over
is own musket.
There II stood in q silver lance rack, with the
bayonet fixed an on the bayonet strip
paper with these words: LAS the tides to the
moon, an the steel to the magnet. the fool Is
to the woman"
Materially Angus was glad to get is arms
back; BIT he was jumpin' wild at bein iooleo
by a GEL an you may be sure e didn't snow
is billy-doo
OF course, there was a TREMENDOUS damJamfry
in the officers mess. an old Strapper ate the
nails off his fingers, an swore TIL the Hessrooii'
smelt O. sulphur. But ed give Is word' al
'ad to stand by it. The rub was which man
to send next. The Colonel knew the Scuts
pretty we'll, an after seem the scrumshus gel
e knowed e could tell 'ow long this fool-roguc
of game would last by simply tottn up the
number O. rank an file on the p'rade slate
IT'S all UP. Cutler" e says tc the senior
major; the mermaid II beat us in detail an
we'll march back to headquarters like the TOOLS
we are, with never a musket to trail behind US
But old Cutler admit seen the scrumshus GEL
an e said McAllister was soft-hoofed High
land cuddie an babe the Colonel cheer up an
send an older man.
SO as e said, so was it done. They sent up an
old buff-stick with four badges an figure like
n rake who'd been twice married an had
wife an seven children in barracks an he
mounted guard, an the Colonel went to his key
hole an the scrumshus gel came in, an bent 'er
ill Dir at m q
arrers. an waltzed forrard an sighed an said:
"Oh you pretty soldier" an kissed is old
dundy-gray SILVER lefreeze mustaohe an took
is musket off i'm, an left it with billy-doo on
the point O the bayonet or ever the ghurry
struck one.
An as it was with Angus an i'm, so it was
with five other old die-hards that follered i'm
an the Rajah smiled an smiled an the Colonel
swore an swore, an the officers faces looked
as if they was twelve hours at sea in dirty
weather.
An at last old StrApper says to the doctor.
says e. "OGrady." e says, well ave to try
the rules O. contraries, an send an Irishman"
"Bedad." says the doctor, Its av no use
serdin the bhoys on such a sarvice at all.
Colonel dear; yez moight good march the
whole Catholic church-party into the pallus, an
tarl" he says for the wan av thin
hut would surrindther his sowl to camul II II
had a long frock on ut"
Then old Strapper stamped about the orderly
room as if he'd got a pair o new boots ON, an
says e. "Damnation, O'Grady,' e says. ARE we
to chuck up the sponge to Christy minstrel
king? An where's your Irish witY' e says.
"Aisy, Colonel says the doctor. Me Oirsh
wiz ba MI nj Nvha a
commodity, an that's in Oirish head,
acush!ah. An let me tell yen. t is the Oirish
hrgeed thatu save this day; an then the doc
tor clucked an sputtered. an chow, chow.
chowed an VOW. VOW, vowed all over the shop.
an couldn't speak for laughin'. But at last e
gives old Strapper the griffin. an directly old
Strapper got the elevation e said the doctor was
a genius an e laid 'issef down on the or
dcrly-room floor an howled TIL he broke 'is
braces. Boots,
Chorus-Spurs,
Stumpit-Now, what was it the doctor said
to the Colonel? 1t just this: Colonel"
e says the Ovid Scuts all men. an be that
token they're all fools whinever woman can
get within range OF UNI"
BAH! says old Strapper did send for you
to tell me that? The question is: Have | a
nan in my regiment can face this witch an not
melt like sugar in a punch bowl"
I'VE have not" says the doctor; but Colonel
dmond cut dimond an if yez to bate this
mermaid at her own game take hint from me-"
What is it?" the Colonel says
Just this says the doctor. "Kape yer men
in barracks, an send Up a woman in regi-
nentals."
With that old strapper laughed as I said. an
then i'm an the doctor lays their heads to-
gether an decides to send for Kate OFlaherty