Big, easygoing Patrolman Stanley Westgate found his good nature and his 190 Ib. sorely tried when he was assigned to Detroit's tough East Side several years ago. Citizens thereabouts don't like cops. One night six men gave him clubs up an alley. Later three men slugged him from behind; later still, a tough cabbie lead-hosed him when he poked his face in the cab.
Enough was enough for Officer Westgate. He took up the study of jujitsu. By the time he'd perfected 104 grips he was transferred to a dark river front beat,...
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