No longer will the Black Muria screech around the corner of Brattle Street with its carloads of inebriates, no longer will the boys in blue climb the steps of the old red brick building on the corner, no longer will Colonel Apted's confreres inhabit Brattle square--gentlemen, pause in your labors to shed a tear for the vanishing past--the Brattle Street Police Station is shut.

In line with Mayor Russell's economy program, all Cambridge's forces of law and order are being centralized in Central Square. At present all records have been cleared out of the aged and decrepit cop-cage and no more men report there; one man only works in the musty interior taking care of the call-box reports, and as soon as wiring to Central Square is installed he too will be withdrawn, and the edifice left for a pussy-cat's hunting ground.