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The day book. [volume] (Chicago, Ill.) 1911-1917, March 17, 1913, Image 20

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By Seujnas Macmanus Famous
Irish Writer of Irish Folk Stories.
(Copyright, 1913, by the Newspaper
Enterprise Association.) .
"Why didn't you go to the assist
ance of the defendant in the fight?"
asked the judge of the policeman.
"Shure and I would have done so
that I didn't know which of thim was
going to be the defindant!"
"How are things with you, Mrs.
"Dear, I'm busy as any being in
this world." .
"Aye, how's that?"
; "Faith and ivery time I'm at lay
shure, I have something' to do !".
Two old cronies met after many
" 'Tis a long time since I seen, ye
last, isn't it?"
"Indade, yes. I am married since."
"You don't mane it!"
"I do, indade, and I've got a fine
healthy boy that the neighbors say
is the very picture of me."
"Man alive, niver mind what they
say. What's the harm so long as the
child is healthy!"
"Hello, Mike, how is it you're not
vgir-rukin' any more?"'
' I sthruck."
"And why did you sthrike?"
"Well, it was like this. One wake
ago, come day after tomorrow night,
I-was put tuh wur-ruk among a gang
uv Oitalian bilermakers like meself..
Well, hejjory, ivery mother's son of
thim1 ate a quart of onions for ivery
dinner. All the rist of the day the
smell of thim onions got inter my'
eyes so that inshtead of driving the
bolts I was all the time fhumpin me
fingers. Well, ,the end'curii when my'
eyes got so full:of watherthat in
shtead of puttin' the bolt in the .hole
I put me finger -in and the. feller in
side put the-washer von- it-with such
Seumas Macmanus.
a clip that, b'egdry "they had to take
the biler .apart, to get the hole from
around my 'finger. It was, thin that
I sthruck L"
Said. Mrs. Gilfoyfe "Alary, doesn't
suff erin' arid sbrrowin' come to all
uswimmen.-tubbe sure.. Ohjy I'll sayj
this that.iverjr bride siould know
spendin' and, not earnih,i is. woman's
wur-ruk. When a' man sits by tfe
fire to cry that he can't get wur-ruk,
let a woman sit close arid cry harder
till, he finds. At, Belave me that
knows!"' - . -

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