Gwan, the old clock doesn’t run! replied the neighbor.
Well, drawled Hogan, changing front completely, well perhaps yez won’t win it, and then ye’ll have the laugh on the fellow who does.
Street cleaning commissioner Paul Inglehart, of Baltimore, returned recently from a gunning trip in Anne Arundel county and brought with him a supply of new stories told in the historic old South River Club.
The one that particularly took Mr. Inglehart’s fancy was that of the Irish servant girl who one day asked her mistress what was the meaning of the word “kismet”. After thinking a little while the mistress said:
Why, Bridget, it is another name for fate.
A day or so afterward the mistress discovered Bridget hobbling down the stairs evidently in great pain and walking very lame.
Why, what on earth is the matter with you? she asked.
Oh, sure, ma’am, was the reply, I’ve got bunions on my kismet.