The local District Judge had given the defendant a lecture on the evils of drink. But in view of the fact that this was the first time the man had been drunk and incapable, the case was dismissed on payment of ten shillings costs.
“Now don’t let me ever see your face again,” said the Justice sternly as the defendant turned to go.
“I’m afraid I can’t promise that, sir,” said the released man.
“And why not?”
“Because I’m the barman at your regular pub!”
Monahan stumbled into a saloon, half crocked. “Say,” he said to the bartender, “how tall is a penguin?”
“About two and a half feet.”
“Thank God!” cried Monahan. “I thought I ran over a nun!”