I remember when PC meant a Police Constable!
I loved the Famous Five, I wanted to be George and I'm sure Timmy started my life long love of dogs.
Ah yes, I remember those, too. And the respect (fear!) we had of a telling off from the local Bobby on his beat. He knew us all by name and our parents. We wouldn't dare misbehave when he was around!
Though, misbehaving in those days was pinching apples from the tree belonging to an old man who would shake his fist at us and that was more a dare for the overhanging ones than stripping the tree bare.