A sewerman returned home one distressingly hot day thoroughly exhausted, to find his better-half also tired out after spending the greater part of the day at the washtub. At the time he entered, however, she was seated, fanning herself vigorously. “Ain’t ye got no supper?” he asked somewhat angrily. “Supper, is it?” she asked. “Go on wid you! Me all tired out from a hard day’s wurruk in the hate, an’ you come home an’ ask for yer supper! Aisy indade for you all day down in a nice cool sewer!”
“Which would yez rather be in, Casey, an explosion or a collision?” asked his friend McCarthy.
“In a collision,” replied Casey.
“Why?”
“Because in a collision, there yez are; but in an explosion, where are yez?”
“What’s your name prisoner?”
“Casey, yer honor.”
“Your full name.”