The Seattle Star Newspaper, September 1, 1919, Page 13

EVERETT TRUE "EIRST AID To Pain #5. FoR iT! Sick we TE ANYWAY Ub sggosintetaasatindoetaneertnetsneaatinacicin WAY Drpd You Buy A YouuMe or THE INJURGD* 2 You | WHEN We Ger NO Foe THE Doctor! ND A FANCY MINNOW Boaket ¢ — we AWWAY? HAVE “TO BLY rest Joan: I was dreaming today in a simdy beside the lake, of what I'd F like my future to be. Do you do It | sometimes, dear, in your quiet old home in Bentsville? You write #0 . little of your heart: affairs, Joanie don't you have any? [ am eaten up a . | Prociaimed my | | “Dorothy Varick—" and in the bait | second before I opened my eyes |came out of my daydream I realized | that the owner of the voice was the |man in the dream. | “Forgive me,” Capt. Wallis went jon hastily, “I didn't mean to startle you so, I wish that biush could be | for me and not just scare.” | His voice always drops, Joan, to a note of tenderness that would melt an IRON woman. “Perhaps.” I said In a tone that collapse of self.pos session, “perhaps it was—for you.” “Oh, Dorothy, do you A sound ax of someone stumbling | in the thick wood just bebind the | - }arbor, ended his words and made us | . [her very “Me, in & cutie house dress and apron.” Fuaset-covered davenport before the fi coral Peon ay table with ani and a candy é and a tobacco jar and a lamp ith an orange shade, Pictures, bookshelves | Bulltin, and a couple of tat fehairs. That ie the living room | Then a dining room, very sunny “874 papered in old ‘dive. Blue it cretonne at the wide win mA blue rug. A copper bow! ’ lowers on the plain wood table. Window-box fj Z ‘all of wildly-gay ger. aniumes. ee Oh, Joan, the kitchen —very i » very clean and bright (I don’ ‘know how I'm to have all this oe shine in a New York flat, but this {9 dream flat) and modern and full of gas and electric ovgredieed @ lark. ie has plain, old furniture, Chintz of pres sngarn pinks and buffs. A mahogany high. boy with glang knobs, A dressing table with candlesticks on it and a framed Picture of you. A deep Closet with pretty clothes in it—not igo many, but all of them good and Eeppropriate and stylish. There is an d mahogany bed with Aunt Susan's reream knitted spread on it. d there is ME in a cutie house and apron, only comes mornin, rouldn't want her a: hear the key in the ‘clock. You see, there haven't mention A to clean, I round when f lock about 6 is @ man, who + m 1 ed. But there'd have would it be? phe nat sort of Th s-what man ig it? 1 1 QueNtIon in | call to wee his my elbow said Plain rugs, a | , things that make | maid too, but | both stare in the direction of the noise. A «mall, hurt cry followed | and we yw Miss Corley struggling | to her feet Eric ran toward her | “Oh, I have hurt myself so!” she sasped as he reached her and helped | gently to rise, “My foot— Ob, my foot—my ankles broken I think—" and @ quivering moan oe | jcaped her | Joan. f may | ing could m en't hurt one But noth. | n't and that she It f@ the ruse of | who, having manew 1 to get me out of her path to | Tom Benedict, now finds Eric more | “advantageous” than Tom, and I am | |to be swept aside, | The more I see of the average | | woman, Joan, the more I prefer cats. | DOLLY. | a pig. elleve she « urpose, cheap siren Prefers Old-Fashioned BY THE STORY LADY | | Peter was sitting on the front | porch in deep thought when mamma | lien out on the porch | “What are you dear?” she asked. | “IT was just a thinkin’ about the! thinking about. | | difference in grandmothers. Per-| |¢y's mother made him go to see hi |srandmother. She give him a quar-| | ter to go, and he give me a dime to! |S with him. His grandma was | | havin’ w woman fool with her hair! | and just told us to sit down. When we first went in her hair was the color of my grandma's, and when we | | Was ready to come away It more like | yours. Her lips waa redder ‘n yours, | | and she asked Percy how he was and} bout the folks and told him not to| jeall her grandma, but Mother Lan |#ing. Then she said that «he had| | to rest for the party tonight and for him to run on home and come back some day, She gave him a $5 gold piece and pecked him on the cheek and told him to run along and to come by himself next time, And when we got outside, Percy said, ‘Thank heaven! That's over for an-| other three months.’ “Well,” said mamma, “which kind of grandmother would you rather | have?” | “I'll take the hugs and kisses and | cookies every time, ‘specially if they | took the money away from me and} put it in the bank like they do| Percy's. He says he thinks they take it away from him and give it! back to his grandmother and it's the same old goldplece he gets all | the time.” } HELEN CARPENTER MOORE. | | \Live Wire Knocks Two Farmers Dead SPOKANE, Sept, 1.