They were racing toward the corner of Tompkins and Myrtle avenues with Johnson at the wheel when another call came over the radio.
Brinsley came from behind a police cruiser parked on a busy street in the shadow of the Tompkins Public Houses.
Several of them make direct eye contact with Tompkins while others gesture suggestively toward their crotches.
He couch-surfed for a while and (quite infamously) even spent time sleeping in a box in Tompkins Square Park.
Usually quick enough with a retort, Tompkins made no answer.
"But he is ever so much bigger than we are," Tompkins said doubtfully.
"Here, leave your sweater," shouted Tompkins, who had repeated the summons.
Captain Tompkins left the battery to-day, being promoted to Major.
Mr. Tompkins should have paid fifteen shillings as his correct share of the motor-car fare.
