One bright afternoon last week, sedentary little Mayor James John ("Jimmy") Walker of New York walked almost half way up Manhattan Island (52 mi.) leading 6,000 members of his constabulary in the city's annual police parade. Bands played "Ninetynine Out of a Hundred Wanna Be Loved"; rookies strode along in light blue bathing suit tops; the May sun glinted on the flanks of horses, on fixed bayonets, trench helmets, machine guns. Watching the show, New York Citizens quite forgot the bad odor in which the paraders had been since Referee Samuel Seabury began...
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