A certain priest and a parishioner were visiting one night and judgment
day was mentioned.
“What d’ye mean, ‘judgment’ day?” the man inquired.
“Judgment day,” replied the priest, “is the day when all who have
died are brought up for judgment, when their sins are judged and the
verdict—judgment—is pronounced.”
“Aha,” exclaimed the man. “And will the A. P. A.’s be there?”
“Yes, the A. P. A.’s will be there.”
“Will the Ancient Order of Hibernians be there?”
“They certainly will! Why?”
“Well, I’m thinking there’ll be mighty little ‘judging’ done the first
few hours, thin!”
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Pat—“That McGinty is a fine fellow.”
Mick—“Is he?”
Pat—“He is, indeed. Great friend of mine. Did you notice how heartily he
shook hands with me?”
Mick—“I did.”
Pat—“Great friend of mine. He wasn’t satisfied with shaking one hand, but
he grabbed hold of both.”
Mick—“I suppose he thought his watch and chain would be safer that way.”
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