The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1899-01-15
HISTORY OF DOOLEY.
How Peter Dunno Came to Write the
Philosopher Sketches.

NSW 1OIh JOuIHdi
A distinctive part of the great West Side
of Chicago is ST. Patricks parish. 1t lies
near the rivxr, and was built in the early
days of the city by Irishmen, and the Irish
ton ever since The funerals have been of
the longest, the christenings and wakes
have been conducted with the old-country
terVor, ward politics has interested every
one vitality, and the st. Patricks day parade
has always been reviewed there.
In this district Finley p. Dunno was born
little more than thirty years ago. To-day
he is imparting its color to the weekly OBJ
servations of Mr.. Dooley, the Archey-road
saloon keeper.
DUNES understanding of Irish philosophy
was not expressed in print until years after
his literary ability in other directions rad
been shown AS a youngster he did his first
newspaper work for small sheet published
in the building that has since become the
home Of the Whitechapel Club His duties
We're numerous as member of very
small staff, and he had to take a shy at
everything from editorial leaders up and
down. Work on a larger evening paper
developed him so rapidly that he was made
city editor of the Times at twenty-one, and
he became Sunday editor of the Tribune not
long after. But his ambition was to write,
ana he gladly gave up desk" work
The first of his Irish sketches told how
the news of the Sullivan orbett fight was
received in a large nail in Chicago The
central figure was Col Thomas Jefferson
Dolan, widely known local politician, now
dead. Here it is:
Colonel Dolan went down to Battery d
last night to see John L. Sullivan lick Jim
Corbett Unforeseen accidents prevented
the colonel from going to New Orleans. HIS
numerous friends. sped away on the vesu--
buled special with the damaSk upholstered
coaches or on the whisky special and
others on that uncomfortable conveyance
known to the sporting Paternity as John
O'Brien' and to the world at large as a
freight car. The colonel babe them all
goodbye and said: Lads, I'll know all
about it. I'll have me hand to me right lug,
and when he hits that baby I'll hear it if
the wind is from the south"
The wind was not from the south last
night and Colonel Dolan went down to Bat
terry ID with 5000 other men. He got front
seat by shouting "Fire!" and then he
crossed his legs and leaned back comfort
ably in his chair
My eye" said the colonel my right eye
that he bates Dandy Jim to a marmalade.
Pompadour Jim, they calls him. Aha, Pom
padour Faith, the barber that made that
hair stand on end was John Lawrence.
Divil a bit less"
fat man was up on the platform in front
Of a blackboard. Cards marked Sullivan"
pegged to this board. A telegraph operator
and a little man with a penetrating voice
were also on the stage. The crowd
about evenly divided, and there was some
lively small betting before the men went
into the ring.
Il have none of the roly-poly to bet" said
Colonel Dolan, but my eye and my right
arm agin a doughnut that Sullivan whales
hits him. Oh. me! Oh, my! An he's mar
ried, too. A wife and little children. Shame
on the crool men that put him to his deathl''
The stout man raped for order and the
telegraph instrument clicked. The cards
marked Sullivan" and "Corbett" were
moved into the center OF the ring. The an
nouncer read the firsr bulletin in a loud and
aThe banshee," said Colonel DoIan. poor.
moor Corbetti'
''suii-ay swung right, missed JEAN