TV Guide (October 16, 1954)

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sands of pawnshops and a fine view of the Hudson. Here Duhan investigated a burglary, put in two hours in the rogues’ gallery, another in court, testi¬ fied before a grand jury, ordered a grilled cheese sandwich, investi¬ gated a stabbing, a stick-up and an assault charge, picked up a bookie and a gal charged with stealing a watch, and went out to track a stolen car. At 6 P.M., having nabbed a suspect in the stabbing, wormed a confession from the stick-up man and found the stolen car, he returned to the station house, phoned his wife Ruth that he’d be late for dinner, and sent out for another sandwich—pastrami on rye. Duhan, in short, wasn’t having the excitement of a Joe Friday, a Rocky King or a Plainclothesman. This is because, unlike Rocky, Joe or the rest of them, Detective Duhan has never had a gun pulled on him. He also has never been slugged with a length of pipe, pistol-whipped, kicked in the stomach or even punched in the mouth. Indeed, since becom¬ ing a detective in 1952, he has never even fired his own gun, a .38 caliber Smith and Weston revolver. So, for his kicks, Duhan tunes in on the capers of the TV cops. At night, after toiling over dozens of routine investigations, he likes to sit before the screen and twirl the magic dials. One of his favorite pro¬ grams is I Am the Law. “In this one,” says Duhan, “George Raft is a cop who is always hopping a plane to chase a criminal to Mexico City, Tan- giers or Little America. Me? I got to get the inspector’s permission to cross George Washington Bridge.” Joe Friday: too good to be true. “Also,” says Duhan, “Raft won’t take any nonsense from his boss. I’ve often heard him tell the inspector to drop dead. Me? If I tried that, I’d be pounding a beat in Canarsie in five minutes.” The trouble with Dragnet, in Du- han’s opinion, is that it is too good. And Joe Friday is the prototype of all detectives and of course, no single de¬ tective is cast in a perfect mold. “That know-it-all wouldn’t last a week on the New York Force,” says Duhan. Rocky King is another show with a wholesome ring of authenticity to it. But the thing Duhan likes most about Rocky is the way he fouls him¬ self up. “When Rocky pulls a rock, I right away start pulling for Rocky.” But there’s one thing that annoys Duhan. “When I get finished with my stint,” he says, enviously, “I still have to fill out a barrelful of forms on each case. You never see those lazy TV cops fill out any forms!” 9