Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1914-03-15

for three days there was more excite
ment through Ireland than you ever
heard of in your life before. People was
busting bottles everywhere. They were
smashin' EN- right and left.
You'll remember that all the pictures
YOU ever saw of *. Patrick showed hin
with club in his hand. Well. that's the
answer. He smashed the bottles. and ir
three daNs you couldn't find a snake il
the whole of Ireland
The Observer was aShaSt His friend
Bill is more or less truthful by inclination
not that he tells too much truth: he is
a judicious truth teller. He believes il
variety. But this seemed to be strainins
the suspender of veracity to a point
where something had to break.
You are not trying to tell me- said
the Observer, savagely, that you Irish
have never had drink since the day
when st. Patrick drove the snakes out OF
Ireland?'
NO said Bill. regretfully. Il wouldn't
go so far as to say that. But / will say
that the snakes We're reduced. And
whatever snakes an Irishman sees now
adays are pure accident. You can't ac-
count for them by logic. And I could
mention the name of several famous
Irishmen along + street row who would
take the witness stand in proof of this
fact.
lhefe is an IRISH contractor IN WASH
ington. He contracts for anything that
anybody else will contract for. He has
some wagons and owns an interest in I.
brick mill or kiln or whatever it Island
he speaks the widest brogue that was
ever hauled out of County Cork.
What about this snake story?' asked
the Observer, wandering into the con-
tractors Office
The contractor raised wide. red face
and grinned amiably. Evidently he had
just cleaned somebody out of lot of
money
TITS rare story. me bohy.' respond
ed the contractor, land tbs meself that's
settin' to tell We the story, as it was
told to me-
"Off that historical business" said the
Observer. Il want facts
"A foine kind of Observer We are,
jeered the contractor. 'if We are tryin' to
rely on facts. Ohm tellin' We the story as
it was told to me and We kin take it or
lave it accordin' to your wish"
Shoot urged the Observer.
back in his chair and lighting a cigar
that would have given an ordinary man
apoplexy, lit me sthart.
"'Twar rainy marnin' whin a crowd
of the Irish came into the affice of st.
Patrick and said to him.
livery fut of ground in Ireland is
shootin' up snakes. We're up to doin'
something about it and we don't know
phwat to do
do? SEE ST. Patrick. what We wants
is to get good man to take over the job
at a contract rate
But seq the crowd who kin we get
who knows anything about moving out
snakes?
st Patrick riz up and tapped himself
on the chist
Without spakin' unduly about me
self. SEE he, 'Oi will tell We that ye ARE
in the presence of the greatest extermi-
nator that the world has ever seen, not
exceptin' Carrie Nation
THE crowd laughed at him.
" Laugh away SEE St. Patrick, but
pay me me money and Oil show We that
the determination is the simplest thing in.
the wurrld.
80 they offered him some money. how
much / never heard. And he started in.
First he hired every man he could locate
to act as assistant. He offered EN- fair
price for snakes heads, allowin' himself
fair profit over and above what they
would get This is good business.
.'Whin the assistants started to work.