We won every time! North Cork and Spanish officers!
Where was that, Myles? Ned Lambert asked with a reflective glance at his toecaps.
In Ohio! the editor shouted.
So it was, begad, Ned Lambert agreed.
Passing out he whispered to J. J. O’Molloy:
Incipient jigs. Sad case.
Ohio! the editor crowed in high treble from his uplifted scarlet face. My Ohio!
A perfect cretic! the professor said. Long, short and long.
O, HARP EOLIAN!
He took a reel of dental floss from his waistcoat pocket and, breaking off a piece, twanged it smartly between two and two of his resonant unwashed teeth.