Evening Star Newspaper, September 22, 1928, Page 26

929 Say! you GuYS CANT TAKE ME FOR ANy SLEIGH | Ripe! IH NO SOP- | WHERE'S Y HAT? T THINK YOU'RE Bo™ FulLL oF DANDELIONS 1 — [BER 1928, 26 — THE EVENING STAR. WASHINGTON, D. €. RATURDAY | TMR. BOWERS, THIS GENTLEMAN AND Ty SELP | ITHE CHEERFUL CHERUB %‘rlmNe To | @ THE FLIP FLOP FiLrt Co. HE 1S MR- P []e . FLIP AND T AM MR. FRITZ FloP ! FOR Two ‘-0}\' how [ love to sit A NEARDBY YEARS WE HAVE SCARCHED IN VAN FoR A N RESTAURANT 3 COMEDY STAR — UNTIL CHANCE THREW You and think ! 5 \ £ RECOTNIZED A 3 I 14 OUR PATH! N YOU WE REWGNIZED «It's underneath,” explained Bobby |Strande Fancies ! can \ITH THE TWO || I» “ i ver.” 18 ! T COMEDIAN ~ THAT 1S WHY WE HAVE T rolled the log over. ! 1 1 - rir\ MYSTERIOUS GREAT COMED! Y “All right, we'll roll it back,' sald 1 SHADOME You ALL WEEK — TO BE FOIITWE Cubby Bear, and he did just that thing To entertain me by STRANGER S, THAT You WERE ALL WE DEsiReD! MR Bouay the hour — When the log was rolled over there < was the liitle B mothole. Cubby Bear , GOORY BOWRS | You Are VeRY ERY ft's surely grend to SAT AND =— 7 FUNNY ~ ave a_mind. sniffed at it There was the n-g;n scent of Mouse. Yes, sir, there was the fre 3 L\STENED TO o) S BN AMAZING fresh scent of Mous>, There certainly TALE. liad boen a Mouse in there. Cubby, AT NEXT( Bear wasted no time. Tl Rt 0eeee LEASE he BOWERS, 1 ASSURE “pU THIS IS A SERIOUS MATTER INVOLVING A GREAT DEAL OF TIHE AD MONEY!! WE ARE IN DEAD EARNEST — W€ WART TO MAKE YoU THE GREATEST SoReen CorEIAN 1N THE WHLE WELL — I TS IMPOSSITLE '+ IvE GOT A WIFE ~ SHE'LL NEVeR LET ME GO INTD THE MOVIET SHED HAVE A FIT! s €S i J;We ARRANGE THAT ! SHE WILL NEVER Know( ABOUT 1T UNTIL YOUR FIRST PCTURE (5 = RELAHD BY THORNTON W. BURGESS Cubby Bear's Disappointment. 8et not your heart on Lest 1t but disappoin ol thing brinz t Mother Nature. Cubby Bear had his mouth all made up for a fat Wood Mouse. Bobby Coon was going to show him where it was. Of course, that Wood Mouse was none other than Whitefoot. Bobby had al- most caught him and Whitefoot had escaped by @ through a knothole | into an old loz. Bobby tried to get | him out and couldn't. Then Bobby had [ T rolled the log over, so that the knothole | 9 was against the ground and Whitefoot H By Pop MOMAND Discovered! Geofy 1 A G foon gt that fellow out o d he. ed his stout claws in the edg* 1at knothole. The wood was old Somewhat decayed around the ik st S 4 01 | L hothole. Cubby Bear pulled. He pull- T e IO Dobby WAt B0/08 Jed-and he pulied. A’ splinter ofiwocd « Cubby Bear thought that with his ston! making a crack. The scent claws he might be able to tear it open use was stronger. You should have 2 seen Cubby go (o work then. He hooked F557 | his elaw n that crack and tuzged and pulled and ripped out another big Cplinter. Bobby Coon sat _close by watching. To tell the truth, Bobby was hoping that Whitefoot would jump out and try to run away. If he did Bobby | rt there,” S e § 7 5 /A DO TE L T = e R T= L WHEREDYUH S 00w « YurRE. ) VUH GOTTA’ N w2 Lrrie AnseoRT )f -7 Down AN A ST DOWN 4 o | \ s o | Look For 1T/ \USNT BROKEN i ~. { e CUBBY BEAR SHUFFLED ALONG BEHIND HIM. Bobby Coon led the way, alorg up from the Laug Cubby Bear shuffled along’ b Both ot them walked flat-footed. which i< something very few of the little peo- ple who wear fur can do. Most of them walk on their toes. But Bears and Rac- coons but their whole foot down, touch- inz the heel to the ground “Where is this M 4 Cubby Bear. as he noticed in which Bobby Coun was going “It's up near the sugar-house,™ re plied Bobby Coon. Cubby Bear said Jooked a little uneasy. e last time he was up there he ha badly frightened by his father, Bu Bear. atly they reached the little clearing around the sugar-house. Tl gtopped to make sure that the w clear. Then Bobby Coon led ihe wav to the little log in which he had left Whitefoot the Wood Mouse. It was a small log. Cubby Bear could pick it up ;flfly “T don't see any knothole,” said e. : Willie Wi mbled but ne baen great i Y ROBE! 