MANY SIDES OF
OUR MEN IN
The Many Sides of our Men in
Blue - Also known as Policemen are Just Human Beings
believe it or not, ARE human. They come in both sexes, but mostly
male. They also come in various sizes. This sometimes depends on whether
you are looking for one or trying to hide something. However, they are
Policemen are found everywhere, on land, on sea, in the air, on horses,
sometimes in your hair. In spite of the fact that you can't find one
you want one, they are usually there when it counts most! The best way
get one is to pick up the nearest phone.
Policemen deliver lectures, babies, and bad news. They are required to
the wisdom of Solomon, the disposition of a lamb and muscles of steel,
are often accused of having a heart to match. He is the one who rings
doorbell, swallows hard and announces the passing of a loved one, then
spends the rest of the day wondering why he took such a crummy job.
Policemen on television are oafs who couldn't find a bull fiddle inside
telephone booth. In real life he is expected to find a little blond boy,"about so high" in a crowd of a half million people. In fiction he gets
help from his private eyes, reporters, and "who-dun-it" fans. In real
mostly all he gets from the public is "I didn't see nuttin." When he
a summons, he is a monster; If he lets you go he is a "Doll." To little
he is either a friend or a boogey-man, depending on how the parents feel
Policemen work around the clock, split shifts, Sundays, and holidays,
always kills him when a joker says "Hey tomorrow is Election Day, I'm
let's go fishing." (That is the day he works 20 hours).
When a policeman is good he is a grafter, and that goes for the rest of
too. When he shoots a stick-up man he is a hero, except when the
man in only a kid "anybody coulda seen that."
Policemen have homes, some of them are covered with ivy, but most of
mortgages. If he drives a big car he's a chissler, a little car --- who
His credit is good - that is very helpful, because his salary isn't.
Policemen raise a lot of kids, mostly they belong to other people.
Policemen see more misery, bloodshed, trouble, and sunrises than the
person. Like the postman, policemen must be out in all kinds of weather.
His uniform changes with the climate, but his outlook on life remains
same, mostly a blank, but always hoping for a better world.
Policemen like days off, vacations and coffee. They don't like auto
family fights and anonymous letter writers. They have an Association,
they do not strike. They must be impartial, courteous, and always
the slogan "at your service." This is sometimes hard, especially when
character reminds him "I'm a taxpayer, I pay your salary."
Policemen get medals for saving lives, stopping runaway horses and
it out with bandits (once in a while his widow gets the medal.) But
sometimes the most rewarding moment comes when after some small kindness
a person, he feels the warm handclasp, looks into grateful eyes and
Thank you and God bless you.
The Many Sides of our Men in Blue