"Now Go Out and Fight 'Em."

The One Thing That Will Not Shatter His Nerves.

Curfew Must Not Ring Tonight.

Dug out of the Sand.

"Getting His Cut."

Clarifying His Position.

The Intelligent Voter - His Marks.

In a Brooklyn Back Yard.

Gangster Methods Won't Solve Crimes.

Another Guardian Angel Appears.

Eventually it Exploded in His Hands.

"The Trouble With You is That You Are Not Interested in Me."

Put Teeth in the Law and Wipe Out these Rats.

The Old Gentleman Takes a Walk Through His Estate.

Belted out of Him.

Out of the Murk.

[Pushing out the name.]

Spelling it Out For Him.

Though I Speak with the Tongues of Men and of Angels, but Have Not Charity, I Have Become Sounding Brass or a Clanging Cymbal.

Not Arguing With Him.