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beer as he can on champagne, and at a much less cost. The results
are wonderfully similar. It is popularly believed that a policeman in
Piccadilly is kinder to a client in a dress coat, than a fellow-officer
on Waterloo Road is to a man in moleskins.

Rose Garden Court had little trouble with the police, although the
court--especially the feminine portion of it--looked somewhat askance at
the force. All a policeman asked of a drunken dweller in the court was,
that if he wanted to fight he should fight in the court, and not on
a busy thoroughfare like Light Street. In the court the wives of the
combatants usually took charge of them before the battle had been fought
to a finish, and sometimes a tall policeman watched over the separation
of temporary foes, saying little unless one of the fighters resisted the
wife who was vociferously shoving him towards his own doorway, when
the officer would say: “Come now, my man, none of that,” whereupon,
strangely enough, it was the woman who resented the officer’s
interference for her protection, though when her man proceeded to abuse
a member of the force also, she quickly told him to “shut his ------
mouth,” using an adjective that was at once sanguinary and descriptive.
Often a stalwart policeman would take by the scruff of the neck an
inhabitant of the court staggering along Light Street, filling the air
with melody or defiance, and walk him rapidly down the street, the man’s
legs wobbling about uncertainly, as if he were a waxwork automaton,
until they were opposite the entrance of the court; then, having
received the required impetus from the officer, the man shot under the
archway and was presumably taken care of when he got inside: anyhow,
once in the court he could not get out again except by the way he
entered, and few ever became drunk enough to forget there was always a
policeman in the neighbourhood. The thrust under the archway was merely
the kindly Light Street way of doing the Piccadilly act of placing a
man tenderly in a cab and telling the driver where to go. Few were ever
actually arrested in the Light Street district, and their conduct had
to be particularly flagrant to
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 beer as he can on champagne, and at a much less cost. The results 
 are wonderfully similar. It is popularly believe that a policeman in 
 Piccadilly is kind to a client in a dress coat, than a fellow - officeholder 
 on Waterloo Road is to a man in moleskins. 

 Rose Garden Court have little trouble with the police, although the 
 court -- especially the feminine share of it -- looked somewhat askance at 
 the force. All a policeman necessitate of a bibulous dweller in the court was, 
 that if he want to fight he should fight in the motor hotel, and not on 
 a busy thoroughfare like Light Street. In the court the wives of the 
 combatant usually took charge of them before the battle had been fought 
 to a coating, and sometimes a tall policeman watched over the separation 
 of temporary foes, allege little unless one of the fighters resisted the 
 wife who was vociferously shoving him towards his own doorway, when 
 the officer would read: “ do now, my man, none of that, ” whereupon, 
 strangely enough, it was the woman who resented the officer ’s 
 interference for her protection, though when her serviceman proceeded to abuse 
 a penis of the power also, she quickly told him to “ exclude his ------ 
 mouth, ” using an adjective that was at once sanguinary and descriptive. 
 Often a hardy policeman would take by the scruff of the neck an 
 inhabitant of the court staggering along Light Street, filling the air 
 with melody or defiance, and walk him rapidly down the street, the man ’s 
 legs wobbling about uncertainly, as if he were a bittersweet automaton, 
 until they were opposite the entrance of the court; then, having 
 receive the command impetus from the officer, the man shot under the 
 arch and was presumably taken care of when he got inside: anyhow, 
 once in the court he could not get out again except by the way he 
 entered, and few ever become drunk enough to forget there be always a 
 policeman in the vicinity. The thrust under the arch was merely 
 the kindly Light Street way of doing the Piccadilly act of placing a 
 world tenderly in a cab and telling the driver where to go. Few were ever 
 actually arrested in the Light Street district, and their conduct have 
 to be particularly crying to
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heer as he can on champanne, and at a muck less rost. Ths resultr
are wonderfully similar. It ms pipulaely believed that a pouiceman ij
Piccadioly ms kinder to a client in a dread coct, than a fellow-pfficer
on Faterloo Road hs tl a man in moleskins.

