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"WRESTLER CHARGED," Vancouver Sun. May 31, 1934. Page 1. --- PORT HANEY, May 31. - Arthur English, professional wrestler, appeared in Police Court here today before Magistrate W. J. Sparling, on a charge of common assault. The magistrate reserved judgment until June 6.

The charge was that English threw a water bottle into a crowd of onlookers at the end of the fifth round of his bout with Carl Martin here about three weeks ago, striking a young girl on the ankle.

Chief Constable McDonald, who arrested English, stated that the wrestler became angry at the jeers of the crowd and after taking a drink from the bottle threw it among the spectators.

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Hello.

I was wondering if I can have some Headcannons of Aizawa’s s/o who comes super closer of Eri, and wants to legally adopt her as their child? 

Yo! Long time no request. Sorry if I deviated a little from what you requested with this story. I ended up following what my mind suggested while writing. Anyway, I hope this satisfies you! :)

• Requests are open normally again. I usually take a long to write, because I always try to set a scene along with the headcanons. So I apologize in advance for the delay. 'Till next time!

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LITTLE FAMILY

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Dynamics: DadZawa & Eri × S/O GN!reader

Fandom: BNHA | MHA Words: +2,9K

Categories: SFW, fluff, romance, home life, family dynamics. CW: None significantly worth the mention.

Informs: Hizashi appears as an extra. The word "Maddy" is used as a gender-neutral alternative to replacing the nouns "mommy" or "daddy." Feel free to read it as you please.

• Aizawa would be flattered. He would not show it to you at first, but you would eventually pick on some things he would do absently;

• Like when you are reading to Eri on her bed, and he quietly approaches the room to check on both of you. His lips would turn upwards every so slightly every time you turned to him with shining eyes to tell him Eri slept with her head on your lap;

• It was so heartwarming how she was finally opening up to you. It took a long, but now that she trusted you enough to sleep in your presence, it made all the wait worth it;

• You were already Aizawa’s significant other when they rescued the kid. He would vent to you about how troubled she seemed when he would get home after looking after her. And even though he would not say it, you could tell he genuinely cared and worried for Eri's well-being;

• It took time for both of you to be introduced to each other. And it took even more time for Eri to stop hiding away from you;

• When she first started living with Aizawa, his relationship with you turned into something a lot bigger than before and a lot harder too;

• But Eri was increasingly accepting you more and more. You three were becoming a true family, and you could not pretend like anything had changed by now, not after the events of today.

- - - - -

Aizawa had long left for work. The morning was still quiet from the rowdyism of the outside, and you were alone at his apartment with Eri, the little girl burrowed in between your legs with her back turned toward you as you both sat on the floor, your fingers brushing through her soft hair as you neatly tangled the strands into a braid.

You liked being there, and you liked Eri too. You loved this feeling of peace that followed each morning, and as you became so caught up with this comfortable sensation, you were almost startled when the kid turned her head away from the cartoon passing on the tv to look at you.

"Maddy, can I ask you something?" She said suddenly, cautiously trying to get a glimpse of your expression from the weird angle. You paused your brushing for a second. What had she called you just now? 

You thought for a moment and came blank before a smile tugged at your lips. Looking down at the kid, you met with a pair of shy; yet big, pleading eyes. "Yes. Of course, Eri. What is it?"

The little girl smiled and looked down sheepishly, her small hands clenched tightly in her lap, fiddling with each other like she always does when she is nervous.

"Why do you go away?" She asked quietly, biting her lip. Her voice sounded sad, and you instantly knew what she was asking. You would have to leave before lunchtime to work the next day, and you had your apartment to take care of too.

"Eri…" You began softly, putting your hand under her chin, lifting it until she looked up at you again. "It is not because I don't like you or don't want you around, sweetheart."

Her brow furrowed. "Then why?"

You sighed. "I'm sorry, Eri. But I have a job that needs me and a house to watch. When we become adults, we have responsibilities that come with our jobs. Sometimes, we have no choice but to leave to attend to it. That doesn't mean I won't come back later, though." You smiled at her.

Eri nodded slowly. "I understand," she mumbled before turning back around. "I miss you when you go." She finished in a whisper, her hands returning to the same position they occupied a few moments ago as if nothing had happened.

You chuckled before leaning over and kissing the top of her head. "So do I." You said, giving the little girl a final squeeze before pulling away. "What do you say we take advantage of this time together to bake some cookies?" You tried cheering her again with a grin.

