Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I'll start with my rheumatism medicine first.

This is it, Uncle Jett.

Mrs. Drysdale, you promised you wouldn't jump out the window again.

But I haven't been telling you dreams.

You'll cheer her up considerable, just to no helps on the way.

Boy, you put away a fiddle like you're going out of style.

All right, Ellie.

Here you are, Doctor.

Time's a-wasting.

Boy, is her husband a cheapskate.

Granny says it's right soothing to have a critter to pet.

I reckon in a hospital you gotta be careful to keep out the wrong kind of people.

What's that against wearing dresses?

Spooning half the night?

You give those to Miss Drydale.