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...When a royal commission in 1962 recommended continuation of this system, Commission Member A. L. Goodhart-an eminent U.S. jurist who was then Master of Oxford's University College-objected that a single, centrally controlled police network would be infinitely more efficient, and more democratic, than the "empty velvet glove" with which Britain is now trying to defeat organized crime. "The danger in a democracy," said he, "does not lie in a central police that is too strong but in local police forces that are too weak." In day-to-day police work, the lack of liaison between forces...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Great Britain: Bobbies in Trouble | 8/30/1963 | See Source »

...ready, Buddy Roberts maneuvered carefully around the towering fire coral, 25 feet under the ocean off Key West. His tiny quarry, a 1½-in. jewel fish, iridescent blue spots gleaming on the deeper velvet blue of its body, hesitated at the coral's edge; half a dozen gaudy parrot fish cruised along the ocean bottom, crunching and chittering as they fed. Cautiously, Roberts extended his gun toward the jewel fish, then quickly pulled the plunger, sucking his victim through the transparent barrel and down into the holding chamber below...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Hobbies: Come Feed My Trigger Fish | 8/30/1963 | See Source »

Nothing Wrong? Gradually, under punishing attack from velvet-voiced Defense Counsel James Burge, her coolly elegant façade began to crumble. Toward the end of her testimony, a booing crowd outside the Old Bailey even hurled a couple of eggs in her direction. Mandy, by contrast, plainly relished every moment in the limelight. In her first few minutes of testimony, she said casually that she had made love to Lord Astor as well as Douglas Fairbanks Jr. (Both men later denied her claim.) To Burge's sardonic suggestion that she had only brought in Fairbanks' name...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Great Britain: Dial S for Squalor | 8/2/1963 | See Source »

Under a blue velvet sky of a summer's evening lies Los Angeles' broad La Cienega Boulevard, a street of restaurants in unearthly shapes, of neon in colors not known elsewhere, of low white buildings-a street, in sum, of vast self-assurance. Of all the streets in the endless palm-and-asphalt plains that stretch from Pasadena to Long Beach, this is where the Los Angeles art galleries cluster, and every Monday night a large crowd gathers to go to them. From all over come matrons out for culture, art students, kids on an inexpensive date...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Art: Monday Night on La Cienega | 7/26/1963 | See Source »

...course, a big two hours between Henry Moore and Billy Al, and just where the La Cienega crowd's values lie at closing time, no one can say. But it is certain that the crowd will be back on future Mondays, for art and people and that velvet sky make a subtle and charming combination...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Art: Monday Night on La Cienega | 7/26/1963 | See Source »

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