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eR ER ME ee er eT Ree April, 1909 Tae Marine Review Mr. Casey Makes a Few af Remarks. With 'MM THINKIN," igan, tht Hill san' men apologies to Mr. Dooley. said Mr, Hool- trim <awiat Sailor thim guys says, us can ayther wur-rk with th' bloody scabs 'r git ashore." "V'r perception does. ye credit", said Mr Casey, "stre, I've said miantys th toime thut wanst in a while y'r intilli- gence wuz almost human. If yez hadn't kept so clos't to Connors' place whin yez wuz ashore ye cud uv seen ut com- in' anny toimeé this tin' year An "its shtrange too f'r ye cud ginerally see more afther a visit to Conners' thin before. But ye can't be gettin' ashore tinless "y'r © aboord® first, an" have ye thought uv that, me lad? An' th' scab's a- poor crayther for sure. Theres: a lot uv him around in th' spring but he seems mostly to be wan because he hasn't paid his dues. Whin he's 'arned th' price of a car-rd he wants to know all about who he's wur-rkin' Who's th' tarrier on th' nixt watch, he says. Fl thry the high® sign on. him, he says. He blows the suds off a cup of wather an' th' felly don't let on. I'll thry th' new password, he says. Pil- sener, he says. Not havin' had a dhrink wid th' bizness a-agint th' tar- rier's not ae - He's a_ bloody scab union he says, an' I'll not wur- -rk wid him, he. says. That is tunless I en borry a quarther fr'm him, he says. So to save throuble and quarthers th' scab takes his car-rd whin he gets his fir-rst pay, an' all is fine again. ; "Tt's too much prosperity that's both- erin' ye, Hooligan. See what me frind Jawn D. says. He's bin persecuted all his life an' that's th' reason he's had riches for-rced on him an' now. th' grocer ll thrust him till Saturda night. Th' big wans has bin comin' so fast an' there wuz so much f'r iv'rybody to do that nobody paid anny attinshun to ye, an' whin ye kicked because th' cook giv' O'Hara a bit th'most of th' dar-rk mate, an' him wantin' white annyhow; 'r because th' chief wanted ye t' bear a hand just whin ye wuz blowin' to th' swabs in th' ould hooker alongside about th' snap ye had; "r because ye had a shower bath whin ye always preferred a Frinch roll rim enamelled tub an' hadn't anny other kind in y'r -house an' wuz agin baths annyhow ; they just cudden't bear t? hurt yr feel- in's_ an' th' skipper, wid tears in his eyes, an' his voice shakin' wid emoshun, handed ye y'r thirteen dollars and twin- with. | 'come to Amer-rica," ty three cints and bid ye good bye an' would ye kindly make room fr the dir-rty cur behind ye th't wuz waitin' fr th' job Yr a ehavge: "An' th' ships ig gettin' sg a man can't have no comfort anny more. Be th' powers, Mulvaney says. they've got to. fittin' iron beds, wid shprings, an' runnin' wather, an' makin' a man kape things clane, an' stickin' baths an' Ii- berar-ries an' things foreninst him th't he has sto Wee £4, an kickin 1 a man tur-rns in wid his boots on because it don't kape th' beddin" ciane, an' now they-ve all got th' for-rced dhraft an' th' fire hole's so cowld a man has to be all th' toime a climbin' out on deck to get war-rm. HOF US "An' he says ioe buildin' thim 'so th't anny dago tht niver seen -a. shovel kin be kapin' shteam wid nawthin' to bur-rn but dirt, an' at that there's more min in th' fire hole th'n ever. Sure it's no wonder, Hooligan, th't no dacent union man wants th' job." "There's too manny dagos and square- heads, annyhow," said Mr. Hooligan. "Right ye are', said Mr. Casey, "but there don't seem to be anny wan else. Th' rest uv th' byes' all. wants to be union off'cers 'r be 'on: th' binifit list. But I don't see why ye kick: on th' dago. He. hasn't