Under Sunny Skies.

A friend met a cheerful Irishman who had plainly suffered some hard knocks.

“Well, Pat, how are you getting along now?” he inquired.

“Oh, Oi'm still hard up, but Oi've a fine job in Honolulee, and fare paid. Oi sail to-morrow.”

“Sure, man, you'll never be able to work there. The temperature is a hundred in the shade.”

Pat had endured cheerfully too much to be discouraged.

“Well,” he replied hopefully, “Oi'll not be workin' in th' shade all th' toime.”

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