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Show "I REMEMBER" sythi old timers From Miss Florence Brandstet-ter, Brandstet-ter, Cincinnati, Ohio: I remember a night many years ago when I was a little girl. Our living quarters quar-ters were on the second floor over the Dry Goods Store. We were all asleep when a terrible ter-rible banging and shouting woke me. Dad was already pulling on his trousers and getting into his shoes. He went to the head of the stairs. There at the foot of the stairs stood a policeman, banging on the bannister with his night stick and shouting, "Hey, up there, come down here." Dad rushed down and I followed. The policeman explained that he was passing on his regular round trying try-ing all the doors as usual when he found our door unlocked. He made Dad examine the stock to see if anything was missing. Everything was accounted for and undisturbed, so the policeman just gave Dad a stern warning about being sure the door was properly locked and left. After a few minutes the lights were turned off and Dad came upstairs. It has never happened again. He is eighty-five now and in the fifty years since that time he has never gone to bed or left the house without going back and testing any door which he or any of us has locked. (Send contributions to this column to The Old Timer, Community Presi Service. Box SU, Frankfort, Kentucky.) |