A man was visiting Ireland for the first time. In Dublin one warm
afternoon he put his handkerchief over his nose and said, in a choked
voice, “What the deuce is that?”
“That?” said his Irish guide. “Why, that’s the river Liffey. Didn’t ye
know, man, that the smell o’ the Liffey was one o’ the sights o’ Dublin?”
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A little Irishman was being examined for admission to the army. He seemed
all right in every way except one. The doctor said: “You’re a little
stiff.”
Quickly his Irish blood mounted and he replied: “You’re a big stiff.”
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