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posted signs that they had to wear decent clothes
walking in and out of here. They laughed at me. By
that time there were so many of them, I'd begun to
lose my regulars, so I took the signs down.

“Next thing you know I'm beginning to get a
reputation for the ‘beauty’ of my muscle builders. I
always thought I got business because my equip-
ment was the best in town. Because I knew how to
teach and hired guys who had learned their stuff
from me.

“Before I know it, the whole place is divided into
two classes—the punks with the ‘beauty’ and a flock
of older fellows, too fat, too skinny, too bald. What
are they there for? To watch the ‘beauties.’

“The cop on the beat warns me that some of them
are undesirables, that he’s noted a few coming in
who had been in the pokey on morals charges.
When I look bewildered he tells me straight out,
‘Doug, your place is getting a reputation as a queer
hall. Take my advice and get yourself a security
officer.’

“Security officer! Another paycheck! But Icall an
old pal, a retired cop, who agrees to come in when
the traffic is heaviest. That night he tells me, ‘I've
had it, Doug. What I’ve seen here today makes me
vomit. You’ll have to get somebody else.’