A captain, inspecting his company one morning, came to an Irishman who evidently had not shaved for several days.
“Doyle,” he asked, “how is it that you haven’t shaved this morning?”
“But Oi did, sor.”
“How dare you tell me that with the beard you have on your face?”
“Well, ye see, sor,” stammered Doyle, “there wus nine of us to one small bit uv a lookin’-glass, an’ it must be thot in th’ gineral confusion Oi shaved some other man’s face.”
