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...plot, such as it is, revolves around a bunch of Chicago hoods, some imported Parisian prostitutes and a precinct's worth of incompetent cops. A love interest is thrown in between the head cop and the chief poule, but all this subplot produces are some melodic but agonizingly uninteresting love songs. Each of the three groups of characters has amusing ensemble bits: the prostitutes form an amazingly synchronized kickline, and the hoods have a funny song about the Apalachin Assassination Association...
Over her corpse, her husband Mike, a cop turned lawyer, writhed in a manner to make Orson Welles's Macbeth or Olivier's Heathcliffe seem studies in understatement. Only a few days before, it had been revealed that little Laurie Ann. the Karrs' tot, was suffering from a hitherto unknown disease called paranucleosis, and couid be snatched from death only by miracle brain surgery. Alas, the master surgeon had hung up his trephining kit; his nerves had been shattered since his own daughter died under his scalpel...
...things considered, the lot of New York City Police Commissioner Stephen Patrick Kennedy has been tough and not particularly happy. An up-from-the-ranks cop with the personality of a blunt instrument (TIME Cover, July 7, 1958), Steve Kennedy had to run an understaffed, underpaid army of 24,000 men, many of them good, some of them not, most of them as contentious as only a New Yorker -and a uniformed one at that-can be. Stubborn, straight as a pistol shot, he worked relentlessly for 5½ years to instill honesty, discipline and a sense of pride...
...called a midnight press conference, declared bitterly that he was quitting because of Wagner's "inertia, indecision and drift." He cleaned out his desk, patted his .38-cal. Police Special, and walked out of headquarters with his eyes glistening. The mayor was ready with a successor, an oldtime cop and Kennedy protégé with a fine record, Chief Inspector Michael J. Murphy, 47. Few of Kennedy's friends could fault Bob Wagner. Taking one consideration with another, he had been a long time in applying the kind of iron that Steve Kennedy made a golden rule...
...speech, Stevenson was interrupted by wild screams coming from the visitors' gallery. As Stevenson stopped and stared, some 60 Negroes burst into the gallery, scrambled down the aisle shouting "Lumumba!'' flailed wildly at the astonished guards. One woman, shrieking like a banshee, laid out a cop with a skull blow from her spike-heel shoe. It took 15 minutes to drag the screaming, kicking demonstrators outside, where they continued their demonstration on the sidewalk. Some may have been Communist, but most were merely excited members of Manhattan Negro factions. But the Communists lost no time in exploiting...