Barty and Dunny met in a pub
and discussed the illness
of a friend named Hogan.
„Poor
Micheal Hogan! Faith, I’m afraid he’s goin‘ to die.“
„Shure,
an‘ why would he be dyin‘?“ asked the other.
„Ah, he’s gotten
so thin. You’re thin enough, and I’m thin — but
by my soul,
Micheal Hogan is thinner than both of us put
together.“
