SCENE—Trafalgar Square just before sunset. Police in abundance; number of Processionists in various parts of the open space seen to be dispersing.
Police Inspector. Now, my good friends, I am going to be as polite as possible, but I must obey the regulations of the Commissioners of Her Majesty's Works and Public Buildings. And I say you cannot speak, because you have not given proper notice to the authorities.
First Orator. But I have—I tell you I wrote to the Commissioner four days ago.
Pol. In. Oh, did you? Then that of course alters the case. What are you, Sir?
First Or. I am the "Friends of the Horny Hands of Labour."
Pol. In. (after referring to note-book). Ah, I thought I was right. Your application came in second, Sir—the "Decayed Washerwomen" got in before you. Look here. (Pointing out regulation.) "Not more than one Meeting shall be allowed at the same time, and if notices of two or more Meetings are given for the same day, preference shall be given to that Meeting of which notice shall have been first received." So you see, Sir, you are not in it. Better luck next time. There is another Bank Holiday six months hence.
First Or. But the "Decayed Washerwomen" are not here, and I—
Pol. In. Very sorry. Sir, but you must move on. (First Orator disappears with grumbling followers.) I say, BILL, I do really think these regulations are working quite pleasantly.
Bill (a subordinate). Yes, Sir.
Second Orator. (entering hurriedly, accompanied by some aged females). Here, I say, where are we to make speeches?