Speaking about the St. Paul chief of police who claimed he was “framed”
with a patrolman’s wife, here’s one from London:
It had been a fairly warm evening, but about 11 p.m. it became bitterly
cold and Patrolman Snorkins decided he would chance it and go and fetch
his great-coat. So slipping away from his beat he hurried round to his
cottage and, throwing some gravel against his wife’s bedroom window, he
shouted “Chuck me out my coat, old dear.”
The wife chucked out the coat and, putting it on in the darkness, he
hurried back to his beat.
“Hello, Bill,” he said to his policeman pal who was waiting for him at
the end of the beat. “I just slipped round and got my coat. It’s blooming
cold, ain’t it?”
“It is,” agreed Bill, eyeing him curiously. “But, say, =when the devil
did you get made a sergeant=?”
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