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SUNDAY NEWS, JULY 29, 1956 Judge's 'traffic game' isn't always fun; how New York's Finest got to be coppers; robbers offer gals kisses and costuming It'a getting cheaper and cheaper to trael bv air. Andrea (iareis, for instance, look a flight for $9.90. Hut before you Morm the ticket offices, read what happened to him. (iareis, 0, was in New York on business and derided he'd like to fly home Krime turned to kisses and kilts last week. First, Pamela Smith, of 105 Bank entered her hallway at 2 A.

M. to be confronted by a man with a gun. He grabbed $103 from her. This done, he ordered her to accompany him. to the roof of the five-story building.

There, HOVIttNl.il MKN who like to play with their mall nons" electric trains should have lots of fun appearing fore Magistrate Walter J. Bayer in Vehicle Accident Court. If they're ticketed for pausing through a red light, Bayer will let them -1 it with diagram, toy cars and a rule spinning wheel with green and red beams indi- tiling signal lights. It really isn't play, of course. The judge thought up I tit' gimmick to cut the, trial time wasted in light rases.

lie had found that a good deal of tim' was ppetif. in court on discus-Linn wuaHS Thi 4 MAmjC CAT-IE AH. 4JJ OW A HOLDUP Mt OW A HOLDU 5" 50 jjX i 4W: 7 ir 1 i St to I'rov iili ni K.I. It would be his first flight anil it should be mighty interesting. It certainly was.

He boarded a plane at I.aCunrdia and settled back to enjoy himself. Some four hours later "a little long," he thouuht. for the 160-mile trip the plane landed. He got olf and peered around him. The scenery, somehow, didn't look right for 1'rotidenre.

Jt certainly wasn't. (iareis had boarded the wrong plane a non-stop flight to lint Eastern Airlines was most understanding. They flew him hack to Providence after letting him stop over in Miami at the line's expense. The famous inscription on the Eighth Ave. facade of the New York Post Office has often been attributed to Herodotus, a Greek historian dating back about 2,300 years ago, but now the Post Office people say that actually someone did a rewrite job on him.

According to a new memorandum for tourists issued by the city's postmaster, the rewrite man was the late William Mitchell Kendall, senior architect for Mc-Kim, Mead White, who designed the post office building opposite Pennsylvania Station before World War I. Kendall, a pretty good Greek and Latin scholar, got the idea for the inscription while reading Herodotus in Greek. Thinking maybe his translation wasn't too good, he studied all available English translations of the passage, but decided they weren't exactly right, either. He got in touch with Prof. George Herbert Palmer of Harvard, of which Kendall was an alumnus, and asked him to take a shot at it.

The professor reported back that the passage ran thus: "N'o snow, nor rain, day's heat, nor gloom hinders their speedily going on their appointed rounds." The passage, by the way, referred, not to letter carriers, but to Persian couriers ho did messenger boy during the Persian-Greek wars. Kendall read the prof's translation and frowned. It might have been pure Herodotus, but it was pretty sloppy pros. Cicero had termed Herodotus' "copious and polished" and Quintilian had raved over it as "sweet, pure and flowing," but for all that Kendall decided to see if he could make it a bit sweeter. After several nights' work, he came up with the following: "Neither nor rain, nor heat, nor gloom of night stays these couriers from the swift completion of their appointed rounds." The post office people read Kepdall's jazzed-up version, liked it and had it carved in stone.

Every time Kendall passed the post office and read it, he got a ig kick, the thrill of authorship. But he didn't get credit for his part in refashioning the quotation until 15 years after bis death. a he stuck his gun in his belt, grabbed and tried to kiss her. She struggled, got her hand on the gun, flung it off the roof and screamed. The lovestruck stick-up man scrammed down a fire escape; he didn't even stop to pick up Ihe gun.

The following morning, at 4 o'clock, Florence Thompson, 38, of 242 E. 80th was just about to enter her apartment hen a man seized her purse, containing $12.80. He was the weirdest-looking purse-snatcher in the history of the New York cops. He wore plaid kilts, a matching tam-o'-shanter, white shirt with black tie and a pair of long white hose. He raced out of the building and disappeared.

Florence, more amazed than frightened, had to pinch herself to make sure she hadn't dreamt it. -6-' JVIaiMrate flayer demonstrates use of hi traffic diagram. about what corner a defendant, was at and whether the lights were in hi favor ir not. Petermined to reduce the chatter, Bayer had an artixt draw, a diagram 15 Iy 10 inches showing several intersections and equipped with the spinning wheel, Then he Kent for a supply of toy auto two-tone convertibles, two small Iritekn anil, to heighten the realism, a city police far, Now, when a signal light rase comes ttp, the defendant is called to the bench, where the chart i placed. With it, he earl upeeiiily ahow whether lie was at the northcat corner or the southwest.

And if he gives (he old, old excuse that the light was changing junt lis he went thiough, he call lisp the spinning wheel to tlemonxtrate what happened. Magistrate Bayer said he was leaving the diagram and two cars in the courtroom for the other magistrate, if riey eared to use them. However, he added. If I hey wanted extra autos, they'd have to buy them. A few months ago, James McBride, an auto mechanic living at 1878 Brown Brooklyn, was walking his boxer, Happy, when he decided to drop into a barroom and wet his whistle with a lager.

He took Happy along. As he was quaffing his glass, Happy, riose quivering, sat up and gazed pleadingly at the glass. McBride, amused, poured some beer in Happy's direction and Happy promptly opened his big jaws wide and swallowed and swallowed. From that time on, Happy simply had to have his beer. Odd thing about it, he Now that summer's got the sidewalks of New York steaming, the coppers have that casual look.

