PAT’S INDIGNATION.
Patrick, lately over, was working in the yards of a railroad. One day he happened to be in the yard office when the force was out. The telephone rang vigorously several times, and he at last decided it ought to be answered. He walked over to the instrument, took down the receiver, and put his mouth to the transmitter, just as he had seen others do.
“Hillo!” he called.
“Hello!” answered the voice at the other end of the line. “Is this eight-six-one-five-nine?”
“Aw, g’wan! Phwat d’ ye t’ink I am? A box car?”—Exchange.