San Antonio light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1911-1993, 1924-03-30
BIDS FAREWELL TO MIR. WEE.

To The Editor:
The person who signs himself John
Ii. Wee staged comeback i'll Sun
days Light, but it was hopeless
failure. He presents the spectacle of
fellow frying in his own fat; hav-
ing forgotten that the hole in his face
made by an all wise Providence was
originally intended for feeding pur-
poses he has transformed that other
wise useful chasm into veritable
cave of the winds! Parrot like, he
spills his inane dribble without ceas-
ing, his hobby being poking his nose
where the atmosphere is not malador-
GUS enough TO notice the intrusion,
he has been spelling for attention and
received it.
A letter in The Light-"O wee one
for Mr.. Wee"-was a crushing in
dictment of social conditions that OBJ
tain in the land of the Thistle,
whether the writer's knowledge OF
same were entirely correct is lrrele-
want; one thing sure, it was sufficient
to bring forth a denial, nay, fight
from a real herman, but the jolly Scot
believes discretion is the better part
of valor," leaving well enough alone.
Being pressed for facts by IN.
| Deesa" on subject of which he is
| ignorant. the jolly Scot, true to form,
denies making the statements that
started the controversy. Gallant like,
he continues calling on a Catholic
priest for argument, knowing the lat
ter is forbidden by VOWS from public
controversies. Mr.. Wee, ct al, car
rest assured the priesthood does not
need cover nor a defender, Rev. SUI
cranes, could, doubtless, make the
jolly Scot feel like roasted kipper
if he desired, for he is armed with
the necessary weapons-a quick intel
ligence and superior education. No
intellectual infant could reach the
| first stages, the curriculum would kill
him.
Mr.. Wee, spills lot Of spleen on
the Irish, they are evidently not wor-
ried, but it gives a good imitation OF
buzzard pucking ut a thunderboit'
As to his conversation with the
Prince of Darkness. of whose existence
| have no more doubt than of God,
am moi, surprised; the old chap has
many ways of magnifying his powers
The evidence of his possession of some
people is manifest by virulent
hatred of the Hirish and their church
and its priesthood. The old chaps
muttering about the Golf course is a
sure sign he is all fixed up to play
hell with the jolly Scot.
Mr.. Wees account of the CONVERSE
ton betrays the fact that they in
dulged in bootleg "liker" instead OF
Scotch. The real story. would read
like a page of Cromwellian history,
when that geneltman (who / am sure
conversed with the jolly Scot in the
lower regions) wrote into the laws
governing employment agencies "No
Irish need apply" under which tho
poet Moore wrote:
1.-The above lines are written well;
The same is written on the gates OF
hell"
Not finding any, but home folks in
the lower regions, it must be some
what disappointing small wonder the
jolly Scot got his wires crossed.
Mr.. Editor, space for this in The
Light is requested, as | am about to
sober up. and in all probability will
not trouble you soon again. In bidding
adieu to the jolly Scot. | shall advise
him. HE back to the hillside of the
homeland, instead Of remaining here,
"a dead easy mark" for shafts of ridi-
culc. Git, slide, skeddadle. before
some American with a sprinkling OF
Irishs blood Inadvertently runs you
ont. r. L. c.