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.