The Irish standard., 1903-06-27

The Germans had been celebrating as
usual, and in so doing had trespassed,
it is said, upon the property Of a crusty
old Scotch Irishman who lived at Gar
ret Rock. In trying to drive them off
the old man shot a boy. A mob
formed with the intention Of lynching
the man on the spot. Some one sent
for "Father Mac" as Dean McNulty
has always been known. He arrived
in time, and held back an angry throng
of several thousand persons until the
police could effect rescue,
For years he has fought for temper
ance, at first in the boundaries Of his
parish, of late in any part of the city
from which complaint comes to him.
AS a raider his equal has never been
seen in Paterson. His appearance at
the door of saloon which is disobey-
ing the law by keeping open on Sun
day is sufficient to send the crowd
scampering out of the back door. The
most hardened husband hurries back
to his wife and family if the dean
comes into 'dive" after him. Scores
of young girls owe their salvation to
his prompt action when appealed to
by their mothers. The fact that half
the saloonkeepers in Grand street en-
ploy peppers" to keep them informed
of his approach shows how he is
feared.
His methods differ from those of
other 'raiders' "Father Mac" is
never accompanied by bodyguard,
and goes unarmed, unless one counts
the blackthorn stick which he never
uses. He rushes into a saloon and
looks about him. There is no need Of
police or immediate arrest. He knows
ten thousand persons in Paterson by
name, and glance at the faces Of
those who are drinking the liquor sold
against the law is sufficient to provide
witnesses for conviction. Seldom does
drinker risk perjury charge when
Dean McNulty is the accuser, and it
has become practice among saloon
keepers to plead guilty if the dean
catches them.
There is no end to the stories they
tell of incidents in exciting saloon
raids. Many of them are based on the
deans credulity when it concerns a
person endangered by rum. More than
one trick has been played on him. He
will permit himself to be called out at
any time of night to rescue a father
or son, and sometimes the father and
sons have been mythical.
There is the rather amusing story
Of the way in which Shanghai Law
lor satisfied his thirst and secured his
revenge at the deans expense one
Sunday morning. 1t is accepted as
truth in Paterson, so one might as we'll
believe it.
"Shanghai' was great drinker He
worked hard six days in the week
that he might have enough money for
sprees on Saturday night and Sunday.
On this particular Sunday he awaken
| ed without cent for "thirst break
err and he was as dry as Sahara.
He met three friends whom he had
treated time and again. Here's
where my beer cast upon the bar
comes back to me-" he must have said
| as he approached them.
"My throat's parched this morning,
it's not cent 1 have, old blokies," he
hailed them, in his friendliest manner
| They jeered him for a spendthrift
who could not keep enough in the jeans
over Saturday night to "wet up" with
on Sunday. Then they passed on and
at the corner turned into saloon.
"Shanghai'' staggered up against q
telegraph pole and muttered curses at
a sparrow perched on the wire above
him. He was determined on revenge;
but what? He looked up the street
and saw "Father Mac" coming toward
him. He had an idea.
Morning to you, Father" he said,
pulling off his hat and bowling low.
"Good morning, Shanghai said
Dean McNulty, who knew Lawler for