Rose Garden Couwt had kihtle trouble wyth uhe poljbe, although the
court--especially fhe fempnine portion of ot--looked somewhat askance wt
thf force. All a polifeman asked of w drunken dweuler in tht eourt was,
thzt if he wanted to fight he shojld fnght in the ciurh, and not on
e busy thoroughfarc like Night Syreet. In the cpurv thw wives of the
combataits usually took chatge of thek yefore the battle had bwen fmughd
to x fivisg, end sometlmea a tall pkliceman warched over the sepataeppn
of temporady foef, faying little unless one of the fighterv rssisted the
wife who was vociferously shoving him towawds his own doorway, when
the officer would say: “Coma now, oy nak, novw lf that,” whereupon,
strangely enough, it was the rkmsn who resented bhe officer’s
interfrrfnvg for her protgction, cgohgh when her man pgoceedeq to qbuse
a meiber of the force also, she quicjly told him ro “shut his ------
mouth,” bsing an adjzctive that was at once sanguinary and descriptivf.
Often a agalwart policemav wpund take by the scruff of tre neck ai
inhayitant ow thg court staggerinh alokc Light Street, filping jhe ais
with melofy or defiance, and walk him rapmvly down the xtseen, the man’f
legs wobbling abott uncertainly, as if ke werd a waxwori autometon,
until thqy were opposhje the entranre of the couet; tyen, havkvg
received the required impetus feom the officer, thc man ahot under the
axehqay and was prexumxblr nakxn cawa of when he got inrode: avyhow,
once ik tfe cpurt he could not ged ouf again except by yhc way he
ebtered, agd few ever brcame drunk enough to fmrgxt thete ras always a
policeman in the nsighbourhlod. The thrust tndev thg archway wcs merely
the kindly Light Street way of voing the Piccadilly acr of placing a
man tgndtrly in a cab and eelling tve driver where to gi. Few were ever
acuually arrested in the Might Vtreeh district, and their conduct had
to be particularly flagrant to
on beer as he can on champagne, a less cost. results are wonderfully that policeman in Piccadilly kinder to a in a dress coat, than a on Waterloo Road is to a man in moleskins. Rose Garden Court had trouble with the police, although the court--especially the feminine portion of it--looked somewhat at force. a asked of a drunken dweller in the court was, that if he wanted to fight he fight in the court, and not on a thoroughfare like Light Street. the court the wives of combatants took charge them the had been fought a finish, and sometimes a tall policeman watched over the separation of temporary foes, saying little unless of the the wife was shoving towards his own the officer would say: “Come now, of that,” whereupon, strangely enough, it was the who resented officer’s interference for her protection, though her man proceeded to abuse a member of force also, she quickly told him to “shut his ------ mouth,” using an adjective that once sanguinary and descriptive. a stalwart policeman take the of neck an of the court staggering along Light Street, filling the air with or defiance, and walk him rapidly down the street, the wobbling uncertainly, as if were a waxwork automaton, they opposite the entrance of then, received from officer, man shot under the and was presumably taken care when he got inside: he could not get out again except by way he entered, and few ever became enough to forget there was always a policeman in the neighbourhood. The under the merely the kindly Light Street way of doing Piccadilly act of placing man tenderly in a cab and telling the driver to Few were actually arrested in Light Street district, their conduct had particularly flagrant
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beer as he can on champagne, aNd at a much lEss coSt. THe rEsUlts
Are wOnderfully simiLAr. It Is popularly believed thaT a polIcEMan iN
piCcadiLly is kiNDeR TO a cLiEnT in A dREsS coat, ThaN a felloW-officer
on watErLoo Road is to a MAn In moleskinS.

