Evening Star Newspaper, November 9, 1930, Page 118

YES, PoP, MoTHER PUMSHED ME WHILE YOU weRe DOoWNTOWN. MUTT, PAPA HAS ComMmeE T wISIT T HIf oLD TRCKS: THIS AXLE GREASE AIN'T 1T A C TRAP? MUTT, You KEEP YoLR NOSE OUT ofF MY BUSINESS OR— HAW, HAW, HAW! THAT WAs PUN SHMENT) 85\.:5&\:'& R . - Mutt Versus His Father-In-Law I HOPE You TWo GET ALONG BETTER AS PARIS GRGEN THIS TIME. IN A CAKG. SHAKE L] Y, \T's E: YouR BAG' L PUT A RAT TRAP IN THE POCKGT IN WHICH T USUALLY CARRY MY WALLGT AND POOR MUTT GotU & HIS DARLING FINGERS CAUVGHT (N Te OR YOU'LL GET 1T CAUGHT IN THE TRAP LIKE THATY ¢ IFYOU STAY A MONTH J IT WILL SEEM W\KE A HUNDRED YEARS TO ME! T'Ll CARRY YOU‘R BAG UPSTAIR GREASE. MLT HAD IT SMEARED ON HIS HAND! S -ryoum ROOM! WHAT WERE Yov DOING IN PAPA'S OUCH: MY PooR ¥ FINGERS!! THAT WAS A DIRTY (# [POLICE-