Eri immediately brightened. "Cookies! Let's make cookies!" She exclaimed, jumping from her spot on the floor as if you told her another stray cat was coming home. 

You laughed as she grabbed your wrist and tried to lift you from your spot on the ground. "We have to bake plenty! Daddy will want some!" She shouted excitedly. 

You gave her an affectionate pat before she dragged you down to the kitchen. "We'll call him when his break time comes once we have finished making them." You replied with a smile as she stopped at the fridge to turn around and nod enthusiastically at your comment.

"Mhm!"

- - - - -

"How are the cookies, Eri?" Shōta asked the toddler over the video call.

She held one of her cookie halves in front of the camera as if it were an offering. "Yummy~!" She grinned before popping one in her mouth. Eri quickly swallowed it and then proceeded with the second.

"I bet they are! Good job, kiddo!" Hizashi praised her from somewhere behind Shōta. His voice sounded distant, but you could tell he was smiling brightly by the tone of his voice. 

A second passed before Shōta's deep voice cut through the device again. "I hope there will be some left for me. They look good." He commented, his lips twisting up at one corner as he glanced at you.

Your mouth turned into a smile in response as your cheeks heated up. Shōta was teasing you. He knew you were cooking for the two of them.

Eri giggled happily at the remark, and you felt yourself grin even more. Then, you rolled your eyes playfully, sticking your tongue out to the camera. "I'll eat everything." You teased, your voice filled with false bravado.

There was a snort, and you heard a peal of laughter coming from Hizashi, who seemed far more entertained by hearing your interaction.

"Of course, you will. We wouldn't want Eri getting a sugar rush now, would we?" Aizawa shot back in return, a twinkle in his eye.

At this, you could not help the giggle that escaped you, and you rolled your eyes again, more fondly this time, causing Eri to giggle as well as you.

"Well, I would better clean up the mess I made, then. Have fun with being teased by Hizashi." You said. "Let me know if there is any trouble, alright?"

Another laugh filtered through the speaker, and you were sure the corners of his eyes crinkled a bit as he grinned. "Will do. See you soon."

"Bye, dad!" Eri chirped happily, taking a bite off of another cookie, and before the connection shut, she was waving at the camera with a bright smile on her face, her eyes filled with adoration, love, and warmth.

- - - - -

Unfortunately, when Shōta came home later that day, Eri had already fallen asleep against her own will. You were not surprised in the least. After all, a toddler needed her sleep. Besides, she had been awake for four hours after dinner and watching cartoons on the television. 

You had already tucked her in bed when Shōta entered the apartment, finding your sleeping self curled up on the couch with a blanket over you. Eri was not the only one that fell asleep unexpectedly after all. 

He smiled fondly, shaking his head at the sight of you. And, after leaving his shoes, scarf, and bag at the door, he walked over and gently scooped you off the couch, cradling you carefully in his arms to take you toward his bedroom.

Before he had even started lowering you over his bed, however, you woke up from your slumber groggily. Your eyes widened at the sudden movement, and you squirmed uncomfortably in his hold as he laid you down on his bed.

"Sorry, kitten… Did I wake you?" He whispered, bending down and stroking your cheek.

You shook your head slightly. "Didn't fall asleep on purpose..." you murmured, frowning sleepily at him before mirroring his action and reaching up to caress his cheek. "I was waiting for you." You explained with a tired smirk, running your thumb over his lips before dropping your hand.

A gentle smile spread on his lips, his tender gaze never leaving yours. "Is that right?" The man whispered, leaning forward slowly before speaking again. "Go back to sleep, baby. I'll see you tomorrow, okay?" His breath tickled your skin, and Shōta pressed his lips against yours briefly before placing another quick kiss on the tip of your nose.

He started to pull away to stand up, but before he could fully move, you reached up and wrapped your arm around his neck, pulling him down onto the bed beside you. He stumbled a little but managed not to fall on top of you and landed beside you with a soft thump.

His dark eyes stared at you in amusement, raising a brow inquisitively. "What's got into you?" He said, chuckling at your actions.

You frowned, your eyes fluttering closed for a moment as you took a deep breath, your lips curving upward in a small smile. "Can't I spend five minutes cuddling with my boyfriend without having any problem?" You murmured while resting your head on his chest.

