FAITHFULNESS


A wizened little Irishman applied for a job loading a ship. At first

they said he was too small, but he finally persuaded them to give him a

trial. He seemed to be making good, and they gradually increased the

size of his load until on the last trip he was carrying a 300-pound

anvil under each arm. When he was half-way across the gangplank it broke

and the Irishman fell in. With a great splashing and spluttering he came

to the surface.



"T'row me a rope, I say!" he shouted again. Once more he sank. A third

time he rose struggling.



"Say!" he spluttered angrily, "if one uv you shpalpeens don't hurry up

an' t'row me a rope I'm goin' to drop one uv these damn t'ings!"



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