Thursday, March 16, 2006

Happy Saint Paddy’s Day To You All!

Cornelius O’Mooney and Crimefile wish all our readers a great day anyway!

There was no place like Chicago to celebrate this wonderful holiday! Well at one time it was a “take it anyway” holiday in that everything would shut down early in the day. I mean everything! The parade would begin at my old residence, Marina City and cross the river Southbound on State Street. The green beer was everywhere. The wonderful corned Beef and cabbage was worth waiting all year to enjoy. The best part for me was that ALL the women let their hair down along with their unmentionables and a good time was had by all!

Then came those “other” mayors. State Street was shut down for a huge ridiculously expensive failed mall project built by those contractors who know how to fund Democratic political campaigns. A decade later the mall was again turned back into a ridiculously expensive street by, you guessed it, those contractors who know how to fund Democratic political campaigns.

The parade was moved to some Saturday by the pagans who hate our Saint Patrick and Chicago will never been the same.

A question… Why did they call police prisoner wagons, Paddy Wagons?

Here's a video for you!


Anonymous said...

Hi Paul and Happy St. Patrick's Day to you!! Yep... no parade today but let's kick it off and do it right our way and let noobody spoil it for us!

And, no, I don't know the answer to your question. Please tell!!!!!

Anonymous said...

I think the term Paddy wagon originated back when horse drawn wagons were used to transport prisoners. Back then, the majority of coppers were of Irish descent. When an officer needed a prisoner transport he would yell "Paddy get the wagon". Over a period of time this was shortened to paddy wagon.

Anonymous said...

Has anyone ever had a DNA test done on Richard M Daley? There is not way that bastard could be related to Richard J Daley.

Anonymous said...

I think these originated in the NYPD rant but they are too good not to pass on on St. Patrick's Day.

Paddy was driving down the street in a sweat because he had an important meeting and couldn't find a parking place. Looking up to heaven he said, "Lord take pity on me. If you find me a parking place I will go to Mass every Sunday for the rest of me life and give up me Irish Whiskey". Miraculously, a parking place appeared. Paddy looked up again and said, "Never mind, I found one."

Father Murphy walks into a pub in Donegal, and says to the first man he meets, "Do you want to go to heaven?" The man said, "I do Father." The priest said, "Then stand over there against the wall." Then the priest asked the second man, "Do you want to got to heaven?" Certainly, Father," was the man's reply. "Then stand over there against the wall," said the priest. Then Father Murphy walked up to O'Toole and said, "Do you want to go to heaven? O'Toole said, "No, I don't Father. The priest said, "I don't believe this. You mean to tell me that when you die you don't want to go to heaven?" O'Toole said, "Oh, when I die, yes. I thought you were getting a group together to go right now."

Anonymous said...

well paul, what is the answer????????

Paul Huebl Crimefile News said...

Legend and folklore replace real history sometimes so I don't claim to be an expert on this portion of American police history... Saying that I'll offer what was passed on to me long ago by 001 Commander Paul V. McLaughlin.

The first cops in New York were German and Italian immigrants. They looked way down on the newer Irish immigrants. They would be arresting lots of inebriated Irishmen who were called Paddy’s. Paddy Wagon became the new name for the prisoner wagons. Soon Boston, Chicago, Detroit assumed the name.

McGlaughlin swore this was true...