COULDN'T BE DONE.
An Irishman in a small town was careless enough to let the Driest catch him coming out of a saloon”with a jug in hie hand. The priest waited for him to come by, and said—- " Pat, what is it yon have in that ju?f' "Whisky, sor," answered Pat. "Whom does it belong to?” asked the good man. "To me and me brndder Moike, sor." "Well, say, Pat, pour yours out. and be a good man." "I can't sor; mine's at the bottom," answered Pat.
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New Zealand Times, Volume XXX, Issue 6489, 8 April 1908, Page 7
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87COULDN'T BE DONE. New Zealand Times, Volume XXX, Issue 6489, 8 April 1908, Page 7
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