Word: london
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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When crime looms in London there is but one thing to do?report to Scotland Yard. As any reader of the best detective fiction knows, the "C. I. D." (Criminal Investigation Department) will unravel the knottiest mystery in the shortest possible time. In fiction there is usually an amateur on hand to simplify the C. I. D.'s work. In actuality, for many a long year, the master mind of Scotland Yard, the prototype of Sherlock Holmes, a sleuth in no need of amateur assistance, has been Chief Constable Frederick Wensley, a real super-detective credited with solving more murders...
...Chief Constable Wensley has been on the Force for 42 years. He joined it as an ordinary "bobby." He has left his mark upon the Chinese dens of Limehouse. the anarchists' haunts and crime slums of Shoreditch, Hackney. Wapping. There he learned to be fearless while carrying no gun (London "bobbies," the world's best, are forbidden firearms). From the very first he saw excitement. In 1888 the Whitechapel District of London was being terrorized by the murders of "Jack the Ripper." Suddenly in a great crowd of people a child or a young girl would be found murdered...
...popularity of his naval reductions conferences (see col. 1), U. S. Ambassador Charles Gates Dawes, after four years in the seclusion of the U. S. Vice-Presidency, continued to create publicity for Disarmament and himself. ¶ He talked some more about why he will serve no alcoholics in his London embassy: "I never made it a practice to serve liquor in my home in the States, and see no reason to change now." Other U. S. diplomats abroad wondered what all the excitement was about. Alcoholics are never served in the American Embassy at Oslo or Copenhagen, while most...
...sarcasm of the U. S. press by reverting to them in 1921, has a U. S. Ambassador to England failed to wear silk knee-breeches to Court. Ambassador Dawes, Chicago hustler, went in his none-too-neat dress suit with long trousers. Next day he read with relish in London's conservative Morning Post...
...moist about his neck. A black cocked hat sat strangely above his shaggy, quizzical eyebrows. The usually cool and comfortable philosopher of the Labor movement who was for seven years an M. P. in the House of Commons, a member of the faculty of the University of London and is now for the second time a British Cabinet Minister, fidgeted nervously between his sponsors, Lord Parmoor and Lord Ashfield, who introduced him to the assembled Peers. After his sponsors he quickly mumbled the Peers' oath into his beard, was glad to start back to his seat. His nervousness...