Evening Star Newspaper, September 15, 1928, Page 26

‘THE EVENING STAR, WASHINGTON, D. C, SATURDAY, SEPTEMBER 15, 19%8." O1 youD BE SURPR\SED TO KNOW WHAT THEY CAN DO THCSE| Mys BaBY! WERE LINING N A T AGE - YES SIREE - GOODNESS GRAQIOUS!! A CONTRACTOR NAMED RILEY IS BUID ING THE WORLDS MOST PEAUTIFUL CHEESE FACTORY IN PEORIA! THE ENTIRE FRONT OF THE BUILDING WL BE FACED WITH REAL ITALIAN MARBLE "! L DONT SE€€ HOW THEY CAN AFFORD To WASTE MARBLE LKE THAT- DO you Howey? 7= ALOYSIWS MY DEAR, DO YOU FeeL ALL RIGHT ? I WORRIED ABOUT YOU = YOU'VE LOOKED SO HAGGARD RECENTLY! 1S THERE ANYTHING MORRYING YoU DEAR? CoME LIE g8 DowN AND TLL THE OL LADY WAS TICKLED PINK WHEN T HANDED HER THAT 33000 AN' TOLD HER O BUY SOHE NEwW JUDS!! SHE. Would Do A WAR DANCE THOUGH IF SHE KNEW I HAD SOLD HER 42 TON MARBLE STATUE FOR MATERIAL TO HELP BOILD A CHEESE FACTORY oUT IN PEORIA! EVERy TWNIE SHE LOOKS AT ME I SHAKE LIKE A WET CAT ! BY THORNTON W. BURGESS BEDTIME STORIES Cubby Tries to Get In. Who to b veth way WiIT A" that 3" ot S dom pay. ~-Old Motner Nature. For a week nothing happened at the sugar-house where Whitefoot the Wood Mouse, Mrs. Whitefoot and Trader ‘the Wood ‘Rat were living in comfort and security. It really was an ideai home they had there Inside that little sugar-house they felt secure from every | dig under. It discouraged him. Hc one except Shadow the Weasel. But “ g and began investigating to i E S re were not some other way 1 - He had seen where Trader had disaj peared af a certain corner of the old sugar-house. He found a hole there He sniffed and he snuffed. Then he began to dig. You know, a Bear is a very good digger for a very short time. Cubby made the dirt fly. But presently he reached the timber that he couldn't Clarice Wili | Never Learn the Truth. e fTled three lit- ide shivered. He tried into some of the cracks and pulling, but this did him no good. Finally, he climbed up on ¢he roof. Now, as you know, there was a piece of stovtpipe coming up through the roof to serve as a chimney. That stove- pipe interested Cubby from the start. He tried to look down it, but he couldn’t see anything. He took a long sniff, with the ait that he drew a lot of sootup his nose. which was most unpleasant and made him cough badly. This made him lose h | struck at that stovepipe hard. Now is chimne place by w s ¥ COME ON, MISS SALLY, GET Ws10E, / smarrer? GIT BUTTED - 1 HevY! RuN COME T© DLfl\\I LIKE EVERY- A FlDDLa [ el MoLey EVERY TIME HE NIFFED THREE LITTLE PEOPLE INSIDE SHIVERE el y 2 T | was all battered up Shadow the Weasel they didn't I ¢ dna rollsa) dbum. much about it. They came and went L | freely and they spent more and more i time outside the sugar-house. Not since o -~ the WIsit of Yowler the Bobcat Bad an opped to investigate this, but it s | he couldn't see anything. You see, an- i it dustsabont other lengih of that pipe continued on Whitefoot and Mis | down inside ting ready to go out, Trader the Wood bb: Rat came in in a great h He cer- tainly did com t hurry. | “What I it2" asked Whitefoot anx- fously. |7 “Sh-heh-h, hand on his lij Whitefoot and Mrs. Whitefoot st Aanxiousl; Presently the Pa Piffle’s Intentions Are Good. dusk when Whitefoot were get- PRI of stovep af der, pulting a | and down to ned t heard a snif- LISTEN, YOU B020, THE OLD DAYS ARE GONE - 1€ YoU WANT A “SHoT OH, AWRIGH T e THERE'S FOUR BITS. GEE, PROHIBITION'S AWFUL. of theose Whitefoot nodded % ! Lo You GeTTA PAY IN Abe Martin Says: \ { | - [ | ADVANCE ! GET me? —_ PR flmffi;-/ \ LITTLE BENNY : BY LEE PAPE. e ] The Weakly News. i Weather: Proberly lots of rain so | Lucky Leroy Shooster can use his nev | raincoat. | SISSIETY PAGE, | The Junior Social and Athaletic Club | held its reguler meeting in Mr. Puds Simkinses back yard Sattiday after- noon, ending up by all the members indulging in imitations of all the diff- rent kinds of dogs, including their barks, finishing with a imitation dog fite in which all joined hartily. The meeting was then forcibly broke up by Mr. Simkinses father who had bin try- ing to take a nap, and Mr. Simkins wasent saw any more that day. POME BY SKINNY MARTIN. It Depends on Ware. See the marvellis spider web, How perfeckly he has tyed it! It seems like a Werk of Art to you But not to the fly thats inside it. BIZNISS AND FINANCIAL. Lucky Leroy Shooster sent $1.20 for 2 duzzen cakes of called Dande- lion Bath Soap to sell them for $2.40 The Bartender Says an Earful. SCeEN® A WORD, CHARCE. FOR THE SIR - AND ,s‘?cumone ? Wew, My FuLL YOUR SIGNATURE | NAME 15 “ WILLIAM . CHARLES ULYSSES SUNDRY ‘SCUSE ME, AUNT MINNIE - BUT ] 1 PROMISED To WIRE AN OLD PAL WHEN 1 60T To DETROIT- HE WANTS ME UP THE HOUSE CAN Y'BEAT IT 7 oNwY FIFTY CENTS IN MY POCKET AND 1 NEED THAT To PAY THE CHECK. I e JIf our flvers are goin’ t' keep on foolin' around th' north pole I'm in favor o’ gittin’ on th' good side o’ Rus- sio, or buyin’ an arctic ice crsher of our own. This is a free country—if you've | got a pull | (Copyricht, 1928.) Consoli;; Thoué};;;o | TR R R Y Today a flivver climbed my frame, and | left me sitting, sick and lame. a tire around my neck; my shapely limbs were telescoped, and by five doctors I was doped. I was so sad a wreck. I thought | my day of doom was come, while bones | were bending out of plumb, my clothes | Teduced to junk. and to myself I softly #aid, “They will discover when Im dead 1 do not owe a plunk. My wife, my grandma, and my aunt, they will not have to gallivant for handouts, here| and there; there’ll be no ancient debts | y, for 1 have always paid my way, and thought debt was a snare. I have a package in the brine, and every- | thing that now is mine the women soon will own; and no one with a musty bill can climb the pathway up the hill to touch them for a bone.” It was a com- fort, soothing, sweet, while I was drag- ged along the street, to know that this was true; that I had dodged the stand- off snare. that I had always, everywhere, paid bills when they were due. And while the flivver fooled with me, and slammed me up against a tree, fero- cious in its play. I pitied all poor heart- sick wives whose menfolk chance to lose their lives, and leave big bills to pay. The dead are scarcely underground before there comes a doleful sound from merchants in distress: “We hate to break in on your grief—but here’s a bill for half a beef, and you must pay, we guess. We hate to interrupt the flow of tears attesting deepest woe, but still we must be paid; your husband owed for this and that. for axle grease and butterfat, in all our marts of trade.” It was a comfort while the car was daubing me with grease and tar, and scalding me with steam, and spoiling me, in hide and hoof, to know I always stood aloof from any stand-off scheme. and keep the change according to the avvertisement, amd his father took one smell of them and bawt them all im- meeditly for 2 dollers holesale so Leroy wouldent have a chance to insult the, naybers. HOW MANY CAN YOU ANSER? 1. Who has short pants starting at the neck? 2. Who discovered the Arctic Ocean? 3. What city in Africa starls with Z and ends with Y? 4. Wat kind of animals dont have children? Ansers: 1. A overheated dog. 2. Some Eskimo. 3. Proberly non=. 4. Stuffed ones. 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