Silas B. Quick (marooned in small Irish hotel)—“Say! What mails d’yew get
here!”
Pat—“Breakfast, dinner and tay, yer honor.”
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Casey’s wife is anxious to be a society woman and the Ancient Order of
the Knights of the Golden Hod were going to give their annual riot—I mean
ball—and as Casey is the chief hod—I mean knight—of course he had to be
there and his wife wanted to shine—of course Casey’s a shine but—said she
to Casey: “I’m going to have a new dress for the ball. I’m going to have
the bias cut and flounced with crepe de chene and with Charlotte rucheing
around the neck—and—”
“What are you going to have it made out of?” said Mr. Casey.
“So that it’ll be light I’ll have it made out of cheese-cloth,” answered
Mrs. Casey.
“Cheese-cloth?” said Casey.
“Yis,” said Mrs. Casey—“cheese-cloth.”
“Begorry! If you’re going to have it made out of limburger-cheese cloth
you’ll go alone,” said Mr. Casey.
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Mrs. Grogan—“Wake oop, ye foghorn. Oi can’t shlape a wink on account av
your shnorin’.”
Mr. Grogan—“Ye must thry an’ get used to it, the same as I hov. Oi niver
notice it meself at all, at all.”
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