Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

She had wore out so many pairs of shoes, her ma had to put iron plates on them.

Be sure and get the jug with the buttermilk.

You've got to see my little girl!

Oh, there's some others outside from the Hollywood Vaudeville Club.

And now, coming up on your right, in a few moments, will be the home of Mr. J.D.

Someone comes in with a broken leg, that nut will shoot him.

And it's high time, too.

This little girl here would have tore your heart out.

He's got to see that dial.

You give him some of Granny's corn squeezes and he'll hiccup his house to a cinder.

Give him some baking soda and buttermilk.

Well, this here's a nurse's outfit.

This has gone far enough.

No, couldn't I just say thanks and let it go at that?

Get me Dr. Niemeyer in psychiatry.

I think one of the fraternities is trying to pull a prank on me.

It might calm her some, just to let her tell us her troubles.

Poor little thing had a nervous tick in her foot.

We got all the stuff to make the Paul into a real doctor's office.

Uncle Jed's got his picture in the morning paper.

Open this door!

Now, show him what you've really got, Beverly.

Now, look here, young man.

I'll take my doctor's certificate.

That's his wife.