Manhattan Game Warden (Nov, 1949)
Manhattan Game Warden
THE towering jungle of Manhattan’s skyscrapers is the last place in the world you’d look for a game warden. But for ten years now George Stamir has been prowling the Big City’s concrete canyons as a N. Y. State Game Protector. In a strictly noncamping business suit, Stamir patrols the streets from his office “camp” at 15 Maiden Lane—a spot that for 300 years has seen nothing wilder than a wilted white collar. He hasn’t caught a hunter bagging a buck in Times Square yet—but he does nab feather merchants for trafficking in eagle plumage and fish-market fishermen for selling small fry or baby clams.