Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

She's a northern girl.
Too good, too modern.
Soldier.
Well, I'd best go put on a dress.
And I need all I can get.
Oh, howdy, Miss Jane, Mr. Drosdale.
You bet.
That's my job.
General Grant's headquarters, where General Ulysses S. Grant is alive and planning to attack the Culpeper's plantation that gone on Monday.
That's right.
Dozens of them.
What?
Especially the way he hit the bottle.
More likely his stomach is hurting him.
They'll probably be straggling in all day.
Excuse me, colonel.
And this is the sword he used to defend our country when the North invaded America.
He ain't one to let saving his life stand in the way of eating.
Them Yankees meant it.
Oil that is, black gold, Texas tea.
Hey, look at this.
You know, the South may win this time.
I didn't have a chance to give Jethro my present.
What are we going to do, Granny?
It's all equipment.
I'm not casting.
With guns like that, the South would win the war.
Never mind that.
In everyday life, a mild-mannered bank president.
Hey!