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."

The Challenge.

Why, Joe McKee!

Pruning.

"I Think the Plumbing is Defective, Sir."

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

Domestic Scene.

"Come On, Pussy."

"I'm for Harmony, Gentlemen."

The Wrong Material Waits Hopefully for the Decision.

Look Who's Here!

"In His Judicial Capacity?"

What a Headache!

The Happy Warrior Swings a Right.

Steady Pressure at the Brink.

Hail the Hero.

Scat.