“ Half-way down my quart of beer, African constable, cloaked in a heavy khaki-green overcoat. entered. Another one, without over coat followed close upon his heels, They joined me on the studio couch, and I could see the sergeant's stripes on the arm of the one without over-coat, Nobody turned a hair, The fellows at the table didn't even break their argument over the Freedom Charter. Our hostess waddled up to the "cops." They ordered Half-a-Jack of brandy. And they paid for it! “ - Can Themba
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