The Irish standard. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn. ;) 1886-1920, 1910-08-20

name is Carson. miscalculated my
speed. l know Colonel Krimnitz. and
if''-
Colonel Krimnitz Sir" said Captain
Bolger, ''is temporarily on leave. l am
the officer OF the day, sir. You will
produce u pass for your COMPOUNDED
aeronef or shall order YOU
II feel sure" said MFR. Carson. that
Colonel Krinlnitz"-
Colonel Krimnitz be hanged" re-
torted Captain Bolger. You can't
come the Krimnitz game, sir, while lie
is on leave. Sergeant"
"Captain" said the sergeant, salut-
ing.
See what that thing is in the fell
lows hand" pointing to Mr.. Waddy's
camera. Take it. and If it's bomb
| explode it at sea. If it's camera
turn it over to me instantly and confine
these men. My compliments to Major
Fathers, and say to him that l have
| confined three men who ran the guard
in an airship. with bombs or cameras,
as the case may be; that have the
| airship under guard and await his in
structions ut headquarters"
And Captain Bolger hippety- hoped
to headquarters. followed by soldier
with a camera. The three interlopers
went into the guardhouse, while Cap
tain Bolger's message went to Major
of Colonel Krimnitz.
II Won't stand it." Mr.. Waddy shout
ed. II want to wire John II. Gum.
want to wire Washington, tell you
John II. Gum, speaker Of the house!
He'll make somebody chew hay for
thisv'
Mr.. Craighead began humming Its
Twenty Miles to Vassar," evidently a
West Point dirty. paced the guard
house, turning corners with military
precision or stood accurately with Ger
tain fingers on certain seams of his
trousers as precise as tin soldier.
The atmosphere had permeated his
called for them his stride might have
been offered as a model.
/ Access to Major Fathers desk was
opened for them by orderlies described
by Mr.. Waddy rs states prison look
ing fellows, armed to the teeth. The
major was thin, solemn, bilious look
ing, as If he had bad liver from serv-
ice in the tropics; naughty. as if the
liver had overhowed his temper.
| "Who are you?" said Major Flathers.
| "Who are we?" cried Mr.. Waddy
"Who are we? American citizens. sir!
Citizens and taxpayers before you was
ever born. sir! Wire John H. Gum
at Washington that Cyrus Waddy's
shut up in Jail, an you'll find out!
YOU'LL
ut would seem an economy Of time,
Mr.. Waddy," said the major, after
| quelling him with yellow glover.
mot to trouble Mr. Gum or the presi-
dent. who might find it inconvenient
to attend for purposes Of Identification.
| What can you say, sir?"
This query was directed at Craig
head.
Most high and illustrious one" said
he, "the world is wide, its population
some sixteen hundred millions OF
this considerable force we are but
three You ask us. o serenity, to set
ourselves apart from the others by
brands and marks. How can the thing
be proved? 1t is hard saying, and
yet didst ever see that serrated nose?
Give me a pen, and let me mark it
Exhibit Az"
| The major arose with pronounced
absence Of haste. adjusted pair Of
rimless glasses to his precipitous beak
by d clasp of special construction, ex-
amined Craighead's nose critically and
impersona1ly, as If looking at speci-
men in case. slowly removed the
| glasses and deliberately reseated him
self.
81 have observed such nose in but
one case" snid he, "but its introduce
ton in evidence does not establish its
identity with the only snout Of similar
symmetry recorded. Exhibit A. will
be considered for what it is worth-as
evidence. Proceed"
81 will now render song, which
beg this honorable body to receive as
Exhibit b."
Though this declaration made dis
tinct sensation among the officers and
ordcrlies. and though the sergeant.
who was a shorthand reporter, broke
three pencils in his agitation, Major
Fathers never let down by even one
degree the saturnine dignity Of his
presence. Craighead sang with fine
independence Of tune. but with an
air and style of tone emission which
reminded all hearers Of basso pro-
fundo laboring III the trough of the
! heaviest vocal sea.
| Oh, It's twenty miles to Vassar, and the
Hudson for to cross!
| There's regulations to be broke at both
/ ends of the route.
| But Belindas eyes are like the sky. Be-
| linda's hair Is floss
| And Jim is black and plagued with love
I and doesn't care a boot.
! Oh. it's twenty miles to Vassar,
| But it's fifty smiles at Vassar,
| And it's other lovey -dovey things in hosts
! beyond compare!
Oh. the love Of dear Belinder burns his
| heart into cinder.