Deadlier than the male?

The wife of a truck driver at White Rose Frozen food — where Don Nagle, karate expert and Jersey City Police officer had a part-time job — drank in my father’s tavern on Henderson St. and in the bar down the block on Grove St. One day, displaying wear and tear, she bounced into my father’s bar. I asked her what had happened. It seemed that she’d caused some sort of ruckus in the other dive and the police had been called. Probably knowing that her husband was a local guy and so not wanting to place the woman under arrest, the uniformed cops took her to St. Lucy’s Church, where it turns out Don Nagle had a secret office. Don was there with a few undercover police. The woman told him that she wanted to leave. Don told here that she was going to stay there until her husband retrieved her. She then spontaneously launched an attack on Don Nagle, grabbing him by the hair. The other police jumped up to pull her off of Don. In the ensuing melee, she escaped and proceeded to the Tunnel Bar for R&R.