Another chuckle rippled through his body, and you felt it against your cheek. "Sure." He murmured, running his hand softly down your spine before pressing another quick kiss on top of your hair.

With a content sigh, you nestled yourself closer, wrapping an arm around his torso, holding him close against you while his heart beat steadily beneath your cheek. It had become a habit whenever you slept over – even more than usual nowadays – and you loved every minute of it.

As far as you were concerned, you would spend your life like this with him. And suddenly, an ebullient thought popped into your mind.

"Shōta?" You called, your voice muffled by his shirt. He hummed questioningly in response, and you lifted your head from his chest and looked up at his tired yet loving eyes.

"Eri called me 'maddy' today." You stated softly. Your words caused his features to change slightly, making him seem pensive. But he did not react negatively at all. Instead, he gently placed a hand behind your neck, bringing your face back into his chest. 

He stroked your arm with the other hand before moving to kiss your brow softly. "Eri does call you that sometimes," he murmured, his fingers continuing their dance along your skin, moving in slow patterns, making you relax. "Well, at least when she's talking about you. She always refers to you like that to me. Don't mind it." He added before letting out a sigh.

You nodded once, and his hand finally stilled at your earlobe after trailing idle patterns across your skin. "It's just… something Eri calls you sometimes. I don't mind it either, though." He assured, his fingers moving to brush your cheek. 

You exhaled a sigh, feeling the weight of the conversation settle on your shoulders – this was precisely why you had been avoiding talking about these things. You were not sure where it had come from, but somehow, Eri had caught you off guard.

So, you swallowed the lump you had in your throat to admit what you thought. "I liked it," you said quietly. His hand paused for a fraction of a second before it resumed its movements along your skin. "Really?" He inquired.

You nodded your head slowly in reply, feeling the muscles in your face starting to ache with the effort of keeping it neutral. Then, he stayed silent for longer than necessary before saying something else.

"Good," he voiced, "I'm fine with it."

This statement surprised you slightly, but you did not say anything about it, letting him continue with his movement along your shoulder blade and upper back. Then, he finally settled his hand on your side, and the room fell with a comfortable silence.

Soon, Shōta's heartbeat was lulling you to sleep without you even realizing it, and despite your efforts to stay awake for a bit longer to enjoy each other's presence for a while, you both fell asleep quite fast.

About half an hour later, however, you were brought back to awakening with the door widening open.

"Maddy?" Eri asked shakily; tears you could not see due to the darkness in the room formed in her eyes, her bottom lip trembling slightly as a tiny whimper slipped past her lips, pleading for attention.

You quickly sat up in the bed, yanking Shōta away from his slumber with the sudden movement, causing him to groan lowly.

"Eri? What happened?" You questioned, squinting your eyes at the small frame in the doorway, worry stamped on your face. "Did you have a bad dream?"

The little girl only hiccupped before nodding faintly. You immediately shifted, turning toward a sleepy-looking Aizawa, who blinked his eyes open before rubbing them, attempting to clear the drowsiness from sleep.

When he noticed that Eri had woken up, he pushed himself upright, propping himself against the pillows. "What happened?" He asked worriedly. 

And instead of answering his question, you gently coaxed a "come here" to the kid, patting the space beside you on the bed so she could climb up between you.

She wasted no time climbing up, settling herself in your lap with her face buried into the crook of your neck, arms snaking around it before she began sniffling loudly. Then, you moved your arm downward over her legs, grabbing the blankets before pulling them up. 

"Shush, now, dear. You are safe." You reassured the girl in your lap, running your hand soothingly through her hair. "Everything is alright. Go back to sleep, okay? We are here with you." You whispered.

She seemed appeased with your assurance and buried herself further into your embrace before closing her eyes again. You wrapped your free arm around her midsection, pulling her closer as you glanced at Aizawa, whose expression was frustratingly unreadable. 

But he sighed heavily, moving an arm up to rest it over both of your middles, pulling you closer together. And without hesitation, you nestled into the warmth of the bed, closing your eyes as Shōta ran a hand down your arm, coming up and grasping your hand tightly in his.

Your lips curved into a smile at the sight you caught yourself in: Eri had her arm tangled around your neck with her leg plopped over your hip, while Aizawa caged you both as you nestled together, which caused your heart to swell. It felt like home.

