Americans," he says. "What thribe did ye say they belonged to?
Soos?" he says.'

"So th' avenin' proceeded until it was time to go home, whin th'
chairman proposed th' customary toast. 'Me lords an' gintlemen,
charge ye'er glasses an' jine me in a toast,' he says. 'His majesty
Edward th' Sivinth, iv Gr-reat Britain an' possibly Ireland, iv
Inja, Egypt, iv Austhralya, iv South Africa in a sinse, an' iv th'
Dominions beyant th' sea, includin' New York, King, Definder iv
th' Faith. I hope I got it all in.' 'Ye did,' said th' ambassadure.
An' th' toast was dhrunk with enthusyasm. Other toasts was dhrunk
to th' rile fam'ly an' th' Protestant Succession, to th' Jook iv
Argyle who used to own Andhrew Carnaygie, an' in manny cases th'
rile merchants carrid th' glasses away in their pockets. Jus' as
th' comp'ny was breakin' up a man whose gaiters creaked rose an'
said: 'Isn't there wan more toast?' 'Good hivins have I f'rgotten
somewan?' said Lord Cheeseshop. 'That was all there was in th'
book. Who d'ye mane?' he says. 'I mane th' prisidint iv th'
United States,' says th' man, who comes fr'm Baraboo. 'Oh him,'
says th' chairman in a relieved tone. 'Well, annywan that wants
to can dhrink his health at th' bar,' he says.

"As th' comp'ny filed out a band was playin' in th' adjinin' room
where they was a meetin' iv th' Amalgamated Stove-polish men fr'm
th' neighborhood iv Terry Hut. 'What's that outlandish chune?'
says Lord Cheeseshop. ''Tis th' naytional air, west iv Hoboken,'
says th' man fr'm Baraboo. 'What's it called?' says Lord Cheeseshop.
'Th' Star Spangled Banner,' says th' man. 'Well,' says Lord
Cheeseshop, ''tis very intherestin',' he says. ''Tis th' on'y
Indyan music I iver heerd,' he says."