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' th' on'y wan an
impror has to plaze is himsilf. Th' German impror frequently
mintions another, but on'y in th' way iv politeness. I know what
an impror's jooties is, but I don't know what an impror's brother
has to do ex officio, as Hogan says. But this boy Hinnery or Hans
has more wurruk thin a bartinder in a prohibition town. He's a
kind iv travellin' agent f'r th' big la-ad. His bag is ready
packed ivry night, he sleeps like a fireman with his pants in his
boots beside his bed, an' they'se a thrap dure alongside th' cradle
f'r him to slide down to th' first flure.

"He's no more thin got to sleep whin th' three iliven sounds on
th' gong. In Hinnery leaps to th' pantaloons, down th' laddher
he goes pullin' up his suspinders with wan hand an' puttin' on his
hat with th' other an' off he is f'r Corea or Chiny or Booloochistan
at a gallop. His brother stands at th' dure an' hollers farewell
to him. 'Go, Hinnery,' he says. 'Go, me dear brother, to th'
land iv perpetchooal sunshine an' knock in nails f'r to hang up
th' German armor,' he say