The Brunswick news. [volume] (Brunswick, Ga.) 1906-2016, 1919-11-16

smart Alexis from NebraSky ant
: God knows where, I'd, Id; but a
this point | had to take her out; he
Irish was rising and | was apprehin
sive of having to go bail for her, ou
we went and | must have misseC
that part where he defied our PEG
pie to vote agin his ticket: Larry
says Mike, | wonder why its always
our luck to have some crazy ass
come down here and tell us that
WE are all crazy; Mike, me lad
didn't we know that the patients in
Bedlam Insane Asylum think them
selves the only ones who have any
sense? So there We are What dc
think, We ask Mike? Well | think
if the people who heard LOoSe-us
had to hear another like him, and
they were all voters, the jig would
be up, for unless my eyesight is bad
there was considerable frost in the
reception of Loos-us speech; Not a
soul understand W h a t h e
was talking about ept,
that out of the fog h had
created in the room, he, had faith in
himself that, he was the way, the
truth and the light" and that Com
mission government was the thing
that it would be a crime not to
adopt it spotly on his ipse diXit as
the poet says; so Mike, while the
Board Lads intension was otherwise
the speech didn't benefit the cause
I in my judgment. But it wasn't
played in true sportsmans like way
Mike; it was below the belt, to ring
in public speaker at an annual
meeting of a supposedly CONNER
cial body for the purpose of aiding
the candidates in a petty election
for Aldermen who couldn't put the
scheme over if elected, unless the
majority of the people endorse it
next year; But Mike, when I was
taxing Maggie home, she had quoted
down and says, Larry, ME son, I'm
an old woman and maybe | don't al
ways spake judiciously but | cant
help speaking whats on me mind
All the time that outsider lad was
Cabling away, telling us by insin-
uation and otherwise that we didn't
have men here that knew anything
down here in this land of ours we
love so well, | felt all the time like
he was pointing at me and saying:
Maggie Gallager | don't like that
bonnet We have on; get new style
shaped like a circus tent the suffra-
gettes in Oklerhomer, Prairie du
Shien and Chillycothy Ohio are
wearing; that black silk dress of
yours, coming down to the heels of
your shoes and hiding the fact that
sometime you leave off your stock
ings to ease we bunions, I do not
like; it disguSts me. Change the
style to suit me, wear latest style
witch on the slightest provocation Of
a frisky breeze will show what kind
of carriers we wear, and with. a slit
in the back to notify the public that
we have discarded the old time but
comfortable hustle; the styles we
wear in Peru and Timbuctoo", and
by Hivins Mike, the old dame was
right; she echoed me sentiments as
the poet says, and not only down in
me heart but up i'll the throat, and
Mike had been the same lad | was
some years ago, and had | been
there, when as you say he defied us
beniehted ignorant Georgia Crackers
NOT to vote his ticket; Oh well, |
don't know what would have hap
pened; something mebbe | would be
sorry for afterwards.
Why don't take active interest
in policticks we ask?
Because Mike, me boy, I'm too
Old and long ago quit the game;
Time was tho Mike when | was in
the thick of it. When | landed in
New York, being an Irishman born
and me aunts husband being MINI
Der Of Tammany Hall, it wasn't long
befOr | was a cop, and by easy
stages got into the game. For
years ! was LIST torch bearer in the
professions; scrapper Number 3 in
the fighting squadron and chairman
of the ballot counters, and do We
know Mike, was that careful that
| never counted more votes for any
other party but ours; during me
long tenure of office? but the death
of poor Tim Finnegan was a les
son to me; [ retired, and chose a
quieter path in life. | never heard
of Tim, says Mike No. you never
knew him; he was a Tipperary lad.
Ye see Mike, we had red hot cleo
ton; Finnegan was our ballot artist,
and the Ninth Ward was in doubt.
The row began at the Sivinth pray
cinct in the ward when Pat Malloy
a renegade Tammany man and in
the pay of the republicans, caught
Finigin, carelessly stickin IS addi-
tional ballots in the box, rolled up1