A COP.'S CHAMPION.

NZ Truth, Issue 143, 14 March 1908, Page 5

A COP.'S CHAMPION.

THE UNSAVORY SCRAWL OF

A NIGHTMAN.

An Opportunity That Was

Missed.

A Savage Skunks Blood-Thirsty

Threat.

It is common property that there has been a Police Enquiry at Gisborne and it is notorious that the Poverty Bay town where Captain Cook landed doesn't Rive a constitutional cuss what happens ; so long; as policemen like brutal bobby Jack IrWin are restrained from committing such a cowardly assault as the one Which Irwin was recently convicted by Magistrate Barton of. It is further known that the said Irwin has been under suspension for more than that assault, and it was fondl- hoped that -he would be dismissed without ceremony from a force that unfortunately contains numerous bullies, pimps and spies generally a hope that has hem realised. It was m accordance with its policy of love and charity and . humanity and all virtues that this paper before and after Irwin's appearance before the Gisborne Magistrate indulged m a few words of reproof of the sanguinary Irwin, and said what it thought of him and his brutal behavipur, which we were very glad to note were emphasised by Magistrate Barton when he • CONVICTED THE UNIFORMED RUFFIAN. Having done by Irwin as Irwin deserves to have been done by, 'this paper doesn't with malice aforethought Or with any vengeful spirit j pursue any individual who is down,' and it would have rested content m the consciousness of having performed its duty to the public who need protection from brutal policemen, and would, therefore, leave Irwin to whatever fate has m store for him. That kind intention, is frustrated by " the receipt by the Editor of this paper of an anonymous', yet savage, threat from Gisborne. which is m big- print, recalling the Dickensonian character, who could not write but could print fine, but who. nevertheless is an ignorant brute who should for pity's sake, attend a night school. indeed, without eivinir offence to a body of very necessary individuals, i.e., "The Pilgrims of the Night, "'this keen-smelling organ wishes to observe that it detects from the flavor of the "billetdoux" the handiwork of the nightman, or one whose caligiraphic abilities entitle him to rank as chief panhandler. Anyhow, to give this latest Gisborne jolt a go, we print m all its glory, the POT AND PAN VALIANT VITUPERATIONS of Irwin's champion champion. Gisborne 22/2/08. Editor What a rotton skunk you are to tramp on Jack Ervin when he is down pimps like you want kicking if you ever come to Gisborne I will kick you from end of the town to the other. I often wonder why vesman like you are let live thank God this town is free from bludgers like you you have not the manhood of a .Chow or you would run your paper on better lines hell will never be full till a rotton sod * like „ you are roasting thare I would like to paint you with tar : and light you dirty low. hog of . hogs I feel like kicking your guts m- , I As a rule anonymous correspon- j dents are treated by this' paper with very great disrespect, a disrespect that is capable ot bearing the interpretation of a contempt greater than Tommy Taylor's hatred of purge.; Again, the anonymous - coward too often; wants to stab someone m the bask.' an action this paper will never be guilty of doing. Anyhow, for the assertion that we tramped on "Ervin" AVhen.he was down, all that need be. remarked' here is that the effect of "Truth's" strictures waste hurry un. Irwin's prosecution and his subsequent debacle. No more than that was done and the kindest thing said of Irwin m Gisborne is that ho is gone m the loft and that bear was responsible for. his acts tof gross brutality to a drunken man. As far as being kicked l from one end of Grisborne to the other is concerned, we would like to inform the nightman that he had the opportunity of his dirty life the other week, as one of "Truth's" Wellington staff was m Gisborne and very much on the job too, and though Irwin knew it, and his pals must have known it through him. there wasn't one hostile move, and though the splendid opportunity obtruded itself to anyone who felt inclined to kick us fro one end of Gisborne. to the other, or to KICK OUR GUTS IN, or to otherwise insult, abuse, or m any way maltreat us, this paper's cherubic chronicler lives to tell the tale, and hopes to root out the scrofulous skunk who so valiantly threatens danger arid damage when the enemy is miles off. Wo have no time for anonymous animals of this savage swine's sort. His threats do not deter anybody m the least, and were it not that "Truth" wished to show the -sample 'of sweet and affectionate tributes it daily receives, it might have done something very very rude with this Gisborne galoot's unsavory scrawl. A section of Wellington peelerdom fell from grace last week. The sergeant was- taken ill, and free from the glare of his censorious eye, coppers left their beats and flopped around like ordinary citizens. One youthful John got full of ink and attempted to square a circle on Lamb-ton-quay, another sprinted off for bike exercise, and other budding Commissioners went and did what they darned well pleased. Unfortunately they reckoned without the SubInspector, who marked the absence of policemen m the streets with mingled feelings of astonishment and indignation, and administered an electric shock all round m double quick time. The cyclist enthusiast was reprimanded, and the inebriated cop still peds the streets m a chastened spirit and with a look of anxiety on his marble brow.