Evening Star Newspaper, August 8, 1937, Page 94

THE SUNDAY STAR, WASHINGTON, D. C. &n TO MR. BRITTLEWIT'S THREATS AGAINST SANDY, AND HIS ATTEMPTS TO POISON HIM, OUR CANINE HERO IS LIVING OUT AT PRESENT- BUT WITH THE FRIENDLY AID OF MRS. BRITTLEWIT. ANNIE IS ABLE TO SMUGGLE FOOD TO HIM EACH DAY--- NOW WHAT IS THIS? A SECRET RENDEZVOUS!LETS LISTEN--- WELL, ER--- I THOUGHT MAYBE ABOUT A YES - SAFE, IF WE V TAKE TIME- THE CHILD IS YOURS - | FIXED THAT- BUT WE MUST NOT GO TOO FAST- HOW <k HUNDRED MUCH DO YOU NEED? S| DOLLARS--- - SN WAIT'LL YUH SEE WHAT A SWELL DINNER MRS. BRITTLEWIT FIXED UP FOR YUH--- HEY- WHERE YUH GOIN? OH- YOu WANT ME TO' FOLLOW YOU IN THERE, EH? IT---1T'S S-SOMEBODY I COMIN' DOWN HERE INTO R TH' CELLAR! B-B-BUT | DON'T SEE 'EM--- IT'S § LIke A SPOOK! i S-S-SANDY! D-DON'T YOU HEAR IT? g MONEY - MONEY- MONEY! YOU SEEM TO THINK | AM MADE OF MONEY- | GAVE YOU AN ADVANCE- | WEVE GOT TO NOW YOU WANT MORE- EAT- AND NOW WHY CANT YOU BE THAT KID, ToO- PATIENT, BRITTLEWIT? MR. BLABBLE- SR FIFTY - AND SIGN THIS RECEIPT --- YOU 8 OH, SURE, GET YOUR EASY MONEY MR. BLABBLE - LATER- A LOT LATER- I'M IN NO FOR NOW, YOU TAKE HURRY=- YOU IT EASY: SEE? 1 KNOW WHAT KNOW MY BUSINESS- YOU'RE DOING- MUST HAVE BEEN A SWELL OLD HOUSE ONCE- LOOKS AS THOUGH NO BODY HAD LIVED IN IT FOR YEARS - FUNNY, IT DOESN'T SEEM TO BE LOCKED- NOT EVEN A LATCH ON THIS BASEMENT DOOR- Y1 'LOOK AT THAT ! WHATEVER IT WAS SHUT THAT DOOR AFTER IT! --- OR MAYBE IT WAS ONLY A DRAFT - GEE, SANDY! ARENT YoOuU SCARED Al ALL? ge‘. Ul opyrig = Tribune- WHY DONTCHA | WATCH WHERE § YER GOIN', YE [ BLUNDERIN' CHUCKLENECK? THE MRS. AND ME- DELIVERIN' A FEW GROCERIES! AUGUST 8, 1937 SURE - YOU'VE GOT TO EAT- THAT TAKES : MONEY =~ | DON'T SUPPOSE YOU EVER HEARD THEY PAY PEOPLE MONEY WANT EASY MONEY- WHY NOT? _YOU | TO WORK- BUT No- [ saib ITD BE : ONEY - THAT'S [ ABSOLUTELY \T YOU WANT- L SAFE- GEE, IT ISN'T RIGHT THAT SANDY HAS TO HIDE OUT THIS WAY- BUT HE'S NOT SAFE AT HOME - LOOK- THERE HE IS, WAITIN' FOR ME- HELLO, SANDY! WELL - PRETTY NIFTY PLACE YOU'VE GOT HERE, SANDY- YES, SIR - VERY NICE ---- HARK - K WHAT'S THAT? WHEW! MAYBE THAT S'PLAINS WHY THEY DON'T NEED LOCKS TO KEEP FOLKS OUT - YOU MAY LIKE IT HERE, BUT NOBODY'LL CATCH ME PROWLIN' AROUND HERE ANY MORE, | BETCHA!