Evening Star Newspaper, October 13, 1928, Page 27

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[ T think about the bygone days when first drove a motor car, which toiled ong the dusty ways and smoked as| ough twere burning tar. With trem- ling heart I left the town to journey | p the rustic track, for things were al- ays breaking down, and things were & lways out of whack. Along the road I sed to park, in sore disgust, my vmb-i ly van, to fix the plugs that wouldn't | Bpark, to change the belt that ran the | ¥an. And I kept crawling underneath, $o fix a gear, adjust & coil, and there Would get my laurel wreath all daubed fwith grease and rancid oil. There'd be dozen cars in sight, all suffering from | Bilments weird; their owners voiced | gheir keen delight in language that | “would scorch your beard. If some one | traveled 50 miles in those old days without a break, he'd flourish wide, $riumphant smiles and brag until your eart would ache. Then men were al- vays changing tires and swearing roundly as they wrought; an ancient motorist perspires when he gives bygone times a thought. And after every little fun a motor must be overhauled; and #s the owner paid the mon, small won- ¢ ier if he wept and bawled. But now I go week after week, month after | fmonth, and nothing breaks; along the gunlit hills I streak and scorch around the misty lakes. I start long trips ithout a fear of accidents upon the ad; the tires keep running for a year nd do not flatten or explode. The uto, as we know it now, is from all rts of trouble free, until we shall side- ipe & cow or wind it deftly round tree. Yet there are sad and dotard jays who to vain heresies give tongue: “They don't build autos nowadays as as when we all were young!” i WALT MASON. A farmer raises his own food. It's tryin’ t' run an automobile on promises that gits his goat. (Copyrisht. 1928,) Willie Willis BY ROBERT QUILLEN. “The doctor sald I was unlucky when the truck hit me, but he didn't know about it knockin' out the tooth papa was goin’ to make me have filled.” (Copyright, 1928.) YOU GO\N' DOWN TOMN AG\N TODAVY i, NOW MOTHER, JOU KNOW PERFECTLY WeLL | HAVE & FA\TTING FOR MY DRESS AT MAZEYS THIS AFTERNOON= MOTHER YO STAY. | HOME AN’ LOOY. AFTER YOUR FAMILY JWHILE YOU'RE OUT DON'T" KNOW WOY'D BECOME OF YOUR CHILD IR 1T WU T lreER el — \iamuw AFTER Nes W~ : HAVE YEZ Any CHILDREN, Mes. MoRTen ? L WILLIE'S FATHER'S TAKIN' HiM AN OM,VES. Bur [ryev'RE ALt GROWN WP WHEN YOUR STATUS WAS E5TABLISHED WITH THE NEW HIRED GIRL A lLt"fi ¢ | THE - CHEERFUL CHERUB | | . ol” Now animals arent K(IPIN polite , ") 1 M WiLLian DESMOND BOWER S WAS ONE SURPRISED YounG HAN WHEN HE DISCOVERED THAT Junie KNEW OF HIS The Way | connections Julie WITH THE ! SeesIt. |FLIP FLOP FiLM Co. 2 Each tries to outdo ‘$is own brother, But we tip our hats when we meet T e | Pop'Momna And open the 4 i | | | 1T'S A FACT, MUTT. THE DUCHESS AND T ARG GONNA GGT WITcHED ON €LECTION DAY, WHAT'S THIS T HEAR ABOUT YOU ANID THE HESS oF FLATBUSH T |serome maRmen? g BuD F?;usm Certainly Mutt Believes in Marriage. It Does Sound Sax-o- phoney. DONT TALK TO ME GOOFY || GEE! I WANTED BOWERS! YOURE A Fine )| SJ'RPIV.ISE You SNEAKING AROUND ':/7' s GETTING A TOB IN TH BETOLE e O HOVIES, AND WOULDNT eva:TELL,rs,— I ALWAYS THoUGHT You weRe GOSEY AND Now T KN ow ITe THIS PRESIDEATIAL CAMPAIGN HAS MADE A NUT ouT oF You. HEAVENS! DIDNT THOSE MARATHON DANCERS N THE CITY HAVE. ENDURANCE. THOUGH WST IMAGINE THEM DANCING FOR 620 ex GAL \Cunaesm 408 COND | NOTHIY - 13410 ‘\fi SHE LOOK'S)SME LOOK ox p CASCH " IDEA OF MY HUSBAND HANGING AROUND A LOT OF MOVING PICTURE VAMPS BuT T PHOOEY oN THAT Love STUFF. Leve DoN'T” B& A FooL! Her AND- )| BACK oUT BeFoRe 2 IT's ™o LATE! ! A . Ty SAY' DONT MARE. HE 2AUGH ~ THE ONLY VAMP TVE SEeN 13 A FIFTY: FIVE YeAR OLD BABY TH' PICTURE WITH ME ! T™ DOIN' MOST OF My ACTING WITH LIONS ~ WD LioNs! qmm MY WoRrD! DON'T You BELIEVE <IN 1 MARRIAGED % < : Ts}fl‘-' PACK MY THINGS, BUCKINGHAM— I'M LERVING FOR NEW HAVEN. THE FOOTBALL SEASON 1S ON AND YALE IS LOOKING FOR A 600D COACH. T WROTE A LETTER TELLING ‘EM ALL ABOUT MYSELF S0 IT LOOKS LIKE - THE JoB IS CINCHED! % Nowadays. NEVER SHOWED UP SO JIMMIE Standing’ Joke. GOSH. BETTY ! WHAT’S THE MATTER WITH DuUMMY 2 N By ALBERTINE RANDALL /TeN THOUSAND "BERRIES A YEAR FOR TEACHING SoME GUYS A LoT OF NUMBERS S MY' \DBA OF A SOFT RACKET! CAN You IMAGINE A MOTHER PERMITTING RER DAUGHTER WHADDA © CARE! EVERYBODY GETS A STAND- { RICHT ON THE DOT— MY NAME'S )} eN'T IN— TMANACER GET NAMED JUNE ROIE, IN DIDN'T HE WELL= TS ALL THE SAME, IF A WILD WOMAN DOESN'T GET SV ~ A WILD LION wiLL ' g CERTAINLY T BeLGuE IN \ MARRIAGC « BELIEVED N SANTA CLAUS ONCE,T00! i ! ot Ciclpyrignt. 928 4y M€ P ) Growe Britan Righey Reservad_Trade NEAH, 1 CLAIM THEY HAD ENDURANCE - VEST) THILVK. OF ANMBODY HAVIN' TO USSEN TO A SAY%LO-PHONE FER/ THET LONG. LOOKS LIKE HE MUST MY HAvE ! LeTTeR ? 1 BETCHA! ONCET INA WHILE GETS A STAND-UP! LLET'S LEAVE ‘M TOMOR! 'S § AT ANTWAY {1

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