Irish Life and Humour, in Anecdote and Story

Paperback / softback
This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1908 Excerpt: ... says Mike, "what is the meaning of them big strokes after the words?" "Och, ye ignoramus," says Pat, "sure, they are meant for shillelahs, to show it's Irish butter." When Alderman Waithman was Lord Mayor of London a man was brought before him on a charge of vagrancy. "What countryman are you?" inquired the alderman. "An Irishman, please, yer honour," was' the reply. The alderman asked--"Were you ever at sea?" "Come, yer honour," answered Paddy, "d'ye think I crossed from Dublin in a wheelbarrow!" A native of the Emerald Isle was travelling by rail for the first time in his life. The train stopped at a station, and the guard, opening the door of the carriage in which Pat was seated, called out--"All change here!" "All change here!" cried Pat, aghast. "Sure, then, mister, Oi've only wan shilling and two dorty coppers in the woide, woide worruld, an' ye wudn't be so mane as to be afther takkin' thim from me, wou'd ye, sorr?" An Irishman went to hear a concert in Glasgow, at which the well-known song "Bonnie Dundee" was sung. About the middle of the song Pat got very interested in it, and leaning over to his neighbour said in a loud whisper--"Sure, I know Philip M'Cann well enough, but who is this Philip M'Oup?" An old Irishwoman recently visited Glasgow for the first time, and had her first ride in a tramcar. She had taken her ticket, and was shortly afterwards asked by an inspector to show it to him. To the other passengers' amusement she said--"Ticket, yer honour, sure, I don't sell 'em." "I know that, my good woman," said the inspector, "but it is your own ticket I want to see." She replied--..".