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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.
Woman?"
"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
years.
" '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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