Mr. Dooley: In the Hearts of His Countrymen.
by Finley Peter Dunne.
EXPANSION.
"Whin we plant what Hogan calls th" starry banner iv Freedom in th" Ph"lippeens," said Mr. Dooley, "an" give th" sacred blessin" iv liberty to the poor, down-trodden people iv thim unfortunate isles,-dam thim!-we"ll larn thim a lesson."
"Sure," said Mr. Hennessy, sadly, "we have a thing or two to larn oursilves."
"But it isn"t f"r thim to larn us," said Mr. Dooley. ""Tis not f"r thim wretched an" degraded crathers, without a mind or a shirt iv their own, f"r to give lessons in politeness an" liberty to a nation that mannyfacthers more dhressed beef than anny other imperyal nation in th" wurruld. We say to thim: "Naygurs," we say, "poor, dissolute, uncovered wretches," says we, "whin th" crool hand iv Spain forged man"cles f"r ye"er limbs, as Hogan says, who was it crossed th" say an" sthruck off th" comealongs? We did,-by dad, we did. An" now, ye mis"rable, childish-minded apes, we propose f"r to larn ye th" uses iv liberty. In ivry city in this unfair land we will erect school-houses an" packin" houses an" houses iv correction; an" we"ll larn ye our language, because "tis aisier to larn ye ours than to larn oursilves yours. An" we"ll give ye clothes, if ye pay f"r thim; an", if ye don"t, ye can go without. An", whin ye"re hungry, ye can go to th" morgue-we mane th" resth"rant-an" ate a good square meal iv ar-rmy beef. An" we"ll sind th" gr-reat Gin"ral Eagan over f"r to larn ye etiquette, an" Andhrew Carnegie to larn ye pathriteism with blow-holes into it, an" Gin"ral Alger to larn ye to hould onto a job; an", whin ye"ve become edycated an" have all th" blessin"s iv civilization that we don"t want, that "ll count ye one. We can"t give ye anny votes, because we haven"t more thin enough to go round now; but we"ll threat ye th" way a father shud threat his childher if we have to break ivry bone in ye"er bodies. So come to our ar-rms," says we.
"But, glory be, "tis more like a ra.s.slin" match than a father"s embrace. Up gets this little monkey iv an" Aggynaldoo, an" says he, "Not for us," he says. "We thank ye kindly; but we believe," he says, "in pathronizin" home industhries," he says. "An," he says, "I have on hand," he says, "an" f"r sale," he says, "a very superyor brand iv home-made liberty, like ye"er mother used to make," he says. "Tis a long way fr"m ye"er plant to here," he says, "an" be th" time a cargo iv liberty," he says, "got out here an" was handled be th" middlemen," he says, "it might spoil," he says. "We don"t want anny col" storage or embalmed liberty," he says. "What we want an" what th" ol" reliable house iv Aggynaldoo," he says, "supplies to th" thrade," he says, "is fr-esh liberty r-right off th" far-rm," he says. "I can"t do annything with ye"er proposition," he says. "I can"t give up," he says, "th" rights f"r which f"r five years I"ve fought an" bled ivry wan I cud reach," he says. "Onless," he says, "ye"d feel like buyin" out th" whole business," he says. "I"m a pathrite," he says; "but I"m no bigot," he says.
"An" there it stands, Hinnissy, with th" indulgent parent kneelin" on th" stomach iv his adopted child, while a dillygation fr"m Boston bastes him with an umbrella. There it stands, an" how will it come out I dinnaw. I"m not much iv an expansionist mesilf. F"r th" las" tin years I"ve been thryin" to decide whether "twud be good policy an" thrue to me thraditions to make this here bar two or three feet longer, an" manny"s th" night I"ve laid awake tryin" to puzzle it out. But I don"t know what to do with th" Ph"lippeens anny more thin I did las" summer, befure I heerd tell iv thim. We can"t give thim to anny wan without makin" th" wan that gets thim feel th" way Doherty felt to Clancy whin Clancy med a frindly call an" give Doherty"s childher th" measles. We can"t sell thim, we can"t ate thim, an" we can"t throw thim into th" alley whin no wan is lookin". An" "twud be a disgrace f"r to lave befure we"ve pounded these frindless an" ongrateful people into insinsibility. So I suppose, Hinnissy, we"ll have to stay an" do th" best we can, an" lave Andhrew Carnegie secede fr"m th" Union. They"se wan consolation; an" that is, if th" American people can govern thimsilves, they can govern annything that walks."
