Dr. T. J. Arneson, "Squint Korector."

Note the small print on Jack's Restaurant. "All Sporting Events by Direct Wire." BUT NO GAMBLING WAS GOING ON at all ever no officer, swear.

The Hunters' Club grub packs plenty of real goodness.

The Hotel Lafayette ad existed in case you were plotting your escape from down, or just wanted to dream of a life where people got on trains and went to distant cities and laid down in Large, Restful Rooms where you couldn't hear the kids, and there was never laundry to be done. Never.