Stuff I read today caused me to remember Trooper Pounder- real last name.
He was stationed in a little town Republic back in the 50's with the WSP.
This young guy who thought laws were for everyone else and ran his mouth
to the local one cop in town kept running stop signs, Pounder had written him
up two times for running stop signs, third time was a charm. Pounder pulled him
over the loud mouth got out of his car and started in on Pounder running his
mouth. Pounder-{I grabbed him by the front of his shirt-and punched his face
like a bag, after three I asked him {Tell me when to STOP} you understand
what stop means now? Shut his mouth and stopped running stop signs.
Pounder was 6'5" and a face chiseled from stone. A incident he told me about.
A person say whatever, run his mouth--in those days it might cost you.