Said he: 'Bhoys, don't be fightin' fur eight or fur nine;
Don't be always dividin', but sometimes combine.
Unite eight and nine—seventeen is the mark.
Let that be his birthday.' 'Amen,' said the clark.
"'If he wasn't a twin, sure his histhory will show
That he's worth at least any two saints that we know.'
Then they all 'tuk a dhrop,' which completed their bliss;
And they keep up the practice from that day to this."
SNOWDRIFT PARTY
An ingenious hostess provided no little amusement for her guests by what she called her "snowdrift party." This is how it is arranged: