Two Irishmen, Pat and Mike, stood looking at bricklayers who were working on a building that was being erected, when the following conversation was overheard:
Mike—“Pat, kin yez tell me what kapes them bricks together?”
Pat—“Sure, Mike; it’s the mortar.”
Mike—“Not by a dom sight; that keeps them apart.”
“The noight was that dark, Moike,” said Pat, while relating a past experience; “that no matther how far oi looked oi couldn’t see a step ahead of me.”
An Irishman came home from work one day and said to his wife: “Mary, we had an awful accident on the job to-day!”
“Was annyone hurt?” she asked.
“Well,” he said, “there was twenty-one Eyetalians and one Irishman killed!”