Seeing Is Believing
“I should like to see any man kiss me,”
The prudish young Boston maid cries.
Miss Innocence answers, “Why, bless me!
Do you usually close your eyes?”
A Killarney Echo
A good-natured Anglican parson was riding one day in a jaunting-car near the Lakes of Killarney, whose famous echoes sometimes repeat a sound as many as eight times. Wishing to “take a rise out of the driver,” the clergyman said,—
“Do you know, Pat, that there are none but Protestant echoes here?”
“No, sir, I niver h’ard it, and I don’t believe it aither,” was the reply.
“Well, you shall hear it very soon,” said the Anglican. Arriving at a favorable spot he called out softly, raising his voice to a loud pitch on the last word: “Do you believe in Pio Nono?” and the echo replied,—
“No, no! No, no! No, no!”
Pat was delighted at the joke, and, rubbing his hands gleefully, said,—
“Bedad, whin I drive one of the raal clargy here won’t I have the sport out of him?”