I love, love, love reading old newspaper articles. Especially the small local ones – news sure did get around!  Even without Facebook, Twitter, Instagram, etc everyone seemed to know what was going on in town!

This afternoon I was browsing around one of my favorites websites . It is an absolute treasure for genealogy and I am indebted to them for the amount of information I have been able to find.  The following article caught my eye because it is about a Reardon and a McGee – my married and maiden names!  It is from Long Island in 1937 on what was obviously a slow new day.  Neither one of the people are from our family tree – but I think the writer really captures the spirit of the thing…


Resourceful   Patrolman McGee Shows Vamps How It Is Done Patrolman  Thomas  McGee, animal expert  and general  rescuer of the Garden City police department,  joined with Fireman   Jake  Reardon,   a  member of the   village’s   paid  force,   to  write  a new chapter in  the  natural   history of the community   last   night.   With  a butterfly net, an  aptitude for  “shinnying,” a desire for  quiet and a love for vociferous dumb animals, Fireman Reardon and Patrolman McGee rescued two distressed felines from the  branches of  tall trees.   McGee   On   Hand   At 6:30  o’clock,  Robert  H. Harrower   called   fire headquarters to inform  the vamps  that   a  cat  was   squalling   in the  branches   of  a  tree   right outside  their  door.   Reardon,    together with  two  other   fire  addies,  Edward  Gorry and Karl Herrnkind,  grabbed  ladders,  hooks,  ropes  and  other  paraphernalia,  and sped to the  tree,  ten  feet  from the firehouse  door.  Patrolman   McGee,  who   once distinguished himself  by pulling  a disheveled cat   from   between    the    walls   of   a    house, and more recently,   rescued a   brood  of squirrels from   an   unused   furnace,   got   to   the   tree  later,   but  he brought  the   equipment   which   bagged  the cat. McGee bore a huge butterfly   net   as   he   walked to the   rescue.  Silently, he handed it to Reardon.    Reardon  climbed    the tree.  The cat   hunched its back and spat.    Reardon crept nearer.  The   cat   backed   away.  Reardon slid out on a feeble limb.   The cat perched at the end of the branch.  One sweep of the net, and the cat was caught. McGee walked   back to the stationhouse to receive the plaudits of  his  fellow cops  with  the  assurance of a man who has done similar  great  things   in  the  past.  Reardon and his fellow-firemen retired to the firehouse. About four   hours   later, Harry E. Maule of 108 Arthur Street  called police and told of a second cat squalling its fear in the   topmost limb of a tall tree near his house. Reardon, McGee, the   ladders and the net once more went bounding to the rescue.  This time experience proved its worth and the cat was down in a flash. The only fly in Reardon’s and McGee’s ointment late last night was the rumor of  the fatal effects of their rescues started when a third resident of the village reported a dead cat lying in   the street at Rockaway road and First street.  Village employees took the corpse away, without waiting for the autopsy which might have cleared Reardon and McGee.

Fireman and Cop Rescue Two Cats. (1937, January 13). The Nassau Daily Review, p. 3. Retrieved August 14, 2016, from