In consequence we received scores of complaints from persons before whose doors dead horses had remained, festering in the heat, for two or three days.

One irascible man sent us furious denunciations, until we were at last able to send a big dray to drag away the horse that lay dead before his shop door.

The huge dray already contained eleven other dead horses, and when it reached this particular door it broke down, and it was hours before it could be moved.

The unfortunate man who had thus been cursed with a granted wish closed his doors in despair and wrote us a final pathetic letter in which he requested us to remove either the horses or his shop, he didn't care which.
I have spoken before of my experience with the tenement-house cigar factory law which the highest court of New York State declared unconstitutional.

My experience in the Police Department taught me that not a few of the worst tenement-houses were owned by wealthy individuals, who hired the best and most expensive lawyers to persuade the courts that it was "unconstitutional" to insist on the betterment of conditions.