Picture Snatcher Page #3

Yeah.

I know how you feel.

Boys, look.

What's your name

in case I wanna see you?

Jones. Johnny K. Jones.

That heel's got something.

I'm going after him. Hey.

Hey, what do you got?

A yen to smack you on the kisser.

Come on, be a good sport.

Split it with us, will you?

Sure, I'll split it wide open.

Get him, come on.

Get him.

Come on, you rascal.

Graphic News, beat it. Quick.

Hey.

- You're a credit to Sing Sing.

- I grabbed that picture. It was a pipe.

Mr. Grover may turn you loose

in the galleries of Europe.

- He'd like to have you lift the Mona

Lisa. - None of your high-brow wisecracks.

You've shown unusual enterprise.

I'm gonna give you a chance,

20 a week, starting today.

Careful, you'll knock the lad over

with generosity.

I don't care about the dough.

I want a job on a newspaper.

Report to Photographic. They issue

a pocket camera, keep it with you.

Grab everything in sight that's hot.

Things that the public would wanna see.

Yeah, sure. Thanks very much.

But, you know, I feel kind of sorry

for that poor fireman.

But after all,

I gotta make an honest living.

Danny.

Thanks for myself.

- You know what I mean.

- Aw, forget it.

You're the first guy ever gave me a chance

to do anything on the level. You're my pal.

Hey, come here, everybody.

Got something I wanna tell you.

- Got a new man on staff.

Solves the unemployment problem.

I know, we don't usually do this,

but I want you to lay off this fellow.

Don't pull any cub stunts like sending him

to the ink room to get fingerprinted.

He's been fingerprinted.

He might not like it.

Don't send him to Jersey on false alarms,

he's been there on real ones.

In other words, he's tough.

That's all. Back to your work, slaves.

Can you imagine that guy?

- Pop explained it to you?

- Mm-hm.

- Works just like a gun, trigger and all.

Hey, Kean.

Duck, quick, the fireman's looking for you

and he's got a rod.

Duck this way, hurry up.

Hey, you. Wait a minute.

What did I tell you? You're mistaken.

We have no reporter named Johnny Jones.

That guy was from some other paper.

Just pulling a fast one on you.

I want the yellow rat that stole

that picture off my bedroom wall.

- I'm telling you he was from another paper.

- He's on this paper.

One of the fellows outside told me.

And when I lay my eyes on him,

I'm gonna fill him full of lead.

I got a wife, mister.

Yeah, I had one too.

I know, old man. Tough break.

Didn't your parents

ever explain things to you?

Shh, shh.

Pipe down. The fire department's burning.

See, he isn't anywhere around here.

My name's Allison. Sob sister.

Feminine photos deluxe on all scandals.

Glad to know you, Allison.

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