Another Forced Landing.
In a Brooklyn Back Yard.
Not Out of His Basket!
So You Don't Think a Clean - Up was Necessary, Eh?
What Unintimidated Witnesses Can Do.
A Drive on the Rats.
A Blow - Up Coming.
Though I Speak with the Tongues of Men and of Angels, but Have Not Charity, I Have Become Sounding Brass or a Clanging Cymbal.
Another Trade Depression.
Wanted - Another Steed.
"Now Go Out and Fight 'Em."
Gangster Methods Won't Solve Crimes.
Trying to Think up Another Shenanigan.
Another "Wonderful Tin Box."
The Last Desperate Snarl of the Tiger.
The Kings County Gestapo.
"How About Sayin' Let's Sift it Up to the Very Bottom?"
"Which Way Did He Go!"
Another Recruit.
Another Statue to be Cleaned.