The Red Tiger

Twenty-five three feet, Sergeant Waters. Oh? What happened? You fell off a truck? Yeah? Yeah? How old are boys? Now, wait a minute. You are in the much the room at the twenty-first precinct, the nerve center.

A call is coming through. You will follow the action taken pursuant to that call from this minute until the final report is written in the one twenty-four room at the twenty-first precinct. All right. You just tell him I'm sending the officers right over there.

Yeah, and the ambulance. That's right. This is and their property is the job of the men of the 21st Precinct. The 21st, 160 patrolman, 11 Sergeant, and four Lieutenant's of who mined the boss.

My name is Connelly. Frank Connelly. I'm Captain in command of the 21st. It was working my day tour 8am to 6pm. It was a bright, warm Sunday morning and after I turned out to platoon at 8, The second car number four came by the house for me, and I went on for control of the precinct.

We had driven up town on part for the boundary of the 21st and started downtown on 5th when the number of our car was broadcast with instructions to call the station house. The Coleman Farrell stopped the car at the nearest call box and I rang in.

The desk officer, Lieutenant Gorman, told me that the Coleman Patrick E's tail had been injured taking boys out of a condemned tenement building on first-hour yet then taken to build you up to the man because of the possibility of quickly with a or disability retirement in such cases a company of the world applied to make a detailed investigation to determine if