Waterbury evening Democrat., 1889-02-08
SCENES IN THE POLICE PHOTOGRAPH
 ER'S STUDIO.

Desperate Men Who Refuse to Give tho Artist Quiet sitting-Thc Methods Adopted to Prevent Good Likeness
 from Being Secured.
 fessional criminal dreads being photo graphed for the rogues' gallery. He will resist sitting before the camera with every means ip his power, and nothing short of terrific beating will bring him to terms. Even this fails when the criminal has made up his mind not to be ''mugged," as it is quaintly. termed in the argot of this country.
 Instances have been known where five, and even more, officers have cndeavored to hold a refractory thief so that the photographer could secure successful likeness, and their efforts have failed through the constant struggling of the determined criminal. To meet this diff ficulty and surmount it some depart ments have arranged concealed cameras, so that photograph can be obtained of any one desired without tho knowledge of the latter. In this city this develop ment has not been attained, and the old process of taking the criminal through the streets to public gallery and photo graphing him in the ordinary way is in every day use.
 TWISTING HIS MUSTACHE. Three clever thieves successfully re- sisted all attempts to secure photographs of themselves by distorting their features when placed in the posing chair at kruS' s gallery.
 The first was Norris. the jewelry and dry goods thief who was captured in Miller Bros. store in the act of stealing a number of silk mutficrs. He wore a cunningly designed coat with huge pock- cts concealed in the skirts, in which he stored his plunder. After being arrested it was discovered that he was the same man who robbed Henry Teens. Coving- torf jeweler, of lot of diamonds. Dur ing the week he was sent to the gallery to be photographed. Seating himself placed the plate in tho camera.
 Then a sudden revolution took place in his features. With rapid motion he drew his mustache inside of his mouth, and, closing his eyes, screwed up his face.
 The detectives tried every possible means to make him assume a natural l expression, but he doggedly resisted all efforts in that direction. His mustache was forcibly pulled from between his teeth, and a few vigorous slaps admins tered upon his cheeks. These had no effect, however.
 Two days later the safe blowers, James Scribner and Frank Boyd, who were captured at Gerdes' hotel with a fine out fit of tools, were taken out of their cells at police headquarters, placed in patrol ! wagon and driven to the gallery. They 1 had no intimation of where they were being taken, nor did they ask. The pri- | vate entrance to the operating room lies | through a labyrinth of back yards and railways known only to the police. UNMOvED BY BLOWS. This was traversed, and tho two c1im- glass roofed room. Like lightning a look of disgust crept over their faces, and the tallest, Boyd, broke out pro- fanely: "What in h-l does this mean?' | Can't you see what it means?" answered the detective, as he pointed to the cam era. Drawing himself up the safe work CT rejoined: Well, if you think you are 1 going to get my face and send it all over | the country you're d--d badly mistaken. l won't stand it."
 | You sit down there," came the stern order as he was forced backward into the chair.
 "Tll sit down, but you don't get my picture. I'll stand 8 beating and you
 
 tered between his teeth.
 You'll get it if you don't sit still" re- piled tho detective.
 | Blaze away!' was tho response, as the subject closed his eyes and steadily refused to open them.
 During this episode the other subject sat in a corner of thc room under guard Of policeman, quitly smiling at the efforts of the officers to make his part ner tractable Once in q while q low chuckle indicated that he rather cnj joyetl the scene. After Scribner was done with he was marched away and Boyd | placed in his recently vacated seat. He made no remarks, but quietly awaited the preparing of the camera, even Eub, mitting to tho fixing of tho focus upon his face. But at the moment th2t tile plate holder clicked into his place his wrinkled, yellow face changed like magic.
 ''Smack!' came the detectives hand on his cheek, with the order, "Cpcr your eyes!''
 Without a moving of muscle the fellow hissed back request to go tc eternal perdition. The photographer waited silently with his finger on the camera cap, expecting the thief to be | come tired and then to catch him off his guard. But it was of no use, and the developed plate showed a hideous pict ure.-Cincinnati Enquirer.