the Authority and an attorney in order to get a liquor license. But graft is nothing new to the men appointed to control the morals of their fellow men, as readers of ONE Magazine could well testify. For a report on the liquor control in California see the ONE Institute Quarterly, number 8, in which evils. of the California Alcoholic Beverage Control board are described. Since then there has been a series of scandals in San Francisco in the ABC. It seems self-evident that any man who sets out to close bars merely because he doesn't like the people who gather there, is in character when he accepts bribes to allow the bar to remain open. If you can justify one act, you can justify the other.

A CAMPY COURT

The court room was a "gay" place as reported in the San Francisco Chronicle when Mrs. Sonja Moore, a shapely honey-blonde asked for a divorce from her husband because he left her for a man. He left her for her male hairdresser. (The lesson here is that a woman should never let her husband and hair-dresser meet; the thing "only her hair-dresser knows" may be her husband!) The defense tried to prove that Mrs. Moore was not as naive about the gay set as she wanted the judge to believe. "After all," said the husband's lady attorney, "didn't you give your husband a birthday party in the Gaslight Club, which is a gay bar?" The judge remarked that his own education had been lacking on this point. No report as to the outcome of the case.

"WHEN THE PARTY'S OVER" MARINE STYLE, SECOND CHAPTER

The Los Angeles Times has reported a case a bit unusual for its pages. The second slaying on Camp Pendleton (Oceanside, California between San Diego and Los

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Angeles) sentry post within five months brought loud protests of relatives who were not at all pleased at the inefficiency of the military and FBI in finding out the facts concerning the death. As any queen on Main Street can tell you, there are so many marines, sailors, airmen, and soldiers in bed with them on week-ends that now the military police are being stationed in Hollywood and Pershing Square to keep the "action" down, something not the Hollywood police, nor any group in history has been able to do. Marine Corps Private David F. Moran, like most of his fellow Marines, had taken to going with homosexuals, including John Marcellino Quatrano, 25, of Hollywood, and of bad character. The friendship came to a halt when Moran shot Quatrano, a civilian, in a telephone booth at remote Camp Margarita. With amazing disinterest the FBI reported the shooting as accidental, giving reasons which any tv watching, Dick Tracy reading sub-teen-ager of today would have known were untrue. The facts as reported in the Times are these. Moran said he accidently shot his gun while reaching in his pocket for a cigarette to give his friend Quatrano. Quatrano didn't smoke. Why, asked the relatives and many disinterested readers, did the Marine Corps allow Quatrano on the base after dark when visitor's passes expire at sunset? Why was Moran chatting with his friend when guard rules strictly forbid sentries to talk with anyone outside the line of duty? How could the gun fire "accidently" when Corps rules say a sentry's weapon an must have empty chamber under the hammer? The bolt must be pulled to shove a live round home and the safety released before it is ready to fire.

Quatrano had a police record as

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