The times dispatch. [volume] (Richmond, Va.) 1903-1914, 1906-03-12
A TEA PARTY 0F
IRISH and dutch.
City Guardians, in Clothes Of Blue
Discuss st. Patrick's
Day.
BITS OF "MITHER" TONGUE
At Critical Point Enters Mister
Everett BEDFORD, Dutch-1rish
Peace-Maker.
BITS OF "MITRER' TONGUE

"Henie, vot iss?' spluttercd Phil
Neisz, the bluecoat. who amt an Irish
man, when he heard that there was be-
Ing concocted plan whereby all sons
of Erin, who guarded tho city's peace
and quietude, should be loling In rest
and other things on st. Patrick's Day.
IVY, ISIS 1t make mine seluf you
Werner. and he wasn't born in the
Emerald Isle.
Dot vos mlstook. vot you spoken.
ven you conversation dose Businesses
about" put in Mattcrn. through whose
veins the Dutch blood courses.
~ allow as how you all don't know
nothing bout that st. Patrick's Day at
al.'' interrupted Hanoverite Tucker.
Strengthening himself to his six feet, not
counting his shoes and stockings.
You talk too much NIT mine face
W.T." spiritly exclaimed George Pollock.
shaking his heavy finger at the blue
coat from the foothills of Hanover.
Yah. dot was correctness vot you say
dot time. mine freundt Gheorgie." broke
In Schiller. the man with many tongues.
Then all broke out at once and the
uproar was something terrific for the
time being. Every tongue tied itself in
a knot, and talked through the loop
holes Every hand came up with palms
outward. and every belt was loosened.
Precipitation tricked from the face OF
each and bandannas came into immediate
service.
In the center of the bunch stood
figure like that of Stonewal. He couldn't
have fallen. for against him on all sides
pressed the form of a bluecoat whose
utterances were tended TO dissolve the
Irish scheme.
A noise was heard in the outer ROOM
and the door softly opened. Through the
portal came dozen or more sons OF
Erin. Hanover, squeezed into about two
more inches in height. quietly sneaked
to the brush leaving the crowd to les
meditatons. But there wasn't any medi-
tation.
Enter the Sons of Erin.
"Foth, Finnegan, me boiy and OF can
whip the Doutch what says that the
Divil is mayer" fut in Sergeant Kerse.
his face beaming with Irishness.
.Begorra, and its meseif thatll be with
ye me boiy." sang out Kellam, the man
who rides the wheel
And, holy mither, but I can hardly
kape llleSell sun long enough 10 wait lOV
ST. Patrick's Day to wear the green,
put In Cox, whose face has been used TO
trace the distance from Ballyhooly to Kill
larney.
You vos no Irishness alretty, und it
vos himself vot wos liar, ii you say
dot yos correctness" spluttered Hnlcher.
the Ducthman, making towards the wear
er OF the green.
Faith, and I'll break the bones in we
body, you spalpeen.. If you soy that
again, again. bristled Cox, the man with
the face like an 1rishman.
Excitement was getting high, and 1t
looked as though some one would have
to settle as to whether or not Saturday
was day set apart for the Irish.
The unexpected happened and happened
SO quickly that there was an immediate
adjournment. Into the crowd came a
large form, and above the din there came
voice that carried terror to the hearts
OF all alike.
scatter. I'm part Dutch"
Which part?" put in Pete Bolton,
ducking away from the crowd through
the button-hole of an officer.
II said scatter, and I say there'll be
no more side renarAs. I'm part Dutch
and I'm part Irish. and hereby declare
a proclamation fixing March the l7tK as
the day for everybody to wear the green
that can do so. But the green doesn't
go below the red Now git AMI look after
your noses"
1t was Mister Everett Bedford who had
spoken. The crowd dispersed. and
Crutchfeld will have to decide whether
or not the Irish will be permitted TO
live after next Saturday.