A CHIEF of Police who had seen an Officer beating a Thug was very
indignant, and said he must not do so any more on pain of
dismissal.
Don't be too hard on me, said the Officer, smiling; I was
beating him with a stuffed club.
Nevertheless, persisted the Chief of Police, it was a liberty
that must have been very disagreeable, though it may not have hurt.
Please do not repeat it.
But, said the Officer, still smiling, it was a stuffed Thug.
In attempting to express his gratification, the Chief of Police
thrust out his right hand with such violence that his skin was
ruptured1 at the arm-pit and a stream of sawdust poured from the
wound. He was a stuffed Chief of Police.
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