The Recruiting Sergeant.

We Borough Presidents Must Stick Together.

The Apostle of Poppycock.

The Socialist Party in New York.

Eventually it Exploded in His Hands.

A Tough Spot.

Clarifying His Position.

"Getting His Cut."

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

The Intelligent Voter - His Marks.

Puch Drunk by His Own Blows.

Not Out of His Basket!

The Old Gentleman Takes a Walk Through His Estate.

"Please Use the Back Door."

The One Thing That Will Not Shatter His Nerves.

In for Repairs.

Sanctified.

Even He Must Feel Ashamed of the Executive Director.

The Interloper.

Is His Mouth Watering!