The Republican journal. [volume] (Belfast, Me.) 1829-current, 1909-11-04
A Stranger Who Was Taken In.
One of George P. Fields Birthday Re-
membranes.
[From The Standard, Boston.

Among the numerous remembrances
received on his recent birthday by the
well-known George P. Field Of Boston,
who has been spending the month of
October on his farm at Norwell, Mass,
the one that touched him most deeply
was product of the pen of a neighbor
in the form of a good imitation Of the
famous Dooley letters and written around
the interesting personality of the senior
member of Field & Cowles. obtained
a copy from mutual friend and here it
is:
"What dye think iv the Pure Food
Law, Martini" said Mr.. Hennessy.
"Tis all right, l guess" said Mr..
Dooley, ''but it works quare. See what
it did FIR me old frind Cargo Field, tn
insurance magnate in Boston. The min
ions " the law come down on him an
says they. Did We import some Scotch
whiskey?' 4 did, says he. We'll, we
warn We, they says, not to use amy of it
till we have Inspected an passed it I'M
der tn Food an Dhrug Act in June 80,
1906. Don't We use it, an don't We give
amy OF it to yeer man servant or yeer
maid servant or the stranger that is
within thy gates. But have, says he.
I've dhrinked some of it. Holy smoke, ;
says they, til Jail stares we in tn face. ,
All right, says he, where will go, At
lanta, or LeavenWorth, Kansas? Tis
mesilf wud prefer Bermudy, but We know
bist. Is it sthripes I'll be wearin, or
ball an chain?' Katy, please pack
me thrunk.' 'Hould on, hould on, old
man, says they, not SO fast: after
thinkin' it over, we don't see what good
the whiskey we've dhrunk will do ayether
of US, an. we're wishing We good-day.'
All right, says he, the complimints iv
the season to We. Av We was down to
the farm I'd set the dog onye, Only we've
not been Inspected undher tn Food an
Dhrug Act, an | have ghreat regard
FIR ToWser. >"
He's grand man is Field You can
read all about him in the great work in
titled, Great Insurance Men, an other
Fire Ixtinguishers. He was born in tn
State iv Maine, tn home iv Neal Dow,
an Artemus Ward, of Henry Wadsworth
Longfellow an OF King Spruce. He
worked as boy in Belfast, Maine, an
came to Boston arly in life because he
wanted to find larger field Faith
guess he got it, FIR he weighs nigh three
hundred pounds now. If that amt a
larger Field, iii treat.
Hes turrible gen'rous man, Hin
Missy. He give money to tn San Fran
cisco sutfrs, he give money to the Base
Ball Club, an he give Ben, the coachman,
tn grand bounce"
He can afford to be ginrous, Hinnissy,
f'r he's turrible rich. Do We mind what
he said whin the great Chelsea Fire wus
burning 100000 iv insurance up in
flames. Says he, II must econimise
somewhere. think I'll not smoke any
more cigars that costs more thin three
f'r dollar. hope if we fail up, out iv
this tn creditors will leave me me silk
pajammys, FIR they've been very close to
me in time iv trouble. If We have time,
tomorry, Jason, we might buy me an au-
tymobil. Don't pay more thin nine thous-
and dollars FIR it, FIR times is hard"
"Faith, " said Hinnissy, "what will he
be doin, whin he dies, he'll not be goin'
where there's amy fires accordin to
your talk"
No." said Mr.. Dooley, but do We
know what ST. Pether will say whin he
sees him coming up tn golden stairs. "
NO" said Hinnissy, what will he
say?"
"He'n say" BE ali tn blessed saints,
me joy is now complete. Swing thin
gates open exthry wide. Here comes
Cargo Field. ,"