Out went the patrolman with his new lease of life. And his first duty
was to return to his neighbors in the tenement the nine children he had
borrowed to accompany his own two in his task of melting the heart of
the Comissioner.
Some years ago, a man Roosevelt had met out West wrote this letter to
him:
“Dear Colonel: I write you because I am in trouble. I have shot a
lady in the eye. But, Colonel, I was not shooting at the lady. I was
shooting at my wife.”
Roosevelt replied to his friend in need that while he appreciated
marksmanship in almost every form, he drew the line at shooting at
ladies, whether or not they were related to the man who held the gun.
[Illustration: COPYRIGHT, LE GENDRE