The Seattle Star Newspaper, August 16, 1923, Page 14

URSDAY, AUGUST 16, 1923. i THE SEATTLE STAR THURSDAY, AUC 23, / PAGE 14 eo, [ —— Daily Doings of The Star’s Family of Famous Comic Folks | | And Into the Fire Story by Octavus Roy Cohen u'Wetn'tastor| EVERETT TRUE BY CONDO WHETHER TO DRIVES AWAY FROM THe | SPOT WHERE You've PICNICED, AND LEAYG! THE TIN CANS, LUNCH Boxes AN Ta | TEMPUS TODD pe eagy “ JUAN DOUGH Aty CAR OFFEN A STRANGER AN’ I HAS ivttene I. Quis Our 7) At : , IS THE ONY TWNG FAINT NEVER HAD NOTHIN’ ELSE Sy Sin Bhd OO CAP BARS TON INS PaO, “s a prion a] 1" m4 | GAL F IN LOVE WT Mt TRIES "To Gi ; s < c BUT NCE T COMET PONE RS WAN JUNE || Me KIT Cams ON LI'L CAR, AN’ Soke ay’ Daopy| Y ; Gooowess Gasnvessiceiesriad!) 7 THAS BEEN HiDwi| |Wasre Paree, oR Toy Some REAL SPEED. ~~~ ~~ - ( How 010 You Grr HRAH AN IN THE CAR SINCE PRoPaRLY Dsrose a orale Bie tegle -0/ a bz WHAT /9 You Doin? BEFo' THe RACE, Or THIEM ----—- ? * fk —. . ‘ Govr OYE JUAN. PARCWELL CELBSTIAL: BOTH OP You WAS EMyGoer DUT CELESTIAL WAS WUSS. I Hopes weveR To Ser BYR) ON NBITHER OF "EN AGAIN i ; } , a , Pepe) -----AYE, THERe's Beg) Hc RUBGISH !!! By 4 \ pj tL/7 = oe to daa. —— ——— i. 0. > a SECOND HAND fate; AN i, aa ie iM NEARLY THROUGH } , An SPINING WHEELS | WALAVA —j=—ffs WEA TRS es) ‘ Cnty SHOT GUNS & TOMB STOVE BEEN A Rate 7 WHITTLER FoR z ~ Tus shi? CARVED OF | wy HERM DOOLITTLE, CHAMPION WHITTLER, VIEWED THE Carveo WOODEN SHIP DISPLAYED /N A BOTTLE WHY DOGS LEAVE HOME) IN TOBEY HOUSTONS STORE WINDow a | $ALESMAN $AM / YERH , MILY- AND 1M) GONNA RIGHT - HERES PY CHECK RIDE SUPERSTITIOUS IN TH’ Won etiasor ie YON BIG RACE. DAN PETER : ree eH ae OMORROW-WEY DONT SOU TLL NEVER NEVER SPEAK BET A LITTLE MONEY ON HIM7- “TO NOU AGAIN VUL Wi Sure — 4 4 fo lag | Jazz must go, say the International Dancing Masters ia | convention in New York. Such sedate waltzes as this one, | ) demonstrated by Frank Norman, of Montreal, Can., and @ | Edith McCrea, of Chester, Pa., are to be the vogue this com ing season, BY AL POSEN PASSING OF VILLA | . IVE ALWAYS LIKED YOU, LARRY-| I'VE PICKED MYSELE SAY USTEN - DON’T YOU'RE THE GEST OF ALL MY | HUSBAND-YEP- AND YOU'RE THAT (T'S THE MAN THE Man I CHOSE! VEU I suer ee | ee a YOU FELLAS , , 4 A BARELAR VESTERDAY- : Sei ine pera) CN 6oe BUT VA CAUSE THEY HAVE TUL TAYE YA DON Nid 5 i 9 DONT KETO NS “THRASHIN' MACHINES Dann AN! SHOW YA WHERE i, GON’ T AO FRECKLES AND HIS FRIENDS _ Home’s Bad Enough for Willie a iz BY BLOSSER Here are the last chapters in the stormy career of Pancho Villa, At the top is the bullet-riddled automobile he and his aides were riding in when the assassins attacked. Sixty three shots hit the machine, 18 entering the rebel chieftain’s body, At the bottom is the rude grave in the little cemeter@l at Parral where Pancho sleeps today.