"An" what "d ye do with Aggy-what-d"ye-call-him?" asked Mr. Hennessy.
"Well," Mr. Dooley replied, with brightening eyes, "I know what they"d do with him in this ward. They"d give that pathrite what he asks, an" thin they"d throw him down an" take it away fr"m him."
A HERO WHO WORKED OVERTIME.
"Well, sir," said Mr. Dooley, "it looks now as if they was nawthin" left f"r me young frind Aggynaldoo to do but time. Like as not a year fr"m now he"ll be in jail, like Napoleon, th" impror iv th" Fr-rinch, was in his day, an" Mike, th" Burglar, an" other pathrites. That"s what comes iv bein" a pathrite too long. "Tis a good job, whin they"se nawthin" else to do; but "tis not th" thing to wurruk overtime at. "Tis a sort iv out-iv-dure spoort that ye shud engage in durin" th" summer vacation; but, whin a man carries it on durin" business hours, people begin to get down on him, an" afther a while they"re ready to hang him to get him out iv th" way. As Hogan says, "Th" las" thing that happens to a pathrite he"s a scoundhrel."
"Las" summer there wasn"t a warmer pathrite annywhere in our imperyal dominions thin this same Aggynaldoo. I was with him mesilf. Says I: "They"se a good c.o.o.n," I says. "He"ll help us f"r to make th" Ph"lippeens indepindint on us f"r support," I says; "an", whin th" blessin"s iv civilization has been extinded to his beloved counthry, an"," I says, "they put up intarnal rivinue offices an" post-offices," I says, "we"ll give him a good job as a letter-carrier," I says, "where he won"t have annything to do," I says, "but walk," I says.
"An" so th" consul at Ding Dong, th" man that r-runs that end iv th" war, he says to Aggynaldoo: "Go," he says, "where glory waits ye," he says. "Go an" sthrike a blow," he says, "f"r ye"er counthry," he says. "Go," he says. "I"ll stay, but you go," he says. "They"s nawthin" in stayin", an" ye might get hold iv a tyrannical watch or a pocket book down beyant," he says. An" off wint th" brave pathrite to do his jooty. He done it, too. Whin Cousin George was pastin" th" former hated Castiles, who was it stood on th" sh.o.r.e shootin" his bow-an-arrow into th" sky but Aggynaldoo? Whin me frind Gin"ral Merritt was ladin" a gallant charge again blank catredges, who was it ranged his n.o.ble ar-rmy iv pathrites behind him f"r to see that no wan attackted him fr"m th" sea but Aggynaldoo? He was a good man thin,-a good noisy man.
"Th" throuble was he didn"t know whin to knock off. He didn"t hear th" wurruk bell callin" him to come in fr"m playin" ball an" get down to business. Says me Cousin George: "Aggynaldoo, me buck," he says, "th" war is over," he says, "an" we"ve settled down to th" ol" game," he says. "They"re no more heroes. All iv thim has gone to wurruk f"r th" magazines. They"re no more pathrites," he says. "They"ve got jobs as gov"nors or ar-re lookin" f"r thim or annything else," he says. "All th" prom"nint saviors iv their counthry," he says, "but mesilf," he says, "is busy preparin" their definse," he says. "I have no definse," he says; "but I"m where they can"t reach me," he says. "Th" spoort is all out iv th" job; an", if ye don"t come in an" jine th" tilin ma.s.ses iv wage-wurrukers," he says, "ye won"t even have th" credit iv bein" licked in a gloryous victhry," he says. "So to th" woodpile with ye!" he says; "f"r ye can"t go on cillybratin" th" Foorth iv July without bein" took up f"r disordherly conduct," he says.
