TONY DUFFY’S ORATION.“Fellers! De gang has lost its pup! He scrapped wid a bull tarrier, an’ got it in de neck. He wuz a torrowbred, a chim dandy; a t’ree-times winner way up to de limit. He had a head on to him wot wuz almost hooman. I ain’t a-talkin’ troo me hat; I ain’t a-givin’ guff; I’m a-givin’ it to yer straight—he wuz a corker. Der Wanderbilts or Asters didn’t have de plunks ter buy dat pup—dat’s straight. He wuz way up in G—are yous wid me? His deat’ has broke me up; don’t jolly me—not on yer life. Yous wot has lungs chip in wid a song, sunthin’ sollum,—‘Ole Dog Tray,’ or ‘Sweet Maree,’—an’ den we’ll plant him. Fellers, I’se lost me grip; me name is Dennis—I’m all broke up. I’ll go chase myself an’ have a game o’ craps.S’ long!”
TONY DUFFY’S ORATION.“Fellers! De gang has lost its pup! He scrapped wid a bull tarrier, an’ got it in de neck. He wuz a torrowbred, a chim dandy; a t’ree-times winner way up to de limit. He had a head on to him wot wuz almost hooman. I ain’t a-talkin’ troo me hat; I ain’t a-givin’ guff; I’m a-givin’ it to yer straight—he wuz a corker. Der Wanderbilts or Asters didn’t have de plunks ter buy dat pup—dat’s straight. He wuz way up in G—are yous wid me? His deat’ has broke me up; don’t jolly me—not on yer life. Yous wot has lungs chip in wid a song, sunthin’ sollum,—‘Ole Dog Tray,’ or ‘Sweet Maree,’—an’ den we’ll plant him. Fellers, I’se lost me grip; me name is Dennis—I’m all broke up. I’ll go chase myself an’ have a game o’ craps.S’ long!”
TONY DUFFY’S ORATION.“Fellers! De gang has lost its pup! He scrapped wid a bull tarrier, an’ got it in de neck. He wuz a torrowbred, a chim dandy; a t’ree-times winner way up to de limit. He had a head on to him wot wuz almost hooman. I ain’t a-talkin’ troo me hat; I ain’t a-givin’ guff; I’m a-givin’ it to yer straight—he wuz a corker. Der Wanderbilts or Asters didn’t have de plunks ter buy dat pup—dat’s straight. He wuz way up in G—are yous wid me? His deat’ has broke me up; don’t jolly me—not on yer life. Yous wot has lungs chip in wid a song, sunthin’ sollum,—‘Ole Dog Tray,’ or ‘Sweet Maree,’—an’ den we’ll plant him. Fellers, I’se lost me grip; me name is Dennis—I’m all broke up. I’ll go chase myself an’ have a game o’ craps.S’ long!”
TONY DUFFY’S ORATION.
“Fellers! De gang has lost its pup! He scrapped wid a bull tarrier, an’ got it in de neck. He wuz a torrowbred, a chim dandy; a t’ree-times winner way up to de limit. He had a head on to him wot wuz almost hooman. I ain’t a-talkin’ troo me hat; I ain’t a-givin’ guff; I’m a-givin’ it to yer straight—he wuz a corker. Der Wanderbilts or Asters didn’t have de plunks ter buy dat pup—dat’s straight. He wuz way up in G—are yous wid me? His deat’ has broke me up; don’t jolly me—not on yer life. Yous wot has lungs chip in wid a song, sunthin’ sollum,—‘Ole Dog Tray,’ or ‘Sweet Maree,’—an’ den we’ll plant him. Fellers, I’se lost me grip; me name is Dennis—I’m all broke up. I’ll go chase myself an’ have a game o’ craps.S’ long!”