The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1898-05-11
DOOLEY ON HIS COUSIN GEORGE.
The Philosopher DiscOurses Upon the
Philippine Affair.
Chicago Journal.

Chicago Journal.
WELL. said Mr.. Hennessy. in tone of
chastened joy, Dewey didn't do thing to
thin. L hope tn poor la-ad isn't cooped up
.SNiver fear said Mr. Dooley, calmly,
C9 Honsi3 George IS az Might ennessv
claimed sen ~ ~
Sure" said Mr.. Dooley. Dewey or Doc
ley bLs ts all 18th tn We dhTb9P letter
niver dhrop thin-but we're the same breed
of fightin' men. George has tn thraits iv
tn family. Me uncle Mike, that was. a
to HI FIR his nanny sins, an he deserved
it, FIR Pavin' out tn wan sin iv runnin'
Everything firm murdher to missin mass.
Well he says, amy place can get into,
he says. I can get out iv, he says. 'Ye bet
so it is with Cousin George. He knew tn
way in, an it's the. same way out. He didn' t
go in be tn family inthrance, sneakin'
along with tn can undher his coat. He
left Ding Dong, or WHATEVER tbs We call it.
an says he THANK Gawd,' he says, I'm
how to r-run .quiltin' party an call it
war he says. An so he sint a man down in
divin shute an cut tn cables, SOS Mack
cuddent chat with him. Thin he prances
up to tn Spanish forts an hands them a
few oranges. ToSseS thin out like a man
THROWN hand5llls FIR a circus. Take that
he says, an raymimber tn Maine he
says. An he goes into tn harbor. where
Admiral ,What-th'-'el is. an, says he, Sur
Well says Cousin George, I'll just have to
push We ar-round,' he says. An he losses a
few slugs at tn Spanyards. TIL Spanish
admiral shoots at him with bow and ar
row an goes over an writes cable. This
mornin' we was attacked, he says. An,
he says, we fought tn tn inimX with great
plete,' he says. We have lost Everything
we had he says. TIL treacherous foe he
says 'afther destroyin' us. sought refuge
daunted US. What boats we cudden't r-run
ashore we surrindered,' he says can
write no more he says, as me coat tails
rapidly leapin' firm wan vessel to another,
followed be me valiant crew with a fire en-
he says, they'll be no kick COMM he says.
Long live Spain, long live mesilf.'
We'll, sir in twinty-eight minyits be tn
sunk an that there harbor lookin' like
Spanish stew. Thin he r-run down tn bay
an handed a few warm vans into, tn
10 warm his poor hands an feet 1t chills
tn blood not to have anything to do FIR an
sThin why. don't he write something's"
Mr.. Hennessy demanded.
Writer" echoed Mr. Dooley., Write?
George amt got nawthin' to do but to set
down with fountain pen an write: Dear
Mack: AT O'Clock ! began peaceful
Everywhere. | hope. ye'er injyin' tn same
great blessin'. So no more at prisiTnIt.
Firm ye'erS thruly, george Dooley. he
amt that kind. 'Tis nice day. an he's
there. smokin' a good tin-cint see-gaT an
TIN OWN dice FIR tn drinks. He don't care
whether we know what he's done or not.
I'll bet We whin we come to find out about
him we'il hear he's illicted himself king if
tn Filipino islands. Dooley tn Wanst.
with naygurs fannin' him an a dhrop iv
Ticker in tn hollow. iv his arm, an hootchy-
tin or 'twinty minyits some wan Brinin' a
prisoner in. who's this? says King Dooley.
"A Spanish ginral,' says the copper. Give
saws III king. 'On with tn dance he says.
And afther awhile. whin he gifts tired iv tn
game. he'll write home an say he's got tn,
goVermint an go back to his ship. an Mark
Hanna'T organize tn j Filipino lip Islands Jute
an Cider Comply an the rtyolutchinists'n
wish they hadn't Ihat What'H happen.
Mark me Wurrud.