It was back in the horse and buggy days, and one of New Orleans' finest was walking his beat in the Business Section (the old American section) when he saw a dead horse curbside on Tchoupitoulas Street. Immediately he pulled out his notepad and tried to write that fact on it. Unfortunately, the task was hard because some kids stole the nearby street signs.
He started: 'C-H-A-P-A-T-W-O'....but sensed that it was wrong.
So he tried again: 'C-H-O-P-I-T-O-O-L-I-T-Z.' But that didn't look right, either.
So, one more time: "C-H-A-P-I-T-O-O-L-E-T'S.' But that didn't look right also.
Finally, he just thought, "To hell with it." And dragged the dead horse up a block to Camp Street.
[Tchoupitoulas is pronounced roughly "Chop-a-too-lus."]
An old street sign: