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Handsome Police Captain John G. Flynn had been questioned by the Brooklyn grand jury, presumably about gambling and police graft in his precinct. He had neither been indicted nor recalled for further examination. But one day last week, 49-year-old Captain Flynn, a World War I Navy veteran, showed up at his 68th Precinct Station, retired to his quarters and shot himself through the head. In a note which he left, he denied that his death had anything to do with gambling or money matters; he chose suicide, he wrote, because of "a lot of headaches in this precinct...
Machine-Tooled Welcome. Truman might be plain Harry Truman at the whistle stops, but he was also a veteran machine politician who could appraise well-organized enthusiasm with a practiced eye. Chicago's Democratic machine-an oldfashioned, well-oiled affair in whose disciplined ranks a precinct captain is a failure unless he can predict his total within a couple of votes-was supposed to organize it down to the last cheer...
...left them sulky and more demoralized than they liked to admit. They recognized that the 1950 elections were important to them, but they were not talking like men who expected to win. They had none of the bounce of Democratic Boss Bill Boyle, who was busy rounding up precinct workers, doorbell ringers and babysitters, and talking as if his only problem was overconfidence ("We'll run scared," he said...
...news hit the headlines with a crash like a brickbat sailing through a precinct station window. Britain's refusal to grant Irish unity was an understandably serious problem to the Irish-but should it be allowed to split the two principal allies in the cold war? Ireland's Prime Minister John Costello applauded Fogarty heartily and said a few statesmanlike words about "free peoples of the world" and England's "great wrong." Somebody fired off a bomb in Belfast (a small one which only injured one policeman). But a great many earnest U.S. citizens shredded their morning...
Somebody dubbed the little group "The Flying Squadrons." They move throughout the city on a sound truck and alight upon precinct after precinct, ringing individual doorbells and selling their candidate to whoever answers. They are all well-trained and courtcous; as students, they figure it is their business to know the questions that people might ask, and to be prepared to answer them...