The Catholic bulletin. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1911-1995, 1920-03-27

drunk, an didn't Liam Druga go into
the public house to get him, as the
saying is.
An didn't Ned say that he had al
ampton, didn't Ned O'FarreH' get
ways obeyed Liam in Clonmel, but
wasn't going to be tied to his apron
strings, now that he was a solder on
foreign service? ~ =.
Faith, and what did Liam do? Why,
he seized him, powerful Ned O'Far-
| rell, by the waist, and carried him
| bodily out of the public house.
An don't forget that Ned OFarrell
| was the champion hand-ball player,
| wrestler, and hammer throWer In
| Clonmel; and a man, who is cham
| pion of Clonmel is champion OF the
world-always.
Maybe Liam Druga didn't keep a
close eye on his b'hOys in London ana
Paris 1t was a splendid sight to see
the fifty-seven CIonmel boys march
| ing UP the aisle to Holy Communion
| in Westminster Cathedral and in the
| Church of Notre Dame. Weren't they
on an average three inches taller than
! the redcoats in khaki, an five inches
| taller than the poilus? s@ .
| An fight? Well, I'm a Clonmeler,
and maybe prejudiced in their favor;
| so, if you're not an Anglo-SaXon, III
| leave that to your imagination.
Did the Clonmel b'hoys go to the
trenches? "rll say they did said
| Steve ODonnell, who'd been in Amer
| ky and Salt Lake City.
| They nearly all got killed in the
great war, but each and every one of
| them with a smile on his lips and a
| message to Clonmel. An glory be to
| God! they died in the arms of Liam
| Druga; but, by the irony of fate, Liam
died in the arms of a Church of Eng.
| land chaplain who held the crucitiX
to his eyes.
1t was at the second battle of the
! Marine that Liam fell; and, as there
| wasn't a Catholic chaplain nearby,
Ned O'Farrell brought over the Rev.
| Horace Clyde, a good man from Eng
land There was no need for Liam
Druga to go to confession, for l hon.
estly believe that he never committed
a sin in all his glorious life, barring
the slime that he presented me (Bar-
ney Earhart) with. thrashing for
stealing Granny Cullen's eggs. .t
| Maybe Liam Druga wasn't respected
by all? Didn't Lieutenant-Colonel
Arundel de Mcisley, guards officer
come to his side on hearing the sad
news.
I'm a travelled man, and I've seen
strange things in my time; an Orange
parade in Dublin; a st. Patrick pa
rade in Belfast: a Clonmel man drunk;
all kinds of things; but I'll swear by
ST. Patrick, who is now dead and gone
God rest his soul twice oyer!-that
saw a tear in an English officers
eyes; and Colonel Arundel
De Moisley Of King Georges army
; an the dominions beyond the seas
was the man whom | modestly i'm
this fact.
what can do for you? 1t is yours
to command" said the officer.
Take me back to Clonmel,' sale
Liam Druga, with a smile; and such
smile I've never seen on a mans
J woman's or child's face before OF
, since.
}, In the churchyard outside Of Clon
mel is q new tombstone, on which is
t inscribed:
) R. |. P.
, Erected to the Memory of Liam Drugs
f by Lieut. Colonel Arundel de Moisley,
Royal Engineers.
5 Sacred to the memory Of gallan
t gentleman and a gentle priest.
5 Killed In the Second Battle of thu
II Marine.
t Who did you think tends the sham
e rocks on Liam Druga's grave?
e Why, the Clonmel bully, Ned O'Far
j. rell.
l. That's the Irish Of it.
y W. F. ChenaL