IRISH HUMOUR.
An Irish recruit'was asked by his officer, “What’s your height ?” To which Pat replied, ** The man that measured me told me that it was five foot ten, or ten foot five; I am not exactly sure which, but it was either one or the other.”
“ In Cork,” said O’Connell, " I remember the crier trying to disperse the crowd by exclaiming, ‘ All ye blackguards that isn’t lawyers quit the Coort.’ ” “ India, my boy,” said an Irishman to a friend on his arrival at Calcutta, ” is jist the finest climate under the sun ; but a lot of young fellows come out here, and they dhrink and they eat, and they dhrink and they die ; and then they write home to their friends a pack o’ lies, and say it’s the climate as has killed them.”
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Dunstan Times, Issue 2482, 24 May 1909, Page 3
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135IRISH HUMOUR. Dunstan Times, Issue 2482, 24 May 1909, Page 3
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