reason for the publication of this book, I respectfully submit, Senator ; there it is and there it is in print.
He is not satisfied with that. He comes up to this girl, He tells her he is a private investigator. She says, “How would you like to investigate me, honey?”
She starts to undress and he shoots her. “She eurgled up at me, spitting blood. She was still alive. Lrammed my heel down into her face and did a graceful pirouette on her nose, grinning.”
Again his companion says, “You make me sick,” aud again he re- peats and comments, “I told you, Pat, E make myself sick, but I am supposed Lo be like this. These fiends out there love me like this.”
Then it goes on and, incidentally, as you will note in Mr. Hoover's stalement, he particwlarly warned aboul publications that make a mockery of the police.
I show you again, I believe it is on your next photostat, what they are doing to the police, “Dumb highway patrol cop,” and then a pic- ture of a policeman that looks much more like a mastiil than a policeman,
Then this book proceeds and we again find a photosiatic sequence in the same plot that is not only fantastic, but which is complete and utter perversion. I am referring now to the sequence where this so- called private eye proceeds to this girl’s home—and she, incidentally, had been requesting him to come with a statement that if he came he could have everything, including her. She then, and remember this is all for children, or could be for children; it is 10 cents on any stand; she then takes———
The Chairman. However, I might comment for the record, that I T had a naval officer tell me that he frequently went the rounds on his ship and threw a lot of these things over that the young sailors bring aboard.
Mr. Fitzpatrick. Right, sir; I was a naval officer for 3 years, and I know you are absolutely right. I know that the Navy during the last war banned certain types of comic books from the sailors in Korea, and whether they are for children or adults, this type of thing should not be published.
This is so flagrant that I just want te beg your mdulgence for 2 or 3 more minutes.
She then drags this man up to her room and goes through all of the gyrations which are evidenced in the photostais, and finally begins to undress.
After additional invitations he then kills her and she turns out to be a man—complete and utter perversion.
Now, skipping over the rest of this rot—and I call it rot without any reservation whatsoever—we come to the comic book idea of how the Night Before Christmas should be presented, one of the most wender- ful poems that we have ever had in our entire history, I believe. It starts ont with the presentation of dead carcasses, which is not quite so bad, and then proceeds to stockings hanging before the fireplace, which takes the form of panties and a girl’s Jeg with a garter on it, “Visions of sugar plus,” Marilyn Monroe and Jane Russell; “Mama in her kerchief’ becomes a girl in a bed.
Tt ends up by Santa Claus going off with "Just Divorced" on the back. That is the kind of complete and utter rot we are giving to
