WEIGHTS AND MEASURES


"Didn't I tell ye to feed that cat a pound of meat every day until ye

had her fat?" demanded an Irish shopkeeper, nodding toward a sickly,

emaciated cat that was slinking through the store.



"Ye did thot," replied the assistant, "an" I've just been after feedin'

her a pound of meat this very minute."



"Faith, an' I don't believe ye. Bring me the scales."



The poor cat was lifted into the scales. Thy balancd at exactly one

pound.



"There!" exclaimed the assistant triumphantly. "Didn't I tell ye she'd

had her pound of meat?"



"That's right," admitted the boss, scratching his head. "That's yer

pound of meat all right. But"--suddenly looking up--"where the divvil is

the cat?"



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