"The usual complaints of a noisy party came I, but this wasn't the usual party. The people in a basement apartment on Bedford Street complained that their ceiling was coming down.
"Well, as it turned out later a crazy poet above them was throwing a lease-breaking party. As a climax some of the boys had kidnapped a milkman's hose and somehow led it up four steps and into the ground-floor living room. When we got there they'd all ducked out, and all we picked up was a lonesome white horse surrounded by empty gin bottles."
(from Murder On Wheels, by Stuart Palmer)