No Relief for the Sardines.

Quick Answer.

"Guess I'll Have to Run the Darn Thing Myself."

Good News for the Strap - Hangers.

Stop the Outlaws!

The Stupid Destructionist.

Curfew Must Not Ring Tonight.

Rapid (?) Transit.

In the Underground.

Whiskers Grown in Waiting.

$30 a Year Extra for the Sardines.

Giving the Sardines a Laugh.

"Nize Baby."

Mr. Banton's Idea of a Murder Trial.

The Great Transit Trick.

"Should be Censored."

Necessary?

Snagged!

Drowsy Justice.

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