Political Strings

The Green Hornet. He hunts the biggest of all game. Public Animes who try to destroy our America. With his faithful valedquille, Ritree, daring young publisher, matches wits with the underworld, risking his life at criminals and racketeers within the law, may feel its weight by the sting of the Green Hornet.

Ride with Britt Reid in the thrilling adventure, Political Strings, the green haunted strikes again. Jonathan Ward was a stout man, and after listening to his smooth, easy manner of speech, and observing the bland expression on his round-floured face, one was led to wonder just what it was

that gave him power as Political Boss in his district. But his beguiding smile didn't fool the man who sat beside Ward's massive desk in his sumptuous office and listened as boss Ward talked. God, the primary is getting close. That young fellow Frankman Norwell with his ideas of reform is going to give our candidate a very close

rage. Yes, that's right. We're doing all we can to swing things our way. I see you feel the same way about Norwell. That's right. I do, Mr. Ward. We must do something about it. Yes. We've got to keep putting the a nayous office and spend mighty useful to us.

Good can't win. Norwell is as good as a licked. In cutty we're going to get on the bandwagon. What do you mean? We shall withdraw our support of Lord. We'll back Frank the Norwell. What? But Mr. Ward, Norwell's definitely based his campaign on the fact that he's honest.

No, no, no. From now until he's elected, we're a bunch of reformists. After that... No, well, it's honest. We can't handle him as we've handled Hood. It seems he's moving behind your Norwell charter. As for the rest, you just leave all that to me.