kicked on wur-rkin' wid th' union man, tho' I'm sure he don't owe ye anny good will. But there's too manny of him. We've too manny bloody furriners here I says. This immygrashun of undesirable citi- zens sh'd be put a stop to, I says. May- be Danny Keefe 'Il be afther doin' somethin'. to. help us Amer-ricans t presarve our rights. Down wid th' tyrants I says. Where, T 'says, does Sailor Bill. an' Jasphur. Shaydle an' that bunch come by th'r license to tell us free Amer-rican citizens they'll be afther shtoppin' our pay if we don't like to wur-rk wid the dir-rty furriner. Keefe knows what th' are. Haven't they bin payin' him f'r knowin'? When Tony an' Ole shtfuck th' ore dock Dan- ny wuz there wid th' glad hand. 'Wil- he says. © 'In, this great and glorious counthry., iy-ry. man has th' right to do as he likes,' he says. 'No man shall dictate to' ye,' he says. 'Ye can have all ye want to ate and dhrink if annybody 'Il thrust Yer he says. 'Ye can vote f'r Bryan ivry four years, he says. 'Be jinin' th' union ve can quit wur-rk anny toime th' job don't suit ye" he says. 'Fr th' palthry 49 sum of umsteen thousand dollars I'll be y'r prisidint an' do me best t' kape th' gang fr'm scrappin', kape th' dues paid up an' th' treasurer fr'm goin' ¢' Mexico, he says. An' they did ut, which shows th't Danny wuz th' man f'r th' job of takin' in th' furriner. -- "But th' owners has no bizness mixin' in. Sure, all they-ve a right t' do is set up th' ships an' th' jobs an' pay th' bills, an' not come meddlin' wid our affairs. Hooligan, y'r bein' throdden under fut. Wan by wan y'r liberties is bein' invaded. Ye'll soon be rejuced to th' same level as poor Jawn D. What's th' use of payin' dues t' kape a prisidint ; an' sicrity an' a threasurer an' a bus'ness a-agent on th' job if any bloody fur- riner can get as much pay as a good union man, even whin he don't make so much noise? An' what's goin' t' become of all these off'cers if th' own- ers 'r goin' t' boss th' job an' give ye all th't union cudden't get an' some to that. I'm thinkin' they 'Il have t go to wur-rk, an' it's a low down thrick to for-rce a man to 'arn his livin' whin he's not bin used to ut. Well, . well, « tigies 245 changin', . I mind whin I wuz in th' fire hole an' ut tuk. a. good: mgn. +. shtay. there. We hadn't no for-rced dhraft t' help us in | thim days, an' iv'ry skipper an' ingineer wuz f'r makin' all th' time th' ould hooker cud shtand f'r, an' that put ut wp.4 thy Dye: in th fire: hole. Manny's th' day I fired me. ton an' a half an hour, six hour watches, watch in an' watch out, an' claned me _ four fires an' got th' ashes overboord be- sides. An' where's the bye doin' ut t' day, an' what's more, where's th' bye thet. Cand. its "An' thin comes th' union, but th' good wans wasn't th' leaders in th' great uplift, as th' profissors. an' mag- gyzine writers an' yr other well manin' but misguided frinds calls ut. Most of th' good wans dhropped out, as I did mesilf. "An' thin th' owners begins to see th't racin' ivry thrip isn't anny fun f'r annybody but th' skipper, an' they begins cuttin' down speeds an' thryin' to make a little money f'r somebody besides th' coal man, an' so th' byes in th' firehole av coorse had to have 'more money an' more help an' short- er watches. An' why not, I says. By not shovelin' so much coal wasn't. ye makin' money f'r th' owner, an' shud- den't ye have a whack ar ut? To be 'sure ye shud. An' that: bein' the case, ut loggyc'lly follows, as Mulvaney says, th't th' more ye didn't do th' more men ut tuk t' do ut, an' th'. more ye shud have f'r doin' ut, 'r not doin' ut, I'm not rightly sure which." "D'ye mane t' say", said Mr. Hoolt-