Pruning.

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

I Paint 'Em in Any Style."

The Challenge.

John and Joe Go into Battle.

Why, Joe McKee!

It Began as a Cloud No Bigger Than a Man's Hand.

The Political Assassins.

Like a Ton of Bricks.

Defeat the Looters!

"I Think the Results Obtained in the Past Ten or Eleven Years Have Been Marvelous."

Keep the Defenders on the Job!

Death to the Beast!

It's Up to You!

The Harvest is Ripe.

"I'm Sorry Junior, but Owing to the Truckmen's Strike There is No Spinach."

Program for Today.

Trying to Think up Another Shenanigan.

The Gray Dawn is Breaking.

"I Guess I'll be Militant."