THE RED BREASTED
HOOD

Robin- a-Bobb in
He bent his bow.

Shot at a pigeon
And killed a crow;
Shot at another
And killed his brother.
Did Robin-a-Bobbin
Who bent his bow”*

Once again it is borne
out that he who bends
his bow may himself be
bent or borne out”

Old authority

Why can't ( ’Cause youre
you talk I in a Roosian
English ? V metier-

drama—
\ an' they

Go ahead! Beat
me— strike me!
Torture me!
Take away 4
my reindeer,
but i’ll never
v tell!

What d’ua mean,

> ", da ?', ^

aint no
way out
of it.

nee, perhaps
two hundred
years ago, take or
give a couple of
centuries, there lived
on the steppes of
Sherwood Forest,
a shaggy bomb-
maker named Bob-
olinkovitch, alias
Robin, the Red
Breasted Hood.

This time, my little cabbage, the
bomb will work or my name ain’t
Boris Morris Be-

-ry -Horror ski
k-Ugh O'Toole.

Well, as 1 was say in, the bomb
will work this time or my s
name airit Boris Morris
Be-Gorry-Horrorski Ugh-UgVi .

O'Toole. — “7 5

^ Thatswhat

you said last

V time an d it

yippiSy I was a dud.

happens my name ain’t
Boris Morris Be-Gorry Horrorski
Ugh-Ugh O’Toole, my little

'Cause I loves cabbage with
ham hocks — got any ham
hocks with you, li’l flower
of the five year plan? >

r Nope — ^
but I got
gravy on
my babushka.

How many times
1 gotta tell you, V 1 was
no gravy on Jtryinout

the babushka ?/ a new

recipe,

sire —
where’s the

children?

Robin, the Red Breasted Hood,
says they ain't nobody home
but the Dnasturtium of the
Dneiper, dnamely Z//0, a
beautiful maiden . . .

An' 1 is here on a secret
mission to buy four billion
bombs by Tuesday afternoon.

An’ we don’t want
nobody to know about
it so dovit breathe
a word!

Lets have a
little quiet ,
comrade.

Mammy!

Tovarich!

back

from the

With the death of the Czar us loyal
revolutionaries is without a friend-
come, us will steal from the rich
— — - 7^1 and give to

(Pi \1 the poor... ^

The

poor?

11 iv, Lrlkpr kz,

little violet
of the

Sure, we could

W eat it.

No, we
could
commit
suicide.

Feel his head.

1 don’t b’leeve {
he’s as merry a
man as Robirts
band kin use. a

With a loaf of
bread we could lie
down on the Trans-
Siberia tracks
an' let a train
run over us. .

What would Y Before a train
you need a J comes along in
loaf of bre ad) this country a
for? | man could

starve to

pSk \X |gj|ry death—
vvO V ha, ha?

L

ar »•'

Now here’s my plan — if we
wait for a rich man to come ‘

along so’s to rob him we’ll
be here a hundred

No, little mushmelon of
Murmansk, they ain’t no
rich men here! All is

Now get this. Next to snow, chernozem,
an' podzol, the thing we got the
most of in this country is “secrets!”
We’ll borry a small secret an’
abscond an’ live like millionaires

L

| 1 am a false-hearted
crawling vermin fit only
for cat food— I have betrayed
the revolution.

This permit is a
tissue of lies, a
fraud, a jackal of
the upper classes

Once when we was out of fish-
food the Czar’s goldfish got so
y- — rjfifi\thin 1 pumped
it up with a
- fr~ n bicycle pump.

( i

r I wanted to make it look fat
for a party we was havin’—
but jus’ at the
crucial miment
the poor fish
exploded.

What did the
Czar say? .

He said:
'That’s my
goldfish
all over!”

I’m worse
than that !
Worse than that!

Listen to
how cruel to
my mother
I was.

I was meaner
than you the
worst day I
ever crawled.

^ But 1 sold
the bridge over
the Moskva to
a gypsy-

I stole the bell Yl burned
offa oV Basil’s / down a
cupola an’ give ' gummint
it to a foreign

power.

One time I said,
“The weather is
terrible in
Turhmantchau!'
What a rat! ,

Gimme the borry
of yo’ babushka an
I’ll throw Him a
Kharkov curve. . .

/Oh, the popular
f aQ front % &
( V Is the front dP
l f for me,

\ From the Bouars
to the

Zakopy!

song!

Yes — I’m the V Olga!

beautiful ' Olga Oo- la-la!
! Jcv spy queen, \ Ah, lei us >
AylV> Olga h dance! /
. iwC) Oo-la-lcd J( Dance! f

That song!
That melody

of the

masses!

Are

you

are

Let us twirl together
Let us forget every thi
except Lake Ladoga

Put another y If he’s as smart as
pp kopek in-- he looks, he's hid his
"" in with y most recent secrets
Khatcha-Turian! Yin a unlikely spot—

I ^° u l°dh through

H. ( the condiments. c

SUSAf
An i?
SPlCg
An

NWSTAo t

.

Hsst, secret operative 2 9!
Psst! Now's our chance to
slip ’em the plans what’ll
— 7 overthrow the West, s

I Subversion
L KIT

Look, li’l rose of the
Rurals— secret plans—
a new invention—
a new game—

beisbul!

take our advice,
is— for instance,

of you be ‘Abner.

Sell the
secret to
the U.S.
and A.

like

advice

You can hop a hot sleigh
we got waitin’ an’ slip
across the border. . . s <.

We

uou

Assume

names

one

other

Double

Hooray l Comrade!! We is Succeeded! Them
two will carry out our plan an’ divide the
U.S. and A. into two bitter camps —
tHe gummint won't survive
more’n two weeks...

To bei sbul!

An' the
r f?ed October \

Classic!

Our next assignment is on
the moon. The Department
of Transport is dispatchih a ~
fast cow tonight when the moon
is full and makes a good target—
you an 1 me got two tickets *
on her!

«CRe

When we gits there we gits first
crack at overthrowih the gum-
mint on account we is dood
our doody up to now.

But there aiht
no people on /
the moon— let
alone a gummint.

Then it’s a problem
what’ll take a lot
of good solid
revolutionary thought.
) Giddap ’
Vyatcheslav, \ ^
back to the ) 6
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