San Antonio daily light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1886-1907, 1889-02-22

- where the New York policeman would be
at his best.
WAITING FOR "HoRDERs."
| remember once attending a political
meeting where Leonard Courtney was to
make an address Mr.. Courtney was a
Liberal who had not gone over with Gladstone
on the Irish question. Consequently he was
not loved by those who had followed Glad
stones lead. When Mr.. Courtney rose to
speak three men, who obviously had no other
object in view than to prevent him from
speaking, mounted form and at the top of
their lungs shouted, "Turncoatl Turncoatl
Turncoatr Mr.. Courtney could not contend
against their combined capacity for noise.
Uproar and confusion ensued But the three
obstructionists continued their shouting.
Standing near were a couple of policemen.
why don't you put those men outp /
asked one of them.
1--WE hain't got no borders to do it, sir" he
replied
"Why, a New York policeman would have
them out in jiffy."
MAY be, sir, but this is a free country,
sir, and hat political meeting heverybody
as right to hexpreSs is hopinion, sir"
And he looked at me after fashion which
indicated that in his judgment he had shown
the superiority of English institutions.
The upshot of the business was that after
awhile the majority of those present came to
the conclusion that patience had ceased to be
a virtue, so they rushed the obstructionists
out of the hall and hustled them down stairs
at the risk of breaking their necks or limbs.
And when they were out in the street the
policemen arrested them for disorderly COIL
duct
SOMETHING IN NAME.
The London policeman Is nicknamed by
the street urchins bobby" "Cheese it, the
cop!" exclaim New York gamins when inter
rupted by the approach of some minion OF
the law Look out, ere comes the bobby,
boys" is the language usually employed by
mischief making London street arabs when
a policeman looms up in their vicinity.
There is a difference in these greetings, and
the difference is in favor of the New York
cop" The cop is a much spryer individ-
ral than the bobby" as the name would
imply.
When the dynamite scare ragged in London
all the policemen were instructed to look out
for dynamite, but they were also directed
how to look out for it. l shall never forget
the ludicrous spectacle presented at the en-
trance to Westminster abbey one Saturday
afternoon in consequence of these orders.
Saturday is a great day for country folk to
visit the abbey, and every man, woman and
child among them who carried bundle that
afternoon was made to submit its contents to
the scrutiny of policeman before being
allowed to pass into the abbey. The spec
tacle of an officer of the law eXhuming greasy
packages of sandwiches, cake and pastry
from the recesses of the capacious basket Of
some thrifty farmers wife in order TO dis
cover if there was any dynamite there, was
very funny.
"You don't really expect TO find any dyna-
mite that way, do youP' asked one of them.
mo, sir" was the abashed reply, 81 don't;
but hits borders, sir, and we ias 20 hobey
them"
TIAnDITY AND INDECISroE.
Late one night was approaching Blnsk-
friar's bridge from the Surrey side A small
knot of people attracted my attention. A
drunken Irish soldier and woman vese "a
gagged in an alteration. He accused tho
woman of stealing his money, and when she
denied it he kicked her.
Come, now, move on, move en- sHd .
policeman in tones Of gentle exhortatica-
why in thunder don't you arrest Ne
brute2" asked the policeman.
well, / don't like to do that. He might
have some of his pals about and ! might res
hurt" the policeman replied
After some further exhortation The brute
was induced to move on, protesting, how
ever, that he could lick all creation, and
especially that portion of it that wore police
mems uniforms He had not gone far when
he fell foul of a companion, who was merely
trying to get him home, and kicked him and
belabored him numerically. Still the %
liceman merely exhorted him mil6iy ~
move on"
The feelings of costermonger at lepgsa
got the better of HIM and he exclaimed,
Blast my bleeding heyes, hif | don't ave @
90 at you myself. Put hup your dukes now"
The Irishman ran off at great rate, but it
was the coStermonger, and not the police
man, who had put him to rout-New York
Herald.
In the Streets of Toxic.