Blackfoot news. (Blackfoot, Idaho) 1891-1902, 1900-10-13
"Home.lck in Heaven.v

caBO, teemlnR With many uiFeAoAnco
interests and mixed
population. 1t is the front door OF
the celebrated Union stock yards, and,
many miles north of that region OF /
blood, cuts Goose Island, the tannery |
section, squarely in two parts. The
heart Of Halsted street near its Inter
section with Madison is intensely |
commercial with stores and theaters |
of every description and an all-night |
contingent of human owls of many |
district varieties. 1t Is the six miles |
of Halsted street that lies in the heart |
of the great west side that the or
acle historian here attempts to de-
scribe under the title OF "Homesick In
Heaven"
Say, what's the ruction down the
liner" growled Hogan. with .
leer,
Has Mnllarkey got the horrors since
he switched to cheaper beer,
Or is he running hard amuck and
slashing with his knife?
II he carving up his progeny or slic-
ing up his wife?
It takes ten cops to hold him down on
roaring halsted street.
And ones now WALKING a his chest.
and wallopinK his feet.
They are dashing heller SHELTER as
they ring for the patrol.
Aud Lanty Shay falls by the way and
prays to save his soul.
THAT sounds just like pistol shot"
said Clancy with . groan.
The way they're rounding up the
bunch would melt heart OF
stone.
/ can see the coppers' finish. they viii
will hand him out few,
They will chase the slant-eyed Boxers
out of 1ilden avenue.
lis the Suicide Club in session." said
Gilhooley. with . sob.
II saey've got religion round these
parts. bedad I've lost my job.
Since the whisky Belt has signed
the pledge the atmosphere Ia
blue.
The pilgrim tarries here no more
among the thieSish crew
They are waking Dan McNulty, they
are planting him in style,
Says the coffin man, "Begob the string
of hacks will stretch about a
mile"
And all his friends and nabers have
rallied in throng,
| There's clay pipes and tobacco. and
music, mirth and song,
| There's tranquil smile on Daniels
face as tho he liked the jest.
| There's an ugly hole near Daniels
heart. pnncture in his chest.
| He's the Master of the Revels. with
/ his gray, impassive face,
| He seems to dominate. the scene and
reign tyrant of the place.
They are waking Dan MeNulty, and
there's music in the air.
| They give dandy send-off. but poor
Daniel doesn't care.
Dan was kinder reckless In his morals
| kinder keerless in his gait,
He took a punch at Destiny ant
swung an upper cut at Fate.
The rude chivalry around his bic
lament their kinsman's end.
The best of rough and tumhlers. !
good rassler and firm friend.
Dan was the King of Halsted street
he persisted in his prime,
He tried to stay the distance, Blu
| Death. the referee, caile'
Time"
A toothless crone crouched all alone
sits keening DER the dead;
.Shure Danny was my first born DO,
would were there instead,
The curse Of God light on the houn
! that wrought me this disgracs
Danny was the sunshine OF my lif'
oh, let me kiss his face.
Heart OF my heart. flesh Of my flesl
you left the mother nest,
And now they'll chuck you in trencl
l nursed you at my breast,
, Black. bitter grief Gnaws at my hear
for vengeance do pray.
, oh. let me press him to my breas
i and kiss his mangled clay!"
"Is the Whisky Belt converted
bawled Mulcahey. with snee
"They are sometimes shy on comm
they are never shy on beer.
Old Halsted's EettinR pious since pot
Daniel pctered out,