From a distance this sure looks a Wirt and Greg from Over the Garden Wall (which I've been rewatching like crazy lately), but it's not. It's a couple of Star Wars guys. Easy mistake, nobody will hold it against you.
Who knows what evil lurks in the hearts of men? T.R. Knows!
When Theodore Roosevelt became police commissioner of New York in 1895, the NYPD was its most dangerous and powerful criminal enterprise. An organized brutal shakedown ring, the captains had a hand in most of the city’s illegal operations. Determined to clean up the corruption, Roosevelt did exactly what Commissioner Gordon did when he took over Gotham City’s corrupt police force: he put on a black cape, patrolled the most dangerous parts of the city at midnight, and used his great physical strength, expertise in martial arts, and detective skills to personally deliver wrongdoers to justice.
Wait, no, Gordon didn’t do that. Batman did.
And so did Theodore Roosevelt.
Roosevelt’s initial attempts to have corrupt policemen indicted were failures. Most of the judges were Tammany Hall appointees in the pockets of police bosses like “Clubber” Williams and Big Bill Devery, and these judges refused to bring charges against any officers on the word of meager citizens. The only way Roosevelt could clear out the worst apples was if he caught them red-handed.
And so TR took on a new strategy. Dressed in a black cape and a large-brimmed slouch hat pulled low over his face, he would make his own patrols, hiding in the shadows of the metropolis’s seediest alleys while tracking some of the more notorious crooks on the police force. When he caught one selling booze or opium, availing himself of service bribes at one of the many brothels that kept young women imprisoned, or extorting money from a shopkeeper, TR would spring forth, chase down his subordinate, tackle and subdue him, and personally deliver him to the courthouse to lay charges against him as an unimpeachable witness.
Once the more brazen offenders had been stripped of their badges, Roosevelt dispensed with the theatrical costume and the judo and began simply patrolling the beats of his officers to make sure that they were at their posts, diligent in their upkeep of the law, and, above all, courteous to the citizens under their protection (this last being a truly revolutionary concept at the time).
Their faces gaunt, the eyes were blurred, their shirts all soaked with sweat
They're ridin' hard to catch that heard but they ain't caught 'em yet
For they've got to ride forever on that range up in the sky
On horses snortin' fire
As they ride on hear their cry