The Seattle Star Newspaper, June 19, 1925, Page 18

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Thete was fear Stanley Way n his votce a man's fear of | her over the w a woman's tears | “E didn’t eay you couldn't housemaid, sweetkins,” he gently “It. it tak have you shall have I guess every man dreams of seeing his wife doing little jots around the | ing a home he’s made for her What's | Star DOV CRVUREES Fseoue PUNS & Olive Roberts Barton NO. 15--THE FAT BOY'S STOCKING Gloria Jumped ha She kne « fave you forgive with you BANJOS -BUNION PADS FRECKLE OINTMENTS “T shall tell you a story about ayroof! He's coming down the chim fi ZZ = PONNERaNS RS | Ls] fat boy's stocking,” said Mi O' Mi. | He3 RINGERS. | jj “Punch was the little boy It} “With 2 t 1 the fa jump Bs vEeGS, was not.his real name, but he wasied into milled “ub the Ge All| | a! 30 fat—so very. very fat—that peo-| ers ain OLD MAN . 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' “Woke up to find his stocking “He was so fat that looked excited, but indeed he was yo very much excited that his poor he never 4 ey, po? very things he wanted all about ————~—— “Well, he got into bed, but do] the room,” Iaughed Mi O' M YOU SAY- you think he could sleep? | was right in his own NOONE HAS “No sir! His mother came and | I don’t understan PICKED ON said good night and fixed the cov- | ‘*How could that be fi $ YOU AS ers and window, and his father! “He had fallen asleep counting / SS came and said good night and| sheep,” said the Story ‘Teller. “It slacked the coal fire |was all a dream about the fairy and the doll.” “Then they went away : “But altho Punch sums and (To Be Continued.) | (Copyright, 1925, N. EB. recited his tables and counted sheep, Aik he couldn't sl He kept think 2 FLAPPER FANNY Says | A. Service, Ine.) ing about the he was going to get—or hoped was going to get And he kept watching his stock’ dangling from the chimney He could see it plainly, for there was a dull glow from the fire sides, the moon was coming out. It had stopped snowing (THE LADIES OF THE CIVIC IMPROVEMENT SOCIETY A DETERMINED Td BREAK UP THE LOAFING ON MAIN STREET AFTER DARI< STANLSY BY NEA RERVICE INC. 6°19-25 ‘MOM’N POP SALESMAN $AM fA& HoT-0n% \ + AUNT PLEASE - WIT a & YOT-DOG LEST A STOVE a Bee ZZLEmy 1 & = REST" NEVER” FIND “TH ° HOT- DOG = aN < BPS an 7) : \ AIMIMY FOSTER DOWN AT TH’ BOOK STORE HES AN OL PEACH = | BETCHA o- HELL GIMME oeDF A SB —_ ne GbE IM Dome ! | FORGOT ALL seen) (Ow 6oo0x YOU'D KANE SOMETHIN FoR ME T'Do! Its HARD AS TH’ DICKENS VGET A top - ) EXPERIENCE - ||] HERSELF / GREETINGS! | ELAN BY STANLEY FRECKLES AND HIS FRIENDS LL TAKE HAMBURGER INSTERD , WELL LOOK Who's KLO JIMMY! cay ; | HERE — Bootsy SPs NEED ANY Ht? IE 1M Looky * FoR A do piles YOU MEAN IN GETTIN Q0BS ? VL SAYS THIS'LL BE ‘BooT TH’ YIFTH VUR HAD IN TH LAST WEEK? AS AWFOLLY NICE OF You Td OFFED, TUE LADIES Your CANDY, TAG= way J toot _ DIDN'T You OFFER qt. IT TO THEM . GEE! COULDNT 5) TAKE ANY CHANCES- / THEY MIGHTA y & TAKEN Some! 5 at it. That was once he had Jt all over the other fellows. Let them poke all the fun they wanted at ‘im! But at Christmas they didn’t set half as much in their stockings as he did! '( YAW-MRS-NTE 'BAN HERE TO BORROW SOME TELL MRS.GUNN THAT ULL RETURN THESE THINGS NEXT WEEK WHILE LWAS OUT OLGA? ___ LG s cf “But he couldn't sleep and couldn't sleep, He + » to get} nervous. ‘If Santa Claus comes ven if I pretend—it‘n no une,’ he hought, ‘For he knows I'm sham ming, 1 guess I'll go over to the guest room and stay tI he's gone {t's better for him to find an empty bed than a wideawake boy.’ “80 away he “Just then the “Dear, ho: a fairy looked in window and saw the mplyt that tat | dear! Where her gone who live And here comes Santa's sleigh now.| Whether she wants to or not, a 'f he wees an empty bed, he won't| ght rope walker han to stick. bo leave a thing! There! Mo's on the| the straight and narrow, | “It was a pretty fat stocking, ' More Like It just like Punch himself. Punch a se SE SIREN ASN Rl ae SRL NR GN LOL pa Ae stopped counting sheep and looked Ot THANKS OLGA~ JUST DIO ANYONE CALL SHE BAN GOT TWO >) EGGS -A COP O'FLOUR, SOME BUTTER , BAKIN’ SODY = VANILLA AN’ POWDERED SUGAR - SHE SAID SHE WANTED ‘To, BAKE A FiG CAKE Goop GRACIOUS ~ WHAT WAS SHE AFTER NOW? TTA WELL FROM THE AMOUNT: OF STUFF SHE BORROWED. L WOULD SAY IT'S GOING TO BE A "SPONGE’ CAKE !t