Over New York City's far-flung police teletype system one night last week clicked a strange order. Each & every New York policeman was directed to constitute himself a censor, see that 59 proscribed magazines were henceforth neither exhibited nor sold in the 2.000 licensed newsstands on the city streets.
Save for the conscientious Nudist, the forbidden publications were all smut sheets, compendiums of "art studies'' bearing such titles as Wild Cherries, Cupid's Capers, Hollywood Squawks. Heretofore the sale of questionable magazines in New York has been combated with the vague threat of criminal prosecution. But austere little Mayor La Guardia...
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