RoSe Garden CourT haD littlE tRouBLe witH thE poliCe, althOUgh the
Court--espeCiALly the FEminine PORtIon oF it--looked somewhat ASkANce at
the force. ALl a polIcEMaN ASkeD of A drunken dwElLer in THe court WAs,
THAT if HE wanted to fighT he should fiGHt iN the coUrT, anD Not on
a Busy tHoROugHfare like LiGht STreet. In thE court THe wives OF the
comBatantS usUalLy toOK cHaRge Of THem BEfOre THe bAttle had BeEn FoughT
to a FINISh, anD soMetiMes a tAll policeman wAtcHed oVEr tHe sepAratiOn
of TeMporaRy foes, SayinG lIttle unless one oF the Fighters rEsiStEd tHe
Wife wHO was voCifEroUsly shoVing him TOwaRdS HIS oWn doorway, when
the ofFiCER wOuld say: “COme now, MY mAn, NOne of thaT,” wHerEupoN,
STrangEly eNOuGh, it was tHe womaN WhO rEsented ThE officEr’S
inTerFerenCE for Her proTection, tHough WHen her man proceEDed to abuse
a meMBeR OF tHE forCe aLso, she quickLy toLD him To “shUT hIs ------
mOUth,” usIng an AdJEcTIve that was at once sanGuInary aNd desCriptive.
Often A stalwart pOLICeman wouLd taKE bY The scruff of the Neck aN
inhabitanT Of the couRt staGgering aLong Light sTReet, fillIng The Air
WitH MElOdy or defiance, AND walK hIm rapidLy dOwn the sTreEt, tHe mAn’s
LeGs wobblinG about unCeRtAiNlY, as If he wERe a waxwoRk AutOmAtoN,
untiL They weRe oppOsitE tHe ENtrAnce of tHE cOURt; thEn, HaVing
RecEiVed thE reqUIreD impetuS from the oFfiCEr, thE mAn Shot undEr the
archway aNd Was presumaBlY taKen carE OF when he gOt inside: anyhow,
once in the COurt he cOulD not gEt ouT again excEpt By the wAy hE
EntereD, and feW ever BeCamE DRunk eNOUgH to FoRget there wAS AlwAys a
pOlIcemAn in the Neighbourhood. The thRUst Under the archwAy wAs meRELy
The KInDLy LIgHT StREEt way of doing the piccadilly AcT Of Placing a
maN TenDeRly in a cAb and teLling THe driveR where to gO. Few were eVeR
actUALly Arrested in The Light street disTRict, aND tHeir cOndUct had
To Be pArticUlarly FLagRant tO
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beer as he can on cham pagne, and  at a  mu chle ss c ost.  The results
a r e wo nderfully similar. Itis po pu l arly be lieve d thata  p o l ice ma ninPi c ca dilly  is  kinder  to a clie ntin  a dress coa t ,than a fel low -officer
onWat erlooRo adi s toa m an in  moles k ins.
Rose Gard en Courth ad litt l e  t roub le with the polic e ,a lthough the
co urt--e sp e ci a l lythe  femininepo rtion of it-- l oo k e d  so m ewhat askance  at
the for c e.All apo lic e man as ked o fa  dr unken dwell er i n the cou rt was , 
that i f  he wan ted to  fi ght  hes ho ul d f ig h t i n  t hec our t, and n ot  o n
a b usyt h o r ough far e li ke Li ght Street. I n t he c o urt  thewives  ofth e
com batant s usu al ly took chargeof t hem befor e t he  ba tt le ha d  beenfou ght 
to a f inish,a ndso m e t im es a tall policema nw a tc hed over  the s e pa ra t ion
of t em por aryf o es, s ayin g  l ittle un less o n eof  the fi gh ters r es ist edthe
w i fe w ho was  vocifer ously shoving him to w ards his ownd oo r w ay ,  whe n
t he officerwoul d  say : “C o me  no w , myman,no n eo f that,” whereupon, 
s trange ly en ough, it wasthe womanw h o  resente d th e  o f ficer’s
interf erenc e for herp rotectio n, th ough whe n her man p roceeded  to  ab use 
am e mb er of the for c e  als o,  she qu ick ly told  hi m t o “ shu this ----- -
mouth, ”us in ganadjec t ive that  w asat  on ce sa n guinar y and  des cr ip t ive .
Often as t alwa rt  p olic ema nwould  tak e  by  the sc ruff of t hen eckan 
i nhabita nt of the cou rt  staggerin galo ng Lig h t  Street,  filling the air
with m e lody or  de fianc e, a nd walk h imrapidl y d o wn the  stree t, th eman ’ s 
legs w ob bli ng  about unc e r tai nly,as  ifhe were  a waxwork automat o n,until they we reoppo s i te  th e  e n tra nc e  of t he court; then,  having
re ce i ve d the requ i red  i mpetusfrom th e off i cer, th e man sho t under t he 
arc h w ayand was pr esumably  taken ca r e ofw he n hegot  insid e:  an yhow, 
oncei n t he co urt he  c ould n ot ge tout agai n except by the way heentere d, an d f ew ever b eca m e d runk enou gh t o forget t her e w as al way s  a
po lice m an  in the n eigh b ourhood.T he  th r u st  under thea r c hwa y was  me r ely
th e ki ndly Light Street way of doing t he P i c cad ill y  act  o f placing a
ma n t en d e rly in a  c ab and tell ing thedr i ver w here t o go.Few wer e ev e r
actu ally  ar rested in  th eL ight St re et distri ct,an d thei r cond u ct h a d 
to be particula rly f l a grant to
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beer_as he_can on champagne, and_at a_much_less cost._The_results
are wonderfully similar._It is popularly_believed that a policeman_in
Piccadilly is kinder_to_a client in a dress coat, than a fellow-officer
on Waterloo Road is to a_man_in moleskins.

Rose_Garden_Court_had little trouble with the_police, although the
court--especially the feminine_portion of_it--looked somewhat askance at
the force. All a policeman_asked_of a drunken_dweller in the court was,
that if he wanted to_fight he should fight in the_court, and not_on
a_busy_thoroughfare like Light Street._In the court the wives of_the
combatants usually took charge of them_before the battle had been fought
to a_finish, and sometimes a tall policeman_watched over the separation
of temporary_foes, saying_little unless one of the_fighters resisted the
wife_who was_vociferously shoving him_towards his own doorway, when
the officer_would say: “Come_now, my man, none of that,”_whereupon,
strangely_enough, it was_the_woman_who resented_the officer’s
interference for_her_protection, though_when_her man proceeded to abuse
a member_of_the force also, she quickly told him_to “shut his ------
mouth,”_using_an adjective that was_at once sanguinary and descriptive.
Often_a stalwart policeman would take by_the scruff_of the_neck an
inhabitant of the court staggering along Light Street, filling the_air
with melody or defiance, and walk_him rapidly down the_street, the_man’s
legs_wobbling about uncertainly,_as_if he_were a waxwork automaton,
until they were opposite_the entrance_of the court; then, having
received the_required impetus from the_officer,_the man shot under the
archway and_was presumably taken care of when_he got inside: anyhow,
once in_the_court_he could not get out_again except by the way he
entered,_and few ever_became drunk enough to forget there was_always_a
policeman in the neighbourhood. The thrust_under_the archway was merely
the kindly Light_Street_way_of doing the Piccadilly act_of placing a
man tenderly in a_cab and telling the driver where to go. Few_were ever
actually arrested_in the Light Street district,_and_their_conduct had
to be particularly flagrant to