New-York tribune., 1922-05-21

bloomln well 'avin'. If it 'ain't Rarnev's
party, Pm mistaken. And yvot are we ere
for? We're ere, tyke it, to ear Bow Bells
relyte is bloomin' travels. Many as agrees
say hi"
"Bow Bells!" Barney Walker!" "Wot's the
matter wi Bow Bells" "E's ali right" re-
sponded the company amid rattling Of glass
ware and tumut of shouts So, nodestly,
deprecatngly as became distinguished trav-
eler, Mr.. Walker arose
Il amt much of and at gaooin'." said
Barney. "Wot | want to tell YOU Is that Lon
don as changed forty wys in forty wear Do -
you chaps mind 'ow it used to be round the
Stock LXchynge wen we was in London?
H'every man you'd meet between 10 an
round the Bank an the Exchynge were a
bloomin' toff Top ats an frock coats were
the uniform. H'everybody 'ad to be togged
n out IN black frock an topper from clarks
gettln thirty bob week to brokers mykin'
a 'undred thousand year.
"Well, the war done away wi that To-d'y
there amt top at nor frock coat in sight
Bowler ats an sacks-h'any old suit O. tweed
is dee rigoor arst the bobby abaht it on
Corn'lll side. He sez livery superior likel,
C'est lie gurr e sez. Then he pulls on his
wife gloves an swes hout is chest, an walks
a'wy | sez to a man wot was standin' close
'Wot mykes the constable hup styge?' 'Ow
e says, the bleeders is all H'Ox1ord an
Cambridge men now -d'ys so wot the ell can
you hexpect?'
Down Fleet Street l goes. .Wots the
matter 'ere?' sez to myself 'Th'y've chynged
the ole fyce O nyturc.' You men know wot
they done. They tore down Temple Bar an
hOOn1ip' ovoh in Pr;+f
or somewheres. Fleet Street looks like ouse
without front door,, They s'y it 'ad to be
done long of the traffict. If the traffct got
any eavier than wot it wos in nv CIV there
must ave been dirty work at the crossroads
Temple Bar? They moved it down the
country some plyce,'' interposed Mr.. Binks Il
don't recollect where, but l read in the pyper
time they tore it darn. Ow, WE'LL" he went
on, "wot's Temple Bar but a bloody hold
shambles Were they 'ung the 'eads O better
than US! There's places in London I'd
lot rawther be. Wot price 'Ackney Marshes
Of Sunday mornin'? There's were yer'd
the 'oi polloi on a 'oliday. AIRY and
Arret an the donkey carts, pitch an toss
an cocoanut SHES, an the pearl button boys
nlyde famous by Chevalier. Manys the 'appy
hour l spent on 'Ackney Marshes, lads, wen
| nipper. | can ear em now ollern
'Rowl, bowl pitcE-three SHES a penny
H'every time you its a target you gets a
milky coco--Waukup! Waukup Waukup!'
"Wot | rise to remark is" resumed Mr.
Walker, we've got to destroy this hevidence,
an 'oever's in charge o this ere commissary
'ad orter attend to is bloomin job. We've 'ad
CAB enough for one night. A song hall to-
gether now-let's go:
COW along o. me,
Come along O me, me bo-o-o-y,
An we'll go down to Petticut Lane
An buy yer corduroy
The chorus accompanied by much
stamping of feet and emphasis on the "Wrack-
Tiddy." At it's noisiest climax came clam
orous banging on the outer door. Five sur
viving bottles of Genlivet vanished as if by
magic. 1t was Oleson, the janitor.
'De boss say you ban raisin' too moch hail.
drawled Ole. clay say ef you ban goin do
dis all matt he call de cop"
"Let me 'andle im,' said Mr.. Walker, ris-
ing. "Ole," he went on, bestowing on the
janitor bottle bearing Glasgow label,
'ere's a present for the boss Give it to
i'm wi the compliments O Barney Walker.
Pour yourself drink now an come for
other wen you ave chawnce, but tyke the
boss lis soothin' syrup afore e owls for the
wagon"
Ole, dsposing of ten-fnger drink with
out winking, started for regions below, grin
ming broadly. Ten minutes later he returned
with message.
"De boss say" he reported, Ito tai Meester
Walker hay ban moch obliged. Hay say go
ahet an raise all de hal you vanta-hay ban
DAT an domb.'
Then the lid blew off. The spirit of con-
viviality demanded teamwork. Walker led
procession, each man with his left hand on
the shoulder of his predecessor. In every
mans right was glass. The route led round
Walkers sitting-room table, thence down
short hall to the dining room, round the dim
ing table and return by way Of connecting
bedroom. 1t was a continuous performance.
Passing the sideboard the column halted,
marking time until glasses were replenished.
Chandeliers ratified, chairs overturned. A
china dog fell off the bookcase and crashed
into fragments. Stamping feet and shouting,
they drowned the crockery pups expiring pro-
test in time e-honored chantey: