Case 1: Slang During the annual policeman's ball in New York City, 1973, an odd story surfaced at a table in the back.
George Yennin, a rookie, got himself placed at a small table in the back of the ball room, with other gentlemen he neither knew or would know in the future. Names had been exchanged but George couldn't remember a one. The chicken had been served and now the party had degenerated to a bunch of police officers sitting around drinking and talking about one bust or another. George was in awe at some of the skin-of-your-teeth adventures he had heard about. Domestic warfare, bank robberies with a bazooka, and other fantastic tales of crime.
One of the officers brought along a old school mate he had had when he was in collage, if George remembered correctly. Apparently the both of them went into law enforcement in their own style. The native joined the academy, and his friend became a bounty hunter before settling down somewhere in Texas and becoming one of the law enforcement there.
George decided that the liquor was pouring freely that day after he heard a tale from the officers friend. But for some reason the story stuck in his mind due to how weird it was.
"OK, I've been working for the sheriff for, I dunno, two years when this happened" The friend started. He refilled his glass and drank down about half of it before continuing. "I was walking down the main road near midnight, when out of no where this car comes speeding down the road at two million miles a hour or something." He finished his drink and dropped the glass down onto it's side. "The car hit's a park bench and sends a two by four into a store window, 'cept he keeps on going. I start thinking, who the hell is this guy, so I start to run after him to get the license plate number, when the car blows a tire." The man reached into his jacket and pulled out a cigar, witch he bit the end off of and asked George for a light. George pulled out his zippo. "Anyhow, the car gets a flat and starts spinning out of control, flips over, and crashes through the vets office. Being the responsible member of the police force, I enter the office with my gun drawn, just in case the guy behind the wheel is looking for a fight. Inside the car is this teenager, upside down, and strapped to the seat. I'm about to drag the kid out of the car and to the police department when he changes into a dog and gives me the big puppy eye look."
At this point of his story the rest of the table starts to laugh and say various things questing the mans sanity. George figured the guy had been hitting the bar a little to often tonight and was to far gone to make any more sense tonight. The man continued to talk after slapping away a cocktail napkin that had been thrown at him.
"I can't very well put handcuffs on a dog can I, and I'm pretty sure that if I turn my back he'll bolt. So I grab the mutt by the scruff of the neck and drag him out of the car door."
One of the other officers cut in, "And then a dragon flew down and burnt the town to ashes, right?"
"Shut up Howard. So I drag this mutt out of the car and I've got nothing to hold him with, so I pull this leash off the wall and tie it around it's neck. You've should of seen the look the mutt gave me. Something like I'll bite you for this"
At this point George looked at his watch and swore. He had an early shift tomorrow. George made his excuses and bowed out of his chair and out of the ball.
The next day George Yennin was on foot patrol. Everything was going normal until he went to get a coffee at the local store. George walked in and right into a robbery. A man with a ski mask had a gun pointed across the counter into the clerks face. The criminal was making so much noise yelling for the woman to give him the money he was oblivious to the rookie right up until the time George had his gun aimed at the robbers chest.
At the end of his shift George walked into the police department beaming.
"What are you so happy about?" asked a fellow rookie, Henry Doodlehimer.
"I made my first collar today." responded George with a grin.
And to this very day police officers across the country refer to arresting someone as 'Making a collar'