A woman owning a house in Philadelphia before which a gang of workmen
were engaged in making street repairs was much interested in the work.
"And which is the foreman?" she asked of a big, burly Celt.
A proud smile came to the countenance of that individual as he replied:
"Oi am, mum."
"Really?" continued the lady.
"Oi kin prove it, mum," rejoined the Irishman. Then, turning to a
laborer at hand, he added, "Kelly, ye're fired!"