The Recruiting Sergeant.

We Borough Presidents Must Stick Together.

The Apostle of Poppycock.

The Socialist Party in New York.

The Intelligent Voter - His Marks.

A Tough Spot.

Clarifying His Position.

"Getting His Cut."

"Please Use the Back Door."

Not Out of His Basket!

Puch Drunk by His Own Blows.

Eventually it Exploded in His Hands.

"Just a Minute Ago Joe McKee Stood on that Spot."

The One Thing That Will Not Shatter His Nerves.

The Loafer and His Backer.

Is His Mouth Watering!

"You Are Undermining the Patriotism of the American People."

Short of Breath and with Creaking Joints the Charge Begins.

"Your Relief? This is a Party Matter."

The Old Gentleman Takes a Walk Through His Estate.