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Dates: during 1950-1959
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Lester Lanin, who has played for President Eisenhower's birthday balls and similar events, has set up shop in one corner of the quadrangular building, and his long-winded musicians stop but twice during the entire three-hour dance. My Fair Lady mingles with Pal Joey, white dinner jackets mix with black ones, red chemises mix with red jackets; but the lights blend all into violet. Some dance in the circle created by the shower curtain, while the jowly policeman at the door smiles benignly at the scene...

Author: By Richard N. Levy, | Title: Social Schism: Brown Spring Weekend | 5/2/1958 | See Source »

...corner, bundled like wet clothes and crowned with a cookie plate, a boneless, burnt-browed young man passed one reverent paw across his navel and blessed...

Author: By Alexander Kerensky, | Title: Lubricated Camaraderie | 5/1/1958 | See Source »

Kenneth Eugene Hager, 45, is a big (6 ft. 2 in., 240 Ibs.) cop who knows every lush, pimp and tart on "Sin Corner" in Charleston, W.Va., where he has been running them in for 20 years. Today he is Charleston's Policeman of the Month, but not for making arrests. Ken Hager's proud specialty is saving souls...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Religion: The Pastoral Policeman | 4/28/1958 | See Source »

...long ago he specialized in booze and brawling. On his way home from the Army in 1946, Ken stopped in at his favorite bar at Sin Corner-Summers Street and Kanawha Boulevard-and there he learned that both his father and brother had just died. He promptly went on a bender that could be heard for blocks. Back at his job on the force, he was suspended three times for drinking, improper conduct, breach of duty. "I was nothing but a bum in a policeman's uniform," he says. "I showed no mercy, no tolerance. My arrest tactics were...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Religion: The Pastoral Policeman | 4/28/1958 | See Source »

...Harnoncourt, director of Manhattan's Museum of Modern Art, rounded the corner of Fifth Avenue and 53rd Street shortly after noon one day last week and saw the most horrible sight a museum man can imagine. Smoke was pouring from his museum's shattered glass façade; firemen were scrambling up ladders, axes in hand. In the distance was the wail of more fire engines bucking Manhattan traffic to answer the three alarms signaling the worst museum fire in U.S. history...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Art: Nightmare at Noon | 4/28/1958 | See Source »

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