“It took a young reporter a little while to learn how to read and interpret the reports that cops turned in, for they were couched in a special kind of English, with a spelling peculiar to itself. If a member of what was then called ‘the finest’ had spelled larceny in any way save larsensy, or arson in any way save arsony, or fracture in any way save fraxr, there would have been a considerable lifting of eyebrows….
“But…their innocence of literae humaniores was
not necessarily a sign of stupidity, and from some of them, in fact, I learned
the valuable lesson that sharp wits can lurk in unpolished skulls. I knew cops
who were matches for the most learned and unscrupulous lawyers at the Baltimore
bar, and others who had made monkeys of the oldest and crabbedest judges on the
bench, and were generally respected for it. Moreover, I knew cops who were
really first-rate policemen, and loved their trade as tenderly as so many art
artists or movie actors.”—American editor, columnist, and philologist H.L.
Mencken (1880-1956), “Recollections of Notable Cops (1900-1910),” in Newspaper
Days: Mencken's Autobiography: 1899-1906 (1942)
The iconoclastic journalist H.L. Mencken died
on this day in 1956, eight years after a stroke left him unable to read, write
or speak. But before his condition forced him into retirement, he had written over
100,000 letters, 30 books, thousands of articles, daily diary entries—all while
editing two magazines.
Those who read him hold forth on multiple topics with
his high literary style were astonished to discover that he had never been to
college. That might have accounted for part of the reason why this polymath had
such respect for policemen—men whose street smarts continually enabled them to
outwit educated elites.
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