Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Can't you convince her that the Civil War is over?
Superbanker is not a stupid comic book.
Hillbilly, that is.
It's a Yankee soldier.
Why don't you two Yankees go down there and have a drink?
No, the first boy is here.
Roll in flour, salt to taste, fry in deep fat.
Don't shoot him, Jeff.
He's mighty proud of you, and we know that you must be proud, too.
Sir?
Listen, Colonel Chitlin, with that accent of yours, we're going to put you in a Confederate uniform.
Right to the icebox.
Baseball.
Tennessee volunteers.
It's the thrilling adventures of Harold Hart.
It's him.
Not Jethro.
We've been ripping up petticoats to make bandages.
Come on, Ellie, let's get the flag and the rest of the stuff.
You stay here and finish the dishes, and Jethro will drive me down.
Okay, fellas, you want to step inside, please?
A bank president who sneaks into his vault and comes out as money man?
You ought to see what it's done for Grant.
Can you ride?
You are coming dangerously close to seditious slander.
Leaving home for the first time is a mighty solemn occasion.
Well, how do you do?
Besides, I can hardly stand up.
You ain't just whistling Dixie.