A Bad Ingredient.

"That Ought to Make Me Terribly Smart, Pop."

"This is a Very Delicate Operation Called 'Splitting a Fee.'"

The Easy Mark.

A Tough Spot.

A Matter of Principle.

Climb Down the Ladder and Get it Mr. Mayor.

Something the Aldermen Can't Duck.

"Why Not Rip that Off? Do You Think I'm Made of Money?"

"I Can't Let Them Starve but Where to Get the Money?"

Security for the Unskilled.

Round and Round.

Then and Now.

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

"See You Later, Mr. Ambassador?"

Brooklyn!

The Gutter Boys.

It's Time Somebody Did Something About It.

How About a Little Old- Fashioned Economy?

A Weary Business.