Waterbury evening Democrat., 1908-10-01
MRS cAsEY's OBSERVATIONS.
She Relishes the Effect of Harvard
 Reuose On Present Day Politics.

Repose On Present Day Polircs.
 Sure dearie. If I had few more bucks sunk in me kick I'd make Mi- chaei Fave his job as dipty janitor and chase himself of for to go to school at Ha'arverd. There's q gra and little school for ye. Gra'and! 'Tis a place, I'm tould, where the idle r'rich Is teached the t'eory of foot ball and the practish of polytics.
 "Thim paches is illigant. Ate them skin and all as they do potaties in the ould country. They is good for the lua ~rantine--if ye happen to have it.. Thank ye. But listen: The gintle- man who laves me kape me fruit sthand here-he owns the building is a Ha 'arverd man. Anyway he was wanst. He may be cured now He stopped this morning for to buy a bag of paches- typewriter do rel ish them-and says to him, Tell me, says, what soort of snare, says I, is this here school at Haar- verd,' says, what turrns out two such gra'and little men as Teddy Roosevelt and Willie Hursht? says l.
 CT am delighted, Mrs Casey, he says, that ye didn't ask me If Mer- kle touched second base, and if he did why not says he. They taches naw- thing as ha' ard as that at Ha'arverd, he says. At Ha'arverd they mostly taches repose of mind and matther, he says. and manner
 "'Did Teddy and Willie take the full course?' I says. Give me the paches,' he says, I'm in hurry says he.'
 But they a'are gra'and little men at that. Willie Hursht is a man cud love if knew what his poly tics. If man is nathur raypoob- lican nor a dimmycrat thin what is he? Me ould man, Casey himself, wud always Fave me know before H. fiction what he was. I'm to be a raypooblican this year, me dear he wud say, for the boss has give me fine job as watchman on the dock where can slape all night and take care of the precinct he'd say, all day. Or I'm dimmycrat this year, darlint,' he'd say and the wages is betther than a watchman's.'
 There ye have good sinse. But what is Willie Hursht? Iris as fool ish to be nayther raypooblican nor dimmycrat as to slaughter a pig in the wane of the moon. Yell get no fat, for the fairies has tux it all for their lamps.
 But maybe Willie has all the fat he needs. Iris not for fat but fun he's playing the game. 'Tis not so wid his papers. He's Grrand little editor. Manny's the Evening Hursht I've sold at the bridge to the shop girls, for well they relished his ille- gant sthories on How to be Loved Though Unlovely,' and the likes.
 But 'tis the Ha'arverd polytics what most delights me. Wan year Ha 'arverd Willie lambasts Ha'arverd Teddy until Teddy chases Sictary Root over here to wallop Willie plenty. Then some more. There was gr'rand fight! At the ind Teddy had Willie over the ropes and wid all the repose of Ha'arverd in his man ner was uppercutting him on the jaw, soaking him in the eye and now and thin spiking him in the shin be way of reminding him of his department and for good measure.
 Willie tux his batting wid lovely repose and promised for to be good next time. Thin they shuch hands and adjourned to the Ha 'arverd cloob for to dope out threaty of pace. Ye see the result. 'Tis won of the most Ireposeful campaigns in the hishtory of the wooruld. A barge picnic wid sthrong a'arm gangs rough housing on two decks to Wanst is sewing circle be the side of 1t. Wan marn- ing Willie chucks two rocks at Ted dy's in'mies in the dimmycrats' camp and the next marning he heaves a couple at Teddy's in'mies in the raypooblican camp. He has most of thim lodging and the rest guessing.
 'Hooray!' says Teddy. Tree cheers he says, for ould Ha'arverd. We'll trun, Hursht!' he says. Good eye, Willie says he. Put thim over the middle of the plate. me la'ad, he says, for they cant hit nawthin, says he. Yer almer mather will be proud of ye, he says. Soak 'em lag'in,' says he, 'an' I'll make ye sic'- tary of wa'ar in 1913,' says he, for the gr'reater gloory of ould Ha'ar- verd,' he says.
 Well, the ca am and repose of the combat suits Willie firm his thatch to his spats. Now and thin he stops hur'rling bombs at Teddy's in'mies and takes a side swipe at wan of his own. That's the time Chanler gets his. My Michael was telling me about 1t. Willie was sp'aking on the sthoomp in hall. There's Chan ler,' he says He's lame duck run ming for to be governor. He's no good, he says. He's Cha'arlie Mur- phys pocketbook,' says he, worn smooth be much touchin,,' he says. At that time some wan in the hall yells out, 'Chanler was yer own run- ming mate and won out. What did you win?' Willie makes a grab for his ca ard index and his bundle of Sthandard He letthers. Find out that mans namen he shouts. Find