The fellow had been entirely too active last Saturday night and was accused of breaking up a local establishment. Two exceedingly unsympathetic policemen rounded him up and before long he stood before the magistrate. Being quick on his feet, the man contrived a defense and began with vigor:
“May is please your honor,” said he, “the police have arrested the wrong man. In truth, sir, my reputation is utterly spotless.”
“Have you anyone willing to vouch for your character?” asked the judge.
“Indeed, sir,” came the reply. “These two fine officers will speak in my behalf.”
“What!” the first policeman exclaimed, “Why, we don’t even know this fellow.”
“There you have it,” replied the offender. “I’ve lived in this neighborhood the greater part of my life and the police don’t even know me ...”