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J - Washington Scene Cc Where’s James? /\ 14 ALL THY TIME I was out slightly tarnished but suc: West on a Mort respite I did little else Bhan eat, sleep, swim, play the slot machines, and read Ian Fleming’s§ thrillers about the invincible British secret service agent. & IT became » brainwashed with the con- viction that nobody on earth could —_Dizen get ahead of M15, the real-life British counterpart of our CIA, to which Bond is fi tionally attached. I accepted as an article of faith that MI5, as typified so nobly by Agent Bond, would shoot, knife, bomb or seduce its .way out of any complica- tion, and that Britain's of- ficial secrets would remain chaste. This would mean th: ours would, too, because, ac- cording to Author Fleming, our FBI and CIA spil! every- thing they know to MIS. Sometimes I became a lit- tle concerned that Bond de- voted too much of his ener- Bies_to seducing beautiful young Warten whom he found Sea Sh Ut ay ) gun crews, germ warfare as- ceeded In cleaning up in the end. I feared this treadmill lovemaking might sap too much of his strength so he wouldn't be able to give his best to fights with machine- issins and giant octopi. But I resigned myself to ‘Bond having his little flings iso long as he always scored victory for our side—partic- ularly against SMERSH, which the author described ‘authoritatively as the murder. and torture apparatus of the Soviet secret police. j IN MY childish trust I never once doubted that it would always be SMASH for SMERSH If M15 was on the job. The only thing I couldn't understand was why the Rus- sian secret service didn’t get discouraged about stealing US-U.K. secrets and just } give up. Now I know why they didn’t. I am as disillusioned with M15 as Prime Minister Macmillan is reposted to be with H.A.R. (KimJ Philby, the diplomat—turned— journalist, whom Mac defended, only to have Philby defect to the Russians. Cc e By George Dixon The devastating disclosure has just come out that our WFBI and CIA have found the tight Httle island to be a giant sieve, woven out of old chool ties, Directors J. Edgar loover and John A. McCone believe the trouble is that MI5 is staffed with treacle- footed Old Boys from Harrow and Eton who couldn’t pene- trate the cover of a Soviet secret operative unless he handed them a calling card inscribed: “Kirsch from SMERSH.” THE ONLY thought I can partially console myself with is that the Magnificent Bond must have lost the decision in one of those rounds with a giant squid and been re- Placed with an Old Boy who is batting on a sticky wicket. Or, more plausible still, Bond may have finally been trapped into marriage by one of those sirens who kept a welcome mat from him out- side her boudoir—causing the mysterious chief of MI5, known only to Author Flem- ing as “M,” to decide the job called for an Old Boy long beyond the age of romance. © 1963, King Peatures 31 coe en The Washington Post and Times Herald New York Callahan onra fn (frbdes ———_—. Evans Gale Ro} siflias 2 — ave) —____ Trotter Tele Room Holmes Gandy As! The Washington Daily News The Evening Star Herald Tribune New York Joutnal-American —. New York Mirror New York Dally News New York Post The New The Work The New The Wall The Natt Date 65-6AO92 ce 191 JuL 23 1963 NOT RECORDED York Times er Leader Street Journal onal Observer