POLICEMEN’S FRIEND

Greymouth Evening Star, 9 August 1930, Page 8

POLICEMEN’S FRIEND

NEVER TOO OLD TO FIGHT. “If ever I see a policeman endangered by a hostile crowd, I shall sail in to his assistance, even though I am 75,” says Charles Myers of London, whose hobby all his life has been helping policemen in distress. The latest of 31 presentations to him is an inscribed watch for sue; couring an East End policeman who was trying to arrest three violent drunks singlehanded. Myers, who is short and thick-set, with blue eyes, says; “i can look after myself, don’t forget it. Once five burglars rushed out of a house. I got in their way. One shouted, ‘Hit him,’ but I kicked one in the ankle, hit the second in the jaw with a mallet, and then punched the third on the jaw. I only went down when I was hit with a jemmy. “My first assistance to the police was rendered in 1891, when I tracked a man suspected of stabbing 100 girls. I saw him stab one, and grabbed him and shouted for the police. The criminal was ascertained to be insane, and w.as detained at the King’s pleasure. “The Police Chief gave me a police whistle—l am the only civilian permitted to carry one.”