The labor world. [volume] (Duluth, Minn.) 1896-current, 1908-09-12
, Copyright 1908 by Thomas B. Mckee.


signed to the West Sixty-eighth Street
station. His detail took in Sxty-hrst and Sixty
Second Streets, between Amsterdam and West End
Avenues. There are worse beats in the city but not
many.
Finertys beat was in the heart Of San Juan HILL
that sharp declivty running from Columbus Avenue
to the Hudson River and extending from Fifty
ninth Street to Sixty-hfth. When the Irish 1nhab-
tied the district it was called Skinnersville but
when the negroes drove the former out in their
march northward the name changed to Niger
Hill. Then came race riots and it's present his
toric title.
1t is recognized fact in San Juan Hill that the
negative coors black and white, do not blend we'll
and never will. At all events the district is known
in police circles as dangerous" good place for
a peaceful citizen to forget.
The police commissioner knew his business and
Captain Hogan his duty when Finerty was assigned
his beat Finerty was only raw hand, but he was
far from being boy. God has seldom made such
a man. Six feet four he stood in the buff and
moved the scales at 220 pounds. You could not
have pinched thumbful of fat on an of
those pounds. Forty-eight inches would not span
his chest but the official measurer Tapped his mid
die with thirty-inch line. Finerty was built for
trouble.
The first day he stripped to the waist upstairs
in the domitories to wash, he caused great deal
of discussion and little bad feeling. Plimmer
sitting on cot, bulls wool sock with the usual
hole in the toe, in his hand. Plimmer the
minimum height and weight exhibit of the force
tight-faced, acld-tongued cockney, "the top spit
of Whitechapel," he himself said with great vu-
garity and pride. He was former welter-weight
champion of the Metropolitan police London. De-
spite his birth he good man, ard his fellow
patrolmen did not hold his accent against him,
though it villainous as his face, for Pl1m-
mer could hit like the kick of seige gun and run
like Filipino general AS rule he was not en-
thusastic, but when he saw Fnerty's naked should
ers and chest, eloquence caught him by the throat
my eye!" he exclaimed, exctedly wiping his
face with the bulls wool SOCK "Blime me, If g
amt tremendous. e looks like Ceopatra's Nee
die. Wot bloomin' 'eavy ed make. Ere, let
feel O your arm He sprang OF the cot and
laid experienced fingers on Finertys huge BIZ
ceps At the command, Finerty grudgingy hexed
his muscles. He did not look gracious.
coz amt musclebound" cried Plimmer, as if
his mother-in-law had died unexpectedly. "S'elp
me what show he'll make of the records at Sui
GERS Park next month. 'E's the very
wants.
"Yeh,' nodded Craig spprovingly. AT tn ham,
mer an tn tifty-six pound weight He'll fill
long empty hole. We never had good
enough f'r them"
Il threw the weight Twenty-Five feet three and
,ne-half inches, yes" reminded Handsome
Schmidt from his corner. 1T vas last year,.
'TIo yuss and in bloomin' third
scored Plimmer. I'VE remember. But 'ere,'' and
he tapped Ffnerty's wide chest, 1--WE ave the gen.
oone article If this precinct don't win the cham
pionship may die bloom Dutchman!" and he
looked at Schmidt
Finerty spoke for the first time. His eyes were
the floor.
I'm goin' in no games he said doggedly.
Plimmer's eyes opened and his mouth shut. The
stared. "No trainin' an no records f'r mine.'
finished Finerty heavily.
Craig the first to recover. Eyer th' fttest
man, he said soury. II thing yer oughter f'r the
honor of tn house It amt fair to have such a
build an give the go-by. On M sacred Sam it
ain't."
ION me bloomin' sacred Sam 1t ain't," improved
Plimmer. "Wot ave you got against it? That's
no way to do. Amt you got no sportin' blood?
Are you goin' to see your precinct licked by LOT
of tykes?"
J. No, fr won't be at no games," said Finerty
sullenly. His voice was determined
my eye." was all Plmmer could find to say
The rest of the men dsgustedly read the decision
In FinertY's sullen face : Plimmer was nio,,al,