Strolling along the boardwalk at Atlantic City, Mr. Mulligan, the wealthy retired contractor, dropped a quarter through a crack in the planking. A friend came along a minute later and found him squatted down, industriously poking a two dollar bill through the treacherous cranny with his forefinger.
“Mulligan, what the divvil ar-re ye doin’?” inquired the friend.
“Sh-h,” said Mr. Mulligan, “I’m tryin’ to make it wort’ me while to tear up this board.”
