The herald-advance. (Milbank, S.D.) 1890-1922, 1907-04-12

he lighted his pipe after "a period
OF profound reflection, what is
the mainin' Of this skatln' around
the ward that 3intley be
dom? Yer dumb again, Hennesy,
did We not know II was spring:
Did We not see the case? Whiu
the case aither fly south ia
the fall or north in the spring
time Bintley has a brain storm,
as the Experts say, and divil a
bit of relief can he git but by
%runnin' for an office. What be
the stakes in this racer" inquired
MI. Hinnesy. alderman Of the
First, to be sure" said Dooley.
elf he can't make thin blood
curdlin' spaches on the fures OF
Congress, he can shoot 'em at
thin innocent councilmen. Has
he platform. do ye ask? He
has one Tor ach voter in the
ward. He's promisin'to do great
things, Hinnesy. He's promised
Mulchay to lit his goat Craze in
O'Brien's trout yard and he's
promised O'Brien that his chicks
can dig in Mulchay's garden.
Flaherty is to have his fnce
painted green by the police, the
night watch is to herd Dugan' S
COW. The Johnsons and Olsons
have Bintley's promise of frae
stock fish and Schwartzenburger
and his German frinds are to
have sourkraut and that foul
smelliu' chaze at the Expense of
our city. O'Tule has his wurd
that the police shan't be breakin'
up the next wake aven if they
git to smashin' bids. He's goin'
to make boolevards of the alleys
and d~icarate his front yard with
illictric lights. I tell We, Hinnesy
the first ward will bate the Gar
den of Alden whin Bintley gets a
grip on the givernmint." "And
who's to pay for this illigence,"
humbly inquired Mr.. Hennesy.
"Ye must have been tryin' to
rade the com missioners procad-
ings and lost yer moind, Hinnesy.
The voters in the ward to be
sure" "And who's in the race
agin him." inquired Hennesy.
THAT tall homeley chap, Bill
Martens, that cant make spaches
dicarated with sun1owers and
he's not over mich on promisin'
but Hennesy, in the immortal
wurds of me tavort poet, HE
gifts there just the same Il
thought Dooley that yer frind
Bintley was prachin' prohibition
but a tonne ago." "And SO he
was" said Dooley, ''but he's
loike Mulchay. Ye know Null
ebay had been to a wake and
whin his wife threw him out in
the mornin' he was dazed SO whin
he made his toilet he got the
BOSOM of his pants to the trint,
he was workin' on a roof but a
square from the home and whin
he got ,on the roof his
hid spun round and be dove
to the strate loike a trapaze per-
former. The good folk gathered
round Poor Mulchay is dead
they were crying, whin the good
wife came runnin up. She took
but one look at Mulchay. 'Ye
fools said she, he's not dead
but he's had a terrible twist
$50 Hinnesy it is with me frind
3iEtley, he has twists at frequent
nter walls upon all publicquistions
but Hinnesy, it's not Bintley that
twists, it's the pants, he's the
same ovid boy he was whin he
quit the jumpers. HAS Bintley
not a foine pardner?" asked
Hennesy. $50 he has, replied
Dooley. me and me pardner
George have foine legal talent.
Me pardner George does the
wurk and Bintley does the enter
tainin' and draws the salary. Ye
see, Hinnesy, Bintley has a noos-
paper and whin his greatn ess
gifts slidin' downhill, he takes up
his pin and his history of CRATE
min and proceeds to throw thin
big bookays at himself ye rade
in the News and whin he gifts
hit with a brick from thin other
papers he puts his picture in the
News and they do say Hinnesy,
its mighty consolin' to Bintley
aven If his fz does CRATE on the
narves of them beauty Experts.
But, Hipnesy, do ye hear them
cheerin' Bintley down the strate.
Nj instinct tills inches spendin'
another dollar" And Mr.. DOo-
ley turned out the lights.
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