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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.

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