A woman owning a house in Philadelphia before which a gang of workmen were engaged in making street repairs was much interested in the work.
And which is the foreman? she asked of a big, burly Celt.
A proud smile came to the countenance of that individual as he replied:
Oi am, mum.
Really? continued the lady.
Oi kin prove it, mum, rejoined the Irishman. Then, turning to a laborer at hand, he added, "Kelly, ye're fired!"