The Inside Dope

Things happen fast. The four stooges call Sunset Sam and give him the inside dope about the party.

“I take a whiff and what do I smell but marijuana coming from the parlor,” says Mona, “and I tell you, that girl never goes to school anymore either.”

Kitty and Shepp describe the amounts of wine and liquor consumed.

“Without doubt, these jazz people are a bad element,” swears the anchor spy Pearly Gates, “and their blinkity-blink-blank music has a corrupting effect on the soul. I’m no theologian, but I have a brother in the seminary, so I think I know what I’m telling you when I say that the music God intended us to listen to does not make us want to shake our a-double-ess, if you catch my gist.”

The privileges of wealth are immense. From the oversized ranch house on her Lonesome Bull Ranch, Hilda Swan calls the Mayor of the Empire City to tell him of her concern for her step-niece. At the same time she makes a generous contribution to the Big Apple’s Finest pension fund.