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Mayor Riley is probably typical enough. He used to sell tires, found politics more fun, was elected mayor in 1940. He wears sailor straws ("boaters" in Britain), flashy double-breasted suits, a red-rosebud and an American Legion pin in his lapel. He likes clambakes, gag pictures and calling people by their first names. As mayor he is noisy, hard-working and efficient, should be a gaudy contrast to the traditional English mayor who should be efficient, hard-working but definitely not noisy...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: CITIES: Meet the Mayor | 9/13/1943 | See Source »

Early one morning last week FBI agents rapped sharply on the doors of five Detroit houses, made five arrests. Agents in New York boarded a freighter, made a sixth. Four of the prisoners-a countess, a fashionable doctor, a social worker, a sailor-looked to FBI like the shadiest spy ring yet rounded...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: ESPIONAGE: Story Book Reading | 9/6/1943 | See Source »

...Bertram Stuart Hoffman, 27, is a tall, spindly, none-too-brilliant ex-earmuff salesman, ex-U.S. sailor. Last March he joined the U.S. Merchant Marine and re ported to his Detroit pals (in simple cable code) on Allied convoy movements...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: ESPIONAGE: Story Book Reading | 9/6/1943 | See Source »

...North Africa came a sardonic, familiar voice, welcoming passers-by to the microphone: "Anybody here from out of town? Step on board, sailor. What's your name? . . . Boys, break it up and let this lovely vision come through. That's it, dear. What's your name?" New Yorkers who recalled his famed sidewalk interviews from Times Square ("Step up, brother, stop your mad rush to the grave") recognized the voice of brassy George Braidwood ("The Real") McCoy, radio buttonholer extraordinary (TIME, Oct. 21, 1940). They found out last week that Private McCoy was now playing...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Radio: The Sidewalks of North Africa | 8/16/1943 | See Source »

...After it had finished eating about forty helpings of fish it wandered through a door that was bad to go through because the cat, although very intelligent and handsome, was really just an Apprentice Seaman and didn't belong in the Officers' mess. But he was a lucky sailor, and he walked out unscathed, not even restricted from weekend liberty...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: Come to Kirkland, Where a Cat Can Walk With a King | 7/30/1943 | See Source »

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