The Day

between Fifth Avenue and the U.S. and the May lived a worse weather than it was in the Northrop of the men of the 21st Precinct. The 21st, 160 patrolmen, 11 sergeants and four lieutenants of whom I am the boss.

My name is Connelly, Frank Connelly. I am Captain in command of the 21st. I was working my day tour, 8 a.m. to 6 p.m. I had reported for duty at 7.40, signed the blotter and changed to my uniform in time to turn up the platoon which would patrol the precinct until 4 p.m.

I have been assigned reports and communications which have accumulated since I was last on duty. I began the quarterly inspection of the entire station house as required by Rule and Regulation 24. In the company, Patrolman Fallon, the clerical man, and Patrolman Bailey, the attendant, I started on the third floor when the officers of the Civil Defense Patrolman, the Youth Patrolman,

and the old records are located. We then proceeded to the second floor in the 21st Detective Squad office and the police and cack inspector. Then to the first floor and the 124 room, at 35 AM we finished up in the locker rooms in the basement.

Completely did I gain instructions to patrolman Fallon in regard to preparation for the report. I walked out into the master room, what else was on telephone switch? I'll ask for some. Yes, can I do for you, Father?

Well, you might be able to help me. You might see him, please. By anything else, the size of three ladies and the delicate test. That's all there was, I swear to you. My word of fun before Deputy Inspectors are made