[Hits Jim.
Jim. A blow! and from a low wood-sawyer!
Pom. Yes, sir-ee! And dar’s anoder! [Both fight. Pompey floors Jim; wenches faint, and a regular Sixth Ward fight all around, as the curtain goes down.
[POLITICS.]
A Rattling Irish Farce.
CHARACTERS.
Patrick Grady,
Denis Hallorahan,
Bridget Grady.
Scene.—Ordinary room. Tables and chairs, L. Wash-tub, C, by door. Cradle, R, and churn. Curtain rises. Discloses Bridget at table.
Bridget. Shure, an’ it’s the terrible loife I’m lading. There’s me husband, Patrick Grady, always off av a night to Casey’s, getting blind drunk, an’ rowling an’ cavortin’ a home in the morning, a swearing that he’s in wid the gang, an’ that they’re goin’ for to run him for alderman. A foine alderman it is that he will make, with his shirt paping out av his coat, an’ divil a sock to his fut. Faith, I belave he’s goin’ ter the bad, intirely. He’s gettin’ so mighty high chuned av late that he’ll soon be a riding down town in a stage, instead av standing on the rear end av a truck. Oh, bad cess to the day that ivir I married him.