Jasper County Democrat, Volume 14, Number 81, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 20 January 1912 — COP BOUGHT PEACE [ARTICLE]

COP BOUGHT PEACE

DIPLOMACY THAT .ENDED INTER- ‘ NATIONAL DISPUTE. Battle Between Sightseeing and Excited Tara Ended by Policeman’s Intervention and the Presentation of a Dime; A sailor from a British ship stood in Broad street the other morning gazing at the towering buildings, the New York Sun says. Moved by the thoughts which arose In him he ret marked to the world at large: “We could stand off your bloomin’ 'Ook and smash these ’ere while we was tykin’ ’ea." A sailor from an American warship cruising without much seeming purpose overheard the remark, drew up alongside the speaker and said: "You couldn’t hit the whole state of New York if y4u had smooth water and all day to And your range." “Several people stopped; a policeman drew near. “Why not?’’ asked the Britisher. “Because of that,” responded the Yankee. . “That” was a well-directed blow which landed on the Briton's chin and which drew a.jcounter equally well aimed at the Yankee's chin. Neither was very swift, possibly because of a certain degree of fatigue noted in both sailors produced by over-indul-gence In sightseeing. r The policeman took each sailor by a shoulder, shoved one north and one south and said: “G’wan!" The sailors g’waned a little, but, moved by a common purpose, circled the officer and presently had exchanged blows again. The patient cop again separated and launched them In opposite directions, but now he kept an eye on their ’ movements. Seeing them, with an exhibition of his own degree of patience, ' again coming to close quarters he intervened. "See here,'' ladri," he said holding them apart, “you must g’wan." "I can knock-his block off,". the Yankee declared. “Hl’d be doin’ soine’nt w’lle 'e's doing that," declared the Briton. “You don’t want me to run you in,” the copper urged. “Go back to your ships.” < “I’d go, but I 'aven’t a tuppence in me trousers for the tube,” said the Briton. “And I haven’t a nickel in my jeans for carfare, neither,” the Yankee said. The copper sighed softly, produced i two nilckels and gave each sailor one. The tars locked arms and swung off , toward the Wall street underground station. ' i “I say, Jack, your bobbies are a proper sort,” remarked the Briton. “You bet your life they are,” responded the Yankee. i ■