'lv'QVlJlLL[. . m Loy *T didn't mean to be impudent. I $ust told Mrs. Brown about Papa sayin' she was a scandal-monger an' asked her if that was her maiden name.” P L ’ C}mosmg A Husb P o] “Methinks Il marry Grimshaw Grease.” explained Lenore, mv lovilv niece, as she sat by my side; “he’s asked me fourteen times or more to Sicp up to the parson’s door and be his blushing bride. He surely does know how to court, I've found he is a dead game #port, he's easy with the dough: he al ways treats me like a queen, b2 hi a costly limousine when we would driving go. I'm tired of making evening dates with stingy and too-thrifty skates whe do not spend a dime; but Grimshaw, when we drive abroad, is always brand- iching his wad, we have a gorgeous time.” “And yet, fair niece,” I made reply, “I'd rather see you wed a guy who isn't quite so gay, who doesn't rank witk spendthrift lads, who thinks it wise w salt some scads against the rainy day. Were I a damsel bright and fair, with pink silk ribbons in my hair and pain* upon my cheeks, T'd be afraid to wed the skate who cannot keep his budget straight, whose money always leaks There is much courage in the swain who shows a thrifty, saving strain when going with a girl, who knows he has nc coin to spare to blow in like a million- ire, or like a belted earl. I much ad- mire the youth who feels that he must save the silver wheels if he would safely wed; for with a wife he’ll have to buy just twice the quantity of pie. of prunes and tripe and bread. And if he really loves the maid he'll know his rubles should be laid securely in the brine: #o that when she becomes his wife he’ll have the stuff to make her life a thing ceding fine. The spend- thrift blows his roll before he weds the girl, my dear Lenore, and afterwards is broke: the cautious lag, he looks ahead, and thinks of shoes and hats and bread, and you should watch his smoke.” WALT MASON. (Copyiight, 1928.) 2 and. ce, the o« L= Coon intended to have Whitefoot for | himselt. | Cubby Bear grunted and tugged and | puiled and tugged and pretty soon he had opened that little hollow 1og so you | could see all of it. There was no Mouse there! No, sir, there wasn't a Mouse there! All there was was the smell of | | Mouse, and that was most tantalizing {and not at all satisfving. Cubby Bear | was disappointed. He was bitterly dis- | appointed. “Where he de- manded. Bobby Coon looked puzzled. He back- led off to a safe distance. “I don't| know,” said he. “I left him there. He was a prisoner. You saw for yourself that that log was lying with that open- ing against the ground. That Mouse was in there when I left.” “Then why isn't he here now?” de- manded Cubby. But that was something tha Coon couldn’t answer. He wish>d could Just then Cubby Bear hapnened to the ground. Right where d been there was a little in_the ground. Cubby There was_the Mouse scent again. He followed it along the ground with his nose. It led straight little sugar-house. “Huh!" exclaimed Cubby in disgus'. Ul he had to do was dig out. He jus: dug right out while you were down there fishing at the Laughing Brock. | If you were not so old and tough I'd take vou in place of that Mouse.” Bobby Coon backed away hurriedly. Then he grinned. “You mean if [ wer| not quite so big,” said he. “You don't dare try it.” “Don't 12" cried Cubby. and made 2 | toward Bobby. But Bobby had taken to his heel (Copy is that Mouse?" look down at that old log ¥ shallow hol sniffed at it. t. 1923.) LITTLE BENNY Me and Puds Simkins was wawking along tawking about diffrent subjects such as how grate it would be if cer- tain things such as watermelons grew in buntches like grapes at the same price, and weather we would feel any diffrent if we. was Chinee kids the same age ony a diffrent color and shape, and how swell it would feel if the President of the country gave us a special license to drive a automcbeel at our age, and | weather there is