
Pennell, Joseph, 1857-1926 · 1919
"Arch upon arch and tower upon tower it piles up as fine as anything abroad, and as I drew the only fool cop I ever met said, “Now, youse get out, or I’ll lock yer up—’’ I went a few feet —instead of for him rather than be hauled before my friend the Judge—how Philadelphia would have doted over it. In New York the Police know me and say 'Well, Cap, what’s we going to do this mawnin.'" J[oseph] P[ennell].
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