Show I Appreciation of L Police Station Cockroach There arc few persons who think that a cockroach serves any an good purpose In this world where nearly every cvet one cher a bug bul bu of some orne kind or other And so the cockroach has lias to suffer It seems to be the th fato tato of the cockroach In this world to t live In order to be killed The Mortality among cockroaches In Salt Lake Lak Is 18 appalling when reduced to cold statis tics especially at police headquarters where a numerous colony la 18 I engaged In Inthe the hazardous task of trying to live out the full allotment of or their days It is I considered bad form at police head headquarters headquarters ij quarters to grot grov gr o sentimental over the death of at a cockroach but when a ser sen service ice fe Is done whether It be by a cock roach or a b some word should be given to tile the world that the world may judge its merit It was 20 a m Police headquarters was as quiet as an empty morgue The desk sergeant as he sat before the tele telephone t telephone le phone grew gre sleepy sleep Not a drunk had been brought In since the morning before not a reporter had sauntered In to ask If it anything was doln doin All Alt the world was still as far tar as the cus custodian custodian of or the blotter was concerned His arms dropped on the desk In front of or the telephone He tried to keep awake but bad had him in his clutches It was only a question of o a few tew minutes and he was fast tast asleep A few tew seconds more and his snoring broke the stillness A lonely cockroach ventured out from under the Inkwell Inkell on the desk surveyed Bune ed edthe the scene found a R cave before him which he never remembered seeing before and entered In a moment all grew dark The cock cockroach cockroach cockroach roach found himself half way up the sleeve of the slumbering sergeant He paused paUS d to feel teet around him and was star startled tied by hearing the telephone bell ring in the distance After a while it stopped and the cockroach continued on his jour journey journe journey ney ne He had gone but a few tew steps when he heard It again He became frightened and turned around to go back When hen he was near the mouth of the cave he tripped and fell tell over a wart on the desk ser sergeants sergeants sergeants wrist There was an earthquake and the tho telephone bell rang again The desk sergeant had waked up He Ho grabbed the receiver and muttered a sleepy Hello An officer was reporting off When he ha had hung up tip the receiver he looked for tor the cockroach which was now scampering off oft In the direction of his home under the inkwell Darn Dam you youl ou exclaimed the sergeant RB IU he extinguished the poor cockroach a alife life with the dull end of or a lead pencil Perhaps the relatives and friends ot of the deceased cockroach will never hear of ot othow how his life lire was given gien up for tor the good goodof goodof of ot the police pollee department perhaps they wont even oven miss him bin hl But then nobody else appreciates a cockroach AV Why Vh hy should there be bc mourning under the inkwell Ink Theres plenty plent more Just as good as he who could well be spared |