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Throw Me A Rope!
A diminutive native of Ireland applied at the wharf for work as a stevedore. He was only about five feet in height, and the foreman was dubious.
“We’re loading 300-pound anvils onto that boat, and a little chap like you couldn’t handle them,” he said. “Try me, “ answered Pat. So the foreman put him to work. He hustled the anvils aboard all right and the cargo was nearly all stowed when the foreman heard a splash. He ran to the rail and saw Pat struggling in the water.
“Throw me a rope,” he yelled as he went under. He reappeared soon and again called loudly for a rope, then disappeared. Once more he rose.
“If you don’t throw me a rope,” he cried, “I’m going to drop this anvil!”
