"Which tooth do you want extracted?" asked the dentist.
Tom pointed to a tooth opposite the swelling.
"Why," says the dentist, "the swelling is on the other side."
"Och," says Tom, "is it that small lump you mane, that's nothin'. That's only where Bridget hit me with the lifter."
Tom had the troublesome tooth taken out and left the place.
Outside, he met his dear friend O'Holleran who, as he saw Tom, yelled:
"I say, Tom, did you hear of the frightful miscarriage of justice that McCarthy was the victim of?"
"No," says Tom, "what was it?"
"Well," says O'Holleran, "they locked poor Mac up for being drunk when he was clane sober."