Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I got it, Pop. I got TB. I got consumption.

Now stop getting excited and sit down and relax.

You? What about me? I'm the one who's sick.

Cough over that way.

Do my cheeks look flushed?

Do you cough or have any wheezing noises in your chest?

One across your lips.

I got to get all the rest I can, Pop, now that I'm sick.

Ten? That means you've been smoking for fifty-five years.

Oh, I didn't want to get 'em mixed up, so I labeled all your stuff.

If you have got it, a couple of months in a sanitarium will fix you right up.

Oh, come on. They don't make mistakes like that.

Now put your shoulders against the wall.

- Thank you. - Thank you. I'll wait for him.

Covid 19 in 1972

#fromwaybackthen

and shows no abnormalities. "

Let's see, I started after I left school.

The kids put their old man in a mental institution and took over the business.

- Where you going? - I'm going back to bed.

- And you're a dead man. " - Pop!

- if you do something for me. - What?

I suppose they'll take me right to the sanitarium.

I don't think we have a cord long enough for the heater so you could be warm.

He sure looked ridiculous, laying there in the box...