Tramping Tim. "Bedad, sor, it's not work I'm wantin', it's nourishment."
"Lucus a Non," &c.—Visitor. "How long has your master been away?"
Irish Footman. "Well, sorr, if he'd come home yistherday, he'd a' been gone a wake to-morrow but ev he doesn't return the day afther, shure he'll a' been away a fortnight next Thorsday"!!
ECONOMY OF LABOUR
Young Softroe (who is trying to pick up bargains in polo ponies). "Nice pony, but seems inclined to rest that foreleg, don't you know."
Irish Coper. "And wasn't that phwat I was tellin' ye now! That's a little horse that's always got a leg to spare. Sure, isn't that the very wan he's restin' now against the time he'll be wantin' ut?"