Burnett Revokes Cabaret License

This article appears to be from around April or May 1933.  I’m not sure why it was in the scrapbook, unless simply for its reference to two men who were eventually implicated in the kidnapping of John “Butch” O’Connell, Jr., the “Prince of Albany” in 1933.  John “Sonny” McGlone and Charles Harrigan were both already serving 25 years in Alcatraz for a Massachusetts mail truck robbery in 1935.  McGlone and Harrigan were convicted in 1937 and sentenced to 77 years in Alcatraz.  McGlone was paroled in 1960 and died in 1982. Harrigan was paroled in 1959 and died in 1988 in Long Island.  Apparently that kidnapping was a pretty big deal at the time.  See more info here  and here.

BURNETT REVOKES CABARET LICENSE

Commissioner D. Frederick Burnett today revoked the liquor license of the Silver Grille, Inc., 5148 Boulevard, West New York, on charges that the establishment was used as a habitual congregating place for racketeers and criminals, also that the apparent owners of the place were in fact “dummies.”  No appearance was made on behalf of the licensee when ordered to show cause why the action should not be taken.

On April 22, representatives of the Prosecutor’s Office visited the establishment, now known as “Vanity Fair,” and found John McGlone, Charles Harrigan, Tony Martini, and Jim Murphy seated at a table in the rear of the premises. As the Prosecutor’s men entered, McGlone dropped a pearl handled revolver and a wallet beneath the table.

Search revealed a second revolver hidden beneath some newspapers. The four men were arrested and the first three convicted under the disorderly persons act. Both McGlone and Harrington [sic] have criminal records.

Charles Connington, legal owner of the place, admitted that he was “simply a dummy.”  At the time of the arrest, keys of the cash register were found in McGlone’s possession.

Howdy, Chief – Spring 3100 Magazine

The Spring 3100 magazine was a publication of the NYPD for active and retired members.  It was published between 1930 and 1971.  The name came from the old phone number for the NYPD: SPring 7-3100.

Oh, that fingerprint “expert” mentioned in the article?  That’s my great-grandfather Walter Gallagher!

Spring 3100
Grover A. Whalen, Founder
February, 1933

“HOWDY, CHIEF”

Meet a real old pal, folks, who, silvery locks and all, visits with us this month as a representative of the great State of New Jersey, in the U.S.A.  This thriving community, should you not know, is separated from the Big Town only by the rippling waters of that gently flowing stream discovered a few years back by the late Mr. Hendrick Hudson.

With this very dignified introduction we present to you now the Chief of the Ridgefield, N.J., Police Department, better known to his legion of friends in the N.Y.P.D. as Lieutenant George Darrow, George, if you recall, in 1926 packed up graciously after 25 years of service and shook us verily like Barnum shook the circus.

He saw service in practically every branch of the Department during his quarter of a century stay with us, and for several years prior to his retirement was assigned as Quartermaster.  He also commanded for a time the Division of Transportation, which in those days, included the Mounted Squad.

He migrated to New Jersey some three years ago and on March 19, 1930, was appointed to his present job as Chief of the Ridgefieldians. His force comprises three sergeants and twelve patrolmen (at $2,700 and $2,500 per annum, respectively) and what those Jersey lads don’t know about handling a police problem really isn’t worth knowing. And thereby hangs the tale.

Immediately upon taking the office George inaugurated a School of Instruction. A three-hour class is held weekly, with George acting as Dean.  Laws and Ordinances, Rules and Regulations and Courtesy are the general subjects. Attendance is compulsory.

He next installed a pistol range, to which the boys repair weekly for target practice.  They are also kept up to snuff in the handling of riot guns and tear gas bombs.

He long ago had one of his men assigned to the Criminal Identification Bureau for a course in fingerprint instruction. The lad ranks as an expert today. Several others have attended the regular course of instruction at the Police Academy. At frequent intervals George attends the Lineup at Headquarters — and always has a few of his boys along.

Their uniforms are as spiffy as any we’ve ever seen. It was the Chief who designed them. Regular eight-hour tours are performed with one day off a week and no reserve.  Three high-powered roadsters comprise the motor equipment. Two cars patrol constantly; the third is held in reserve for emergency purposes.

Headquarters is located in the Municipal Building and is a model of its kind. Every known type of police equipment save the teletype machine is installed there, including a signal monitor over which the men on patrol signal hourly.

A fine little police force indeed, and George is as proud of his boys as they are of their Chief. Ridgefield boasts a population of more than 5,000 and in 1932 not one stickup was reported nor even a burglary attempted.  211 arrests were made during the year and 151 summonses served. Accident case, mostly vehicular, numbered 155.

Drop in some time and look the Chief over. He’s located less than 10 minutes drive from the Jersey side of the G.W. Bridge.  That infectious smile for which he was always famous is still very much in evidence — and his reputation as The Perfect Host certainly needs no mention here.