Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Mrs. Baker's been fussing about tardiness all morning.
I think you should put on some stockings.
Well, you could aid the effort by training your men.
Hello, Mrs. Riggs.
Should I wear this one or the pink?
It is the least I can do.
Tomorrow, teach your boys to load a goddamn mortar safely.
anyone reads that novel of yours.
and perform one of your little ballet solos for the crowd.
Where is it?
Tragically.
Tattle later, ladies.
I don't need to hear about any of that.
And then we're on to the Marne to fight the Huns.
Miss Zelda Sayre.
Why don't you let us walk you ladies home?
This is my first time out of Chicago, and I'm, uh--
I know, I'm just tired of that set.
Anytime, darling.
Bless your heart for your concern,
She's just high-spirited.
No time to waste.
Right, girls?
Well...
Now you just try to be quiet.