I had an Irishman workin' round my barn once, and Tim Bailey drove down from Bayport to see me.

I was out and Tim and the Irishman run afoul of each other.

Tim stuttered so that he made a noise when he talked like one of these gasoline bicycles goin' by.

He watched Mike sweepin' out the horse stall and he says, 'You're a pup--pup ...

I say you're a pup--.' He didn't get any further 'cause Mike went for him with the broom.