The pioneer express. [volume] (Pembina, Dakota [N.D.]) 1883-1928, 1907-05-24
THE BIGGEST POLICEMAN.

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He 10 Said to he Philadslphia's Capt
s Malin.
Philadelphia has cause for civic pride
in the possession Of the biggest and
strongest guardian of the public peace
inthe country over-Police Captain Ed
ward w. Malin Of the Second division,
says the Philadelphia, Press. There may
be heavier wearers Of the blue uniform,
but mere avoirdupois is not thing to
be proud of.
Capt. Malin measures in height 6 feet
6A inches. His weight is 200 pounds,
which makes him splendidly proper
toned. Beside him the 6-foot 200
FOUNDER looks small enough. to be cox
swain of university crew.
The labor of growing heavenward so
tremendously has not taxed his brain
and vitality, for Capt. Malin is strong
and hardy, and when he shakes your
hand warmly you think Of the great
steam hammer in the Krupp gun works
at Essen. AS for a hearty slap on the
back, timid man would prefer a tap
from a trolley car.
Capt. Malin will have been connected
with the police force of Philadelphia
nineteen years on the 26th of next Oc-
tober and has passed through the sew
eral grades of duty from that of a
Sub" patrolman to the responsible po-
sition of one of the five captaincies of
the Philadelphia police department.
from Sub" to regular patrolman, to
sergeant, to lieutenant, and to captain.
His record has been an honorable one,
and 1t goes without saying that Capt.
Malin has had comparatively peace
full career, although he has always been
courageous and faithful to duty. But
the most reckless lawbreaker or a syn
dictate of him would we'll hesitate to
mix up in personal encounter with a
giant who would be more than likely
to tuck the company under his arms
and save the patrol wagon the trouble
Of carrying the victims of misguided
confidence to the station.
He has been injured more than once
in the performance of his duty, but, as
the small boy said after the fight, "You
ought to have seen the other chap"
1t is told of the big captain that when
acting as lieutenant in the old police
headquarters at Fifth and Chestnut
streets, he was one day sitting by the
door that led into the cellroom. Capt.
Malin was alone and was trying to
read newspaper. In one of the cells
man with many horse-powered
voice was shouting abound his yearning
to get out and whip anything with
brass buttons on it,
You got me in here when I was
drunk and helpless. Now I'm sober
and can eat up any two coppers in
the precinct. Only give me a show at
them"
Lieut.. Malin was patient until he
deemed patience was a drug in the
market. The belhcose prisoner was
spelling for blood. Nothing else would
quiet him. The lieutenant sent for the
jailer and told him to open the cell
door, and as the hinge grated the fight
er flew into the roll-call room with an
incandescent glow in his eyes. The
lieutenant slowly rose from his chair
until he was looking down at the pris-
oner far below. He said gently:
Were You looking for something's"
"I-I-1-thought /"
Hadn't you better go back and keep
quiet?"
Eyes, sir; yes. sir. Don't hit me,
please" and the war was averted by
arbitration.
Capt. Malin was born and raised"
on farm near Gradyville. in Delaware
county. He worked out of doors
through his boyhood and didn't know
what cigarette was. Lots of work,
sleep, fresh air. and healthful food
made a man of him and gave him a
| famous start in life.