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IRISH BROGUE TURNS TRAGIC
STORY TO NEAR COMEDY
A little flash of old Ireland express
ed in the soft Irish brogue with the
flashes of humor that only the Irish
race possesses turned a tragic little
story into a near comedy yesterday
in the Court of Domestic Relations
and made the laughter bubble up
even in the throats of women and
men whose own tragic stories were
waiting to be told.
Mrs. Agnes Callahan, 1041 Fuller
ton av.t but a year over from the
"auld sod," was in court charged by
her husband with "rushing the can."
"Sure and I only drink me drop
once in a while," she pleaded. "I
don't get drunk at all, at all, and we
wouldn't have a bit of trouble, yer
honor, if me husband wouldn't be lis
tenin' to the tales of other people.
Why only a little while ago an old
woman that lives on the floor below
told him I threw the garbage out of
me window, and I didn't at all, at all."
"Your honor," the husband broke
in, "I work nights and I got to sleep
days and when I get home in the
morning the neighbors are waiting to
tell me things she does. She taught
the children to say terrible things to
the woman downstairs."
"Sure and I did nothin' of the kind.
'Twas you yourself that told me to
"And she goes out and Jeaves the
door open while I'm asleep in the
"Faith and I can't please everyone.
I locked" you in and the lady visitor
said I wasn't to lock you in. And.
I don't lock you in and what do I
get? He wint away last week and he
ain't been home since and if I did get
me kettle of beer it was because I
felt so bad hunting for him."
"I called to see her at 5 o'clock
last night, your honor and she was
in bad shape then," said a social serv
"Sure, and it was sleepin' I was.
I got so tired hunting him that I just j
went to sleep. I had only me can of
"Don't you think you had better
go to the Bridewell for treatment,"
Judge Fry asked her.
Her voice was soft and wheedling
and her eyes filled with ready tears.
"Ah, no, me dear. I couldn't go
there. The childer would die for me
and I would die for the childer."
Finally she agreed to take the
pledge not to touch any liquor for
thirty days and feeling happy with
the quick change of spirits of her
race, she began to chaff.
"Sure and I got a ride in the street
cars this morning," she said. "It's
the only time I get a ride in the cars
when he brings me here and.I got a
wagon ride when I went to the Shef
field station. Ain't it the wrong thing
that he gets out in the cars "all the
time and I just stay home with me
childer. Is it any wonder I drink me
The judge tried patiently to im
press her with the seriousness of the
occasion, but she couldn't keep the
twinkle out of her eyes and as she
left the courtroom repeating her
promise not to touch a drop she
beamed. good nature indiscriminate
ly at everyone, and the warm Irish
brogue of her floated back from the '
One of them city ortomobiles kill
ed my bull, and I don't know what
number it was. The number of the
bull was branded to him, but that
don't do me no good. What I want
to know is: Can the state give me
the number of the orto? Hit was
a red one, with a white man in it, and
going like hell, so to speak. Inquiry
in Atlanta Constitution.
HORSE KICK PROVES
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