This is an edited version of what was a apology for unintentionally demoting your grandfather.
It occurred to me to check a few of my own books and I started with the official history of Leeds Police and what must surely be the same picture is there on page 63 with the caption Police Constable c. 1900 I believe the round emblem on his forearm is a merit badge issued by the Watch Committee and the chevron indicates length of service. I'll try to check when those emblems were discontinued. The badge on his collar is definitely a shield of the type in my earlier picture.
By the way, did you know that the new Millgarth has recently been demolished to make way for a car park? There's now a brand new nick on Elland Road pretty much on the site of the greyhound track as was. I wonder how long that will last?
Incidentally, that was where I made my first arrest on my own. As I've mentioned before somewhere, on my first week back from training centre I was on half nights. This meant working the first part of the shift with the group on late turn, before your own group paraded at 9-45pm. One night earlier in the week, there had been a report of a drunk laid out in Mario Street (just off Dewsbury Road in those days, now long demolished.) I was taken there to get my first bit of experience of dealing with drunks. At the weekend, still being "shown round" a more experienced PC was detailed for duty at the dog track, with me in tow to get the experience. Not wanting to be encumbered by li'l ole me, he gave me the slip. Almost immediately, the commissionaire from the track grabbed me to say there was somebody unconscious among the parked cars. No matter how inexperienced you are, there's no place to hide in police uniform so I went to investigate. With my brand new first aid certificate in my duty book wallet, I got down to check pulse etc., and was very relieved when the "unconscious" man swore at me. No radios then, of course, so I asked the commissionaire to ring for the van.
The van arrived PDQ driven by 578 Mick Evans with Sergeant 284 Henry I'Anson. Still frightened of my own shadow, never mind police sergeants, I began with an apology. Henry answered along the lines of "No need to apologise, young man. You're doing your job and now I'm doing mine." From then on in, I knew the procedure at the Bridewell having been down there earlier in the week.
Before dropping me off back at the dog track he commented that he would now be doing another part of his job: finding out why somebody who had been detailed to show me the ropes had left me to cope on my own.
In those days, drunks appeared at court in custody the following morning, and the arresting officer attended automatically. The prisoner's cash, if any, was noted on the magistrates' copy of the caution and charge form given to defendant and the magistrates thus had a way to avoid giving "time to pay" and a lot more bureaucracy. The system was that at the conclusion of the usually brief hearing, the "officer in the case" was given the "pay now" fine notice, took the defendant back to the Bridewell to collect their property and then back in the Town Hall to the Maggy Clerk's office (as we called it) to settle their fine. There were the inevitable delays while receipts were prepared and one lesson quickly learned by new PC's was that you could soon be left with a dozen or so fine notices + defendants when more experienced colleagues said "Look after this one for me" and scarpered. Anyway, it turned out that my drunk didn't even know he was in Leeds: he'd set out to celebrate in Selby with a bottle of whisky in his pocket and everything else was a blank until he'd been woken up to go to court.