The Sisseton weekly standard. (Sisseton, Roberts County, S.D.) 1892-1929, 1907-05-24
The BIGGEST POLICEMAN.
He Is Said to 10 Philadelphia Cap
Malin.

Malin.
Philadelphia has cause for civic pride
in the possession of the biggest and
strongest guardian of the public peace
in the country ~over-Police Captain Ed
ward w. Malin of the Second division,
says the Philadelphia Press. There may
be heavier ears of the blue uniform,
but mere avoirdupois is not a 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
ponder looks small enough to be cox
swain of a university crew.
The labor OF growing heavenward so
t'- %:Aendously has not taxed his brain
Cd 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
al Essen. AS for a hearty slap on the
back, a 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 Goth of ne1 Oc-
tober and has passed through the sew
eral grades of duty from that Of a
sub patrolman to the responsible po-
silion 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 it goes without saying that Capt.
Malin has had a comparatively peace
fnl 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 a 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. az
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 tho
door that led into the cellroom. Capt.
Malin was alone and was trying to
read a newspaper. In n Of the cells
a man with a many horse-powered
voice was shouting abound his yearnina
to get out and whip anything with
brass buttons on it,"
You got me in here when was
drunk and helpless. Now I'm sober
and can eat up any two coppers in
the precinct Only give me a show al
them"
Lieut.. Malin was patient until he
deemed patience was a drug in the
market. The bellicose 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 mis- 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-I-thought L"
Hadn't you better go back and keer
quiet?"
Yes, sir; yes. sir. Don't hit me
please" and the war was averted b.
arbitration.
Capt. Malin was born and raised
on a farm near Gradyville. in Delawar,
county. He worked out of door.
through his boyhood and didn't know
what a cigarette was. Lots OF work
sleep, fresh air, and healthful foot
made a mar of him and gave him I
famous start in life.