The Worcester spy. [volume] (Worcester, Mass.) 1898-1904, 1899-11-05

waefu SIGHT Sac monny BARNS an
the feyther dinna ken wan frae the
ither Haud your tongue, Terry, an say
mac mair."
Well" said Terry, again threading
the needle of his narrative from the
end where it had been bitten off, Eye
can't blame him, byes. Shure, he has
so minny wives that he has to drown
thin now an thin to kape pace in the
harem. tbs ticklish around the nick
the Turks are, fer it amt much excuse
the authorities want to cut off yer
hid"
YAH" said Sven, EFT bay da place
var fellar lose his he'd viddout much
trubble. 1 RAIDER live bay Millbry on
da Blackstone vich ban dead vor vorty
var"
THE sooltan didn't have a red cop
per" said Terrence, AN the Cos
soon set up a hullabaloo thot was
heart-rindin' If it wasn't SIGH a del
lycate matther Old have tipped the bye
mesilf, but thot wud not be ettyket
among kings"
wen der poy CRIED Wy didded nod
der sudan give him gubble uf
spoonfuls uf Mudder Losequiek's sood-
in skirrup?" said Hans
Eye name Mrs. Winslow's soothing
syrup, We Dutch ommadaun," said
Terrence. He'd have given it some,
but it's agin the law av the Koran"
"'Tis the little injyTnint OF git says
the sooltan, says he. 'Oi SometQimes
think thot OIL take advantage av the
American bankruptcy law, escape me
creditors an immygrate to Worcester
an run fer alderman says he to me.
The payple addriss me as Your sub
Unity, but to till We the truth, OF fale
moore loike a short-weight lobsther.
"Jist thin, fer We know, byes, the
koren forbids intoxicatin drinks, a
waither brought in a can av the Bos-
phorus wild a pace av dice an the dice
mans bill on the soide.
"Oi mott as we'll be dhrunk as the
way OF am" says the sultan.
"Whin the waither wint out, the sool-
| tan, says he to me. says he, Have We
anythin' on the hip? says he OF dhrink
on the sly now, an thin says he, to
stiddy me nerves, says he. OF
prayjewced the two points an we used
the Bosphorus fer chasers. Thin the
sooltan ordhered loonch and Kaiser
Willum was invited to come in. Oh
motto I'd there was mate in a platter an
OF remoinded the sooltan thot it was
Friday. Yes, says he, but don't We see,
Terry, says he, Friday is the Moham-
mydan Sunday, says he. Twas logic,
| an loike the man thot asked fer fish,
| OF sailed into the mate. The sooltan
nivver ates wild his wolves, bekase, ac-
cordin' to the Koran byes, wimmin are
| supposed to only have half sowls, like
sicond hand shoes
abdul. says OF, whole we were
DOVER the ongthrays av the dinner. Oh
see yer last name is Khan. Now have
| We dhropped yer handle loike Bill
| Bryan? Amt yer roit name Mccain,
says OIL OF dinnaw, says he. IT'S the
woise man in Turkey thot knows his
own dad, says he. OF raymimber whin
the last av me projinny was bor-run,
| OF was advised to call him Pat, for says
the nurse, says she, whin it's oulder
We can call him Harry, as some payple
do in Worcesther.
| "Hittimagainian, the Armaynian agi-
| father, was raisin rHctions about this
tonne ! e don't loike to have the Ar
maynians inhabitin the sile av yer
| Umpire, I hear, Abdul, says OIL
Yer wrong, says he. .Ofll loike thin
in the country frstrate whin ivry
mothers son ay thin occupoies six fate
av earth. 'Tis CRATE fertiloizin' they'll
make, says he, as he helped me on wild
me coat, an Willum an OF wint back
| to the yOt !"