Pruning.

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

I Paint 'Em in Any Style."

John and Joe Go into Battle.

The Challenge.

Why, Joe McKee!

The Political Assassins.

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

Like a Ton of Bricks.

Defeat the Looters!

Keep the Defenders on the Job!

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

Death to the Beast!

The Harvest is Ripe.

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

Program for Today.

It's Up to You!

Trying to Think up Another Shenanigan.

The Gray Dawn is Breaking.

"I Guess I'll be Militant."