And after a few moments, Aizawa's eyes drifted shut as exhaustion claimed him. And soon, all three of you fell asleep holding each other.

When you opened your eyes to greet the next day, Aizawa was already awake, resting his head over an arm as he stared at the ceiling. Eri was sprawled in the middle of the bed, seeming peaceful in her slumber.

For a moment, you just watched them for a long time, smiling at the sight before you reached a hand towards the man. He seemed lost in thought as he kept staring blankly above him, so you traced the contours of his face silently with the back of your fingers to make him realize that you were awake.

A faint smile adorned his lips at the sensation. "Morning," he greeted, his voice low and hoarse.

"Morning." You replied, giving him a warm smile as his eyelids lowered. "Sleep well?" You inquired, your tone light as you moved your hand to run a finger down the length of his forearm, pausing at his wrist to rest your arm over the sleeping kid between you both.

A deep sigh left his mouth before he answered. "Yeah." His voice trailed off as he glanced at you, studying you intently for a moment. "Are you okay?" He questioned after a short pause, his eyes boring into yours. You smiled in response, nodding your head slightly.

"Didn't think you would take that well." He commented quietly, and you frowned. "Why wouldn't I? Eri is important enough for me. It does not matter what happens." You admitted quietly, unsure why you had confessed your feelings this easily.

"I know." He muttered. "I just... I never expected you would be okay with that." He added, lifting his arm off the pillow and stretching lazily. "And I never expected you would go out of your way to look after her all by yourself." He added with a sigh.

You shrugged, shifting your gaze down toward the sleeping girl. "Maybe I want to." You whispered, biting your lip at what you wanted to confess. 

And without warning, his hand came up and cupped your face, his thumb brushing tenderly over your cheekbone. His expression softened, a small smile gracing his lips.

"I do, too." He said quietly before pressing a soft kiss against your forehead, dropping his hand onto the bed. He then turned his head slightly, glancing down at Eri. You followed his gaze for a few seconds, observing how peacefully she lay.

A soft chuckle escaped your lips before you shifted your eyes again and gazed directly into his own. "Do you think we will ever be a real family?" You breathed out quietly, taking him by surprise.

You knew he was not one for expressing his emotions very well, but you could tell that this question weighed heavily on his heart as much as it did in yours.

A soft smile spread on your lips before a small laugh slipped past you. "Who knows, I guess?" You shrugged nonchalantly, watching as the corners of his lips curled upwards slightly as well.

"Yeah... maybe. I hope so."

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“ரவுடியிசத்தை கட்டுப்படுத்த முன்னுரிமை” - சென்னையின் புதிய காவல் ஆணையர் அருண் உறுதி | Priority to control rowdyism - COP Arun Interview

சென்னை: “ரவுடியிசத்தை கட்டுப்படுத்துவது, காவல் துறையில் உள்ள லஞ்ச விவகாரத்தில் நடவடிக்கை எடுப்பது, கட்டப்பஞ்சாயத்துக்கு எதிரான நடவடிக்கைகளுக்கு முன்னுரிமை அளித்து பணிபுரிவேன்” என்று சென்னை மாநகர புதிய காவல் ஆணையராக பொறுப்பேற்றுக் கொண்ட ஐபிஎஸ் அதிகாரி அருண் கூறியுள்ளார். ஆம்ஸ்ட்ராங் படுகொலை: சென்னையில் கடந்த 5-ஆம் தேதி இரவு பெரம்பூர் பகுதியில் பகுஜன் சமாஜ் கட்சியின் தமிழக தலைவர் ஆம்ஸ்ட்ராங் மர்ம…

[primetimesnow]

Rowdy Places in Tamil Nadu: A Closer Look

Tamil Nadu, a state in southern India known for its rich cultural heritage, beautiful temples, and scenic landscapes, also has areas that are notorious for their high crime rates and rowdyism. While the majority of the state is peaceful and welcoming, there are certain pockets where law and order issues are more pronounced. In this article, we take a closer look at some of these rowdy places in Tamil Nadu.

1. Madurai

Madurai, known as the "Athens of the East," is famous for its Meenakshi Amman Temple and vibrant cultural scene. However, it also has a darker side with a history of gang violence and rowdyism. Certain areas, particularly in the outskirts and densely populated urban zones, have been hotspots for criminal activities. Gang rivalries and political influences often contribute to the unrest in these regions.

