ture was the absence of quoting any scientific studies to back up his views-some more of which are:

"There are just as many, no more, no less statistically, female homosexuals as there are males." (Kinsey's statistics prove far, far less.)

-All homosexuals have a "seemingly unending desire for sexual gratification". (Kinsey's statistics prove we have sex less often. If the sexpot laurel with "seemingly unending desire" can be handed out, it sure is to heterosexuals!)

At least one fact had a bit of truth that Mr. Boggan gave his southern audience: "They seldom recognize color or racial barriers".

Well, they've blamed just about everything else onto us-VD, traitorism, etc.—now it's miscegnation! Suppose they're working up to blaming US for the exploding world's population? And maybe all those light colored Negroes in the south come from HOMOsexual promiscuity?

TWISTING KILTS AND A DELIGHTFUL DUTCHMAN:

A friend in Dundee, Scotland, Mr. W., writes that he "can add something" about that mad Writers' Conference at the last Edinburgh Festival. That Dutch writer who got up and said he was homosexual was very tall, blond, handsome, and altogether masculine," and "Another highlight was the treat of seeing kilted soldiers doing the twist by searchlight late at night to the accompaniment of a military band high in the ramparts of the castle."

Then another reader in London sends us an English magazine, ENCOUNTER, for Oct. '62, which has an article by co-editor Stephen Spender that calmly does something evidently no other publication dared do identifies that delightfully

one

frank Dutchman by name: Van Het Reve.

We haven't been able to unearth any writings or more info on this writer but, clearly, when the time comes for us to have an International Homophile Writers Conference, tall, blond, handsome, and altogether masculine Van Het Reve will be sent the first invitation.

TEA AND EMPATHY:

A 16-year-old London boy, a laborer, is picked up in the Strand by a 46-year-old man. They go have tea at the man's flat. Then he takes the boy to the movies. At 10 p.m. they return to the flat, the man asks the boy to stay the night. The boy refuses. The man puts his arms around the boy, who picks up a decanter and beats the man to death and flees.

Murder, you say? Not at all. It isn't even manslaughter?

The Old Bailey judge directed the jury to ignore a charge of murder against tall, dark and very handsome Laurence Somers. Then after the prosecution finished its case on the lesser charge of manslaughter, the judge said: "I cannot see how any jury properly directed on the evidence can fail to find there was provocation." The homosexual advances constituted "as clear a case of provocation as it is possible to have." What "the lad" did was "self-defense."

The boy went scot free after the judge told his mother to find work for him outside London because "There are many dangers in London for young lads."

The murdered man was George Brinham, a former chairman of the Labor Party. His version of what happened will never be known. The plain fact is that a murder was committed and the excuse given by the murderer was homosexual advanc-

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