Patrolman McCarthy asked the judge to sentence Mary to be his household slave. Judge Finnegan took pity on her. He fetched a towel for her to wear on her walk back to the cell. He refused McCarthy’s request. “You mistake me intentions,” said McCarthy. “I don’t want her for sinful pleasure. Just try to use Irish and sex in the same sentence. It can’t be done.” “You just did it.” “Judge, there’s only one Catholic reason for the disgustin’ rituals of sex. I was hoping to make little Irish babbies with ‘er.” “There are trollops aplenty, then, along the Boulevard,” replied Judge Finnegan.