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zine, etc. but nothing in anyway off color. They asked me many ques- tions about cross dressing and I told them and illustrated it with my scrap book material. So about 10 o'clock they called it off, thanked me for coming down and I thought all was cool and went home. But, the next afternoon at the office, I got a call from one of the inspectors again and he said that there were a couple of matters they had over- looked the night before and would I please come by the Hollywood station that afternoon. So I did. You have all seen spy movies where the Nazi interregator alternately offers a cigarette and cup of coffee to the man he is questioning and then slaps him or beats him or gets tough in some other way. Well, the night before was the good guy scene, as I found out on this second occasion. This time they got tough and accused me of all sorts of things, among which was being a homosexual and dealing in obscene material,etc. They told me that they wanted the post office box closed and the magazine discontinu- ed. I was flabbergasted because what had that to do with the supposedly obscene letter? I asked who his boss was and that I want- ed to appeal the matter. He said he was the final authority but if I wanted to make a statement to do so and to get it to him in three days.

I went home and spent several days composing a three or four page, single spaced, typed letter going into the whole field and the significance of the magazine and everything else, and mailed it to him. Nothing happened for about a month and I thought the whole matter was over. Then early one afternoon, this same inspector and a police officer appeared at my company office (I was president of my own manufacturing concern). I let them into my office and they gave me to understand that they wanted me to come downtown with them. I protested that I had business matters to attend to that afternoon but that I'd come down in the morning. No dice! It was now, period! I asked if I could then go out into the plant and give the people some instructions as to what to do while I was gone. They said "no", and just to be sure that I didn't try anything funny, they sat me down in a chair and handcuffed me to it. They then proceeded to take every drawer out of my desk and turn it upside down on the floor and generally ransacked the place. When I protested, they said they had the right to make a search of any premises where they arrested some- one. That was the first statement I had that I was under arrest and when I tried to find out what for, they said I'd find out downtown. So I hung my coat over my manacled hands and left the office.

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