Putnam patriot., 1909-09-17
BYRON D. BUGBEE

enough liquid inthrest in life [ kape thim goin anithcr day. Poor devils f'r thHn indade life Is wan conehnu- ous grind Tn tn words iv tn great pote an statesmana Cheif of pois Shippe. lis a thing fiat. stale and with out no graft The W C T U---. "ph4t.s that?' interrupted Mir hes nisey .'l niver had no eolledee educa- tion. Martin Dooiey, say. raymimber that No use fer ye [ thry all sprid yer larnin out on me Ye might as we'll give nip iv that aud rye there to a
 Pollander. that dhrinks barreed beer What is 1t ye started to sphcli2''
 The w (. T. u," said MT Dooley. accepting the reproof patiently. Tn W. C I. U is tn Woman's Garry Nation Tcmpestous Union. Only 'tis like no union ye iver belonged to. Nary a bit lis secret organization v gr-reat power, aimed al tn throat N the nation. Its password, whispered from home to home. is Down with tn Demon Rumf We'll anyway. as l was sayin' whin ye displayed yer ignorance be intheruptin' me, tn W. (. T. U. says 'tis a shame an crime fer the loiks iv me [ give thim poor divils dhrink But don't know lis th' only change from tn sthOck-yar- and tn mills they eyir git an. anyway, if l didn't give thim dacint dhrinks here. thed go down the sthreet [ foive-cint Claneys an git worse an more of it.
 But phat. says ye, has all this got [ do with you an yer fathers place out in Cook County, lll-which is near Chi ' \ ! that most iv thim lads has gof [ sthay here. where their iohs is, but ye are free f.r home in tn countryside. wid tn birds Singin' in tn cherry tree, waitin f'r the first ripe vans, an tn cows lowin' softly an sadly in tn corn field, an th' cheery chickens chirpin ill tn garden patch. Did ye niver, lawn Hennisey. in yer meinds eye. did ye niver compare what yer loif woud be there. t what 1t is nova dhream pure an undehled (like that glass yer dhrin- ino. compared to a higous nightmare that's what twould be.
 Here. lis the screech in tn mornin' whistle assails yer unaiSey ear. an dhrags ye firm paceful slumhcrs into tn shnokey day. There 'twould be tn soft an lesin' voice iv yer good wife lawn Hennisey, ye lazey loafer. ar're ye goin' [ sthart me hre at all this day ; Here ye rush firm hasty break fast. ai,in' yer last half cup iv coffee an douehnut on tn way to catch crowed carr i'r tn loop" Th're. afther yer mornin's meal. ye would sSunter out into tn front yar-rd. an afiher iightln' 3 scgar an rcadiu' tn weather reports an tn mornin's K. F D."
 "No more iv thin ietters," put in Mr Hennisey. Talk common wor-rds.
 Well th mornin' mail thin: ye'd say, Well. byes, come on. we'll hoe that seyin' acre pratie field this mornin'. he for th' heat iv th' day An so 'twould go, till th shades " evenin' was drawn down on tn front windows. an ve gathered yer shfnall h.t healthy family about yer knee, an turned on the nhonv graft ' h eyenin's entertainment. wid Take Me Back n Noo York Town CT that fastest poplar his. 'Nhin tn I-iiaes Shr,en 8gin m Illion. III, Shwset Esfhelle. An af last. yer days work ended an yer wages snint. ye wud re tire u yer modest couch, eyin as lawn h aT Edward Rex, 10 dhream swase dhreauas Words fail me [ paint that picture ss she should he painted, Hen ni>~y. 'Tweuld take Donovan. the rale estate agent. [ do r justice. Or tn lnes ss tfs' immoral pote. Ella Wheeler Wilson Wilcox Breathes therc tn man with se.., sa
 dead
 Who nfser to hirnsilf hath said
 This is me own, me native bed
 Her> aEi1 sung. an' l shall slape
 Til Fh' last shades iN dark night crane Into their heie IT iii riss iv thp dsxr
 ~Ah this. Eennissy. me h4v. aIl shsS yc might have. an ye wud. Rus. no. se snr-rn yer hack upon # an sthart r. th hod an h niortor pile. an yer raeasre Ss.eo psr day. an no scab labor Iis anare wor-rld Eviry farEne- could. figure out noghias greater rh;, hesn' h editor iv h county uewsnsaer An ih editors dEszsa sss hsasia ss ,o