[Northern Yankee]

Michael Fitgerald went off to fight in the great war, leaving Ireland and his family farm. While away in the trenches of France he gets a note from his mom...

Dear Michael,
Your father and I are getting concerned. Being as we are getting up in years, it's harder for us to dig up the garden to plant the potatoes for the upcoming spring planting. What do we do?

Love,
Your darling mother

Michael writes back to his mom...

Dear Mum,
I am so sorry to hear you and father are ailing, but please don't dig up the garden. The boys and I have buried guns there for the great rebellion when we come home.
Love,
Michael

A few weeks later Michael gets a frantic letter from his dear old mother:

Michael!
The British came and dug up the entire garden looking for the guns. They couldn't find them! What do we do?

Michael writes back:

Dear Mum,
Plant the potatoes.
Love,
Michael

[SkyDancer]

Pat and Mick landed themselves a job at a sawmill. Just before morning tea Pat yelled: "Mick! I lost me finger!"

"Have you now?" says Mick. "And how did you do it?"

"I just touched this big spinning thing here like thi...Damn! There goes another one!"