"I'm for Harmony, Gentlemen."

"Come On, Pussy."

The Wrong Material Waits Hopefully for the Decision.

"In His Judicial Capacity?"

Like a Ton of Bricks.

Romance Comes to Albany.

The "Dud" Bomb.

Sad End of a Great Financier.

Look Who's Here!

"Don't Answer the Bell, Mr. President!"

The Tin Box Chorus.

And the Tax - Payer Pays Dearly for Both.

Here Are Two Jobs Open, Anyhow.

Another Trade Depression.

The Perennial Candidate for Mayor. (They Will Probably Use Another Name at Election Time.)

The Anvil Chorus.

The Nice, Soft Cushion.

How About This One?

Too Much Liquid "Assets."

"You Don't Think That Ends it, Do You?"