The Chickasha daily express. (Chickasha, Indian Territory [Okla.]) 1899-current, 1915-11-18
by GEORGE H. WYATT.

Good mornin' to yez, Misther Nc.
Conigalg said o'Toole as he dropped
i.nto the eminent lawyers office a few
mornings since. seated himself in the
easiest chair, helped himself to three
cigars and a handful OF matches and
proceeded to make himself at home
rs ut well you are, me bye? Sure,
0rn take a snifther from thot private
stock av yours. Phwat the divil's thot
yez are a-sayin' about me spittin' in
your bloody ould waste basket? An
phwat is ut Dim a-carin' whittier the
naygur puts his hands in ut ar not7
For ON spit phwere oi plaze-to the
divil wild your naygur Can't be iaun-
Dry the mitts az him afther he Implies
the waste basket2
"spakin' av waste haskits, Mr. Nc
Gonigal, remoinds me av ixtravagance.
And spakin' az ixtrayagance remoinds
me thot the youths ay today are some.
thin fierce whin compared with the
vans who lived in the tonnes az ths
long ago. Now, there was our frind
Jim. Why. twas only the ither day
thot OF saw the lad standin' forninst
the picked wind counther av one ay
The ladin' soft dhrink imporiums av
this city. a-blowin his silf an a-spindin'
his change on a strawberry blondine
wiz 2 winnin smoile and a pair av
higL -eeleG shoes a-blowin' his kale
ioike a spindthrift indade, as indaae
he wuz.
Now, tell me, Misther McoGnigal,
iv yez can, ply ut is thot foine young
laddy buck av this day and tonne. in
this age ay inlightenmint an Christian
ICED warfare, deems ut necessary to
unlimber the pocketbook av his sill
loike German ARTILLERY corps a-un-
limberin' av their tree hundred milli-
meter guns. livery tonne foine damsil
blows into his way an gazes forninst
her wid languishin oiyes? Does yez
suppose. Misther AlcGonigal thot he
thinks he will be afther maxim himsil
the more solder wild her by a-spindin
aY his loose change on ice cream
fizzes an root beer iulips an Iimeade
frappes an wakened-wather rickeys2
IF he be so thinkin' uts mistaken
he is, aceordin' to me own thoughts, an
accordin TO the tachein's av the ould-
est hook thot morthal mon wuz iver
eddicated in since the tonne whin the
first printher and binder toorned out
The foirst set av statoots beauchifully
embossed on the foinest av stone
Sure, Misther McGonigal. me dear.
4 wuz ont to an intertainmint the
ither noisht oi wuz. an at thot inter
iainmint Oi saw the heauchiful sthory
ay an eccono-mickle coortship iximpli
fled an tould in play-actin thot wuz
thrue to natur' and touchin' to me
heart An thot sthory wuz borried
from thot book Oi'm afther tenin' till
yez about
"Misther McGonigal, the sthory wuz
av a young mon-as bould yoong blade
as wuz iver Rory O'Moore, An this
mon had in plinty, We wux tould. av
the worruld's goods. Sure. an twas
a big farmer he wuz. wild acres on
acres av golden grain. an horses an
mon servints an maid servints an
COWS an jasaxes an sheep a-nibblin'
eff av the hillsoides an outten the
valleys
''Now. this mon hal bank accounts
AM stock in the railroad thot wuz built I
-iviral thousan years later across the +
Plains ay Abraham an into the city av
Jericho an londsoide the River av
Icurdan an finally got lost in the
Yis. Misther McGonigaL +
his broth av a bye had av the wor- /
rnid's riches a-plinty. Sure, an he
NNtA aAt Eof oftllSEAOtec stcaAS VII E
nnion thrimmin's siyin DAYS in the
wake an have a clane shirt livery sun
lay. An he didn't have 10 use a safety
-azor on account av the savin' sv tx
,inee, but could be woild an ixtravi-
int an so to union barber shops an
AVE tree shaves in wan wake an
therwise live loike lor-ud
Well. Misther McGonigal, this lad
Jim a-dllin' yez av wnz loike al ither
hilder' av min So. came a DAY
Thin he made goo-goo Dives at the
aymale species. Twas thin this mon
tint to his ould mither an he sez to
be miiher ar him. seq he 70 his tnither.
Nither. sez he, 'uts a-thinkin av git
In married. OF am. an the mither
Ifted her cen an lukfed IN the face
y the son av her, an saw thot twas
o longer a kid-loike he WIZ. but a
rowed up mon. Thin twas thot the
lither- crossed kersir an ssid. The
aints presarve Us now. an phRst is
I the bye's a-taikin' avE- An he ser.