Scrapper

The Green Hornet He hunts the biggest of all game Public enemies who try to destroy our America With his faithful Filipino ballad Kato Britt Reid, daring young publisher, matches wits with racketeers and saboteurs

Risking his life that criminals and enemy spies will feel the weight of the law by the sting of the Green Hornet I'd with Brit Read in the thrilling adventure of Scrapper, the green hornet strikes again.

Through this sordid district for the basement room he and his father called home. He had made up his mind. He wouldn't go to school anymore.

He was tired of the constant jeering and the constant baffling which had given him the nickname Scrapper. Scrapper Maguire was small for a boy of fourteen, but he never hesitated to use his fists against bigger boys who made it a point to pick on him. No one could call his father names and get away with him.

Hi, Pop. What? Scrapper. What are you doing home so early? Ain't you supposed to be in school? You usually don't get home till after I've left for the warehouse. I... I didn't go to school this afternoon, Pop.

Listen, kid. I don't know what this is all about, but if you've been hanging out in that pool room, instead of being in school where you belong, I have a good mind. I wanted an unful room. I went to school this morning session but...

Hey! You got a shiny. You've been scrapping again. Yeah, Bob. I had a... Sit down son. I want to talk to you a minute. Armlessment, Bob. Scrapper. Since your mom died, I've been trying to look after you right.