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Show "Paddy Murphy, of tho New York police, met " his neighbor, Tim McCarty, whose face was as long as the White House road. That's the matter, mat-ter, Tim?' Paddy asked. 'Haven't ye her-rd the noofc?' askod Tim. 'Phat noos?' Thy, his grace Cardinal Soandso, is did.' 'Well,' said Paddy, 'he was a gude man.' 'He was that.' 'None better.' 'That's the whole trut, Paddy,' sobbed Tim. 'He was too gu,de for this wur-rld.' 'He was that, Paddy.' Pad-dy.' 'An' he has gone to his rewar-rd.' 'He has that, Paddy.' 'Well, then, phat the div'l are yes boohooing about?' 'Why, Paddy,' sobbed Tim, di-, di-, didn't yez hear th-that this man Rosefilt wa-was goin' to" app-int a Me-Me-Methodist in his iplace?' " |