A Racket Robs the Cradle

The Green Hornet He hunts the biggest of all game public enemies that even the G-men cannot reach the Green Hornet This faithful valid Cato Britt Reid daring young publisher matches wits with the underworld Risking his life that criminals and racketeers within the law may feel it's weight by the sting of the Green Hornet

Ride with Britt Reid as he races toward another thrilling adventure the Green Hornet strikes again Hurry, Kato, here's where we break a dramatic school ride. I won't pay it. I won't pay it. Evening papers. Where should I put them?

Well, you always put them right here on the desk. Yes. Phew. They can't understand what four leads wants with all them papers. Golly, ain't there enough news in the sitting room without way to draw the mothers?

A publisher asked to know what the opposition's doing, actually. Uh, their mothers ain't worth the paper they're printed on. And look at me hands. Hey, expert, don't you ever watch? Supern snakes and ants, me, you fool. It's them papers. You can't even throw it.

Mr. E likes to have them as soon as they come off the presses. For out the news, the clarion carries. They might as well print it in disappearing. Oh, you're an expert on news. Ain't been alone as long as they have for an artin' casey.

No, take this here, Starry. Which? Right here. The one of this here, Chiterstar, honey bankra. It's an awfully cute picture I've written. Holy craw, and you'll read Secretary. They ain't talkin' about the picture. They ain't talkin' about the story.

Oh, it's so cute. Ah, sometimes you face me completely, Casey. Eh, you got no new sense? Well, the Sentinel has that story too, expert. The Clarion just added a picture. Ah, it's more than that, Casey.