Hulabaloo

Then comes Conte Lorenzago, picceering into the hall, to add to the hulabaloo; and there he kept singing out, about your loss; […]

It is said that the newspapers, the stump speakers, and the widespread discussions of political questions that precede our elections, make the best posted people on questions of political economy in the world. […] If this is true, it is a marvelous fact, an amazing commentary upon our boasted civilization, a biting irony upon the election and Fourth of July hulabaloos that do so abound and are so like the plunging Niagara.

The Christmas monkeys came again this year. The little bastards. They brought monkey poo to throw. They always do. They came down the chimney, amid scratches and chatters and all manner of hulabaloo.