A DIFFICULT JOB.

Waimate Daily Advertiser, Volume VI, Issue 11, 28 January 1905, Page 4 (Supplement)

A DIFFICULT JOB.

An Irishman, working on the roof of a house, dropped a brick into the street, and a passing pedestrian narrowly escaped being struck by the missile. “Now, then, you clumsy fellow!” shouted the man, angrily. “You ought not to be out without a nurse!” “Don’t be afther cheeking me!” roared Pat, from aloft, “or I’ll come down and pulverise yer!” “Try it!’ yelled back the man below, “and I’ll send you back quicker than you came down.” Always ready for a row, Pat started to go down the ladder, but, missing his foothold, he fell headlong into the street. By the veriest miracle he was not injured, and, starting to his feet, he placed his arms akimbo, and, with a scornful smile, said: “Send me back quicker’n that, will yez? Bedad, I’d loike to see yez do it!” AWKWARD FOR HUSBANDS. A woman, returned from the funeral of her third husband, seated herself, in the presence of her sympathising neighbours, and said, with the calmness of resignation : “It ain’t so hard to bear if it didn’t run in our family to be widders; but it does, and we just have to inake up our minds to it. My mother was three timw a widder, and me grandmother buried four husbands, and Sister Jane ’an buried two, and her third ; s mighty low just now with lingerin’ friver. And thy sister Maria has had five husbands and outlived the last one of them; and Aunt Ann’s third husband is that sickly she might as will be getting her mourning ready. I tell you it is mighty hard to have widderhood run in your family like that.”