A green Irishman-and there are Irishmen who say that all Irishmen are green, and that an Orangeman's not an Irishman but an Eng- lishman in masquerade-a green Irishman was run over by a freight train; his widow brought suit for damages. The chief witness was an Irish fellow labor- er. He told his story in his own way, giving a graphic description of the tragedy, punctuated with an artistic shedding of tears, and an occa- sional calling on the blessed saints for cor- roboration. He swore positively that the loco- motive whistle was not blown until the entire train had passed over his departed friend. The corporation lawyer pricked up his ears. Aha, he had the witness now! "See here, Mr. McGinnis, you admit that the whistle blew?" "Yes, sor; it blew, sor." "Now, if that whistle sounded in time to give Michael 'Yarning, the fact would be in favor of the company, wouldn't it?" "Av course; an' ye '90uldn't be expectin' me to alter the truth to a lie, to aid no railroad company, would ye, sor?" "Of course not. But, if it had blown in time to give him warning, that would help the com- pany's case, eh?" "Case? In thot case, Michael would be here a-testifyin' in his own favor." The jury giggled; the judge smiled; the law- yer frowned. "Never mind that. You were Mike's friend-I understand that-and you want to help his widow out. :But you're on oath, my friend. You tell this jury-" with an eloquent gesture, "what earthly purpose there could be for the engineer to blow that whistle after Mike had been struck, and after the loco- motive had passed over him, and after the whole string of cars had passed over him! Just tell 'em that!" Mike beamed at the lawyer. "I suppose the whistle were for the next man the engineer were goin' to run over, sor."