Spots Before His Eyes.

We Borough Presidents Must Stick Together.

The Kings County Gestapo.

The Apostle of Poppycock.

Another Recruit.

The Socialist Party in New York.

A Drive on the Rats.

In a Brooklyn Back Yard.

Not Out of His Basket!

Another Guardian Angel Appears.

The Interloper.

"Please Use the Back Door."

What Unintimidated Witnesses Can Do.

So You Don't Think a Clean - Up was Necessary, Eh?

The Last Desperate Snarl of the Tiger.

Even He Must Feel Ashamed of the Executive Director.

Gangster Methods Won't Solve Crimes.

A Blow - Up Coming.

"How About Sayin' Let's Sift it Up to the Very Bottom?"

The Troubador Who Became a Bore.