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The lure of easy women almost made me a spy and traitor to my democracy"Sex Lead Me To Communism"from human beings to ManVol. 2, No. 2, 1951SEX, womans most resistless weapon through the ages for the domination of the male, has proven one of the most successful and insidious de criminalitys in the out of sight arsenal of the Communists to recruit their unsavory army of spies, saboteurs and disruptionists in the grimly declared war on the United States and all decent mankind. In the unappeasable effort of the Kremlin to turn the whole world into faceless slaves in goern that "The International Soviet shall be the human race," as their official song, The Internationale, declares, thither is no honor 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 kayo set by the modern Delilabs who follow the Party line. They stopped at nothing--abso lutely nothing--in order to enlist their fellow Americans into the great conspiracy to subjugate, and later to liquidate, every human being who does not deify the unholy trinity of Marx, Lenin and Stalin. starting line 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 move her clenched fist at a passing flag of her country or stuck a pin into a patrolmans horse. Next came Margie, a shapely redhead, a new comer from England and an expert dress designer. She had made it her lifespan work to lure men into Communism. Then Mildred, a honey redheaded with a Vassar degree. She was the gay and sophisticated type on the surface, but underneath she was deadly serious about her radical beliefs. She had a cozy flat and seemingly plenty of money. She liked to discuss the social significance of Shakespeare over cocktails and make converts to the "cause." Then Terry, Betty a nd several others whose names I have forgotten. And lastly, Gladys, a bankers daughter who had run away from home, landed in New Yorks Greenwich resolution and become the most radical of all the Communist girls I met. disgorge about free love This was really something. You tired of one, and there was unendingly another at your beck and call. No Turk could boast a more particolored harem.