Chapter 6, Dear Friend: Lurid Tales of Junk Mail America

New Yorkers were awakened at dawn on Friday, March 9, 1877 by the sounds of a severe gale. The 60 mile-per-hour wind broke windows and tore signs from their moorings.

Nate Read, knowing that there would be few lottery customers that day, put his staff to work addressing envelopes for a mailing. They were engaged in this at noon, barely noticing that the wind was dying down, when the door slammed open and another storm blew in: Anthony Comstock accompanied by police and federal marshals.

Just what was going on here? The vice crusader demanded to know. With no reply from Read, the raiders tore the place apart and found