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Show I ' V i I 4 If. , ; ' , M "One of tlx Finest" Hcl:tcs a Feu InciJcats That Occurred in an Hour.. "The things a policeman runs up against." said a member of the local police force In a conversation with a friend yesterday, "are of the most surprising sur-prising character, sometimes. "There is seldom a 'dead', half hour when walking; a busy beat like Main street or 'the four corners,' for example. "We come In contact with all classes of human nature. Some examples are enough to make a man out of patience. Other specimens are pathetic, somean-ger somean-ger one, while others are merely rldlcu-lous. rldlcu-lous. "The tourist la about the biggest crank on earth, I guess. Woman TourUt'i Questions. "A few days ago a woman tourist with a long yellow veil and spectacles asked me where to go to reach a number num-ber on 'East North First street, south." I told her there was no such street and she became indignant. ' A friend had told her, and the friend should know, having lived here. . "This woman saw me later and told me of her own mistake. I wanted to buy her a box of candy for admitting that she was wrong. "A man ran up to me the other day, breathless and excited. " 'S-a-st, .this guinea saya. . I held my ear down to him and bellowed out. What'e the matter?' Said He Wu Touched. " " 'Someone's touched me. I had $8.85 in my wallet and ifa gone.' " 'Did you look In your other pock-eta? pock-eta? ....... "Sure, see.' he said as he began to turn 'em inside out. 'Oh. here Jt Is.' the guinea aald as he dived Into an inner pocket. 'Let'a have a drink.' But. I was in uniform and didn't get the drink. Oot a couple of good cigars, though. He waa a tourist. tour-ist. "About the funniest experience I've had for a long time was that of yesterday yes-terday afternoon. "I waa handling the crowd and had got the corner cleared and waa watching watch-ing the crowd when a woman, apparently appar-ently about 45 years .old, approached me. , Woman "Waa Fluttered. "She had on a travel-stained suit, protected by a long linen duster, and one of those ten-foot yellow veils, like the fellow pinned to the car seat In a 1 story I read In The Telegram the other day. "I could see the woman was 'flustered.' 'flus-tered.' ' ' " 'Officer,' she gasped. 'I'm lost' , " 'Awful,' I said. 'Lost In this great city? How did it happen?' " 'Well, you see," she says to me, I Just went out for a walk and these North East West South streets confused con-fused me. Then I became frightened when the true horror of my situation burst upon me.' I Where Danger Lurks. " 'What was there so horrible about It?' I asked her, thinking maybe there might be something wrong somewhere. " 'The horror was, said my lady who came from Boston, 'that I was lost in the Mormon capital. How do I know what dangers I am in?' "I had all I could do to pacify her. She had forgotten the name of her rooming-house and I named over forty-five forty-five before I struck hers. "Then I walked toward her lodgings and assured her that she could feel safe because no one would steal her. Just as we reached her place she asked me If I knew any genuine Mormons. " 'Yes.' I said. 'I .know one who has been on a mission." . , " 'O, how I wish 1 could see him, she said. "'Are you sure you wouldn't " be afraid?' I asked her. " 'Not with you here.' she said. " 'Well, I'm the one I referred to,' I said. "The woman nearly fainted. "Of course it Isn't all sunshine when you're walking a beat, but sometimes an amusing thing will occur to make a fellow chuckle for a week." |