"An" Aggynaldoo doesn"t undherstand it. An" he gathers his Archery Club ar-round him, an" says he: "Fellow-pathrites," he says, "we"ve been betrayed," he says. "We"ve been sold out without," he says, "gettin" th" usual commission," he says. "We"re still heroes," he says; "an" our pitchers is in th" pa-apers," he says. "Go in," he says, "an" sthrike a blow at th" gay deceivers," he says. "I"ll sell ye"er lives dearly," he says. An" th" Archery Club wint in. Th" pathrites wint up again a band iv Kansas sojers, that was wanst heroes befure they larned th" hay-foot-sthraw-foot, an" is now arnin" th" wages iv a good harvest hand all th" year ar-round, an" "d rather fight than ate th" ar-rmy beef, an" ye know what happened. Some iv th" poor divvles iv heroes is liberated fr"m th" cares iv life; an" th" r-rest iv thim is up in threes, an" wishin" they was home, smokin" a good see-gar with mother.
"An" all this because Aggynaldoo didn"t hear th" whistle blow. He thought th" boom was still on in th" hero business. If he"d come in, ye"d be hearin" that James Haitch Aggynaldoo "d been appointed foorth-cla.s.s postmasther at Hootchey-Kootchey; but now th" nex" ye know iv him "ll be on th" blotther at th" polis station: "James Haitch Aggynaldoo, alias Pompydoor Jim, charged with carryin" concealed weepins an" ray-sistin" an officer." Pathriteism always dies when ye establish a polis foorce."
"Well," said Mr. Hennessy, "I"m kind iv sorry f"r th" la-ads with th" bows an" arrows. Maybe they think they"re pathrites."
"Divvle th" bit iv difference it makes what they think, so long as we don"t think so," said Mr. Dooley. "It"s what Father Kelly calls a case iv mayhem et chew "em. That"s Latin, Hinnissy; an" it manes what"s wan man"s food is another man"s pizen."
RUDYARD KIPLING.
"I think," said Mr. Dooley, "th" finest pothry in th" wurruld is wrote be that frind iv young Hogan"s, a man be th" name iv Roodyard Kipling. I see his pomes in th" pa-aper, Hinnissy; an" they"re all right. They"re all right, thim pomes. They was wan about scraggin" Danny Deever that done me a wurruld iv good. They was a la-ad I wanst knew be th" name iv Deever, an" like as not he was th" same man. He owed me money. Thin there was wan that I see mintioned in th" war news wanst in a while,-th" less we f"rget, th" more we raymimber. That was a hot pome an" a good wan. What I like about Kipling is that his pomes is right off th" bat, like me con-versations with you, me boy. He"s a minyit-man, a r-ready pote that sleeps like th" dhriver iv thruck 9, with his poetic pants in his boots beside his bed, an" him r-ready to jump out an" slide down th" pole th" minyit th" alarm sounds.
"He"s not such a pote as Tim Scanlan, that hasn"t done annything since th" siege iv Lim"rick; an" that was two hundherd year befure he was bor-rn. He"s prisident iv th" Pome Supply Company,-fr-resh pothry delivered ivry day at ye"er dure. Is there an accident in a grain illyvator? Ye pick up ye"er mornin" pa-aper, an" they"se a pome about it be Roodyard Kipling. Do ye hear iv a manhole cover bein" blown up? Roodyard is there with his r-ready pen. "Tis written iv Cashum-Cadi an" th" book iv th" gr-reat Gazelle that a manhole cover in anger is tin degrees worse thin h.e.l.l." He writes in all dialects an" anny language, plain an" fancy pothry, pothry f"r young an" old, pothry be weight or linyar measuremint, pothry f"r small parties iv eight or tin a specialty. What"s the raysult, Hinnissy? Most potes I despise. But Roodyard Kipling"s pothry is aisy. Ye can skip through it while ye"re atin" breakfuss an" get a c"rrect idee iv th" current news iv th" day,-who won th" futball game, how Sharkey is thrainin" f"r th" fight, an" how manny votes th" pro-hybitionist got f"r gov"nor iv th" State iv Texas. No col" storage pothry f"r Kipling. Ivrything fr-resh an" up to date. All lays laid this mornin".
