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Cromwell Argus, Volume XLIII, Issue 2286, 26 February 1912, Page 7

“Patsy, me boy," said Farmer O’Reilly sternly, “where’s the donkey and cart 7” “She’s been at her thricks again,’’ Patsy said, “and about half-way home she stood Still as a prison wall, and rayfused to budge an inch.’ “Well, what did ye do ?’’ “Lit a fire under her.” "Ah, well, 'twas the only way. 'Tis an obstinate baste she is.” “Aye, and an artful. For what she did was to move on a couple of steps and then stop again, and niver budge till the cart was burnt up. An she’s there yet, laughin’ at the joke, begorra 1” ‘"What is woman ?’’ asked a speaker at a public meeting. “Woman,” replied a man in the audience —a married man—“is an animate being, with the power of speech abnormally developed, and entirely surrounded by a dress that buttons