MY SECRET LIFE WITH J. EDGAR HOOVER, shrilled the red headlines across the front page of the evening New York Post (circ. 351,700). On Page 3, beneath a black version of the same incendiary invitation, were pictures of the principals involved: the director of the Federal Bureau of Investigation, a bachelor and a pudgy 64, and four-times-wed Post Publisher Dorothy Scruff, a slim 56. But anyone who swallowed the Post's heavily scented lure last week in the hope of finding a spicy journalistic feast was doomed to disappointment. The flavor was all in...
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