Waiting for the Landlord.—Ribbonman (getting impatient). "Bedad, they ought to be here by this toime! Sure, Tirince, I hope the ould gintleman hasn't mit wid an accidint!!!"
AN IRISH "BRADSHAW"
(Scene—Westland Row Station, Dublin)
British Swell to Native Inhabitant (loq.). "Haw, haw, pray will you direct me the shortest way to Baggot Street, haw?"
Native Inhabitant. "Baggit Street, yer honor, yis, yer honor, d' see that sthreet just forninst ye? Well, goo oop that, toorn nayther to yer right nor to yer lift, till ye khoom to the foorst toorn, and when ye khoom to the foorst toorn, don't toorn down that ayther, but walk sthrait on and that'll lade ye to the place Igs-actly."
Supercilious Saxon. "Haw, thank yaw, haw!" (And walks off more mystified than ever.)