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."

Why, Joe McKee!

The Challenge.

Pruning.

"Go 'way! The Other Fellow Let Me Alone!"

"I Think the Plumbing is Defective, Sir."

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!

Steady Pressure at the Brink.

A Weak Reed.

"To Hell With McKee and Economy!"

"Lake Placid? Excuse it, Please."