any more sudden way | of waking up than by having the slats | fall out of your bed, wich we couldent | think of any, and just then some man | quick came around the corner and | bumped into us both, pritty near nock- | ing us over, Puds saying, Hay, G, wizz, |and me saying, Hay, wat the dooce. Look out of the way, the man sed. And he quick kepp on going. Being a big wide man looking as if he was in a fearse hurry, and me and Puds looked at each other mad, saying, G wizz wats a matter with that guy, cant he look ware he's going to, good nite thats a heck of a note wawking along strate and getting bumped like that, G rooz- lem whose he think he is? | G. wizzickers, good nite, T know, Puds sed. | Who, wat? I sed, and Puds sed, I herd my mother reading it out of the paper, theres a lot of men going around bumping into people and then quick picking their pockits wile their still thinking about being bumped, and good nite that guy was one of them, good nite he dident haff to bump us like that, did he, he could see us, couldent he? He was after our money, thats wat he_was after, he sed. Jimminy Crissmas no wonder he was | in so big of a hurry, I sed. And I quick started to feel through all my pockits and so did Puds, me saying. Do you miss anything? and him | saying. No, I dident have any money | in_my pockits to pick. | Neither did I, I sed. G winnickers | its a good thing, I sed, and Puds sed, | We're pritty lucky all rite. And we kepp on going feeling better insted of werse. Abe Martin Says: But th’ most fun an’ th’ big surprises ’Il come when th’ campaign giis under way an’ some o' those who claim ¢’ have religious principles show ‘emselves. Some folks tell a good cantalupe by thumpin’ it, some by liftin’ it, some hy smellin’ it, an’ some by its filigree work, an’ they’re all wrong. (Copyright. 1928.) The Timid Soul. { WAITER!! | waNT SomeE ) 5§@|;€»vulwr|TNW PIMUTES FOR A WATERT TARE GAY, ARE YA TRAN T BULLY USZWE YA CAN T BE QUIET AN ACT LIKE AGENT | YA cam 61T oUT —By WEBSTER. Evidence. BIC DanaS HEER Evegy SAT. Nt so4 HEAVENS,MESCAL,) INE DROPPED MY WRIST WATCH PPre. MOLEY BATES, KEEP YOI HOOFS ON R _S/UHRE A €F, 1T STATGS HeRe THAT A NUMBCR oF NATIONS HAVE PERFECTED AN AERIAL GAS ue’ BomB THAT 1S CONTROLLED af'd 3 BY RADIO! IMAGING! J& BY BuD FISHER Jeff Utters a Great Truth. OoN TD SAY, CAN BE ScAT VIA THe AIR RoLTE ERoM 9 ,/JU'“'; | EUROPE.AND DROPPED on | xR LANY CATY IN THE UNITED INC. Bec SAFE. J 3 WITH AN INVENTION LIKE THAT DON'T You REALIZE THE NEXT WAR S GONNA Be AWFUL? HARDLY 'S LIFG WiLtL ANYBODY C__/ NOBODY'S LIFEWibL BE SAFE! NOT EVEN THE Bozos wHo HAD Desk JoOBS In WASHINGTON DURING THE WORLD WAR. —_— THOSE WERE THe GUYS Y THAT THE LATC UNCLE = J0€ CANNON SA'D i WoRe SPURS on THEIR HEELS TO IKEEP THEIR | FECT FRoM SLIPPING /;Q OFE T X)ESI(S/" L RO LISTEN MANRGER - THERE'S NO USE OF ME L WASTING BASE HITS -FOR DETROIT — WE HAVEN'T A CHANCE To WIN THE PENNANT. CONNIE MACK JUST WIRED ME A FLATTZRING @ER To HELP THE ATHLETICS NoSE OUT THE YANKS DT LET ME E STAND IN YOUR | A WAY OF GRABBIN o THAT WORLD | SERIES DOUGH= MY JUST LOOK AT THE BIG BAG LITTLE CADDIE \S CARRYING ! PREKING UP, i MR. RiLey — ‘NE RE noT GONG ANYWHERE! I'M LERAVING To GET RID OF HER = 1 WON'T EVEN LET ON WHERE I'M MOVING T™M NOT GONNA DRAG THAT (00X WITH ME T PHILADELPHIAY THIS S A 00D CHANCE A zZ You PooR LITTLE THING — YOU'RE ALL TIRED ouT FROM -TOTING THAT BIG BAG, AREN'T You J | HEARD FARMER DEWLAP SAY HE WAS SHOCKIN' THE CORN TODAY - BUT | DIDN 1 SEE ANYTHING SHOCKIN * BOUT WHAT HE DID - THIS HERE OL' MOON MAKE ME FEEL UKE TRYIN IT MYSELF ! ALBERTINE RANDALL Dick Dumbunny Shocks the AWAY BECAUSE 1T DIDNT HAVE ! O YOU HARVEST MOON ! Yoo -Hoo! Good BYE, LENA- HOPE You ¢ET ANOTHER ANOTMER J0B 7 FAT CHANCE QF ME LETTIN' SUCH A SOFT ONE GET AWARY & FROM_ME: S NOw FER PSR SHIMMY ¢ \T AINT THE BIG BAG THAT TIRES ME= 115 GATHERING | UP HE CLUBS HE THROWS AWAY ThAT DOES IT BETCHA IT DID MOM! DONTCHA REMEMBER IT WAS ANGEL CAKE! .Randall .