A dear old lady was staying in a hotel in a small country town and could not get to sleep because of the noise emanating from a party on the ground floor. At first, she bore it stoically. But at about 2 A.M., when the screams and screeches were louder than ever, she phoned the front desk to ask what was going on.
“Oh, they’re holding a Policemen’s Ball” replied the clerk.
“Well,” said the old lady, “isn’t it about time they let go?”