Horace T. Eastman, the inventor of the locomotive pilot, said the other day:
“This morning I was sitting in a drug store waiting to get a prescription filled when a young Irishman entered.
“The Irishman pointed to a stack of green Castile soap and said:
“‘Oi want a lump o’ thot.’
“‘Very well, sir,’ said the clerk. ‘Will you have it scented or unscented?’
“‘Oi’ll take ut with me,’ said the Irishman.”
Robert Smith, brother of Sydney Smith, and an ex-Advocate-General, on one occasion engaged in an argument with a physician over the relative merits of their respective professions.
“I don’t say that all lawyers are crooks,” said the doctor, “but you’ll have to admit that your profession doesn’t make angels of men.”