Evening Star Newspaper, January 13, 1937, Page 31

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GROWING PAINS By Phillips HOHL 31 e, 3 “LITTLE DID I THINK I'D LAND IN A NUDIST COLONY—" MODERN MAIDENS @ T P, A8 e et . 1-1% “HEY, WAIT! IT MIGHT HIT THE JANITOR, AND THEN WE WON'T GET ANY HEAT!" I Daily Cross-Word Puzzle I . Superlative. . Brownish-red gem. » . Expressive thoughts. Down. . Adorned with tufts. . Appraise. . Male of the red deer. . River in France. . Special journeys. . Behold! . Cover. 1. Form into checkers. 11. Greek god of war. 15. Pertaining to planetoids. §6. Strip reinforeing a border. 17. One of a series of steps. 18. Known facts. 19. Mohametan prince. 20. Remarkable. . Plaited floor coverings. . Poem, . Printer's measure. . Son of Seth. . Narrates. . Resinous substance. . Crowlike birds. . Imprisonment. . Greek letter. . Vapor. [ ] 84, 85. 26 28 80. 8. . Condition of being distant. 85. 26 88. Alcoholic liquor. 89. a 43 « 4. 50 51 B4 5 86 68 . Omits, as a vowel. . Forceful significance. . Averse. . Snail-like gastropod. . Declare on oath. . Hard covering of a seed. . Projecting beam. . Dish of raw vegetables. . Greek mythical enchantress. . High in stature. . Graduated disks. . Evident. . Remunerations. . Blemish. . Time between seasons. . Ghosts. . Oriental sacred tower. . Marshes. . Indentation. . Pendent flap. . Semi-diameters. . Mineral spring. . Runs over the rim. . College official. . Trap. . Sheeplike. . Small valley. . Level. . Termination. Allow. . Pigeon. . Public walk. . Rent asunder. %1. Paradise. . Musical note. —— — Seven Deadly Sins Depicted. An old artist designing the Seven Deadly Sins had Hypocrisy kneeling at Answer to Yesterday’s Pussle, (OIDDISIGIRIAISIPIAIL MA| WARPIAIT SILIERPIATIN] EILIUL MEISIKARMLITILIT] li[’jflggfllfi [fl[llll&‘@[!@ CEHANDBAGHS! ETMICARTEMLET piously joined under the chin, the shrewd, hard face is expressive of worldliness; Slander as a diobolical & venemous tongue protruding; Pride smirking self-consciously in gorgeous robes; Gluttony hugging a distended stomach; Avarice holding a money bag; Sloth sitting erect in a bed, and Sensuality—we know not what, but it must have been the worst of all, for the figure which should represent it has been blotted out. A [EILIMIIS O EREOFMKNURILIED TS EEKENOVA EERTEMAVER ILEINII a desk, but though the hands are | being, with hair erect like flames and | THE EVENING STAR, WASHINGTON, D. C., WEDNESDAY, JANUARY 13, 1937 WAR ON CRIME—G-Men Demand Surrender. COVIR. “TUE STAIRWAY— M GOING T PHONE TE GRAV AARTMENT/ AGENTS CONVEQGED HIDEOUT OF THE" ALL ADE — THIRD FlooR, PLEASE. FURNITURE, UPHOLSTERY, RUGS, MISSES’ APPAREL,PLEASE. Gok& ouT, PLEASE ~§ YOU GOT A TOUGH RACKET, -ER- "BLINKEY'= I'VE [l UAKE,JISN'T IT? | THOUGHT 1 I HATE TO MAKE g| A LIAR OUTTA You, UNCLE WILLIE, BUT, I'M GONNA GET TH I TELLVYA, I'LL PROVE THAT YOU ARE/! b 259 % . P k& AND THE KING SLEPT EVERY NIGHT IN THIS . BED, UNTIL HIS NINETY-SECOND S8IRTHDAY THE' CHEERFUL CHERUB The moon seils blandly on her way,, And though | sing her raise in rhymes She never deigns to i| notice me— ||She makes me fFeel so snubbed at times. < Wi \ELIEV] M True Stories of G-Men Activities VTS A L% SAVS UES AN RIEND S Masfi?«m NOT A BAD IDEA —THAT PLEASE STUFF. SoRT oF PUTS PEOPLE YES — IF IT WiLL PuT WEeLL, You IN GooD HumoRr '™ SURPRISED YOU THINK SO. | MIGKT Based Records of the Federal Bureau of Investigation—Modified in the Public Interest. B—11 Resistared U. 8. Patent omee. —By REX COLLIER L3 T — PR AT BRI T S A S INWVESTIGATION ! WEVE GOT VOU ‘uwnfuco-rw; F:wsmbom‘ lovid ONE AT A TIME WiTH VOUR “s‘YNAégs UP/ NOW =& SQINE NEW BUG NEEDED, PLEASE. CHAIRS FALLING APART, PLEASE. COME ACRoSS, PLEASE 1'M MAKIN' IT ‘LlfiNT TO You- TEN | COULON'T BE SAFER IN A CHURCH - HEY! MoON! WOTTA YouU KNOW ABOUT THAT? WHY DASH IT, MOON! YOUR ONE-MAN-GANG ISN'T HERE/ ,,-,7/7/ > - "/Jf// 2 77 ¢ YEH - PINKEY LLB/ I WANTA “ I BETCHA HE USETA A LOT CLIMBIN’ OVER FHAT ROPE. RY, EDDIE, T MY RHEUMATI 1S JUST KILLIN' ME !

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