It Was a Long Time Coming, but Here it is at Last.
And You Know What Kind of Job He Will Do.
The Trick is to Get It.
"My Son, I Hate to Do this, but it is My Duty."
"We Know We're Good."
"We're Liberal - Ain't We Buddy?"
"I'm Sorry Junior, but Owing to the Truckmen's Strike There is No Spinach."
It's Time Somebody Did Something About It.
Here's One Job, Anyhow.
It's Up to the Magistrates.
"Shall We Travel Together, Sister?"
Here's Hoping to a Smash Hit.
Here's Your Chance!
"Lake Placid? Excuse it, Please."
Where it Belongs.
Drown It!
Eventually it Exploded in His Hands.
The Harvest is Ripe.
Beware an Angel Bearing Gifts!
[Caricature of an unidentified man.]