“Uncle” Harry, eh. Seems to have been operating on some rather thin margins, unless all the stuff in the Wonderful Prize Catalog was absolute crap.
Read what Wiley Johnson said: “I done seen things in other people’s houses I sure wish I han’t seen. Plus I didn’t sell enough stuff so Uncle Harry sent some men to take my teeth.”
Here is what Maude Scott Says: I ate every small child who came to my door selling those useless cards! Fried ‘em up with some parsnips! Om nom nom!
Famous Wallace Brown sounds like a tune they’d play to introduce the Globetrotters. Note that this one’s pitched at adults; no prizes here. Just cold cash, which you can quickly convert into benzedrine, it seems.