Waterbury evening Democrat., 1903-11-21
KISSED 1E1- D-Al<<-1I I o1ONE. New Jersey Lad Describes fn Graphic Way How Ike Accomplished
 the Feat.

Two young Newarkers recently made 8 short trip abroad, their first stop hav- Ing been at Queenstown, Ireland, and one of them, in a letter to friend here, describes in an interesting and humorous way how che pair kissed the Blarney stone, famous in legend and song, relates the Newark News. The stone is located on the easterly side of the tower of Blarney castle, about 150 feet from the ground. There are two ways that it may be kissed, both being hazardous to degree. In both it is necessary for the person who is to do the kissing to be held by the legs. There is 8 third way, but not one per son in a thousand attempts 1t. This is to trust the weight of the body to the strength Of the arms while hanging in midair near the top of the castle.
 Tn Dooley style the letter of the Ne warker begins:
 " 'Tis me that's lucky omadhoun, John, for kissed the Blarney stone to- day, and nayther it or the castle fell down And be the same token kissed 1t twice. full and fair. Sure, twas the divil's own job to do it even once. But, thanks to God, no harm came. and if iver get back to America the proud lad I'll be. And that's no lie. says r.
 Then the letter goes on to ask: Did you ever kiss the top stone of win dow sill on the eighth floor of the Pru- dentiaa building while hanging from the ninth-story window? Do that to- morrow, and you'll know just how 1t feels to kiss the famous stone in the famous castle in the famous county in the famous country of Ireland. The Lord loves you, but it's not 'cinch' by a good deal. My, but it was glorious treat that we had to-day!"
 Describing the trip to the castle the letter continues: "It's an ou1d story, but 'tis pleasant to tell A blue-1ecked sky and ideal temperature made the day perfect Our jarnting car was fine rig-it cost us ten shillings and numerous mugs of ale for the driver. Leaving Cork, we soon got into the beautiful emerald hills that extend along the River Lee, where the bells of Shandon sound so grand on. The roads, smooth, and white, and bordered with hedges of green, always smiled before us.
 "Tt was about two hours before we reached the historic Blarney estate, the old home of Dermot Mccarthy, one of the early kings of the province of Nun ster, and a fine man: may the divil fly away with those who say he wasn't. The magnificent structure erected more than 800 years was built on the site of a hunting lodge. It was pillaged by the island conquerors and now stands still fighting-against the clements. We crawled through the old caves and se- cret passages underneath and went into the thick walls, the latter being seven feet thick I visited Aunt Ann's cham Der in the fifth foor-you know have relations by the name of Mccarthy. And then we climber climbed to the top, more than 200 feet above the rock on which the castle is built.
 Here we found a group of men, but all appeared to be little afraid to kiss the stone. We lost no time, how ever. my friend going first. I held one leg. Another fellow held the oth- CT, and we all held our breaths. was next. Then 1t was that realized that if they let go of my legs there would be collision with Ireland, with myself an active participant"