Eu surtei na América do Norte e os doidos levaram a sério
Logan, que foi morto por um louco nas ruas da América, reencarnou na América de 1921. Durante o dia, como dono de um jornal sensacionalista, ele se preocupava sinceramente com o povo americano: “Améri
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Chicago Catholic Daily, front page, April 21, 1921.
"Blasphemy Against God: A Serious Offense Against Decency":
"Alcohol and indecency belong together, and their proper place is in hell. Now that the Prohibition campaign has achieved unprecedented success, it is time to declare war on indecency!"
"...especially vulgar papers like The Windy City Light, which is filthy, wanton, and morally corrupt from top to bottom; decent readers abhor it, and it deserves to be damned... Without a ban, there is no way to restore moral order; unless the organizers are imprisoned, there is no way to obtain forgiveness from the Lord..."
Logan shook the newspaper, raising an eyebrow.
The Windy City Light—wasn't that the small paper he had just inherited?
Calling it a newspaper was generous... it was truly tiny. The entire office consisted of a single room and two employees. The room was so small one could see its end at a glance: just a few tables stacked with various papers, several clunky, heavy typewriters, telegraph machines, and other office equipment. The staff included only the recently deceased father of this body and the uncle before him, Richard Hudson.
With a paper so small, one could hardly expect much substantial content. Instead, there was plenty of "wet goods"—to be blunt, it was filled from start to finish with risqué stories.
Though Logan, seasoned by countless "FBI Warnings," judged that the "wet goods" were actually quite limited in their explicitness