New York; Sure is a busy place. Can't go a step without winding up shoulder to shoulder with white folks, Negro, Christian, Hebrew, Italian, Greek, Siamese, Japanese, and everything in between. All the corners of the Earth thrown together with strange tongues from Babel. Strange clothes. Even stranger beliefs. Why, just today I met a man called himself a Sikh. Carried a sword on his hip longer than a cavalryman's. I don't know what he was seeking, but when he finds it, he's gonna have a whopper...