The Political Assassins.
John and Joe Go into Battle.
It Began as a Cloud No Bigger Than a Man's Hand.
I Paint 'Em in Any Style."
The Challenge.
Why, Joe McKee!
Pruning.
"I Think the Plumbing is Defective, Sir."
"Go 'way! The Other Fellow Let Me Alone!"
Domestic Scene.
"I'm for Harmony, Gentlemen."
"Come On, Pussy."
Look Who's Here!
The Wrong Material Waits Hopefully for the Decision.
"In His Judicial Capacity?"
What a Headache!
A Weak Reed.
Steady Pressure at the Brink.
The Happy Warrior Swings a Right.
"To Hell With McKee and Economy!"