But as I said, Hinnissy, they was a day whin th’ lightest wurrud was an insult.  Nowadays I say to mesilf:  ‘Considher th’ soorce.  How can such a low blaggard as that insult me?  Jus’ because some dhrunken wretch chooses to apply a foul epitaph to me, am I goin’ to dignify him be knockin’ him down in th’ public sthreet an’ p’raps not, an’ gettin’ th’ head beat off me?  No, sir.  I will raymimber me position in th’ community.  I will pass on with a smile iv bitter contempt.  Maybe I’d betther run a little.’

“Th’ las’ throuble I got into I begun to think iv th’ new suit I had on an’ I knew me warryor days was over.  Whin a man raymimbers his clothes or his appearance in battle, ’tis high time f’r him to retire fr’m th’ ring.  Th’ ca’m, almost deathlike smile that rests upon a man’s face whin another man is cloutin’ him about is on’y th’ outward exprission iv something about two numbers up th’ chest fr’m sea sickness.  That’s all I’ve got to say about fightin’.  Ye can’t lay down anny rules about it.”

“Ye niver will go to th’ Sinit with thim views,” said Mr. Hennessy.

“I don’t want to,” said Mr. Dooley.  “Some day th’ Sinit will be pulled.”

Home Life of Geniuses

“A woman ought to be careful who she marries,” said Mr. Dooley.

“So ought a man,” said Mr. Hennessy, with feeling.

“It don’t make so much diff’rence about him,” said Mr. Dooley.  “Whin a man’s marrid, he’s a marrid man.  That’s all ye can say about him.  Iv coorse, he thinks marredge is goin’ to change th’ whole current iv his bein’, as Hogan says.  But it doesn’t.  Afther he’s been hooked up f’r a few months, he finds he was marrid befure, even if he wasn’t, which is often th’ case, d’ye mind.  Th’ first bride iv his bosom was th’ Day’s Wurruk, an’ it can’t be put off.  They’se no groun’s f’r dissolvin’ that marredge, Hinnissy.  Ye can’t say to th’ Day’s Wurruk:  ’Here, take this bunch iv alimony an’ go on th’ stage.’  It turns up at breakfast about th’ fourth month afther th’ weddin’ an’ creates a scandal.  Th’ unforchnit man thries to shoo it off but it fixes him with its eye an’ hauls him away fr’m the bacon an’ eggs, while the lady opposite weeps and wondhers what he can see in annything so old an’ homely.  It says, ‘Come with me, aroon,’ an’ he goes.  An’ afther that he spinds most iv his time an’ often a good deal iv his money with th’ enchantress.  I tell ye what, Hinnissy, th’ Day’s Wurruk has broke up more happy homes thin comic opry.  If th’ coorts wud allow it, manny a woman cud get a divorce on th’ groun’s that her husband cared more f’r his Day’s Wurruk thin he did f’r her.  ‘Hinnissy varsus Hinnissy; corryspondint, th’ Day’s Wurruk.’  They’d be ividince that th’ defindant was seen ridin’ in a cab with th’ corryspondint, that he took it to a picnic, that he wint to th’ theaytre with it, that he talked about it in his sleep, an’ that, lost to all sinse iv shame, he even escoorted it home with him an’ inthrajooced it to his varchoos wife an’ innocint childher.  So it don’t make much diff’rence who a man marries.  If he has a job, he’s safe.