New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1921-07-19

WlgHt HHDe d0He fNF0lnSeGS Ga0Us
.Seancen' from the GaeIc)
It's great talk the poets used to
be making of frankie and Johnny,
and them the finest pair of lovers
you'd see walking the roads of the
world. And it's often I heard Owen
Roe O'Sullivan, God rest his soul,
telling how he seen them many a
shiny evening at the butt of a ditch,
and they making mighty speeches
of the great women there used to
be one time--Beatrice from the town
of Florence in Italy, and Helen of
Troy, with her flaming head of yell
low hair, that brought ruination on
the sons of men; and Neysa Nc
Mein, that hadn't her equals for
cafneliness in the seven parishes.
And frankie used to be saying it's
great women they were surely, and
it's no lie Pm telling you, but none
Of them had the equal of the love I
have for you this day, Johnny; for
didn't Helen herself renege in the
heel? And it was great and pow
erful wrong she done her man, and
he trusting her, God help her.
But widow woman that had gal
Ions of gold, God forgive her, came
between them; and one Samhain
| night she stole Johnny off to her
little cabin at the foot of the rising
hill and left poor frankie sitting on
her veranda, as lonesome as the
moon of dawn, and with great rage
and bitterness tearing at her heart
till at last she could stand it no
longer, and she took down blunder-
buss that himself used to be anus
ing himself shooting peelers with of
summers evening the time he'd be
after telling her stories of the saints
and holy men of Ireland, and you'd
hear late thrush, or maybe black
bird, singing its praises by the holy
we'll, and off she went to the widow
woman's house, and she making
mighty oaths that would take the
edge off an oak board you'd have
built in door, and when she seen
the pair of them she let hideous
and fearful screech out of her. "And
to think it's you is the man I'm after
laclng to my heartstrings since
Shrove-tide was a year. Well, it's
a cruel and bitter wrong you have
done me this day and it's the truth
I'm telling" And with that she let
him have the full Of the two barrels:
and he stiffened himself out the like
of dead sheep, and never overed it.
All, they We're great lovers surely,
Mister Honey, and you might travel
from the Moat of Knockshedan to
the hills of Annamoe and never find
their likes, mebbe.
Fame moves in a mysterious way;
and some have fame thrust upon
them. When Jack johnson arrived
In Chicago last week "an auto
whisked him to the home of his sis
ter, Miss Fanny Rhodes, 36l2 Grana
boulevard" We lived in that house
for sixteen years, and if self-con-
seriousness exudes from US now, please
do not blame US.
Its headline-the Syracuse Herald's
was Girl Trampled by Picnic
stricken Crowd" and so the proof
room let it stand.
THE DIARY OF OUR OWN SAMUEL PEPYS
July 16 - Lay late, what with long
and futile gaming last night, as fool
hardy and weak thing as ever I do,
and that no faint praise neither. and
so in my petrol-waggon, and drove
Mistress Lynn Fontanne to Great
Neck, wise, pretty lady and q fair
spoken; and l played a few tunes for
her on the piano and she was asleep
after two of them. To Mistress Pearl
Swope's for dinner, and much gaiety
during the evening what with cha
rades, and guessing games, and much
rag, tag, and bobtail.
Invoke early, and found Capt.
+. Tuohy in my room, awake, and
compllmenting me upon the quietness
of my slumbering. SO up with him
and for swim, not very pleasant, it
being Jaw tide; and then l trying to
do some scrivening, but it seemed
poor tinsel stuff, SO / tore it up. To
rlay some lawn tennis with F. Fox,
and acquitted myself not we'll, and so
drove Lynn to the city again, and
home and worked till past midnight.
and to bed, the earliest 1 have been IN
q sevennight.
4 1a-Early up, and to the office, and
finished my stint, and so to Travers
Island to play tennis, and took Mis-
tress Anne Bunner with me, and then
homo and writing all the evening,
but distract over the loss of my wallet
with poem in it, and check for $3.50,
and some money, too.
Just because Mignon ran second at