“Yes, sir, ‘twill be grand an’ I’m goin’ to injye it. F’r th’ first time since I’ve been at it, Ar-rchey road methods has been inthrajooced in naytional polliticks. I knew th’ time wud come, Hinnissy. ‘Tis th’ on’y way. Ye may talk about it as much as ye want, but govermint, me boy, is a case iv me makin’ ye do what I want an’ if I can’t do it with a song, I’ll do it with a shovel. Th’ ir’n hand in th’ velvet glove, th’ horseshoe in th’ boxin’ mit, th’ quick right, an’ th’ heavy boot, that was th’ way we r-run polliticks when I was captain iv me precinct.”
“But ye niver was prisidint,” said Mr. Hennessy.
“I always had too soft a spot f’r age,” said Mr. Dooley; “an’ ’tis th’ aged that does up us young fellows. An’ annyhow I done betther.”
“Can a man marry on twinty-five dollars?” asked Mr. Dooley.
“He can if he can get th’ money,” said Mr. Hennessy.
“Well, sir,” said Mr. Dooley; “here’s a judge on th’ binch says twinty-five dollars is as much as a man needs to enther th’ sacred bonds—twinty-five dollars beside th’ nerve, an’ he has to have that annyhow. Th’ pa-apers has took it up an’ some is f’r it an’ some is again’ it. A few iditors believes it can be done on less; others thinks it can’t be done undher thirty at th’ outside. A larned lawyer says that a man who wud lure a young girl away fr’m her music lessons whin if she asked him f’r twinty-six dollars he’d have to signal f’r help, is nawthin’ short iv a crim’nal. Nearly all th’ ladin’ acthresses in th’ counthry has been interviewed an’ they say that if marrid at all they cud not see their way clear f’r less thin a millyion iv money. They think th’ judge meant a divoorce. Lookin’ over th’ argymints pro an’ con, Hinnissy, I come to th’ conclusion that th’ judge is wrong an’ times has changed.
“Whin I was a boy all a man needed was a little encouragement fr’m th’ fam’ly, an account with a liveryman an’ a small pull with th’ parish priest an’ there he was. ’Twas well if he had a job too but if he hadn’t it wasn’t a bar. A marrid man can always find wurruk to do. He’s got to. But no wan iver thought iv askin’ him to skin open his bank book. They wasn’t anny such things. They wasn’t anny banks. He didn’t have to pin a cashier’s check to th’ proposal an’ put in a sealed bid. If th’ girls in my time an’ this part iv town had to wait f’r an opulent business man with twinty-five or thirty dollars, manny iv thim wud be waitin’ at this minyit.