The photo shows the headquarters of the Salvation Army at 930 Pennsylvania Street NW. Helping to identify the location is Whipps School of Scientific Boxing next door run by William Roy Whipp (1892 - 1992). He died on the day after his 100th birthday.

Whipp opened his school while the troops were demobilizing from WWI. He volunteered to teach men to fight (box) during the days before they went overseas. He received no payment for his services. He opened up his school in January, 1919 while the troops were demobilizing. By this time Whipp was a former South Atlantic light-weight champion. Since he was deaf in his right ear he was considered not fit for service. After the war he began to train soldiers to box at Fort Myers, Virginia, and in 1922 his squad of boxers won four of five titles in a single night (they didn't compete that night in the fifth weight class).

His school seems to have existed from 1919 - 1922, but he remained involved in physical training nearly his whole life. There are photos of him in the Library of Congress photo collection here and here.

He was also a boxing coach for the Maryland Terrapins boxing team in 1930-1931, but they did not fare well during the season.

"William Whipp's career began as a trainer to the boxer Jack Dempsey in 1919, before his championship match with Jess Willard. During the 1920s and 1930s Whipp worked as a sports columnist for the Hearst newspapers and the Washington Star. During the 1950s, William Whipp hosted one of the area's first television fitness shows, as well as hosting radio health programs. After 51 years as physical director of the University Club, Whipp retired at the age of 81. At the age of 100, William Whipp died in 1992 (Washington Journal, 4 March 1992)" Source: Maryland Historic Trust document here.

I didn’t see the face looking out the broken plastic window until I went to the full view. He kind of surprised me.

Did they have plastic windows in the canvas tops of the day?

[Isinglass, celluloid, etc. - Dave]

"You know why I pulled you over, don't you? You're suspected of toting Sanka into a Starbucks area. I'm just going to have a taste to be sure."

The guy with his face sticking through the window in the back might want some coffee and salvation too.

I guess it's coffee and no doughnut, due to that "thrift" thing. Last Thursday, after three days of resistance broke down, I went and got two dozen at the much-too-close Winchell's, right at sunrise. When I got home, I found a sheriff's car in my driveway. I wondered that maybe a neighbor didn't like my new cabana or the feral cat I feed, but it turned out the deputy had a subpoena for me to appear as witness in an upcoming homicide trial, which I'm happy to do. After our friendly discussion, I returned to my car to get the two big boxes of doughnuts and felt positively guilty I'd not offered the deputy one or more for breakfast. I wonder if that coffee's as thrifty as mine? I save on the coffee by buying generic so I can have the doughnuts. In any event, I bet that coffee wasn't hot for very long.

I see the coffee man in the back

If I ran into that officer on the street today, I'd swear he was my brother!

That face in the broken rear window is creepy.

Apparently, their plan did not include dental.

Or at least brothers.

Pssst ... in the back seat.