The Shopping Bag

Twenty-five three things are doing waters. What do you mean you hit a woman with a car? Where is it? well Was he hurt How bad is he hurt? It is a driver to laugh you are by transcription in the muster room of the twenty-first precinct the nurse knows 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 tell them I'm sending the ambulance right over there. Yeah right away. And to most of it. They'll be there too. Okay. Twenty-first precinct is just lines on the map of the city of New York. Most of the 173,000

people wagged into the nine tenths of the square mile between Fifth Avenue and the East River wouldn't know if you asked them that they lived or worked in the twenty-first. Whether they know it or not the security of their homes their persons and their property is the job of the men of the 21st Precinct.

The 21st, 160 but 12 and 11th Sergeant Paul Lieutenant of whom I'm the boss. My name is Cronin Vincent P. Cronin. I'm Captain in Command of the 21st Precinct. I was doing day duty, 8 a.m. to 6 p.m.

At two minutes to eight Sergeant Waters on T.S. Ranging to my office and told me the eight to four platoon was ready to turn out. I got up from behind my desk and walked out the office and crossed the muster room.

Lieutenant Gorman, the desk officer, pressed the button at rang a bell in the back room. And the 47 men would patrol the streets of the precinct for the next eight hours, marched out in the military manner and formed ranks in front of the desk.