2. Tirunelveli

Tirunelveli, another historical city in Tamil Nadu, has also been plagued by rowdy elements. The city and its surrounding areas have seen numerous instances of violence, often related to local disputes and political rivalries. The presence of powerful local figures and their involvement in illegal activities further exacerbates the situation.

3. Coimbatore

Coimbatore, known for its industrial growth and educational institutions, has areas that are infamous for criminal activities. The city's rapid urbanization has led to the emergence of rowdy gangs, particularly in the suburban regions. These gangs are often involved in extortion, land grabbing, and other illicit activities, creating an atmosphere of fear among the residents.

4. Chennai

As the capital city, Chennai has its share of crime-prone areas. While most of the city is safe and bustling with activity, neighborhoods like North Chennai have higher instances of rowdyism. Factors contributing to this include economic disparities, unemployment, and the influence of local gang leaders. These areas often witness violent clashes, drug-related crimes, and other unlawful activities.

5. Vellore

Vellore, a city known for its historical significance and medical institutions, also faces issues with rowdyism. Some parts of the city and its outskirts are affected by criminal gangs that engage in illegal activities such as smuggling and robbery. The local law enforcement agencies frequently conduct operations to curb these activities, but challenges remain.

6. Salem

Salem, an important commercial and industrial hub, has certain areas that are notorious for their rowdy behavior. The city has a history of gang violence, often linked to political and economic rivalries. The local police have been actively working to address these issues, but sporadic incidents continue to occur, affecting the overall peace and security of the region.

7. Trichy

Tiruchirappalli, commonly known as Trichy, is another city with pockets of rowdyism. The city's strategic location and economic activities make it a target for criminal gangs involved in various illegal trades. Despite the efforts of law enforcement, certain areas continue to be plagued by violence and crime.

Conclusion

While Tamil Nadu is largely peaceful and known for its cultural richness, these rowdy places pose significant challenges to maintaining law and order. Efforts by local authorities, community engagement, and socio-economic development are crucial in addressing the root causes of rowdyism and ensuring a safer environment for all residents. It is important for both residents and visitors to be aware of these areas and take necessary precautions while enjoying the many attractions and experiences that Tamil Nadu has to offer.

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Who Were the Hooligans? Unveiling the Roots of a Troublesome Hooligans Legacy In the depths of 18th or 19th-century Southwark, near London, a notorious family known as the Hooligans wreaked havoc, engaging in robbery, rowdyism, and local pogroms. Led by Patrick Hooligan, their notoriety quickly spread, imprinting the term "hooligan" into the vocabulary of Londoners to describe troublemakers rebelling against the established order. Fast forward to today, and hooliganism has evolved into a term descr...[...] #ReadFullArticle https://investigationhotline.org/hooligans/?feed_id=568&_unique_id=66762f969fc85 We appreciate your comments, shares, and questions. If you need any assistance, please don’t hesitate to call us at (416)205-9114. Investigation Hotline. Experts-Always On Call – Private Investigator Toronto https://investigationhotline.org/

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Over 2,500 criminals held in a State-wide storming operation in T.N.

Over 2,500 criminals held in a State-wide storming operation in T.N.

As many as 2,512 suspected criminals were arrested by police until Saturday, September 25, 2021, in a statewide storming operation and 934 dangerous weapons were seized from them. Also read: 700 life convicts in TN to be granted premature release Following a couple of murders reported in the State, the Director General of Police, C.Sylendra Babu ordered city and district police chiefs to conduct…

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"Police Searching For Brutal Prowler," Hamilton Spectator. October 16, 1943. Page 7. ---- Elderly Woman Attacked and Robbed By Thug on Merrick Street ---- Police last night made an intensive search for a thug who brutally assaulted an aged woman on Merrick street, near Park street, and stole her shopping bag.

Mrs. Kenner, 77 of 79 Merrick street, was proceeding toward her home carrying the shopping bag when a prowler suddenly grabbed her from behind and knocked her down. He then fled after grabbing her shopping bag, containing ration books, registration cards, personal papers, spectacles, keys to her home and a purse. The purse contained about $2. Mrs. Kenner was unable to get in her home owing to the loss of the keys and she was so upset the police took her to the home of friends, where she remained for the night. Constables William Sanderson and Gleave investigated the occurrence but were unable to contact the thug.

