(1950s communist witch hunt, conversation with FBI and sick witness)


“What kind of friends are they?”

The inquisitor said.

“What do you mean by what you say?”

The reply came from the bed.


“Work, political, social “ —-

The Inquisitor sighed

“Well that describes them all”

The accused then replied.


“But if I must choose one

The social would fit best.”

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