But, pshaw, I can't write them up. I take them too seriously. "Logic is
logic, that's all I say."
The San Francisco Police
The San Francisco police are the handsomest and most-willing-to-flirt
policemen in the United States, if not in the world. What a surly lot,
the New York policemen. They treat one as though he were a blackguard
for merely asking some direction.
"What car shall I take for the New Jersey Central Ferry?" we ask.
"Zippity-ip," he snaps, moving off.
"What did you say?" we ask in timid desperation.
"Zippity-ip," he yells, shaking his fist at us.
But ask a San Francisco policeman the way and how different. He will
take your arm and smile down at you and even go away with you chatting
all the time - "Stranger here? Well, you'll never go back East again."
And somehow after that you never do.
Of course, the San Francisco police are many things beside being
handsome and willing to flirt. But these are important qualifications
which, up to this time, have never had their place in journalism. Ah,
many a Raleigh and Don Quixote in the roster of the S. F. police.
A policeman is all things to all people. What a policeman is depends
upon what we are. To those who are fast, either in reputation or
driving, he is a limb of the law to be either evaded or cajoled. To the
small boy he is a hero to aspire to become when grown.
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