The Lakeland evening telegram. (Lakeland, Fla.) 1911-1922, 1914-11-04
Observation-Disclosures
MULv|H|LL, THE COP
ey CLARENCE L. CULLEN.


biles and trucks lined ~ expectantiy
I on both sides, the traffic cop. before
giving the arm wave to the waiting
ones to come ahead, studied his hands
| as II he had never seen them before.
81 don't get It whether I'm a nut
or not" he said to me when ! slid
alongside of him on the little island
of safety" But every time ] git the
feel Of a young 'un's paw In my mitt
I feel like jumpin' post and racin
back to the dump where there's
snipe belongin' to me that I'm bugs to
git acquainted with. II ever ! git the
chanel"
1 Meaning" said l.
Mulvihill was a handsome. trig
young cop. with q good army record
behind him.
"Meanin'," replied Mulvihill. the cop.
that there's a imitation O. me up
! at the fiat that I'm goin' to git buddies
with and cultivate one O. these nights
when I'm not down for reserve jooty
and can make hull night In with the
/ frow and-his nibs."
Meaning again." said !, "a little
neighbor Of yours with the same mon
mixer and the same way OF looking
things over out Of his eyes?"
"A medal for you for the dome
work, bo.' said the cop. Eyes. Just
like that. But 1t doesn't stop at the
eyes. The snooper is there with the
same beak, the same cash in the lower
part of the map, the same hemp on top
Of the bean-all Of the stun that I'm
four-fushin' around with. Queer gag,
amt It? How dye figger 1t out?"
Il don't" replied, choosing safe
end of it. "But would you know the
piece of small change. Mulvihill. II
you were to meet him on the street,"
The cop grinned sheepishly.
"Quitcha kiddin'." he said depre-
catingly. Are you hep to that break
made before they made me traffic
peg, or what are youse tryin' to ease
into mel"
Never guilty. but give me a scena-
rio of the SKETCH" said.
"All right" the traffic cop replied
with a grin. I'll dish 1t over to
youse. But nix on the haw-haw stuff
when l finish. got enough O. that
noise already.
1T was when was on the One
Hundred and Twenty Fifth Street
trudge,' said the cop. There was
on'y two blocks to that beat, but If
you're talkin' In the old world to
But I'll tin that ramblin' thing. Lem
me git down to the giggle number"
YES" I advised. IT need happy
ending, and quick"
THAT beat" picked up Mulvihill,
covered two blocks of the liveliest
business that Say, you're hep to
1t that I stood up and had the bell,
book. and candle thing pulled or me
about this time last year, amt you ~
Meaning that you were married.
I helped him along. yes, l knew
that"
"Oh. you knew 1t, hey?" said the
cop. Well thatll help a little, but
not much. You knew. too, then, that
l was humpin' that northumberland
Twenty-Fifth-Street beat until las
month";"
Having stopped to talk there will
you every night. yes." replied. "Ant
the answer is-what?"
"Nothin'. just yet" replied the COP
I'll ease 1t to you In a minnit, an(
then you'll roll around on the pave
ment and dish me up more Of that hoo
stun than I'll be able to stand. TIL,
start is, then. that this 12-pound bogu,
OF me hoped along about three
months ago. All O. the wimmin folk
said he was a ringer for me. It lie
tened pretty good. but couldn't se
II.
This guy had no more hair thai
a new cucumber and he was that re,
that II l caught myself blushin' tina
away Id hep up right away that ape
piexy was givin' me q run for tn
wad, and get fixed out for a quic
cash-in. They told me 1t was all RICH
for new one to look red like that
but couldn't get used to 1t.
Back, now. to that post In tn
business district Of One Hundred an
Twenty-ffth street where, until the
switched me down here, l pounde
the flags every day and did the best
could to keep anybody from snitchir
on me-
There's big department store o
that beat where, when the wimmi
with babies kite along, they can chez
the kids and leave 'em in charge {
trained nurses while they pick up the
skirts to do a stampede on the bargai
counters.
That baby-checking department
where got in so Dutch that ever
time look at myself in the glass
want to put on pair of cheaters G
that ] won't know myself.
Il was passin' by that departmer
store one night about six weeks az
doin' the final brick pound befol
ringin meself into the station. whe
the Waterman Of the plant, a gink
knew, steps out Of the main entrant
holdin' bundle in his arms.
Look what got f'r youse,' sal