I’d say.  “Ye’er confreres iv that gr-reat city is worn out with their exertions, an’ ye’ll find plenty iv wurruk to do.  In fact, those iv ye that’re anti-Seemites ’ll niver lack imployment,” I’d say.  “Hinceforth Fr-rance will be free—­fr’m th’ likes iv ye,” I’d say.  An’ th’ nex’ mornin’ Paris ’d awake ca’m an’ peaceful, with no newspapers, an’ there ’d be more room in our own papers f’r th’ base-ball news,’ says I.

“’But, mong liquor dealer, what ye propose ‘d depopylate France,’ says th’ prisident.

“‘If that’s th’ case,’ says I, ‘Fr-rance ought to be depopylated,’ I says.  ‘I’ve been thinkin’ that’s th’ on’y way it can be made fit to live in f’r a man fr’m Chicago, where th’ jambons come fr’m,’ says I, lavin’ th’ stand.”

* * * * *

“Arrah, what ar-re ye talkin’ about?” demanded Mr. Hennessy.  “Ye niver got a peek in th’ dure.”

“What have you been doin’?” Mr. Dooley asked, disregarding the interruption.

“I wint out to see th’ rowlin’ mills,” said Mr. Hennessy.  “They have a very good plant; an’ a man be th’ name iv Mechell Onnessy or Mike Hennessy, a cousin iv mine that come over th’ Fenian time with Stevens, is boss iv a gang.  He speaks Fr-rinch like a boardin’-school.  I talked with wan iv th’ la-ads through him.

“Did ye ask him about th’ Dhryfuss case?” asked Mr. Dooley, eagerly.

“I did.”

“What did he say?”

“He said he niver heerd of it.”