Wompler’s office was located east of Broadway on 44th Street. Loft space vied with dingy office suites in a ten-story structure which could use a sand-blasting on the outside and a lot else on the inside. The lobby was only a waiting room for the elevator, which had one of those old grille gates and an ancient operator with psoriasis or some nameless disease disfiguring his face. “Wompler,” I said and we were on our creaky way up.
I went left down a peeling hallway to a double smoked-glass door which bore the legend Wompler Publications and under it a list of cheesecake magazines with only HUSH in capital letters.
Wompler PublicationsHUSHThe inside surprised me. Like Chippendale furniture in a tenement on Double Fifth Avenue, or lace curtains on the window of a garage. There were good re
