The Worcester spy. [volume] (Worcester, Mass.) 1898-1904, 1899-12-03
TERRENCE AS POSTMASTER.

! The congress of nations didn't get
| into session last night at Tim Sulli-
vans Sign of the Silver Mug. On in
vitation of Mr.. Sullivan, the distin-
guished international congressman took
dinner with him at Good Fellows hall,
Thanksgiving day. Terrence was toast
master, but the speaking was entirely
informal. and limited to photographic
orations
"Tis a foine thing" said Terrence
as he washed down the remains of a
turkeys leg with a mug of musty, and
began to pick his teeth with the wish
bone. ito be burdened wild enough av
the goods av this worruld to be able to
ate, dhrink an be merry widdout fear
av the apprehension thot the wolf is
on yer front stooD howlin' fer admit
lance.
In contradiction av this. tbs the
foine thing to be poor, sings Jim Roos-
sell Lowell in some wan av his songs.
Now, twas all roit fer Jim to go into
his luXuriously furnished libry afther
attn a swill dinner av the bist the mar
ket AFFORDED, wild a bottle .av Tokay
on the sOide, raymove his Frinch i'm
ported gloves, sit down to his mahog-
any disk an sehribble off SIGH PONIES
as this wan, about how much the son
av rich man ought to look wild hwy
on the son aY the poor man.
Now. thot's all roit as far as potes
go, but, boys, OIL lave it to yersilves,
did the loikes av us liver see the loikes
av Jim havin' their wills Drobated be-
foore their deaths, thransferrin' their
wealth to the forrin missionry societies,
givin away their old clo'es an new
clo'es. purchasin' an outfit av over
alls and applyin' fer worruk? Now,
who can hold up his roit hand an
swear thot he iver saw Jim showlder-
in bod an shown how ladders are
cloimed?
'"Tis the har-rd an labooryus wor-ruk
this luggin' av a rot angle thryangle
full av bricks. an dom little "Trip
heavenward. But, byes, don't lave us
get discouraged bekase we were not
bor-run rich. Lave us jist kape on
hoein' an some day therell be a har-
vest
"Oi have but small pity fer the man,
howsomever, thot will crawl into a
dhry goods box on a cowld mott an
cash, says OF, whole We have tongue
in yer hid to borry the donation av a
loan. Yell foind it a far safer rule
than borTyin' thrubble. Too minny av
us get round shouldered be imitatin'
Atlas. carryin' the weight av impires
on our shoulders. Lave aich wan av
us carry his share av the whoite mans
buTdhen.
Some min an wimmin' are too much
deluded wild since av their own i'm
portance an are always on the look
out fer an opportunity to sthick their
noses into other payple's bizness. Whin
wan is this way, an fales opprissed
wild the weight av personal raysponsi-
bility, let thin look outward an up
ward into the great infinitude av the
wor-ruld, wild its millions upon thrill
lions av quad-dhrillions av acres av
foine space upon space. Faith, if one
has a head-full av common sinse, it's
sooner or later thot wan will raylize
thot wan is but a dom small toad in
the puddle
Now. whole OHM on this tack, byes
Dim ACKNOWLEDGEMENT incydint av Con-
gressman-ilict Brigham H. Roberts.
There's about half the population thrin'
| to kape Brig from takin his
safe whin congriss ASSEMBLIES. Minny
av the min, Dim afeared, thot soined
| the ould maids petition aginst him
| did so after the fashion av the rascal
thot stales yer pocketbook an thin
whin the hullaballoo is raised, runs
along yellin' Stop, thafe! Stop, thafe!
THE ould maids are all roit an sin
| cere, but Dim thinkin' thot some av the
min thot soined amt any too privileged