“Och, ax me no kushtions—sure you know right well oi was.”
“Fined $1 and costs or thirty days in jail. Reuben Robertson—is your name Reuben Robertson?”
“It is, sir.”
“You are charged here with being drunk last night. Is that so?”
“It is not, sir.”
“Who arrested this man?” queries the magistrate.
“I did, sir,” says a policeman promptly. He steps into the witness stand, lifts his helmet, is sworn, drops his helmet on his head again, and faces the prisoner.
“Was this man drunk as charged?”
“He was, your Worship. He was so drunk that I had to get a handcart to bring him to the station in.”