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Delusion can be overcome by holding steadfastly to one philosophy: everything here is nothing more than God’s motion picture.

– Paramahansa Yogananda

I think it would be fun to run a newspaper.

– Charles Foster Kane


Th’ newspaper does ivrything f’r us. It runs th’ polis foorce an’ th’ banks, commands th’ milishy, controls th’ ligislachure, baptizes th’ young, marries th’ foolish, comforts th’ afflicted, afflicts th’ comfortable, buries th’ dead an’ roasts thim aftherward.”


Pulp magazines got their moniker from the wood-pulp paper they were printed on. The paper yellows quickly and becomes very brittle, but the stories they hold are indelible.


Poverty, organized crime and urban violence drove the plots of many Hollywood films. Unfortunately, the movies are a far cry from the sordid reality behind the gunmen, killers, arsonists and other idiots on Flattery’s watch.


The crimes committed and foiled provided plenty of fodder for crime writers. Flattery’s footwork influenced generations of crime, legal and political authors, from Damon Runyon to Richard Condon.

Look for a Blabbermouth

From the pages of Front Page Detective – I never found honor among thieves. The only thing that kept them from talking was a strip of fear a mile wide. One of the first mottos I learned was: “To catch a thief, ask another.”

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Dead Dogs Wag No Tales

July 4, 1943   Dear Captain Flattery: Here are the stories I thought your folks would be interested in reading because you are featured in each story. I find that I've featured you in 15 stories, but I can find copies of the published versions or copies of the...

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Eleventh-Hour Tickets to Stir

Until a few days before, Officer O’Brien had been a detective detailed to the Manhattan pickpocket squad. The city’s fashion-plate Police Commissioner had broken him and sent him back to pounding the streets. As a result O’Brien was unaccustomed to a harness-bull’s apparel and still was struggling to get out his revolver when the rush of the bandits swept him off his feet.

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Wake of the Dawn Patrol

From Harlem to Queens the mob had plundered–now murder was added to their crimes. By David WrayMob slaying  The Wake of the Dawn PatrolAt Jamaica Avenue and Merrick Rd. a motorman saw a waiting taxi, its motor racing. Just around the corner was Mahairas' restaurant....

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