Taken from the pages of the Warren and Barrington Gazette this week in 1912:
Dangerous train crossing
The high speed made by the consolidated trains over the South Main street crossing deserves timely warning. If one observes the speed of these trains as they jump recklessly over and through this most important highway of the compact part of the town he will wonder that they could for years continue this practice without meeting with one more or less disastrous “accident.” Perhaps the decapitation or electrocution of one end of the midnight suburban car by a freight the other night was only a hint of what might happen at the South Main street crossing where the conditions might contribute to a very different result. It is inconceivable at least that such reckless speed could for years be tolerated in any progressive community. It is not only menace to life but also destructive to property in this particular neighborhood where traffic is so continuous. There is one remedy, easily applied, for this condition, and that is the stopping of all trains at the crossing. Would any one question that had this rule been imperative, the other night at the North Main street crossing there would have been no accident which nearly caused the death of the unfortunate motorman.
Rough old Warren
Sunday evening a couple of young fellows from Fall River began an argument which ended when they started to mix it up, and officer Cronin reached the scene. They had gotten at it in good fashion. One of the pair had a much scratched face and a much bruised body, as the result of his companion’s blows. He did not lose his senses, though; and seeing a train pulling out for his home city jumped for it and was whisked out the way and out of sight. Witnesses pointed out the other of the twain and officer took him in, arresting him for reveling; and lugged him to the cell room at the town hall. But no one entered a complaint, no witnesses appeared and after a while, when he had come to his senses, he was released. This was Sunday night. Saturday night Policeman Cronin was also sent for, to go to the depot to put an end to a fracas at that place. He found Nicolo Panko near the station, at Child street; and he was furnishing amusement for a large crowd that had gathered. An attempt to rescue Panko resulted in lively times. He bit, scratched, laid down in the dirt. Patrolman Cronin sized up his man and in spite of the fight yanked him up and started him off. Panko resorted to the same tactics again and bystanders took a hand in assisting the officer. The cell door was slammed to, after the prisoner had been thrust within. But for a while he made the welkin ring. A special session of the court Sunday afternoon resulted in a fine of $3.00 and costs; all of which Nicolo paid in a very subdued manner.