The loneliest man in Hollywood last week was a onetime Manhattan juvenile court judge named Stephen S. Jackson. Staid, mild-mannered Judge Jackson, 51, was on "a very important mission" for Colorado's burly Senator Ed C. Johnson, a shocked and disillusioned Ingrid Bergman fan who was determined to improve Hollywood's morals by federal licensing of its players and producers (TIME, March 27). But Investigator Jackson had hardly settled into his small, bathless hotel room before a morally indignant Hollywood began peppering him with abuse.
Critics called him "snoop" and "transom-peeper." One starlet angrily...
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