Action for Men, May 1960 — page 11: what you’re looking at

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NOTHING BUT THE TRUTH To the Editor: Although I read 1 Made The $500,000 Tangier Spain Contraband Run (ACTION FOR MEN, Mar.) with a great deal of interest and even fascination, I wonder whether it is really ethical for any newspaperman to go to such lengths to get a story. Wouldn’t it have been better for your author Clark Collins to report that a ship was leaving carrying con- traband material? The police could then have stepped in and confiscated the goods. After all, this black market material does the financial situation in Europe no good at all. Richard Lowenstein Brooklyn, New York > Well, it’s a tricky situation. If you re- member, in the story the contrabandistas did not inform Mr. Collins of the ship's destination, and until the ship actually landed, there was nothing illegal. Sec- ondly, smuggling is almost an honored profession in that part of the world, and the chance of it being stamped out by officials on the payroll are very slight. Mr. Collins has written the truth; if authorities wish to do anything about it, they can or cannot. The old newspaper- man’s slogan still holds: “Tell the truth and let the chips fall where they may.” POOR WHITE GOD To the Editor: I am ina position to verify the truth of We Found A Hidden Village Of Wild Inca Women (ACTION FOR MEN, Jan.). In the Kansas Penitentiary in the 30s I had as a cell mate the famous Indian high priest known as_ the “White God.” The White God told me all about the gold hoard described in your story. He said its total value was around 30 billion dollars. I thought it was only a fable, de- spite his absolute honesty in all other things and his devout faith in his re- ligion. However, I noticed that every time an Indian-supported candidate in some parts of South America runs for oftice he has fabulous and undisclosed financial backing. Also, in the great epidemic of 1956, expert medical men were flown in from all over the world. Again, finances were unlimited and their source unknown. I remember the White God saying, “T have billions at my disposal for the good of my people, but not one cent for my own use.” I thought that he was surely lying, but now I see that he spoke the truth. Congratulations for uncovering the secret. A Reader Iola, Kansas » We hate to be doubting Thomases, but sure as we are about the existence of the treasure described by our author, Anthony Phair, we wonder about the White God. What was he doing in the pokie? And isn’t 30 billion a little too much? You could elect an awful lot of politicians for that kind of loot. In the words of Eartha Kitt: beaucoup de loot. FIRST RATER OR TRAITOR? To the Editor: I just don’t get it. How could the British let Johnny Eppler live (Belly Dancer Spy Boat, ACTION FOR MEN, Mar.) ? This turncoat was responsible for the death of good English fighting men. You can bet your last farthing that the Jerries didn’t reciprocate at all. THE SQUAW K Box I thought shooting spies was com- mon practice. Why did they make him an exception ? Robert Lewis Monterey, Calf. » We think you have to distinguish be- tween a traitor and a spy before you ask that question. After all, Eppler was a German working for his country, right or wrong. As to the exact explanation, British Intelligence is quite mum on the subject. VERY FUNNY To the Editor: As I was reading The Laugh-It-Up Joy Girls At Hoaxer Hattie’s Place (ACTION FOR MEN, Mar.), I couldn’t help but think what a grade-A pain in the neck Harriet Wadlow must have been. What’s so funny about a practical joker ? Usually they spend their whole lives annoying people with stupid, inane antics, and get sore as hornets if anyone ever plays a prank on them. It never fails: they can dish it out, but they can’t take it. Really, she was as corny as a hot- foot or an exploding cigar. Give me the gracious madams like the Ever- leigh Sisters or Lulu White anytime. I wouldn’t set foot in her nutty estab- lishment if you paid me. Boy, what a card. I bet she used to cut off ties at parties and put a lamp- shade on her head and dance. Ugh. She revolts me. Bob Shelton Nex York, New York » Each to his own taste, Mr. Shelton. Gathering from her ever-growing and returning clientele, she had them rolling in the aisles. 11 GOMGIOOKSHEO