The Recruiting Sergeant.

We Borough Presidents Must Stick Together.

The Apostle of Poppycock.

The Socialist Party in New York.

A Tough Spot.

The Intelligent Voter - His Marks.

Puch Drunk by His Own Blows.

Clarifying His Position.

"Getting His Cut."

Eventually it Exploded in His Hands.

"Please Use the Back Door."

Not Out of His Basket!

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

Is His Mouth Watering!

The One Thing That Will Not Shatter His Nerves.

The Old Gentleman Takes a Walk Through His Estate.

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

"Your Relief? This is a Party Matter."

Short of Breath and with Creaking Joints the Charge Begins.

The Loafer and His Backer.