The New York herald., 1922-01-29

and the contracting business in the great
metropolis, there was a lad 1 knew by the
name of Mike Coyne. To Michael one
night, friends, was born child. 1t was
daughter Nay more. 1t was his eighth
daughter
"And, 10 and behold you, friends my
young friend Coyne absently jammed the
doctors hat over an eye and went down
to Gilligan's place of business and got
ossifed, picked, spifflcated, soused, and
finally stewed He"
Three rousing cheers for good old
Coyne!" here cried sharply Clarence
Santee from amid the standees, Mr.. Santee
being the borough unfortunate who lately
has been taking the cure at the State insti-
tuition at Trenton, but is again back in the
borough at his old tricks.
Chief of Police Herb Longstreet here
moved over beside Port Light Santee, as
the unfortunate is known in this com.
mune, and restored order temporarily
under threat of taking sharp measures by
ejecting Mr.. Santee from Fire House, as
usual.
ITO resume" resumed Hon. Quinn, him.
self unlocking his famous Irish black
thorn cane. full of knots, thorns and
stickers from the back of his chair and
walking backward surreptitiously to
point a foot from where Clarence Santee,
the Borough unfortunate, was sort Of
draped across the rail back of Council
mems seats.
Young Mike Coyne. say said sharply
between his teeth Councilman Quinn, he
all the time kind of gazing backward out
of one eye to where Port Light Santee was
swaying like vine over the railing, was,
l was saying if memory serves me Alright,
at the birth of his eighth, as l recall"
Yep, yep, yep, Senator!" here again
cried Clarence Santee impatiently. "Coyne
was plastered, pifflica--"
Fortunately young Emmons Derwent,
who is only feet TALL was the only
thing between where Hon. Quinn started
to swish backward his Irish blackthorn
covered with knobs, thorns and stickers,
and where Port Light Santee sort of
Strengthened up to meet the big wallop.
For several minutes it looked like there
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Santee was carried across N. Main to
Applegate's Cut Rate Pharmacy, where
he again was treated by DR.. Wilbur Peters
Of 3 Old County Line road, West Her.
bertsville, but later removed to Glenn
Pearces boarding stables in Hardshell
place in DR.. Peters's fiivver. where the un-
fortunate has been making his residence
since being released from the State cure.
Resumes His Famous Story
of Young Coyne's Eighth Baby
Anyway" resumed Hon. Quinn, who
here acknowledged frankly that his anec-
dote about this young man named Michael
Coyne had been destroyed in the telling,
my young friend Coyne finally started
out from Gilligan's to return to his bed
after the birth of his eighth, only to wake
of a morning gazing out of box car at
snowclad peaks against pink sky like the
teeth of a niger boy In a watermelon
slice And Coyne's home, let me add, was
in that unmountainous part of the me-
tropoIis known as The Bronx.
Friends, the young father had gone
too far Months, yet years. rolled by;
and when one bright election morning
Mike Coyne stepped from a car Of the
Third avenue elevator at Mott avenue,
The Bronx, and rang the bell of his own
home, 10 and behold you, friends! who
should toddle TO the door and open IL but
his eighth born daughter, now at least
able to walk.
Nanny, come quick! squawked the
little codger. Here's a strange gent at
the front door drunker'n fool!" PRO
longed laughter from one and all except
the Rev. Pilberry and Councilwoman Faith
Prettyman.)
THE young male parent, friends" then
began to conclude Hon. Quinn along about
$50 p. M. o'clock. when everybody had