[Caricature of an unidentified man.]
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.
Nearing the Breaking Point.
The Engulfing Wave.
A Hard Job for any Leader.
"Shall We Travel Together, Sister?"
Still Hacking Away at It.
"There's No Use in Trying to Fight That Man Smith."
How Long, Oh Lord, How Long?
No Politics, Mr. President!
Financial G Man.
Round and Round.
The Timid Soul. (With a Bow to Webster.)
He Would Kick Like the Devil if it Weren't for Such a Needy Cause.
"I Suppose You Call That 'Government Propaganda!'"
Where the Chicken Dealer Gets the Axe.