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...Have you been sworn in as Police Commissioner?" "No, I have not." "Will you be here tomorrow?" "Yes." He hurried down the stairs with a policeman chasing him. In the street the policeman caught up: "Mr. Commissioner, won't you use your Department car?" "No." He hurried to a taxi cab. "I'm waiting for another fare," said the driver. A detective whispered to him, "That's the new Police Commissioner." The driver changed his mind; off went the cab with Mr. McLaughlin...
...great crowd rose in pandemonium, for it was a fact patent to all that if burly Berlenbach ("the Astoria Assassin") did not get up shortly, Delaney would be the light-heavyweight champion of the world. For a moment everybody began to feel sorry for the prone ex-taxi-driver, one of the most unpopular plug-uglies that has ever held a world's title, but yet an individual that few people have had the opportunity to feel sorry for. It is true that his face is the face of an assassin, true that his style of fighting...
Last night a taxi turned over beside the Lampoon Building. People living near the corner express the belief that not less than one accident a day is the average. On Sunday as many as four or five automobile mishaps are common, it is stated...
...pass through the door, keeps out the trashy ones, lets in the hungry ones, bows to the haughty ones, spreads his smile. Last week, while he stood displaying his buttons, a taxicab snarled down the street and stopped before him. Doorman Johnson helped two people out, waited for the taxi to move along. Its driver, one Edward Cohen, seemed inclined to loiter, to dawdle. "Hump yo'self, Jew boy," said Doorman Johnson...
...little grey-haired widow, Mrs. Bessie Ellinger, Janitress of three Manhattan tenements, heard loud cries in one of her hallways, rushed in to find a quivering taxi-driver being beaten by three bandits. Moved by the wretch's groans, she fell upon his attackers from behind. They fled to the empty cab but Bessie Ellinger leaped on the running board. Holding on with her arm through the window of the cab door while the knaves pounded her hand and twisted her fingers to make her let go, she drew a police whistle from her apron pocket and blew...