No Room For Vice

No Room for Vice"I Would Like a Prostitute," I said to Mr. McNamara, who is a Chicago prosecuting attorney. We were sitting in a chewed-up office adjoining one of the municipal courtrooms. Court was in session."I'll try to dig one up," said Mr. McNamara and went out.I had agreed to write a column for my old paper, the Daily News, such as I used to write 30 years ago under the head A Thousand and One Afternoons in Chicago. Prominent in my cast of characters had been the prosti...