The Worcester spy. [volume] (Worcester, Mass.) 1898-1904, 1899-09-10
TERRY ON TRUSTS.

The congress of nations met last
night at a new round table. For three
successive weeks the old pards have
been holding sessions ard deciding
mighty questions in Joe Sauers back
room at thu German-American house.
This week they decided to hold their
congress at 1.-THE sign Of the silver
mug" Tim SUllivan's place, at the cor
ner Of Union and Mechanic streets.
'eThere is nothing loike change" said
Terrence, the Irishman, as he put the
remains of dollar in his pocket, after
paying feI a round OF mustys in the
big silver stems.
"Ven," said Hans, the Dutchman, IVY
did6ed We convention in congress nit
ourselves tergidder dis lade hours at
nine in der evenings alretty On vot
subject will We make some debatlngs?
II dank,'' said Sven, the SWede. dot
the trusts give fallar food for orata-
bles''
"Hcot, mon," said Donald, drawing UP
one of his golf stockings that was sag
ging, II ken sac, too. Let's tok on the
trusts
Just then, by way of making himself
a good fellow AIRY, the Englishman,
a second round of mustys.
Hi say boys" he said, "caun onny
hof you define a, trust? We don't ave
such things hin hold Hingland You're
famous reader, Terry" continued AIRY,
turning to the Irishman, "caun you tell
hus habout hit?'
well, sor," answered Terry, as he
blew the head off his stein, 'ile accom-
mydate ye, byes. In these fine days
livery blissid thing is going into thrust
EXCEPT SALOONS. Thrust would bust a
sal-loon quicker than pin would raise
the divvil if sthuck into balloon. But
the koind av thrusts We are spakin'
ABBOTT OF sappoose is the indoosthrial
thrusts.
Nov, sor, lie tell We, avick, how wan
av these thrusts are for-rmed. A coople
av big guns see a quiet gossoon, av a
lad prosperin' in thrade. Ho, no, they
say to thimsilves, they say, we think
me foine daddy buck thot We'll thrim
yer sails, they say, befoore We get
fair way into the wind and win the
race, they say. With thot they lay
their bids togither and unoites in one
big combination. We want to be god
fathers to We, they say, to the small
fry chaps, they say, be way av indoocin'
thin to sell out chape and retoire to
the suburbs. More loikely We want to
be stipfathers, some av the little chaps
buck their bids aginst the thrusts.
Wild thot the thrusts lower prices to
bedrock and the raysoolt is thot the
small fry goes into bankrupture Thin
up go the prices hoigher than they liver
war BEFORE. At foorst the pooblic
throws it's hat in the air and yells 'Hur-
roo! Livin is chape and wor-ruk
plinty.' Wild thot the wife or daugh-
ter av the pooblic gifts the market Das-
ket and goes out and stocks up wild
corned bafe, cabbage and other Della
Caseys av the sayson, and the old man
and the byes have jobs av wor-ruk 10
ate until their tanks can hould no more
But these are only the halcyon days
as Oliver Blacksmith says in his De
sarted Villidge.' BY an by there coons
tonne whin the whistle fails to whis-
tie and the chimney fails to smoke The
thrusts are curtailin' production, an
min are thrown out av wor-ruk faster
thin sthrawberries grow on the bushes
In Dlngle, the outlet av Kirry. Instead
av the good old corned bafe the
paple fall back on mush an wathered
milk"
Yah. Derry" said Hans der
drusds make some pig hoodvinkings
nit der nonsensible foolshness of der
bublig. Der drusds are compositioned of
men vot have some confidentiallings
und a brick nit some gold in id vich is
for sale"
''Thrue for We, Hans" said Terrence.
II remoinds me av parlor game thot
was much in vooge in Finland wan
tonne whin OF sthruck thot God for
saken umpire which the car av Roos-
STA lately switched over into his own
backyar-rud."
Il pass by Vinland ven I yust COON
from Stockholm to Ameriky," put in
SVEN at this junctureo Il dank Derry
you vooling wild fallar. Veres Vim
land?"
"Ye mott as well ask me where's the
MD on yer shoulders" said Terrence.
Or the shoes on yer fate. Shure man
aloive oil could foind me way ABBOTT
there wild me eyes bindfolded. Twas
vance apoon tonne whin OF was a
sailor in the British navy. We got
shore lafe in Finland wan foine day in
the mornin' and oil was invited be a
fellow Jackie av Finnish subtraction to
take In widding at the palace av wan
av the princes av the land Well. sor,
II was the quarest festivity thot OF
liver graced wild me prissince The
antics av thin barbarlans would put
6tanding-up Bull, the Siwox Iniin ay
the hills thot cut the hair av Ginnyral
Custard, to the blush If a red haythin
can blush.
There was wan game-an thot
same's curious The prince came nav
igatin' in as though he was an admiral
ca his quarter dick. The paple thot
was assimbled all bobbed their cocoes
vigorously. The prince looked ABBOTT as
grayshus as the king av the Cannyball
GLANDS whiu fat missionary is