The End of the Trail.
The Marathon Dancer.
"Poor Ignorant Black Man" Wants to Know, and You Noble White Gentleman Do Tell.
The Funeral of Old Tammany.
"You're Dry! You're D-R-R-R-Y! You Know You're Dry !"
Nearing the Breaking Point.
Though I Speak with the Tongues of Men and of Angels, but Have Not Charity, I Have Become Sounding Brass or a Clanging Cymbal.
"Boys Week in Albany."
The Socialist Party in New York.
The Presidential Fever on the Supreme Bench.
Rest for the Weary.
Sticking Another On.
Humble Contributors to Mr. Mellon.
["Germany never had the slightest intention of attacking the United States of America and does not have such intention now."]
The High Hatters.
To Be Shot at Sunrise.
A Master Mind Breaks Down.