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Patea Mail, Volume XLIII, 17 September 1919, Page 3

A stout Irishwoman, bearing a number of bundles, , entered a crowded street-car in Chicago. The only sign of a scat she could find was a small space at the right of a smartly dressed youth. Into this space, sufficient only for an individual of ordinary size, the stout lady squeezed herself, much to the annoyance of the youth. After a moment or so the Irishwoman produced a cheese sandwich, which she proceeded to devour with every evidence of relish. Whereupon the youth gave her a look of ineffable disgust and drew the skirts of his overcoat closer to him. "I suppose, mc lad," good-naturedly said the woman, "that ye'd prayfer-r to have a gintleman sittin' next to ye 1 ?" "I certainly would," snapped the youth. "So would I," calmly responded the fat woman.