Belated Reveller. "You A Speshul Conshtable?"
Special Constable. "Yes." (Long pause.)
B. R. "What arms 'ave yer?"
S. C. "A truncheon and a whistle, and (suddenly inventive, in view of reveller's superior physique) A SIX-SHOOTER."
B. R. "Ah, well, I'm not takin' any fortreshes to-night."
DISPOSITIONS.
My wife was certainly ruffled, and, more than that, she was mystified. She could not understand it at all.
"And this is the second time," she said.