“Manetime th’ price iv mathrimonyal coopon fours goes up till hardly annywan can think iv entherin’ thim. A man believes th’ judge was wrong an’ says he, ’I’ll niver condimn Mary Josephine to be a poor man’s wife. I’ll wait till I get a millyion.’ It’s not so hard to get a millyion nowadays if ye pick out th’ right people to get it fr’m, but it takes some time, an’ befure th’ eager suitor has landed enough to sit in th’ game, he’s considherably past th’ age iv consint. Manetime father, too, hasn’t been idle. He’s bethrayed a few thrusts himsilf an’ put a story or two on th’ house. So whin th’ young man comes up wan night an’ lays down his pile an’ suggests that th’ time has come f’r to hasten th’ glad evint, father says: ’I’m afraid, me boy, that ye’re a little slow. Ye haven’t kept pace with th’ socyal requiremints. Since seein’ ye last, Mary Josephine has acquired th’ use iv a private yacht an’ is slowly mastherin’ th’ great truth that if ye have a club suit, ye ought to pass up th’ make. A slight oversight some afthernoon in distinguishin’ thrumps an’ they wudden’t be enough iv that bundle left to put a rubber band around. No, Mike, I think a gr-reat deal iv ye, but niver, niver will I consint that a daughter iv mine shud suffer th’ pangs iv poverty.’ An’ so it goes through th’ years until marredge, Hinnissy, is resthricted to th’ very rich an’ th’ exthremely poor who’re almost all marrid already.
“I don’t know mesilf what to think iv it, Hinnissy, an’ I don’t know that I ought to worry about it. I haven’t noticed anny reduction in th’ number iv marredge licenses day be day. Th’ Kubelowskis an’ th’ Witsinskis still are exchangin’ vows, an’ if they’ve got more thin twinty-five dollars apiece I’d like to know where they got it an’ notify th’ polis. No, sir, th’ gloryous ol’ instichooshion iv which I’m as proud as I am shy is here to stay, an’ I’m thinkin’ it’ll be here whin money becomes extinct. If th’ rich are becomin’ richer, th’ poor are becomin’ more foolish about these things, an’ there’s hope in that.”
“D’ye ra-ally think a man ought to marry on twinty-five dollars?” asked Mr. Hennessy.
“If he’s that kind iv a man, more money thin that wud be wasted on him,” said Mr. Dooley.
Prince Henry’s Visit
“It’s goin’ to be gr-reat times f’r us Germans whin Prince Hinnery comes over,” said Mr. Dooley.
“By th’ way,” said Mr. Hennessy with an air of polite curiosity, “what relation’s he to th’ impror iv Germany? Is he th’ son or th’ nevvew?”
“He’s nayther,” said Mr. Dooley. “Th’ impror has no sons that I iver heerd iv. If he had a son he’d be a steam injine. No, sir, this man is th’ impror’s brother Hinnery or Hans. I don’t exactly know what th’ usual jooties iv an impror’s brother is. I know what an impror has to do. His wurruk’s cut out f’r him. I cud fill th’ job mesilf to me own satisfaction an’