The Savannah morning news., 1901-07-14
WAR NEWS A La DooLEY.
A Pro-Boer London Journal EIuci-
dates the kilograms Sent From
Africa.
From the London News.


Africa.
From the London News.
''Yis." said Mr.. Hogan to his neighbor,
Mr.. Callahan, "as me frind. Willyum
Shakespeare puts it, All gall is divided
in tree parrts-they'se the common or
garden liar the Cabinet Minister. an
the war correspondent The best av thin
ARE still in Praytoria, includin' Baron
Moonchawsen, Che is Reuters man, An
nynias, an me oil western pal, Trootful
James.
along twelve or wan O'Clock ye can
see thin stumbling into the little saloon
beyant the corner. The Baron sits down
groanin.
80 me poor head he seq. IN niver
touch a dhrap again. But now you men-
ton tan thank you kln'ly-I'n have the
same. But, boys he sez, me agina-
shun is as dhry as me t'roat. can think
iv nawthin' but some more great sweep
In operations"
"'They do say Gin'ral Blood captured
tree little gurrls Yesterday put in Troot-
full James, wan av thin little red-headed
Schnitzelbergers acrost the road.
"''Tis a goodsshtart.' says Annynias.
'Somethin' like this: Gallant capture "
acknowledgements commando. Disprite
ham to han fightin'. Three hundred Beers
taken" An pet lamb we say? That's
two thousan' shape
Don say tin thousan' CATTLE re-
marks the Baron. wakin' up agln.
'Theyse more luck in odd numbers
"'Five thousan an wan, thin SEE An
ny, soockin' his pencil and dhrawln
pitchers iv a cow on his notebook.
"'Gintlemin,' suggests the Baron, It's
time for more threachery and brutality on
the part av thin dhirrty, cowardly Beers.
Supposin we give thin some more about
the white flag?
MAKE it sheet, SEE Amy. ''Tis
bigger an more threacherous.'
mo SEE Trootful James, banging his
fist on the table. Sind thin tn old Cana
dian fairy tale, oil but ever new. An
thus It runs:
1.-TWO lynn Boer sheep, havin' surren-
dered an give their parole, attimpt vain
ly to escape. The Canadians surround
thin, out-trek thin. out-manoeuvre thim'
lager thin, bate thin wild pompom'
and finally kloof thin in a shtew pot. up
rides a Britisher OFFICER.
a. Min" he seq, 'cut thin down. Brit
ish throops do not make war on women
an childher."
"Not a man shtirred. Around him
glowered the coorse, rough faces Nv the
| colonials
Bother look out, Sir" growls wan.
'They'se room for three in that pot An
| off he goes.'
VERY good. SEE the Baron, an how
| about Chris De Wet, think We? VIII ne
| be dhrunk or crazy?'
Both answers Trootful James. ITS
daylirium traymens kapes him movin His
men hate him, an shtay wild him ony TO
| kape him from desertin'. He threats thim
| shocking, an bates thin week days via
a spring-bock. He tells thin an army
Chinymen have invaded England an ray
fuse to return till their wash bills are
paid.
"'Tis a bit oil, all this, but a great
| fav'rite in London. Thrue, we might give
| thin somethin' fresher about the refugee
| camps. " coorse, they are more comfort
able than Claridge's, an not near SO TX
pinsive.'
Thin, too. SEE the Baron, though
| there was some complaints at hrst from
the wimmen and childher, most Nv thin
! ARE mot in a position to complain now
The sick ARE CROWN fewer every osy'
an ARE, besides, receivin' livery attintion'
| including a text on the headstoneI
IAN, after all, It's on'y the result ~
their filthy habits. They viii not wash
aven though they are give no water 10
wash wild.
Now, Hogan, jokin' apart. what do ye
| think Nv thin camps?" interrupted MS
| friend MIR. Callahan.
bad enough" answered Mr. Hogan
IAN very shtrange. Most Nv the British
| officers ARE kindly men, an many Nv
| thin have childher Nv their own. NO
think the fun'ral bills should go to joey
and the rest Nv thin lads In London that
| do their fightin' troo a long distance tel
| lyfone."
"rhey say the camps do be NECESSARY to
ind the war" commented Mr.. Callahan
IAN that tits the throoest kin mess"
Maybe" returned MIR. Hogan, warmly.
II may be wrong an II may be the night
| Nv craftsmanship. should have SAID that
for ye say? Figure out on yer slate no"
long that'H more fightin'.
Something like a thousan' have died a.
ready. ye say7 Figure out on yer slats
how long that'll be. Jawn, an by the mo
/ ~ that time ye may count on sout Alta
bein' as peaceful an contintod a. Irlaho
r. o-day."
Tho BosF--"If we are 10 retain your
services. Mr. Lambkin, you must take