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