The Sedalia weekly bazoo. [volume] (Sedalia, Mo.) 187?-1904, 1883-06-05
A model" Policeman.
BROOKLYN Eagle.


Unien reporter upon entering Jack
son street New York, saloon, at late
hour one niggt last week.
Five 'longshoremen in various
stages of intoxication. lolled against the
bar, and policeman in full uniform,
was throwing dice for the drinks with
two workingmen. The policeman and
his companions were drunken than the
'longshoremen.
Goes down at half-past eleven
said the bartender.
WHARF dye want ter go!" asked the
policeman.
"Fuiton ferry. sir"
"All right; car'il be along in seven
minutes"
Better wait here" suggested the
bartender.
The reporter following the sugges-
ton. Ten minutes passed, the police
man still threw the dice, the hands of
the clock passed the half-hour. end still
no car.
"How many rounds 'sthat I've lost?
asked the policeman.
"Seven." said the bartender.
"Guess I'd better 60. Chalk it
down. See here, young Teller. come
with me, I'll put you straight" added
the officer, grasping his club and stg-
gering for the door.
"All right" said the reporter.
Five doors off was another liquor
saloon. The officer poked his head
in the door, Say, George, what time
does the Bedtime Car 60 down ?"
"It's gone. There's none after IL
o'clock"
"What's the time now? ?"
s'Ten minutes to IL
That old clock in the next saloons
away off then. Say, come in and
have drink"
The reporter did as he was asked.
you'll have to wait for ten min
utes, till | am relieved. stranger, and
then I'll see you up to the corner of
Grand street"
The officer was not i'm the mood for
argument, and besides there was every
prospect of some choice developments
concerning the night duty of 1.-The
finest" in that precinct. The report
er determined to wait.
Fifteen other liquor saloons lay on
the route to Grand ST., and the police
man end his new made friend entered
each.
By the time the last had been reach
ed, the officers voice was very husky
and his steps uncetain. He stumbled
rather than walked along, and hung
with all his weight to the reporters
arm /; but his independence grew as
his capacity for taking care Of him.
self diminished.
At the corner of a street two or
three blocks away from Grand ST., he
met the relief and saluted them with
yell. The men laughed, but the
roundsman took no notice of him, and
the squad passed on.
"Say, young Teller what dyer work
att?
"Pm a reporter.
The official dropped his arm and
seemed quite sobered by the Informal
ton.
"a reporter3' he gasped in horror.
Eyes, sir.
"The next thing | know you'll be
puttin' in in yer paper that
you met a drunken policeman on
post. Reporters be. any way.
Whv can't you leave the police alone,
eh?"
"The editors are responsible for all
that's said about the police, and if |
were YOU | would club the whole
crowd, from James Gordon Bennett
and Charles A. Dana downward"
"How did you find me? ?"
1.-The most perfect gentleman have
ever met"
On the next corner another patrol
man leaned against lamp post. Time
had slipped by and it was l 80
o'clock. the officers hat was over
bis ewes, and his club hung loosely in
his hand.
"Hallo, Mike!" saio the reporters
companion. clapping him on the shoul-
der. Mike woke up. tried 20 stretch
himself and nearly fell down. He
was evidently as drunk as his compan-
ion.
"Hallo!" he said.
i 'Hearsis a snoozer of a reporter.
Pm seein' him to the Grand st. cars.
"Repsrter ?" said Mike, grasping his
club tighter.
| I'm goin' to tell him all about the
Hook. an he's goin' to ill his paper up
with it."