“You are charged” said the judge, “with beating up this government inspector.  What have you to say?”

“Nothing,” replied the grocer, “I am guilty. I lost my head. All morning I held my temper while government agents inspected my scales, tested my butter, smelled my meat, graded my kerosene. In addition, your honour, I had just answered three federal questionnaires. The this bird came along and wanted to take moving pictures of my cheese and I pasted him in the eye.”

John Lentell

3rd December, 1969