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WASHINGTON, D. C. MUTT AND JEFF - Jeff WHY, DOWN IN KANSAS WHERE T WoORKED EoR A YEAR FoLkS WoOuULD SAY THIS WAS A DEAD CALM! AND (T WAS IMPOSSIBLE ForR LS THAT ERE WORKING ON THE SIDE THE wiND WAS BLOWING AGAINST. T8 DRAW BAck OUR HAMMERS T HIT ' Mu‘\'. T-DON'T THINE THAT WAS suck A HARD WIND: WINDS NEVER COME ANY HARDER THAN HAND THOSE WOLVES WERE MIGHTY HUNGRY, oo, A AND T DIDN'T LIKE THE IDEA OF BEING €ATEN fl BY A WOLF ! NO,SIR, T DIDA'T! S0 ONE DAY WHEN THERE WAS A LITTLE MORE OF A _ BREE2E THAN USUAL, T FILLED VP A Pockel WITH BuLLeTs AND wWenT ¢ - FOR A WALK Copyright, 1921, by H. C. Fisher. Trudemark Reg. U. S. Pat. 0fm, -5z, 1DOES ITT LISTEN: ONE DAY X WAS HELPING BUILD A BARN- It WANTED 1T DRIVEN AND THE WIND WAS BLOWING SO HARD 1T FORCED THE NAIL IN RIGHAT UP To THE HEAD: I RECALLS A LITTLE MC\DEAT THAT TRolc PLACE “YeARS AGo fi WHEN & wAS IN RUSSIA! T wAs WINTERING VP THeREe. IN A MINUTE T SE€S A WOLF RIGHT STRALIGHT Down THE WIND FROM ME, So T TAKeEs A BULLET AND Houds 1T BETWEEN MY THUMB AND EINGERS Like THAT AND {TheN LET GO! THe wolLE DROPPED DeAd wITH A Hole cLEAR THROUGH HIM! I WEAT oN JHUNTING TILL ALL MY BULLETS WEREGONE, {AND THE ANEXY DAY WeE COUNTED OVER | 2600 WOLVES I'D KILLED. = Some WIND! Goes Mutt One Better -- By BUD FISHER { AND ALONG IN THE AFTERNOON THE WIND COMMENCED TO GET UP PRETTY STROMG. BY AND BY (T GoT Much . STRONGER ~ T GoT| ALONG So FAST THAT WAY ) THAT T WAS THROUGH Twe HouR:M BEFORE THE FeLLows on THE SHELTERED SIDEWEREHALFE | ! Some WIND. BACIc (N IQOS! WE HAD MU22LE-LOADING GUNS IN THoSE DAYS, AAD GUERY SPecic OF ouR PowDER HAD GOT WET INA RAIN-STORM! AND WOLVES'. MY WORD, THEY weeke As THICk AS MOSQUITOS A IN NEW JERSEY!