"Hogan was in to-day readin" Kipling"s Fridah afthernoon pome, an" "tis a good pome. He calls it "Th" Thruce iv th" Bear." This is th" way it happened: Roodyard Kipling had just finished his mornin" batch iv pothry f"r th" home-thrade, an" had et his dinner, an" was thinkin" iv r-runnin" out in th" counthry f"r a breath iv fr-resh air, whin in come a tillygram sayin" that th" Czar iv Rooshia had sint out a circular letther sayin" ivrybody in th" wurruld ought to get together an" stop makin" war an" live a quite an" dull life. Now Kipling don"t like the czar. Him an" th" czar fell out about something, an" they don"t speak. So says Roodyard Kipling to himsilf, he says: "I"ll take a crack at that fellow," he says. "I"ll do him up," he says. An" so he writes a pome to show that th" czar"s letter"s not on th" square. Kipling"s like me, Hinnissy. When I want to say annything lib-lous, I stick it on to me Uncle Mike. So be Roodyard Kipling. He doesn"t come r-right out, an" say, "Nick, ye"re a liar!" but he tells about what th" czar done to a man he knowed be th" name iv Muttons. Muttons, it seems, Hinnissy, was wanst a hunter; an" he wint out to take a shot at th" czar, who was dhressed up as a bear. Well, Muttons r-run him down, an" was about to plug him, whin th" czar says, "Hol" on," he says,-"hol" on there," he says. "Don"t shoot," he says. "Let"s talk this over," he says. An" Muttons, bein" a foolish man, waited till th" czar come near him; an" thin th" czar feinted with his left, an" put in a right hook an" pulled off Muttons"s face. I tell ye "tis so. He jus" hauled it off th" way ye"d haul off a porous plasther,-raked off th" whole iv Muttons"s fr-ront ilivation. "I like ye"er face," he says, an" took it. An" all this time, an" "twas fifty year ago, Muttons hasn"t had a face to shave. Ne"er a one. So he goes ar-round exhibitin" th" recent site, an" warnin" people that, whin they ar-re shootin" bears, they must see that their gun is kept loaded an" their face is nailed on securely. If ye iver see a bear that looks like a man, shoot him on th" spot, or, betther still, r-run up an alley. Ye must niver lose that face, Hinnissy.
"I showed th" pome to Father Kelly," continued Mr. Dooley.
"What did he say?" asked Mr. Hennessy.
"He said," Mr. Dooley replied, "that I cud write as good a wan mesilf; an" he took th" stub iv a pencil, an" wrote this. Lemme see-Ah! here it is:-
"Whin he shows as seekin" frindship with paws that"re thrust in thine, That is th" time iv pearl, that is th" thruce iv th" line.
"Collarless, coatless, hatless, askin" a dhrink at th" bar, Me Uncle Mike, the Fenyan, he tells it near and far, "Over an" over th" story: "Beware iv th" gran" flimflam, There is no thruce with Gazabo, th" line that looks like a lamb."
"That"s a good pome, too," said Mr. Dooley; "an" I"m goin" to sind it to th" nex" meetin" iv th" Anglo-Saxon "liance."
LORD CHARLES BERESFORD.
"I see be th" pa-apers," said Mr. Dooley, "that Lord Char-les Beresford is in our mist, as Hogan says."
"An" who th" divvle"s he?" asked Mr. Hennessy.
"He"s a Watherford man," said Mr. Dooley. "I knowed his father well,-a markess be thrade, an" a fine man. Char-les wint to sea early; but he"s now in th" plastherin" business,-cemintin" th" "liance iv th" United States an" England. I"ll thank ye to laugh at me joke, Mr. Hinnissy, an" not be standin" there lookin" like a Chinny-man in a sthreet-car."
"I don"t know what ye mean," said Mr. Hennessy, softly.
"Lord Charles Beresford is a sort iv advance agent iv th" White Man"s Burden Thrajeedy Company,-two little Evas, four hundherd millyon Topsies, six hundherd millyon Uncle Toms. He"s billin" the" counthry f"r th" threeyumphial tour iv th" Monsther Aggregation. Nawthin" can stop it. Blood is thicker than wather; an" together, ar-rm in ar-rm, we"ll spread th" light iv civilization fr"m wan end iv th" wurruld to th" other, no matther what you an" Schwartzmeister say, Hinnissy.
