Enthroned.
A Great Army.
Now We're Getting Somewhere.
Though I Speak with the Tongues of Men and of Angels, but Have Not Charity, I Have Become Sounding Brass or a Clanging Cymbal.
It Has Certainly Agreed with Him.
The Head of a Bankrupt Firm has a Little Chat with the Manager.
Don't Forget - That's the Voice of Your Constituents!
Not Arguing With Him.
Humble Contributors to Mr. Mellon.
"I Betcha Dey Ain't Fish - I Betcha Dey's Cakes- I Betcha."
Secured at Great Expense - to N.Y. City.
A Master Mind Breaks Down.
The Messenger Boy Arrives.
The Pleasent Sounds of Marching Men.
The Timid Soul. (With a Bow to Webster.)
What to Do With Them.
Phew!
On the Air.
Time to See Where This Money is Going.
"One Doesn't Have to be a Radical to Subscribe to That."