buyer's guide - San Francisco Police Officers Association
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April -May, 1957 POLICE AND PEACE OFFICERS' JOURNAL Page 33<br />
or come close to one. You've been stopped<br />
only on a technicality. That's what most<br />
people find it so hard to understand. The<br />
client says, "I wasn't driving reckless."<br />
Your ready answer should be, 'You are<br />
not charged with reckless driving, my<br />
good fellow."<br />
Traffic laws are important. They must<br />
be enforced. The enforcement should be<br />
rigorous and uniform. Otherwise they'll<br />
be shoveling the bodies into trucks instead<br />
of picking them up one at a time in<br />
an ambulance. The public can't be allowed<br />
when and where to comply with a law and<br />
when to ignore it. There are many drivers<br />
who aren't equal to such an occasion. All<br />
drivers should be able to drive on the<br />
theory that all other drivers are going to<br />
do the correct thing. We must be able to<br />
rely on compliance with the laws by everybody<br />
else on the street. Should enforcement<br />
cease, traffic would be a terrible mess.<br />
Even good drivers would slip into careless<br />
ways.<br />
So while you sit there listening to his<br />
tale of woe, rolling you eyeballs toward<br />
the ceiling, and occasionally looking at the<br />
inside of your eyelids as though immersed<br />
in deep thought, keep in mind that the<br />
common traffic ticket, like the common<br />
cold, is a necessary evil and one about<br />
which little can be done.<br />
—Traffic Digest and Review<br />
Phone 2128<br />
DONS LUMBER YARD<br />
All Kinds of Lumber for All Purposes<br />
Quality at the Right Price<br />
PLUMBING • ROOFING<br />
DOORS • WINDOWS<br />
SEBASTOPOL AND ROBERTS AVENUE<br />
SANTA ROSA CALIFORNIA<br />
Phone 3020<br />
OLSEN CONSTRUCTION CO.<br />
Builder "In the Redwood Empire Since 1922"<br />
Home of "SUPERIOR CONSTRUCTION"<br />
125 BROOKWOOD AVENUE<br />
SANTA ROSA CALIFORNIA<br />
RAPP, CHRISTENSEN & FOSTER<br />
GENERAL CONTRACTORS<br />
We Specialize in Commercial, Public and<br />
Industrial Buildings<br />
Underground Construction and Excavating<br />
Equipment Rentals<br />
705 BENNETT AVENUE Telephone 1492<br />
SANTA ROSA CALIFORNIA<br />
NILES MOTOR COMPANY<br />
BUICK SALES AND SERVICE<br />
Our 20th Year in Sonoma County<br />
965 SANTA ROSA AVENUE<br />
SANTA ROSA & PETALUMA<br />
CALIFORNIA<br />
HE'S YOUNGER, TOO, than Sausalito's <strong>Police</strong><br />
Chief Mountanos. He's Chief of <strong>Police</strong><br />
Leroy B. Cunningham of Ceres, California,<br />
and is 28 years old. He has a young department,<br />
the ages of the sergeant and four<br />
patrolmen ranging from 22 to 34 years.<br />
Phone 194<br />
MARK HAINES WELDING<br />
Wesley Temple, Owner<br />
Iron and Steel • Light and Heavy Welding<br />
Automatic Rebuilding for Tractor Parts<br />
FIRST AND B STREETS<br />
SANTA ROSA CALIFORNIA<br />
STEVENSON EQUIPMENT CO., Inc.<br />
Since 1912<br />
CONTRACTORS' HEAVY EQUIPMENT<br />
HEADQUARTERS<br />
SANTA ROSA CALIFORNIA<br />
Telephone 5350 J. J. Bussiere<br />
KLEIN'S LIQUOR STORE<br />
CHOICE WINES - LIQUORS AND CORDIALS<br />
22 SANTA ROSA AVENUE<br />
(Across From the Courthouse Plaza)<br />
SANTA ROSA CALIFORNIA<br />
WESTERN AUTO ASSOCIATES<br />
STORE<br />
Headquarters of the Redwood Empire<br />
AUTO, HOME AND RANCH SUPPLIES<br />
432 FOURTH STREET<br />
SANTA ROSA CALIFORNIA<br />
MILL'S PATIO<br />
Jimmie and Dot Mills, Your Hosts<br />
HOUSE OF BARBECUE<br />
Dinners-4:30 to Midnight<br />
Cocktails-2 P.M. to 2 A.M.<br />
Phone 3481 CLOSED TUESDAYS<br />
2755 MENDOCINO AVENUE<br />
SANTA ROSA CALIFORNIA<br />
"GOOD OLD DAYS"<br />
Depressed by the bumper-to bumper<br />
blues, you might some day find yourself<br />
wishing for the good old days when cars<br />
were fewer and farther between. Don't<br />
do it, advises the National Automobile<br />
Club. Like most good old days, the good<br />
old days of motoring just weren't very<br />
good at all.<br />
Suppose you did find yourself back in<br />
the noisy nineties, clutching your money<br />
in your wet little palm, and eager to buy<br />
yourself one of those newfangled horseless<br />
carriages. About all you could buy then<br />
would be a steam carriage, which amounted<br />
to an old buckboard with the shafts cut<br />
off, four rubber-tired wheels, and a power<br />
plant under the seat. And that power plant<br />
seemed to have a strange propensity for<br />
either soaking you with vapor from time<br />
to time or blowing you higher than the<br />
proverbial kite.<br />
And the car you got would be little<br />
more than a stripped-down chassis. If you<br />
wanted a top, windshield, side curtains,<br />
battery, or tires, you'd have to go out and<br />
buy these on your own.<br />
Then you were ready to go, almost, If<br />
your trip was going to be more than 20<br />
miles, you had to get out your tools, your<br />
kit of spare parts, and your maps, and lay<br />
your plans like an attacking general. Then<br />
you put on your fur-lined overcoat, hauled<br />
on your heavy woolen gloves, tight-fitting<br />
rubber-lined cap, and oversize goggles.<br />
Away you went, and so did most of the<br />
loosely fitting parts of your new car. Junk<br />
dealers followed you at a respectable distance<br />
to pick up the bolts, bars, and broken<br />
axles, that bounced right off.<br />
If you wanted to warn that junk dealer<br />
that you were about to stop, there were no<br />
signals. A lot of the time there were no<br />
brakes, so you just headed for the nearest<br />
bank, tree, or other solid obstacle and<br />
brought your journey to a crashing conclusion.<br />
If a tire went flat, there was no demountable<br />
rim, no spare. You just took<br />
that tire off, repaired it, then blew it up<br />
with a wheezy pump that got about one<br />
pound of pressure to one hour of pumping.<br />
Had enough? Probably. But don't forget<br />
the charm of those flickering gasoline<br />
headlights that hardly let you see where<br />
you were going but did offer some feeble<br />
warning to pedestrians and cows that you<br />
were thundering towards them at your top<br />
speed of fifteen miles per hour.<br />
Back to those bumper-to-bumper blues?<br />
Alameda, in Spanish, means a "grove<br />
of poplars." The California State Automobile<br />
<strong>Association</strong> states that the name first<br />
appeared in a report of exploration made<br />
by Sergeant Pedro Amador in 1795.