The Political Assassins.

John and Joe Go into Battle.

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

The Challenge.

I Paint 'Em in Any Style."

Why, Joe McKee!

Pruning.

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

"I Think the Plumbing is Defective, Sir."

"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.

"To Hell With McKee and Economy!"