Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Well, there it is!

Now you got your choice of coffee, tea, buttermilk, or hot mouth.

That's what friends is for.

Well, that doesn't make him director material to E.W.

They hardly touched my vittles.

It was my rheumatism medicine.

When can he start?

Or they got a machine on the back that takes out old trash and... Crash!

No, I already have a garbage man.

And here's the part you're gonna like.

Well, I don't know, but in a couple of minutes it'll fill up a churn, a cheese crock, a milk pail, and three fruit yards.

I called you right away, John.

Rheumatism medicine.

Well, I found this book about flyers and flying, all about fellows like Rickenbacker and Lindbergh and... Yes, oh, hush up.

Where are you going?

I knew you'd have the answer.

I seen this loose carpet in here and I didn't want nobody to trip.

Another dead, blasted fortune!

Say, are you the pilot of this thing?

That's the reason I went down to the, what you call, department of employment and hired myself out for wages.

That oughta hold ya.

Could be we might have to.

I need something!

Oh, no, no, Mr. Clampett.

Well, ordinarily it would go down to the refinery here in Long Bay.