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The inveigle of easy women al around made me a spy and treasonist to my country"Sex Lead Me To Communism"fromMan to ManVol. 2, no. 2, 1951SEX, womans most resistless weapon through the ages for the domination of the male, has proven mavin of the most successful and insidious devices in the secret arsenal of the Communists to put down their unsavory army of spies, saboteurs and disruptionists in the grimly declared war on the United States and all decent mankind. In the relentless effort of the Kremlin to modus operandi the whole world into faceless slaves in order that "The International Soviet shall be the human race," as their official song, The Internationale, declares, there is no prize or conscience, and promiscuity is the rule, not the exception. The only vice the Reds frown, upon is drinking I know, because I was one of those witless persons who fell into the mantrap set by the modern Delilabs who follow the Party line. They stopped at nothing--absolutely nothing--in order to rent their fellow Americans into the great conspiracy to subjugate, and later to liquidate, every human macrocosm who does not deify the unholy trinity of Marx, Lenin and Stalin. First came Sonia, with her full, cherry lips and her brown, limpid eyes. She was a secretary, a graduate of a womans college and as unscrupulous a little witch as ever shook her clenched fist at a passing flag of her country or stuck a pin into a patrolmans horse. Next came Margie, a full-bosomed redhead, a refreshing comer from England and an expert dress designer. She had made it her life work to lure men into Communism. consequently Mildred, a honey blonde with a Vassar degree. She was the jolly and sophisticated type on the surface, but underneath she was deadly weighty about her radical beliefs. She had a cozy apartment and seemingly ken of money. She liked to discuss the social significance of Shakespeare over cocktails and make converts to the "cause." Then Terr y, Betty and several others whose names I have forgotten. And lastly, Gladys, a bankers daughter who had moderate away from home, landed in New Yorks Greenwich Village and become the most radical of all the Communist girls I met. Talk about expel love This was really something. You tired of one, and there was always another at your beck and call. No Turk could boast a more variegated harem.