The length of the stoppages could not well be reduced; indeed, they are already too short if we are to believe the tale now current of a wandering Jew sort of passenger—a lady of advanced years who can only alight from a train backwards. Every time she begins to get out a porter rushes up crying Hurry up, ma'am; train's going!—and pushes her in again!

Fair go mum! Let me go to the party tonight!

Strikingly, however, Waller does not deny but rather revels in the claim that healths lead to excessive drinking

This does not take into account the tens of thousands of New Yorkers who are harmlessly and charmingly insane in a peculiarly Manhattanite manner.