“Mebbe so,” said Mr. Dooley. “Mebbe so. What th’ ‘ell, annyhow. Mebbe ’tis as bad to take champagne out iv wan man’s mouth as round steak out iv another’s. Lent is near over. I seen Doherty out shinin’ up his pipe that’s been behind th’ clock since Ash Winsdah. Th’ girls ‘ll be layin’ lilies on th’ altar in a day or two. The springs come on. Th’ grass is growin’ good; an’, if th’ Connock man’s children back iv th’ dumps can’t get meat, they can eat hay.”
What the Moon Saw
By Vachel Lindsay
(See pages [335], [599], [672])
Two statesmen met by moonlight.
Their ease was partly feigned.
They glanced about the prairie,
Their faces were constrained.
In various ways aforetime