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...grimmer '30s, dachas were for exclusive colonies of the favored elite-commissars, scientists, writers, composers. But now the government complains of creeping free enterprise, and accuses crooked officials of ignoring zoning regulations to help "speculators" turn Moscow's green environs into building lots...
Kennedy's treat-'em-rough school of police enforcement may cause "New York's Battle of the Streets" to become even grimmer than it is at present: total war between zip-gun toters and club-swinging police, with the innocent citizen in the middle of it all. The man in blue should not just be a faceless, gun-slinging symbol of an aloof society; antagonism can only beget hate and make the accomplishment of police duties that much more difficult...
...strike of the Teamsters (TIME, June 23) that bottled up the Inquirer's distribution, the Guild grimly put pressure on the defectors. Soundtrucks, parked near their homes, blared: "Your neighbor is a scab. He has sold 650 striking co-workers down the river." Pressure of a still grimmer kind was applied to Inquirer Movie Critic Mildred Martin, widow of Newsman Linton Martin. She got one phone call from a man who said: "This is Linton. Come down and see me soon...
...opened the regular weekly session of the West German Cabinet, Chancellor Konrad Adenauer's unsmiling face was grimmer than ever. "Meine Herren," he began, "we have a very serious development for the world. For the good of everyone we must hope that President Eisenhower recovers quickly." Said a Frenchman: "My God, first it was the Sputniks, and now this. It looks as if God is on the wrong side...
...poet who goes in for grimmer kicks than limericks is the hero of another Music story-The Cool, Cool Bards. Kenneth Rexroth has started an unshaven love affair between verse and jazz, and it is proliferating like a weird crop of mushrooms throughout San Francisco jazz joints. Mushiest of the mushrooms is a poem entitled Thou Shalt Not Kill, a lengthy dirge for hordes of long-lost poets who somehow strayed from their vocation. In it, among other things, Rexroth asks dolefully: "How many stopped writing at 30? How many went to work for TIME?" By latest count there...