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Downtown in the convivial warmth of Canon City's Elks Club, barrel-shaped Warden Roy Best bull-roared with the boys and waited for his dinner. It was a nasty night outside. Snow swirled heavily about the high, menacing walls of Roy's place of business, the Colorado State Penitentiary, on the edge of town. On the grey stone towers, guards paced uneasily and strained to see through the swirling blizzard...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: COLORADO: Trouble in Little Siberia | 1/12/1948 | See Source »

...time was 4:50 p.m. The 1,200 prisoners had finished supper. In Cell Block No. 6, known as Little Siberia, where Warden Best keeps the toughest 232 of his charges, a guard stepped out on a routine cell check. Suddenly, he was cracked over the head with an iron...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: COLORADO: Trouble in Little Siberia | 1/12/1948 | See Source »

...California game warden brought home the biggest bag of the 1947 duck season: Cinemactors Clark Gable, Frank Morgan and Johnny Mack Brown. The warden said that he had caught Morgan with 13 dead ducks, Brown with 16; but He-Man Gable had been staggering along with 25 (21 above the legal limit). Nonsense, Gable huffed, he had not shot a single duck. After consultation with an M-G-M lawyer, the warden decided that, on recount, Gable had really shot only six. With everybody (except the ducks) feeling better, the party was fined $200 apiece...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: People: Thoughts for Today | 1/12/1948 | See Source »

...horse bettor, dog racing is evidence that man will bet on anything that moves-be it kangaroos, chimpanzees or jumping frogs. Certainly a dog track is no place to admire the look of a dog: his face is wrapped in a muzzle that looks something like an air-raid warden's mask. But dog racing is an $81 million-a-year business in Florida...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Sport: Dogs after Dark | 12/29/1947 | See Source »

Deer hunters blunderbuss their way through the woods these days bagging an occasional stag, a whiskey flask, and if lucky, a good-natured game warden. But now that athletics have moved indoors, the green felt of the amateur croupier slowly substitutes for the paler verdure of the gridiron, and cards again become the preoccupation of informal undergraduate sports...

Author: By Richard W. Wallach, | Title: Egg In Your Beer | 12/1/1947 | See Source »

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