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Sore Winner

16 Aug 1998 12:00 pm

'So," says the Mayor, breaking his silence, "how was the hearing?"

"City Council?" asks the Police Commissioner. "The usual--a battle of wits with unarmed men." The alpha males of the Giuliani administration, seated helter-skelter about the Mayor's office, get a kick out of that one.

Silence again, as the Mayor continues reading. He is sunk low in his chair. Seated to his left is the Police Commissioner, the square-jawed Howard Safir, who sits erect, in the manner of Parris Island. The Mayor's men are jacketless, overweight and at ease. The Commissioner's men appear ready to salute.
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