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Maybe one of the reasons the place is so unattractive is the way they study the stranger. On the second day, in the car, one of my cop chums turned to me and said: "You're German, aren't you?" "No," I said. "I'm Irish-English." "Well, what about your middle name?" he said. "You mean 'Goetz?' " I asked. "Yes." So I said I had just a little German in me, and remembered that the only place my middle name appeared was on my passport (I had not used it on my tourist card...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: DOMINICAN REPUBLIC: Visitor in Trujillolcmd | 5/25/1959 | See Source »

Generally, Feiffer takes an optimistic view towards people. "They're apathetic about everything, but they're coming out of it. Everyone seems to have one prime desire in life, that's to cop out." He doesn't see himself as part of the beat or silent generation because, as he says, "I don't identify myself with any generation. I sometimes have enough trouble identifying myself...

Author: By Richard E. Ashcraft, | Title: Confessions of a Cockeyed Artist | 5/12/1959 | See Source »

...plot, Jean Gabin is the element which makes Sin as successful as it is. The part of Insepctor Gallet is tailor made for the smooth, stony-faced Gabin, and he plays it to perfection, although a bit differently from the way Dostoevsky probably envisioned it. Gabin is the cever cop par excellence, and in the manner familiar to anyone who saw Inspecteur Maigret or Razzia, he steals the show...

Author: By Frederick W. Byron jr., | Title: The Most Dangerous Sin | 5/4/1959 | See Source »

...switched on his lights, joined a funeral procession, rolled steadily through red lights, eventually tried to turn into a side street, heard the voice of the law behind him ("Hey, buddy. Back in line. You joined the procession. Now stay in it"), ended up in the cemetery, where the cop made him stay for the services...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Miscellany, Apr. 27, 1959 | 4/27/1959 | See Source »

...protege, a baby-faced Army private named Johnny Sloan, 23. The defending champion, Sloan can curve and whistle a handball like a major-league pitcher. Before entering the Army, he worked for Kendler in Chicago. In the U.S.H.A. finals against Bob Brady, 36, a fireballing San Francisco cop, Private Sloan was at the peak of his methodical, calm game ("I'm a controlled kill player"), won going away (21-20, 21-9) to become indisputably the nation's handiest handballer...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Sport: Off the Front Wall | 4/20/1959 | See Source »

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