name was Mike—Mike he speaks up and he says:
"Now faith and begorra," he says to the girl, "now faith and begorra, with the blue eyes of yez and the cunning ways of yez, begorra," he says, "we could start a revolution in any new empire that Sandy here would be afther instituting!"
Well, that gets her pretty good, too, and she thinks maybe Mike is a little better on the Blarney stone than the Englishman is, and then up speaks the Jew, and say—
But first I want to tell you that poor old Mack certainly did have a hard time finishing his story. By this time, after we'd eaten, we'd all lapped up a pretty fair average amount of hootch, and we kept kidding him along and interrupting him, and along about here in his story, Prof Baroot—say, he may be an elegant high-class scholar, but he's got just about as much pep and ginger and good-fellowship as any man you ever met, and he insisted before we heard the rest of the story, we ought to go out and have a swim.
