Do you know, I had a deuce of a time in convincing them that it was not I who had stolen the machine?
I went to a real old-fashioned wake the other night.
It was the most entertaining innovation I ever attended.
I got there pretty late and all the beer had flown down where the Wurzburger usually flows.
I sat down beside my old friend, McGarrigan.
"What, Mac, you one of the mourners, too?"
"Whoi not?" says he. "Didn't the corpse owe me ten dollars?"
"Well," says I, "cheer up."
"I can't," says he, "the beer is all gone."