Word: patrol
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...niggers for a ride?" The response was less than enthusiastic. "All right," screamed Madge Lucas, "you take care of the cops, and I'll get those niggers in the car myself." At that point, four husky troopers closed in on her, dumped her without further ceremony into a patrol car, and lugged her off the scene...
...wonderment. From noon until the small hours of the morning, London's vast troop of trollops are busy as squirrels in the fashionable West End as well as in Limehouse. Many have regular stations. They throng four deep on the sidewalks under the bright lights of Piccadilly Circus, patrol Mayfair, Park Lane and-Bond Street with the lighthearted aplomb of 4-H members at a county fair. The attractions of prostitution in easygoing Britain are also luring large numbers of foreign women-French, German, Belgian, and a sprinkling of Negroes, mostly from the West Indies...
...rebel force harrying the Colomb-Béchar Express is only one of a number of Algerian guerrilla bands which have long operated in and out of neighboring Morocco and Tunisia. Last week on Algeria's eastern border, a patrol of the French Army's 26th Motorized Infantry Regiment, ambushed by a small band of Algerian guerrillas, chased its attackers 300 yards inside Tunisia. When Tunisian troops tried to intervene, the French killed six Tunisians as well as six Algerians. In response to an indignant protest from the Tunisian government, French Commander in Chief in Algeria, General Raoul...
...unsuccessfully tries to persuade Bourvil to hijack their load and be a black-marketeer himself, instead of a mere hauler. Says Gabin: "Then you will be forced to become a boss. See where dishonesty can lead?" Gabin continues to enjoy his larks even after a German patrol catches them in a no-porking zone. But Bourvil, marooned in the smallness of what he is, can only sweat in fear, await the Nazi punishment-and look ahead to a life spent carrying other people's suitcases...
Otherwise . . . In Kingston, Tenn., Cyclist J. B. Cook, booked for public drunkenness after a mile-long flight in which he wove in and out of traffic and pedaled hard to get away despite the patrol car's spotlight and siren, mumbled with chagrin: "There's a lot of play in these handle bars...