Word: cops
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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They roared into action when a police radio squawked "QK-7554"-the license number of an oncoming Corvair. "It's a hit!" chortled one cop. "I've got the warrant!" shouted another. The cops flagged down the Corvair, flashed their warrant and arrested the driver-Gloria Placente, 34, a bewildered blonde housewife headed for the beach. Triumphantly, the cops explained their gimmick: a computer miles away had just squealed that Mrs. Placente had neglected to answer a summons after she ran a red light 16 months...
William Parker, a 63-year-old native of Lead, S. Dak., is a crusty cop who neither drinks nor smokes, is married to a former policewoman, and lives in a modest suburban home protected by a massive chain-link fence. He joined the L.A. police force 38 years ago, won a law degree by studying nights and, though little liked by less austere fellow officers, rose rapidly. Parker was appointed chief in 1950. In a traditionally precarious post−the average tenure of his predecessors was 18 months−Parker has lasted 15 years, and made the Los Angeles Police...
...Wilkins, after giving the whites their lumps for "keeping the screws on," writes: "We will have ghetto upheavals until the Negro community itself, through the channels that societies have fashioned since tribal beginnings, takes firm charge of its destiny. Not its destiny vis-a-vis a cop on the beat, but its destiny in the world of adults...
...waved her off the road. "But, officer, I couldn't have been speeding," she protested. "My car won't go over 55." Her car was a 1929 Model A Ford. After running his hand along the car's fender and glancing under the running board, the cop replied: "I know that, lady. I'm leaving for Dearborn in my A tomorrow, and I just wanted to see what the competition will be." Both were heading for the annual convention of the Model A Restorers Club, which ended last week. As it turned out, the competition...
...1910s, when peddlers on horse-drawn carts began to ladle out vanilla at 15? a pailful, the traveling ice cream man has been an American folk hero. To the young, he has become better known than the fire chief, more welcome than the mailman, more respected than the corner cop. Once, when a Larchmont, N.Y., Good Humor man switched routes, 500 neighborhood tots signed a petition for his return...