The sun. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1833-1916, 1906-04-01
IRISH VIEWS on MARRIAGE.
THOMAS A. DAILY DROPS INIO
POETRY AT A DINNER.

part OF the diners leave pelorO ho su
comes around, and most OF those VINO shy
are too tired to give him a patient hearing
When the last speaker Is the only one "n"
furnishes fun he IL doubly unfortunate
Such was the plight Of Thomas AuguSfin
DAILY of Philadelphia at the recent dinner
OF the Friendly Sons of st. Patrick in ths
oitv. He was last ON the List. All the other
speakers had all been serious. Mr. LAZY
was both humorous and poeticaL
He spoke on "Sweethearts and Wives
He told Of his first love, Marguerite. whom
be afterward called Pie-faced Maggie.
He was a boy then. He described the
college widow that he knew, and aid abe
afterward married q policeman, although
! the boys called her the Pearl. Then he
recalled that the Irish were always devils
among the women, and he added;
"Matrimony Ia the natural fate OF the
Irishman. There is nothing so pfttable,
as fortunately there Is nothing so rare. as
the Irish old bachelor
Then Mr.. DAILY read a poem Of his own
to illustrate the plight of a crusty Irish
bachelor named McGlone. Here II Is:
Here. fur yer pity OF scorn. I'm preslntin' ye
Jerry McGlone,
Trustin' the life of him will be previntin ye
Spilin' yer own.
1Aink OF u luce wiz q
Looks that are always suggistin' a mixture OF
Ldmons an vinegar. Therel we've q pic
ture OF
Jerry McGlone.
Fax. there is nothin' but sourest gloom in
this
Jerry McGlone.
| Chris mas joy, amy JOY. niver finds room In
this
Crayture of stone.
| Cynical gloom is the boast an the pride OF
AMI a laugh ivir did pierce the hide Of him
Fax, / behave 'twould immediate, inside OF
Change to a groan.
throuble wild
Jerry McGlone.
He preferred single life rather thar double
wild
Molly Malone.
| Think Of it! Think OF an irishman tarryin'
While there's a purity girl wishful fur mar
ryinn
Arrah! no wonder the divils are harryln'
Jerry McGlone.
All! but there's few O. the race but would
scorn to be
Jerry McGlone.
shure. we all know that a Celt ia not born
to be
Livin' alone.
Oh! but we're grateful Il spake for the lRtty)
Grateful fur women the bountiful Deity
bowers wild beauty an virtue an gayety.
All for our own
Then Mr.. DAILY had something 70 cay
OF the joys Of married life, and he told how
to preserve these joys In this poem:
Sayl young man. II you've a wife.
Kiss her.
Every morning Of your life.
Kiss her.
Every evening when the sun
Marks your day Of labor done,
Go! get homeward on the run
kiss her.
Even IL you re feeling bad.
Kiss her.
When she's out OF sorts or sad.
Kiss her.
Act as II you meant It, too,
Let the whole true heart of you
Speak Its ardor when you do
Kiss her.
II you think It's soft" you're wrong.
Kiss her.
Love like that will make you strong
Kiss her.
II you'd strike with telling force
At this Evil Of Divorce.
Just adopt this simple course:
Kiss her.
After having solved the divorce problem
Mr.. DAILY went on to speak Of the 1rishmau
who remains a lover to the last OF his old
age in this wise:
There is sllvery frost on your hair. old boy
There are lines on your forehead. too;
But your clear eyes speak Of the peace and
joy
That dwell In the heart OF you.
For the passing OF youth you have no regret.
No signs for the summer gloam
And the lovers moon. They are with you
In the light of the lamp at home.
In your summer Of youth. in that sunny
hour
That will come to you never again.
When you wooed your love. as the bee the
flower.
The sweets that you gathered then
You have hived and stored for your later
life,
And your heart is the honeyoomb-
Ali I've seen your face when you kissed
your wife
In the light OF the lamp at home.
o you rare old lover, o faithful knight,
With your sweetheart Of long age,
You are many days from the warmth aud
light
OF the summers you used to know;
But you need not yearn for the glamour and
gold
or the field you were wont to roam
o the light for the hearts that are grow
Ing old
Is the light of the lamp at home.
He closed:
Gentlemen, fill your glasses. To all
Of you, to the young man whose true love
is as yet a joy unborn Of the future; to
the man whose true love 10 a present and
glorious reality. and lastly, with all rev.
erence and sympathy, to the man whose
true love is a fond memory Of the past
and a sacred hope Of the future, I offer
this simple toast and ask you TO drink
with me-: To the dearest girl-God bless
herl'"
Those who remained to the end Of the
dinner said it was a pity that DAILY was not
one OF the early speakers. His speech
was voted one OF the most successful given
at any dinner in New York this season.
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