"One Doesn't Have to be a Radical to Subscribe to That."

Mr. Browder Goes Under Ground.

Trying to Soak the Boss.

Get that Broom to Work.

Time to See Where This Money is Going.

No Politics, Mr. President!

A Dying Attempt to Dissuade.

"See You Later, Mr. Ambassador?"

It's Up to You, Mr. Voter.

Social Note: Mr. Aloysius O'Rourke, Mr. Isidor Horowitz, Mr. Tony Di Amico Attend a Bathing Party.

Shake Her Off, Mr. Hoover.

Secured at Great Expense - to N.Y. City.

"I'm Sorry Junior, but Owing to the Truckmen's Strike There is No Spinach."

True to Form.

Back to the Pond.

"I Betcha Dey Ain't Fish - I Betcha Dey's Cakes- I Betcha."

To Be Shot at Sunrise.

It's Up to the Magistrates.

"That Ought to Hold 'em!"

What Dr. Butler Objects To.