Wanted: A Fight.

As Mike marched down the street, he passed two men who were talking on the corner, so he promptly joined in the conversation.

“Are you gintlemen arguin' about Oireland?” he asked.

“No,” replied one of the men, “we're not. We're just discussing some personal affairs.”

Apparently satisfied, Mike walked on. But he hadn't gone more than five yards when an idea struck him. He turned round again and came back to the two men.

“Faith!” he cried. “Maybe you think Oireland isn't worth arguin' about!”