Not long since Norah was about to industriously swing the broom around the parlor furniture, when she was summoned by her mistress.
“Before you sweep the parlor, Norah,” said the mistress as the servant girl entered the room, “I want to give you some advice about your broom.”
“Yes, mum,” was the wondering rejoinder of Norah; “phat’s the matter wid the broom?”
“Begorra, Moike, we can’t go down thot road.”
“An’ whoy not, Pat?”
“Sure, me bye, it says ‘For Pedestrians Only,’ an’ we both be Oirishmen.”
McGinty was walking along Broadway when it began to rain. In front he thought he saw his friend Dugan, with an umbrella.