—Attempting | to remove a live wire which had| fallen on their house during al heavy wind storm, Hans Korsboen, | |55, and A. A. Jack, 90, farmers of | |Palouse, were electrocuted Sunday. | ‘The average man doesn’t know his | poor relations~@ied his rich ones don't know him, starvation if paid ents be cured, ne Orchard, jer, and it did not take Peter Rabbit would die of|once that the stranger was smaller | asked, only for the pa! than Creaker. The Little Cal OG r nl Ol ~ LOOKIE FRECKLES, see! TA waite tM GOING T' School DURTY Soon. SBE ~~ You was USING TH WRONG HAND- Nov 66°7A USB Your Q6HT HAND IN KEEPING UP WITH THE JONESES— GRACIOUS’ W RRIBLY LATE FOR DINNER AT THE DE PEYSTER'S: Im Saas ASHAMED { (iF OU HAD To GO \N:)| SPENT ANY MORE TINE FIXIN' YouR HAIR, WE WOULD BE IN TINE FoR BREAKFAST! WHATS THAT NOISE M'DEAR? IT SOUNDS LIKE @ FOUNTAIN SPLASHING! SQUIRREL FOOD— HUM EV Aga 2 THIS'LL MAKE HIS EVERY MAN HAD HIS WEAK SP "EV" 1 NO EXCEPTION AT VANITY - TES’ WATCH TH “TRY EVERETT TRUE AT STOPPING ITTO AUTO TWEY ALL FALL f Was Very Shy. % 7, | < SAN, ‘Ou, Mit ont WMA ~ WHOA CALF I! Sure! ALL THESE) SASSIETY Guys HAVE FOUN TAINS IN ‘TH’ HOUSE! (T MUST BE IN TH’ NEXT Room! NOW LISTEN, T WONT, WASTE WORDS and she twitched her tail as only she can, “What's that?” she cried. “Who is that new member of the Peter Finds He Is Mistaken BY THOKNTON W. BURGESS (Copyright, 1919, by T. W. Burgess) UTCHER THE SHRIKE was not | to a tree, and at once Peter saw that | the only newcomer in the Old There was another strang his tail wag little more than half as At once it} or Peter that this was a| to him. Of course was aroused at once, ce that is sure to arouse Pe ity, He didn't have any ever that this was a mem- | Blackbird family, but | could be he hadn't the | snny Wren will know,” and scampered off to |long as that of Creaker. long to discover that he was looked upon with some suspicion by all the other birds. The firft time Peter saw him he was walking on the ground some distance off. He didn’t hop, | but walked, and at that distance looked all black, The way he car ried himself and his movements as he walked made Peter enti of ahayntit Fe Cy y e ekle, n fact, Peter | hunt he o starred him by ceadliets Prat was| “Who ig that new member of the because he didn't really look at him. | Blackbird family who has come to It he had, he would have seen at|live in the Old Orchard?” Peter as soon as he found Jenny thing ter’a curt doubt wha ber of which of least ide thought F The first time Peter saw him he was walking on the ground, Blackbird family who has come to live in the Old Orchard?” repeated Peter, “There isn't any new member of the Blackbird family living in the Old Orchard.” retorted Jenny Wren, ren, Jenuy’s sharp little eyes snapped iain omy mmitiyy ' Ww Presently the stranger flew up in- funny ttlo| tartly “There is, too.” contradicted Peter, “I saw him with my own eyes. I can see him now He's sitting in that tree over yonder this very min- ute. He's all black, so, of course, he must be a member of the Black- bird family.” “Tut, tut, | | | tut, tut, tut.” scolded Jenny Wren, “Tut, tut, tut, tut, tut, tut! That fellow isn’t a member of the Blackbird family at all, and, what's more, he isn’t black, Go over there and take a good look at him, and then come back and tell me if you still think he is black.” Jenny turned her back on Peter and went to hunting worms, There being nothing else to do, hopped over where he could get a good look at the stranger. The sun was shining full on him, and he wasn't black at all, For the most | part he was very dark green, At least that is what Peter thought at first glance, Then, as the strang- er moved, he seemed to be a rich purple in places, In short, he changed color, His feathers we like those of Creaker the Grackle— iridescent, Next story: Jenny Who the Strange: le Wren Tells | to meet tomorrow night i Peter | pout which will feature a uicte. yim! necp-werp! AW SiucKs! 1 WISHT MY RIGHT RAND WUT ON TW’ OTHER BY GoLyy! iT @INT A FOUNTAIN 4T ALL! ITs (1R. DE PEYSTER DRINKIN’ HIS Soup!!! Beckett and McGoorty to Fight Today in England LONDON, Sept. 1.—(United Press.)| tier, in December to decide the op- Fight talk was the main topic of Lon-|Ponent for a ‘world’s championship scrap with Jack Dempsey, don sporting conversation today on Preliminaries the eve of one of the greatest boxing | 5 y is th Seiad | One preliminary will bring to- shows ever staged in England. | gether Charien Ledows, Franch aaa Interest became acute with the ter-|tamweight champion, and Walter mination of training in the camps of! Ross, British champion, in a 20-round Joe Beckett, the British heavyweight | go for $10,000, champion, and Eddie MeGoorty, the |” me other will be a 10.round bout American soldier-scrapper, > between the American heavyweight, Fred Fulton, and Arthur Townley, "lone of Beckett's sparring partners, ar cluding two British champions, ®/ nis pout is also sald to be for $10,- French champion, two Americans | 999 and a crack British heavyweight. Both Beckett and the American Si Gn te eens or Apr ot oe We r } BANKERS’ CONVENTION $10,000 and a side bet of $10,000, | Weights | Beckett will weigh about 184, while | tional bank, will go to St. Louis to MoGoorty will enter the ring at about) ettend the annual convention of the 165. ‘The champion will enter the my ring @ favorite over the American, | Amertean Bankers’ arr ‘The winner will probably meet the//# national t Brench champion, Geo tio i: tn st James D. Hoge, of the Union Nav