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Then it's collar 'im tight, / In the name o' the Lawd! / 'Ustle 'im, shake 'im till 'e's sick! / Wot, 'e _would_, would 'e? Well, / Then yer've got ter give 'im 'Ell, / An' it's trunch, trunch, truncheon does the trick / POLICE STATION DITTIES.
I had spent Christmas Eve at the Club, listening to a grand pow-wow between certain of the choicer sons of Adam. Then Slushby had cut in. Slushby is one who writes to newspapers and is theirs obediently "HUMANITARIAN. " When Slushby cuts in, men remember they have to be up early next morning.