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.

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

"I Think the Plumbing is Defective, Sir."

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!

Steady Pressure at the Brink.

"To Hell With McKee and Economy!"

"Lake Placid? Excuse it, Please."

The Happy Warrior Swings a Right.