Along came a rookie cop, only two days on the beat, swinging his Billy club. "Hey, young man, what are you doing cluttering up the street. Get on home before I run you in on a vagrancy charge!"
"Can't go home," Willie said with a heavy sigh. "My dad spanked my butt and told me to get lost 'cause I talked back to him."
"Come on, young fellow. Let's go call your dad and see what gives. He sounds like a big bully to me. I'll set him straight."
"I don't think so," Willie said. "Dad's got a lotta pull in this town."
The young cop smacked the Billy club into the palm of his hand.
"A big shot bully, huh? What's your dad's name?"
"Amos Roy Jameson. He's the police chief, so most just call him "Chief."
"Chief Jameson?" the cop said in a sickly subdued tone of voice. "Well, er, I got work to do. You just sit right there and do whatever it is you were doing."
The cop turned on his heel and walked quickly away, leaving Little Willie Jones, the jailhouse janitor's son, grinning after him.