Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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