"Be hivins, I like th" way me kinsmen acrost th" sea, as th" pa-apers say, threat us. "Ye whelps," says Lord Char-les Beresford an" Roodyard Kipling an" Tiddy Rosenfelt an" th" other Anglo-Saxons. "Foolish an" frivolous people, cheap but thrue-hearted an" insincere cousins," they says. "Tis little ye know about annything. Ye ar-re a disgrace to humanity. Ye love th" dollar betther thin ye love annything but two dollars. Ye ar-re savage, but inthrestin". Ye misname our t.i.tles. Ye use th" crool Krag-Jorgensen instead iv th" ca"m an" penethratin" Lee-Metford. Ye kiss ye"er heroes, an" give thim wurruk to do. We smash in their hats, an" illivate thim to th" peerage. Ye have desthroyed our language. Ye ar-re rapidly convartin" our ancesthral palaces into dwellin"-houses. Ye"er morals are loose, ye"er dhrinks ar-re enervatin" but pleasant, an" ye talk through ye"er noses. Ye ar-re mussy at th" table, an" ye have no religion. But ye ar-re whelps iv th" ol" line. Those iv ye that ar-re not our brothers-in-law we welcome as brothers. Ye annoy us so much ye must be mimbers iv our own fam"ly. Th" same people that is washed occasionally be th" Mississippi as it rowls majistic along th" imperyal States iv Oheeho an" Duluth, wathrin" th" fertyle plains iv Wyoming an" Mattsachusetts, is to be found airnin" a livin" on th" short but far more dirtier Thames. We have th" same lithrachoor. Ye r-read our Shakspere so we can"t undherstand it; an" we r-read ye"er aspirin" authors, Poe an" Lowell an" Ol" Sleuth th" Detective. We ar-re not onfamilyar with ye"er inthrestin" histhry. We ar-re as pr-roud as ye are iv th" achievements iv Gin"ral Shafter an" Gin"ral c.o.xey. Ye"er amba.s.s"dures have always been kindly received; an", whether they taught us how to dhraw to a busted flush or wept on our collars or recited original pothry to us, we had a brotherly feelin" for thim that med us say, "Poor fellows, they"re doin" th" best they can." "So," says they, "come to our ar-ams, an" together we"ll go out an" conquer th" wurruld."
"An" we"re goin" to do it, Hinnissy. Th" rayciption that this here sintimint has rayceived fr"m ivry wan that has a son in colledge is almost tumulchuse. We feel like a long-lost brother that"s been settin" outside in th" cold f"r a week, an" is now ast in to supper-an" sarched at th" dure f"r deadly weepins. We"ll have to set up sthraight an" mind our manners. No tuckin" our napkins down our throats or dhrinkin" out iv th" saucer or kickin" our boots off undher the table. No reachin" f"r annything, but "Mah, will ye kindly pa.s.s th" Ph"lippeens?" or "No, thank ye, pah, help ye"ersilf first."
"An" will we stay in? Faith, I dinnaw. We feel kindly to each other; but it looks to me like, th" first up in th" mornin", th" first away with th" valu"bles."
"I"ll niver come in," protested Mr. Hennessy, stoutly.
"No more ye will, ye rebelyous omadhon," said Mr. Dooley. "An" "twas thinkin" iv you an" th" likes iv you an" Schwartzmeister an" th" likes iv him that med me wondher. If th" "liance got into a war with Garmany, an" some wan was to start a rough-an"-tumble in Ireland about iliction time, I wondher wud th" cimint hold!"
HANGING ALDERMEN.
Chicago is always on the point of hanging some one and quartering him and boiling him in hot pitch, and a.s.suring him that he has lost the respect of all honorable men. Rumors of a characteristic agitation had come faintly up Archey Road, and Mr. Hennessy had heard of it.
"I hear they"re goin" to hang th" aldhermen," he said. "If they thry it on Willum J. O"Brien, they"d betther bombard him first. I"d hate to be th" man that "d be called to roll with him to his doom. He cud lick th" whole Civic Featheration."