Word: policemanly
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...group rushed Photographer Mydans. He stood his ground, snapped them, got cracked on the back of the neck.* Now the crowd realized it had been tricked out of seeing the U. S. Vice President-elect. In blind fury they charged the Embassy steps. A brawl ensued. A policeman by mistake slugged U. S. Naval Attaché for Air Commander Wallace M. Dillon on the crown with a blackjack. A bemused Mexican singled out huge, tough U. S. Military Attaché Lieut. Colonel Gordon H. McCoy to sock on the chin and was flattened by the colonel for his pains. There...
Night before Thanksgiving, Dubinsky dropped into the bar of the Hotel Roosevelt. Joseph Fay, who once was shot by a policeman, rose to become boss of building trade unions in New Jersey, was there before him. It was after midnight. Fay, according to witnesses and his later acknowledgment, had been drinking since 5 in the afternoon. Others in the bar included George E. Browne, president of the stage hands' union, 12th vice president of A. F. of L. Once charged with being the "front" for the Capone mob, Browne boasted among officials of his union Willie Bioff, convicted panderer...
...Marshal Hugh Montague, Viscount ("Boom") Trenchard, onetime chief of Scotland Yard. As he reached the corner, a bobby saluted cordially, informed him he had just walked over a time bomb. "Why didn't you stop me?" roared Lord Trenchard. "Oh, we recognized you, sir," replied the policeman...
...Alice Marble could play baseball as well as her brothers. She shagged flies after school for the slick San Francisco Seals. "Look here," said her brother Dan, a San Francisco policeman, "baseball is no game for a girl. Look at Helen Wills and Helen Jacobs. Why not lead the swell life they do-go round the world in style and just play a few tennis matches every day." Brother Dan bought his kid sister a racquet, shoved her off to Golden Gate Park's public courts...
...watch traffic along Cambridge Street. Down the hall in a library-common room another group smokes, reads Esquire and the New Yorker, occasionally studies. Off the kitchen, where a stoutish chap is raiding the refrigerator, the Bonfire Band struggles through "Smoke Gets in Your Eyes" in preparation for the policeman-fireman ball. And the impression that a firefighter's nine and one-half hour daily stint cannot be classified as labor is confirmed by long rows of cots in the second floor dormitory...