"Five dollars fine for crossing this bridge faster than a walk."
He says that under the circumstances the sarcasm of that sign put him in bad humor for the rest of the day.
In the rush and crush of business in the general post-office the other day an Irishman's answer was heard that is worth repeating. It was at the general-delivery window, and the Irishman was poor, and a typical son of the sod. He had applied for a letter.
"Letter? All right, sir. What name?"
The Irishman gave his name, but the clerk, not catching it, asked,
"How do you spell it?"
"Spell it!" answered the Irishman. "Shure, if a foine smart clerk loike you can't spell it, how d'ye think a poor man loike me can?"