Evening Star Newspaper, October 11, 1925, Page 114

I CANT TELL YET g T UNTIL BLABRERMOUTH P" You GROW LP 4 PUDDINHEAD ? DIDJA HEAR ABOLT BLABBERMOUTH? HE'S GOT FORTUNE TELLIN' AWRIGHT! FOR TWO B\G BITES OFF T LICORICE WHIP You GoT AN BESIDES WE GOTTA @O To A SEKRIT PLACE! wete, NUTHIN ONEY TO GRAS YOU, KIDNAP YOU AWAY OFF TO A LONELY DIRTY OLE CABIN IN THE HILLS! \T'S THE VERY FELLER .. THE BIG DARK HAIRE™ VILLlAN! ™M Gonna RUNSY TELLS ME MY FORTUNE! ONEY SEVENTH GRAN' SONS OF SEVENTH GREAT GREAY GREAT GRANFATHERS ARE ALLOWED O vse THESE? LETS SEE THE FORTUNE TELLIN casos BLABBERMOULTH! “UNCLE PAPRICA! FoR THE LCNE OF You wou?mo‘ BLEEVE ONE PERSON HAD ALL ~ve BAD LUCK COMIN'THAT YOU GoT! £ I™M AFRAID TO GO ON! YOUR POP AN’ MOM AN MAYBE DO A LOTTA SHOOTIN'! HE'LL FORGET YOURE THERE AN LEAVE EXCEPT THE CABIN KETCHES FIRE AN’ BURNS DOWN! ....... LISTEN! LISTEN! ¥ GOT 'EM FROM MY NOU CHAINED TO A POST TO STARVE WHATEVER THESE CARDS SAY HAPPENS, SO EPE&’(\-E USED YO GV “uncte PAP” MILLIONG or DOLLARS Jus 1o KEEP ON GOOD SIDE OF HIM SO HED ONEY TELL ‘EM FORTUNES® AWRIGHT THEN! DONT BLAME ME! STARTING THIS VERY DAY YOU RAVE A STEADY STRING OF AW ] HAPPENINGS! see? HERE'S SOME DESPRIT VILLIAN LOOKIN' FOR OH JiIMMIE! JIMMIE DUGAN! BETTER NOT ANSWER! BETTER NOT T THIS 1S MY UNCLE CHUCK' FRom WHERE WE USED ToO LIVE.... AN’ LOOKIT ALL HE BROUGHT » AN' 1T AINT EVEN CHRISMIS OR MY BIRTHDAY!