"Hick Flatfoot"

The streets of Dover, N. J., were wet with rain one afternoon last week. An expensive coupe rolled up the main street, parked impudently in a bus stop. A woman got out, went into a drug store. The man who was driving saw rain-caped Policeman Charles E. Ripley come over to him, but did not notice the concealed interest with which the officer observed his license plate--V-2880. "Don't you know you're parking in a bus stop?" Policeman Ripley began pleasantly. Then, before the driver had time to reach the two revolvers in his pockets, or the tear gas gun in his vest, or the two other revolvers concealed in the car doors, or the one under the cowl, or the machine gun in the rumble seat, alert Policeman Ripley covered him with the weapon he had hidden beneath his rain-cape. The officer marched his prisoner, hands in the air, through the rain to the police station. Word soon flashed throughout the East that James Nannery, ruthless young desperado wanted dead or alive in New York for killing a patrolman, fugitive from Sing Sing since 1928, suspected of many a big holdup including the unsuccessful one at Brooklyn Navy Yard (TIME, Nov. 25, 1929) had been captured. His girl friend, who fled in the coupe, was taken not long after. Said Badman Nannery, the identity of whose license plates was disclosed in a recent raid on one of his haunts: "I didn't intend to let anybody take me alive. What gets me is the way that hick flat foot kidded me with that poker face of his."

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