Phwat in hal does yez mane by smashing into this handsome car? Haven’t you got any eyes? he bellowed at the meek and humble driver. Are you crazy? I’ve a good mind to take you down to the headquarters, you blithering idiot. What’s your name? continued Gallagher, as he extracted a pencil and notebook from his pocket, what is the number of your car?
The answer back in typical Gaelic, me name is Clancy.
Clancy, replied Gallagher. Clancy, what part of Ireland are you from, what county—
I am from County Mayo.
County Mayo, continued the traffic officer, County Mayo, say Clancy, stay here just a minute till I go head to that big car and see why in the devil he backed into you.
The following anecdote is illustrative of eviction days in Ireland. Pat had served part of his time as a bricklayer in the old country. On arrival in America, he was watching some bricklayers at work when the foreman observed him:
Can they do it as quick as that in Ireland, Pat?
They can indeed, and twice as quick, answered Pat.