They're eschewing ties and wearing their shirts open at the throat. They are even wearing short sleeves but they mustn't let their underwear show. i Kelaxation of the rules governing uniforms was announced by Police Commissioner Stephen P. Kennedy. The announcement was greeted with hurrahs by the forte and with sympathetic under standing by moxt citizens, but there were a few Krumhlers who regarded the move as a lowering of dipnity and a decay of discipline.

They should have been around a little over a century ao. New York policemen ore no uniforms then; they went to work in their civvies, usually the Clammiest in their wardrobes. Finally, 112 years ago, Mayor James Harper suggested that the boys wear urn-firms. The hoys didn't like it a bit. They held a series of protest meetings at which they made it clear they were "free Americanswe're not going to be liveried lackeys!" After a while, they compromised and agreed to wear badges, star-shaped and made of copper.

That, bv the way, is where we get the term "copper" and its abbreviation, "cop." In James W. Gerard, a lawyer who had long battled to have the coppers go around in uniform, flramatized his crusade by going to a fancy dress ball togged out as a London bobby. The uniform was made to order. Kveritually that uniform was decreed for the New York police. The regulation blue jacket started off with black buttons, finally wound up with brass.

Blue and brass look fine, but on a hot day a man likes a little air-conditioning around the neckline. Sometimes there are a lot of big spenders at Coney Island. Sometimes too big. Take the afternoon Patrolman Frank G. Amrich of the Coney Island precinct was watching the crowd go by at W.

10th St. and Surf Ave. Three couples teenagers where having a high old time. Ah, spirited youth. Then Amrich took another look.

He saw: One boy order a round of hot dogs costing $1.20, pay with a $5 bill and wave away the change. A second boy pull out a thick wad of greenbacks and pay for a series of snapshots with a $50 bill. Then the first boy pay for a round of cokes with a $20 bill. There was more here, obviously, than met the eye. Amrich started asking questions.

Fifteen minutes later he had some mighty surprising answers and whisked some mi'ght surprised kids off to the. Coney Island station. There, police said, the big spenders, Miguel Soto, 16, of 413 W. 31st and Charles White, 16, of 523 W. 49th admitted having stolen $1,600 from the butcher shop of Daniel Buehbaum at 729 Ninth Ave.

Soho and White were booked on burglary charges. The other four who didn't know anything about the burglary were sent home after a fast day at Coney. A couple of radio cops, cruising' around secluded area of Itrooklyn, saw a couplo men leaning against a parked car at l.oring Ave, and Klderts Lane. The men looked very tired. They were breathing bard and wiping their perspiring fore-beads with handkerchiefs.

"They look like they've been working on somet hing," saifl I'atrolnriHn Willi, irn Chiittnmn to 1'atrolnian I.eroy Lesson. "Yeah," naid Iesson. "That safe." There was a large nafe standing right beside the men. The rop drove over am! looked the'thing over and found it locked. They tjuestioneil the two men.

The two acted like they'd never seen the safe before. They knew absolutely nothing about It, they insisted. "You're under arrest," said fhuttman, convinced that the two had stolen it from another section of Brooklyn and brought It to an isolated spot to open it. talk business," one of the men aid. "There's fMM) in it for you if you II forget what you saw," llt wasn't kidding.

He produced a large roll of greenbacks and counted them f-Mfi. Ills friend produced $145. Hut the cops said nothing doing. "Take thin now," one suspect reportedly said, "and we'll meet you hei tomorrow with another $500." Instead, the cop Jucd $1,000 good-by nl took the pair to the Miller Ave. ta-tlon, whtre they identified themselves a Klroy Thompson, 22, of 600 E.

Ib7th Hronx. got some green paint on his gray trousers and got himself arrested. I lie cops tucked him nr. AlHiia nmi Faile Sts monx, tnrte days atter a holdup dp. eoi'MAsiorpv 7 SPINACH 1 '-fl James McBride pours one for his dog, Happy.

doesn't like beer served at home in a bowl or dish. He likes it at the bar and he likes it poured right out of a glass. He snags flowing beer as easily as Duke Snider "snags flies. If McBride isn't around to take Happy to the saloon, Happy goes there by his lonesome. There's always a customer ready to stand treat, just for the fun of seeing Happy jruzzle suds.

McBride makes sure Happy's intake is moderate and so do the bar patrons who occasionally buy him a glass. "After all," says McBride, "we don't want him to become a lush. So far, whenever he leaves the bar, he always manages to walk a straight The girl dogs in the neighborhood like beer, too; at any rate, they like the smell of it. Because before Happy started swilling the stuff, they didn't give him a tumble. Now they're all chasing him.

The New York Public Library lias jutt completed transfer of it public catalog from 6,400 old-fashioned file trays to 9,000 new streamlined ones. It took 10 person working four hour daily for two weeks to do the -job. Transfer of the tremendous 61 -year-old collection of book title and author names, one of the biggest in the world, was ordered to provide more room for the ever-swelling catalog, which increase by 150,000 card every year. Only other time the catalog was shifted around was in 1933. One person bandied it in year and a half.

ihoma latulra, HtJ. a truckman, and yjneent Ititurci, 27, a bakery helper, both it Itrooklyn. They were booked on char ires If burglary and possession of burglar's a paint store at 1163 Boston Koad. Bronx. Police saIll Thompson bit the proprietor, Nathan tioldman, (i the head with a can of paint and in the process got b.s trousers mussed up.

Abo, the cops, aid, Jhompson stole $15. joifl Tounn ine car. meantime, oeiec- Jvrx launched an invextigation to find out her the aafe came from..