From the moment he walked into court to defend black-haired Judith Coplon (TIME. March 14) on charges of espionage, it was obvious that Attorney Archibald Palmer would do his best to turn drama into burlesque. In years of trying bankruptcy and miscellaneous claims cases in Manhattan, loudmouthed little Archie Palmer had learned every trick. Last week in Washington, he used them all.
He gauged the temper of mild, white-haired Federal Judge Albert L. Reeves with the eye of a mule trader sizing up a parson; after that he did everything but shoot off firecrackers under the judge's nose. He objected...
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