– A 100 Year Start On Tomorrow
Once the Irish introduced home rule in 1912, Henry Flattery packed up his old kit bag to set sail from Cork to New York. His 17th birthday was coming up and he wanted to celebrate it at sea. In anticipation of what lay ahead and in deference to what he was leaving behind, the good lad went to confession. As the other parishioners knelt in the pews, nervously kneading their rosaries in silence, young Heni stepped into the box and insisted on getting his money’s worth.
The Titanic had left by the time he got out.
Thus, Henry Flattery’s penance began on the Laconia – just in time to see the moon pass between the sun and himself.
The RMS Titanic departs from Cork.
Henry observes 17th birthday at sea.
Henry gets a job.
No Irish Need Apply
Starting as a bicycle cop whose job it was to ticket reckless buggy drivers and overparked carriages, Henry Flattery grew to be one of the most respected members of the New York Police Department, a captain who participated in over 200 investigations and who retired in 1952 with the distinction of being one of the few top officers admitted to the Police Honor League. The high points in the lives of most retired men have to do with successful business deals, with acquaintanceship with celebrities, with the creation of works of art. Captain Henry Flattery’s memories are studded with anecdotes involving the round-up of infamous bandit gangs, the capture of homicidal maniacs, the bluffing out of telephoned kidnap threats. The big names that are noted in his book won their notoriety through the questionable channels of thievery, murder, forgery and arson.
Upon retirement, Henry became a security officer in one of New York City’s leading hotels, and has known more excitement, experienced more adventures and had more close brushes with death than most men will ever read of. — Front Page Detective, October, 1955
All classes in proportion to their lack of travel and familiarity with foreign literature are bellicose, prejudiced against foreigners, fond of fighting as a cruel sport — in short, dog-like in their notions of foreign policy.
Flattery Gets You…
Together, folded by the night, they lay on earth. I hear
From far her low word breathe on my breaking brain.
Come! I yield. Bend deeper upon me! I am here.
Subduer, do not leave me! Only joy, only anguish,
Take me, save me, soothe me, O spare me!