Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Where are you going?

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.

Oh, no, no, Mr. Clampett.

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

It was my rheumatism medicine.

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

No, I already have a garbage man.

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

Could be we might have to.

When can he start?

I need something!

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

They hardly touched my vittles.

I knew you'd have the answer.

Well, there it is!

I called you right away, John.

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

Another dead, blasted fortune!

That oughta hold ya.

Rheumatism medicine.

Say, are you the pilot of this thing?

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

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

That's what friends is for.

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