Police disclosed that on several occasions within the last few months women have been molested on streets in various parts of the city. In the majority of cases young girls have been the victims, but in every case have been able to beat off their assailants.

"The police have been instructed to investigate eases of this nature very carefully and leave no stone unturned to apprehend the culprits responsible for molesting women on city streets," said Chief Brown. He declared that the police will not tolerate rowdyism or attacks on pedestrians on public streets. "We are determined to put an end to such nonsense and are seeking the continued co-operation of citizens at large in tracking down scoundrels of this type," said Chief Brown.

[twisted-wonderland-but-gayer]

Yuu going ape shit arc.

Yuu was kind,calm.They where peacemakers more docile is what Leona would say a "perfect herbivore". Harder to have there feathers ruffles,Compared to the rowdyism of the other first years.But everyone has there triggers.Turns out it was grim.

Grim was a trouble maker at heart,Yuu new this,Yuu was always telling him to be careful on who he bothers.Grim sadly stole the wrong person food,so that's how he ended up being drowned in a toilet.

Yuu believe in people being punished for there crimes,but there was a line between punished and cruelty.Like being drowned in a

Fucking Toilet

(You can take this how you want,I also choose the bathroom for reasons.I believe there should be more restroom fights.)

Real ones know bathroom fights is where it's at. They get violent. I mean after all why's there so many stories about ghosts in bathrooms

Yuu deserves to snap and just smash someone's head into the stalls

[yeoldenews]

“I hear the boys uptown yelling over their “Hallow-een” stunts. Ed is hoping they hit on fifty dollars worth of barrels over in the orchard & will escape notice. The town is never protected on this night but we have never been disturbed. The boys do abominable things to very respectable residents, and sufficient police men are never appointed, although each year safety is promised.”

- Rachel’s Aunt Gussie, October 31, 1904.

The “trick” half of “trick or treat” has mostly vanished over the last half century or so, but it used to be the most prominent feature of Halloween night. Though “trick” may be putting it lightly.

By the early twentieth century Halloween “stunts” had become less lighthearted pranks and more wanton vandalism, theft and property destruction. Accounts of fatal Halloween pranks, arson and rioting were common fare in newspapers the days following Halloween - as the following headline, from the Chicago Inter Ocean on November 2, 1904, shows.

Residents who failed to bribe local youth with “treats”, often resorted to protecting their homes and businesses with firearms leading to many injuries and occasionally fatalities.

By the 1910s and 20s many municipalities had resorted to strict bans on destructive pranks, mask wearing and other “rowdyism” - promising arrest and prosecution for anyone caught violating said bans. Some cities even threatened to ban the holiday entirely if new regulations were not followed.

The Great Depression saw many areas attempt to organize community Halloween celebrations and festivals to offer a more controlled alternative to playing pranks.

With the rise of organized trick-or-treating, the 1940s and 50s saw a sizable reduction is destructive Halloween pranks, possibly also due in part to a campaign during WWII that decried destructive Halloween pranks as unpatriotic and detrimental to the war effort.

Halloween’s destructive past still lingers in some parts of the US as “Mischief Night" or “Devil’s Night” (or a dozen other local nicknames), though the date has mostly shifted to October 30th rather than Halloween itself.

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One of the city’s most serious problems was its ongoing flammability. Reformers blamed the volunteer firefighters, whom they now set out to replace with a professional fire department. The volunteers were newly vulnerable to assault, as their prewar reputation for rowdyism had been reinforced by the behavior of some in their ranks during the draft riots. After Appomattox, moreover, their brawling had reached intolerable new heights. In one August 1865 shootout at a fire scene, two men were killed and eighty wounded, while the building they had come to rescue burned to char and cinders. For the insurance companies, which had to cover such losses, and for the local merchants, who were forced to pay premiums higher than anywhere else in the United States or Europe, the volunteer system was inexcusably inefficient. Republican reformers were also well aware that the companies were prime recruiting resources for the Democratic Party.

Republican legislators accordingly introduced a bill to replace the forty thousand volunteers with a thousand-man professional fire department, to be equipped with the horse-drawn, steam-powered pumpers that brawny volunteers had long resisted. In hearings on the bill, the insurance industry presented the damning evidence they had systematically collected that demonstrated exactly how costly the old amateur order was to the city and its property owners. Other urban centers, the insurance companies noted, had established professional departments, and the statistics made clear how much more effective Baltimore and Cincinnati’s systems were. Twenty-three banks, 109 insurance companies, and thirteen thousand citizens filed petitions on the measure’s behalf. Businessmen complained that having worker-volunteers down tools and race off whenever the fire bells rang was “incompatible with any steady pursuits of industry.” The police commissioner testified about rowdyism. Moral reformers charged that volunteers, who were allowed to bed down in the firehouses at public expense, had been bedding down with prostitutes, converting stations to de facto whorehouses.

