The evening world. Newspaper, April 5, 1911, Page 17

The Evening World Daiiy Magazine, Wednesday, April 5, 191f. ‘‘The Gece. ! Vw HUNGRY! How | WISH SOME- =|B0D4 | KNOW WOULD come ALONG! is { \T CeATAIN eee ly To Be BROKE! f BY CHARLE -_ LL the weather g NORA BAY quarrels between couples who are mesried, while the dog ts eupr of scenery. Miss Rayes !s the I'f of tt, Miss Oza Wold days apparently, the chorus girl wr * the Irieh par’ acter, Noth! three time: things tn the p Mr. rworth wears @ when he {s indul nt the right sort there's » 3 pairs. thought that the Ss‘ VES con Inte: cuff, Ma havo t 1 A new fad Pworn tn sult, A bla 8 vest is quite inside the in front this tr rows puftings styles. \ groups colored sometime “Little Miss Fix-it’’ Badly in Need of Repairs. sort of cross-country plot, wiih @ very m Was S DARNTON. ° 8 to ehow that April fil Werba & ‘ond production, Ke the traditional Ne of “Latte Misw tany fun out of the 9 into them that an unkind comes alongs she knows just what to do she puts life and of the songs are Mise Bayes and her | the Happy Days!’’ diMM men! my | \ ! | U6 first wor missary of 1 i ing the manag and w * n leads, ei pink are close seconde, it royal blue and Copgright, 1011, by the Press Publishing Co, (The New York World) SM Jimmy~ Do You Rememeer The Time we WENT HunTin’? ANO TRAMPED ABUT IO MmLES B [ MADE You CARRY The GuNs B CARRIEO The LYNCH ‘LONG ABOUT G& SelecK You SAID You Could NT Go MY FARTHER UNIESS You ET ser DOWN ET uP ALL THE GRE WOULd WT GIVE You ANY LISSEN JIMMY 1m UP | Kf) | ieee8 AGAINST IT HARD = 1 GIVE You MY WORD LAINT, Ah ET FOR 4000000 YEARS. NOW \F YOU*COULD, JIMMY, FoR OLD TIME'S SAME—) f SAY ANOTHER }} ALE = a Cant AR AT= Ci Renr in HERE HAVE DINNER, pty L EWC" LCOme tt HuRRY ONT WORD ' MIAITERS . Comes bettie By George McManus “All the Wor Let George Do It! Copyright, 1911, hy the Press Publishing Co, (The New York World). GAME! Characters Mr and Mrs, Planders. sternal ead Dip acme ree Neannean i eo *. (putting down her knife and fork)—Robert! Mr. F. (aviehing chfit sauce) —H'm? Mra. F. (@adty)—Robert! "F. (compelled to look up)—H'm? Mra, F. (wistfully)—Did you kiss me when you came in to-night? Mr. F. (positively)—Sure, I ala—don't | You remember—when we were right in | the middie of the hall! | (Mr, Flanders again becomes inter- | ested in the lamb and spears @ baked potato, Mra Manders continues to re- gard him with mournful eyes, Mra. TF. (after a momert)—I guess it wagn't very expressive kim or I would ave remembered it. | Sr, F. (in spite of an herolc routhful) ~Same old kind of kiss, my dear, vin- tage of-— Mrs. F. (indignantly)—How can you joke about anything like that? I sup- pose you think because you've been married to mo etght years you don’t have to be particular about the way | you kiss me! | Mr. F. (offended)—I'm eure I'm always particular, my dear. Don't I always | kiss you when I go towntown in the morning and when I come ho | | Boone: The dining mom of Flandere's fat. | | LET \ GEORGE DO IT! BO You WANT To Gox 4 FEw ROUNDS WITH ME TO SEB How 1 AM? O0c~- | FEEL BaD! night mortal man do m | Mrs. laring up)—Yos, he Maybe you think other men don’ Vo kiss » Only the other | , your best friends told me I had a most kissable mouth and you | needn't awk ma who it was, because I | won! t tell you! Mr. I’. (dazed a bit)—A friend of mine eald that! Mrs. F’, (triumphantly)—Yes, right here in the house, toot ad strayed Into) He passed hia hand { r an angel, M. rr | il yon tle i. Ag >, on the same! s y a ange) CHAPTER XVIII. Yo The Viscount and the Pa-| A») risian. | mean, she has to bel, Opera t 1 al | and © was doing this ve A So she in us of twenty-thousand fra City Friend—Are the roads always Iike this, old man? “ . “ge is the middie of the performance?” he re And Richard turned @ terrible look Suburbanite—On, no. in winter all thie mud ls hidden under two feet gine. peated, @m Moncharmin, which seemed to bs of pretty snow, “Tose haa nothing to ay to * * 9 » & (Little Comedies of Every Day.) By Alma Woodward. By Gaston Leroux ee ee Author of *‘The Mystery of the Yellow Room,’” ets “Yes, she was carried off in the ty-thoysand y vidual 4 Er Do t, M. le Gomminsatre, Alas, T at the mom she Ww lo stor P , n ve at} 1, go on * exclaimed acted’ peat . M muddent erything and have | d eaves ' of learn | tintze Taoul a 1 t then on | | ‘ were t he looked at thal “or ld’s a Stage.” 1 THINK VEL <¢oop Do You THINK i} sHou) a 1 LO > ‘Hanvine IDEA! ee ls SAY So! Woman! Woman! — 6&7: (erstepeny)—tte ts intend ¢ Mrs. F. (aghast)—Why, Robert, what do you mean? Do you WANT me te say those things to me? Mr. F. (amiling)—My dear, fen’e at pisasant to hear sweet things from any one's lips? Mra. IF, (tumbling for her handker- chief)—Then you're NOT jealous of me? Mr. F. (raising a protesting hand)—My dear, there ts Jealousy only where there ts doubt! Mra, F. (beginning to weep) — Well, there would be doubt If you really loved met Mr. F, (Stopa eating)—Now, Clara, don't be a foolish Mttle girl, I am so sure I love you and that you love me what's the use of being unhappy or Jealous? Mra. T, (sobbing with (nareased damp- ness)—People whe are really tn love with each other ere always 1 Mr. BY (goleranty)—Dhen, deliver me from love! Mrs. F. (drying heb tears suddenly) Oh! So you DON'T love me-you ac- knowlege it! I knew dt--I knew at! Mr. I, (becoming vexed)—My d r knowledge anything. Mrs. Fr. (qiaring across the table) - ‘That's right-—cet started, Teuppose you will be throwing plates at me next Mr. FF. (self-pomsessed)—Have som jamb? nd slams t Jere delivers a few Sunda xims to the cold potato and r.) (five minutes later)—And I was ling when I told you about the she didn’t say tha’ (with mock misc 1 the truth or Ti t 4 F. (anxtously)--Oh, Robert, 1 n't have you Jealous for worlds, y own honey lamb! Mr. F, (suddenly)~By George! That's right—we forgot @bout the lamb! other man Mr. fF y "L beg ir pardon. Was novi. te Comte to your marriagepwith Mle, 1 rh atter that only congerne | ty » answered my question? hp’) wa ** 9 and that was y ve Chrtating ee Who has carrted oft moaned Raoul, 1 « ind to his heart. “Are | t artist's @ts. , ured by see sha it atin a M > aouls Md You know who Tam! * ¢ © f em the Peraian (eo Be Continuel) \ a _ m |