Evening Star Newspaper, February 23, 1930, Page 111

COLOR SECTION WHERE SHALL 1 TAKE THIS QuY? — GOOD HEAVENS, MOON! HELLO, , MY WIFE HATES THE SIGHT LVESTER - I SEEN YOUR LIGHTS SURNIN' SO 1 DROPPED N TO — OF YOU — \T§ A GOOD THING SHES OUT AT THE "LADIES CI\WIC UPLIFT CLUB" TO-NIGHT— THERE'S NO \F SHE FOUND YOU HERE. POO-POOM - YOU AND YOUR SiL\LY SUPERST\TIONS — WHY DIDN'T wYou PUT THAT CAYT OUT BEFORE YOU WENT TO BED? HERE, K\TTY KITTY-KITTY-— SYLVESTER- * AM I LOSING MY MIND? I COULD SWEAR THAT CAY STEADY, e ST-E-ADY. HELLO, SYL- THIS \S MOON , 4 SAY 1 LEFT MY LID ON YOUR PIANO WHEN [ BEAT \T. A TOSS IT OUT TH' WINDOW TO ME WHEN YOU HEAR ME WMWISTLE. WILL YA ? he Sunday Star. WASHINGTON, D. C, SUNDAY MORNING, FEBRUARY 23, 1930. IT MUST BE EFFIE COMING HOME Quick! DUCK INTO THE PARLOR AND SLIP OUT AFTER SHE f GOES TO _BED, MOON. AW-\F YOUR LITTLE WOMAN KNOWED ME BETTER SHE WOULDNT ACT. SO 'SNOOTY, SYLVESTER- HELLO! WHOS THAT HAMMERIN' ON TH' DOOR? OH NO-1I SEE HER EYES~ SHES OVER HERE BEHIND THE CHAIR- WITTY, KITTY COME — HERE SHE \S OUT HERE, NOW- & THAYT WAS THE DOCTOR, DEAR-HE PHONED TO TELL AND G\WE YOU LOTS OF FRESH A\R. EIGHT PAGES HAHARA - 1 GUESS \T5 THAT CAT, EFFIE. A BLACK CAT 7 RUNNING IN FRONT OF ME ALWAXS TOOK YOUR OWN SWEET TIME 'ABOUT LETTING ME IN. SAY, SYLVESTER WHAT ARE YOU ACTING = SO NERVOUS ABOUT ANNWAY 2 NES-SHE HAS BEEN OVER EXERTING HERSELF WITH HER CLLB WORK LATELY [ OW . pocTo = BEEN HAVING THE AWFULEST DREAMS ABOULT CATS, JLST A FAINTING SPELL, MR. SMOKEHOUSE. SHE WIL\L BE O.X. TOMORROW . Oy