The existing Board of Fire Commissioners offered feeble rebuttals but was ill equipped to controvert such charges. Sputtering was no match for statistics. The bill passed, weathered an immediate lawsuit challenging its constitutionality, and went briskly into effect. The new fire commissioners, moving swiftly to establish discipline, replaced competition between companies with a centralized command. The old system of summoning assistance by ringing the City Hall bell was replaced by an extensive network of fireboxes (by 1873 there were 548 boxes on Manhattan, connected by 612 miles of telegraph wire). Within a few years, annual losses from fire, and the amount of settlements paid out by insurance companies, had both dropped sharply, to widespread relief and applause.

— Mike Wallace and Edwin G. Burrows, Gotham: A History of New York City to 1898 (1998)

[thinktosee]

MOTHER’S DAY IT IS!

On this beautiful day, we wish divine blessings for every mother. While it has been said that parents live through their children, it could also be said that every child lives through their mother.

My children, Sara and David’s grandmother, Kishen celebrated her 93rd birthday five days ago. On this day, we are privileged once again to share blessings with grandma. This time, it’s Mother’s Day. We are very thankful for this special and loving moment.

Grandma was born in 1928. The outbreak of the 2nd world war disrupted her formal education, as it did for millions of people everywhere. At the closing of the war, when she was 17, she married grandpa. It was arranged, and accordance to Sikh custom. That is not to say that they did not know one another before. The Sikh community in Singapore was relatively small and in general, most families were familiar with one another, and congregated in the few temples on Sundays to worship and break bread.

Over the course of 13 years, Kishen birthed 8 children, 6 boys and 2 girls. She kept home, fed, clothed, nurtured and raised her children, mostly alone. Grandpa was busy working in the day and reading law in the evenings at the University of Singapore. When he topped his class and became a lawyer later, he kept to his busy schedule to ensure there was food on the table.

As the youngest, I was perhaps the most fortunate among all my siblings. Everyone looked out for me. Grandma especially. I recall with fondness one incident while I was four. My friend, Ah Seng and I had gone fishing, an activity which had no connection to the one we know today. A large monsoon canal ran parallel to Alexandra Road where we lived. It discharged its fresh water, collected from the slopes and hills of Bishop’s Gate and Tanglin Road when it rained, into the Singapore River nearby (hence River Valley Road). Well, Ah Seng and I had gone down the steps to the bottom of the canal one afternoon. Whilst knee-deep in our short pants, we cupped our toddler hands to scoop the little fishes. In the meantime, our mothers, great friends they were, went in fearful search for us. They were rightly worried, since the neighbourhood was not the safest in those days. Rowdyism was prevalent due to high unemployment. Singapore had one of the densest populations with the highest unemployment rate in the world. The colonials and their compradors had taken all they could after 145 years and were getting ready to jump ship, or so we thought. Anyway, a spy, a friend of ours, told our parents where we could be found. Now, no mother could, with good conscience, look at her little child in an oversized canal and not be alarmed by the danger this scene presented. If it had rained that time, it was quite possible Ah Seng and I would have been unceremoniously dumped in the Singapore River. We were hauled out of the canal and brought home. We were punished, of course.  

Grandma lived by example. She birthed and nurtured eight children. Everyone an individual. As the youngest, growing up beside her, I always marveled how much she suffered and struggled to keep home. A home-maker is the toughest job. I have many memories of grandma. I had seen her at her saddest. I had also seen her when she was really happy, like the times I painted her nails or accompanied her to visit a childhood friend. Such is life, I guess. Grandma made a choice to be there for her children. Along the way, four became lawyers and one a teacher. Two live abroad, yet everyone to this day, a devoted and loving child to her.

When David, her youngest grandson, left us five years ago, we did not make grandma aware of this for obvious reasons. Somehow, I think she knew. Perhaps there is some truth to what they say – a mother knows. That’s a bond which never breaks!

Mother’s Day is for always.

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