Nowhere to Go but Out.

Paging Himself.

Paddling Around.

"Boy, Page the Plunderbund."

Hep! Hep! Hep!

"Hylan? William Speaking, Now Listen-"

The Ambulance.

Drifting Out to Sea.

Marooned Again.

Fleeing the Storm.

"Where Does That Leave Us?"

Sir John of Bushwick Goes to Battle.

Nearing the End.

A Dying Attempt to Dissuade.

They're Off!

"I Think the Results Obtained in the Past Ten or Eleven Years Have Been Marvelous."

[1936.]

Then and Now.

Busy Day.

A Jab in the Ribs.