Evening Star Newspaper, August 17, 1924, Page 84

VA PeT . FOR YYouR WSon, MuTT o MUTT AND JEFF Boss, WHAT'S YouR som CRYING ABoUTE RE®S CRYING BEcAUSE T GOT R\D OF THAT cAT P>\ THAT WAS EATING PR\ MY YOUNG Ducks! I'M GETTING Goob AT, TH'S BALANCING STUEF: T'mMm PLANNKNG T GO ON THE*STAGE TH!S WINTER! MY Goobhess! JusT THE PET FOR MISTER MUTT'S SoN! FING, BOSS, Look WHAT \ T've Gor For LITTLE CICERO] THIS WILL PLeAsSe ™e BoSS AND PUT me IN SOLID WITH Rim! T'm \N Lycic TODAY! ~ /1T's A PET Eor | YouR SoN. \ AINT T cute [THAT Boy 1S THE APPLE OF MY eY& AND I'tL RAVC T© 66T HIMm Meant So Weil C e _» RAke uP THosSE weeps ouT THERE - INTHE PASTURE. He'S A FINe MYy MAN! LAD! WHAT Do You WANT MeE ™ Do TODAY, Boss® WHOA! T cAN'T Do THAT EANCY STUNT YET BUT T'LL kceP TRYING TiLL I CAN' PREwW: THERE'S SOMETHING DEAD AROUND HERE . FoR n-\e Love oE MIKE, WHAT Died! PHEW! 'By BUD FISHER I'M CRA2Y ABOUT YOUR son, Boss, AAD I'LlL S€e € T cAN'T GGT Him A PET! MY WORD! Look AT THE BEAVTIFUL L\TTLE