The evening world. Newspaper, May 27, 1913, Page 19

FALL OUT OF MUSIC. ‘Grill sounds of a piccolo the air, and for some fow Rotes Mr, Jarr imagined weudd make a success ars of “In the Blue Virginie." t z i it rf i i Ege i i | AHH ii siel knew 0 assurance pany : e other song ain't (ecensidia une, i is an old-feshioned ‘one about the Lauterbad& I lost @ etooking yet.” wn ‘Du Bist Vericht, Mein Kind’ means siting yop that you are craay, only I Cell you, qnd that’ ther tune I can Diag.” “Never axiné playing it now!" sald Cir, Jungle Tales as —By Farm Conyeight, 1013. by ROOSTOR. ‘tn @ tree one hot afternoon sing- wetty to ‘himeclf: and he made such & t it Diew Gdister Rooster right out of the tree. ‘He tay very etill on the ground for a qitnutes and then few back in the over Mister Elephant's head. “ley, there! You great, big sneeser, @o you kgow that you blew me out of ia tree? Don't eneese again without b me ienow,” shouted Mister Roos- ‘ton “What 6 you want me to do?" asked Qiieter Elephant, jooking at Mister ears and:all Junzictown will know 1) fam going’t sneeze.” “You will also let’ them know that/ you are tatehitts cold,” sv! Mister | wa ter Blephant, sa loud that it almost 1) ghoek Mister. Rooster off his perch ve haw who ix lea than twenty eo he really thinks NAWSTY OLD So Devcevty Stow! 1% And oo, business being dull, I just ere if T oan play it. But, funny thing, I ba} play nothing but German tunes on “A German owned it,” eald Mr. Jarr. “It wasn't used to anything else. At least that's what I think.” “No,” said Gus, looking puszied, “you're wrong about that. It was an Italian feller had it for years in my brother Meyer's orchestra, so that ain't get nothing to do with it.” “But why should dusiness be tad, fine \weather Uke this?" asked Mr. Jarr. = ' “That's what I want to know,” re- piled Gus. “If anybody was blowing for the drinks I wouldn't %e dDiewing the “but I'll bet you ten cents if I was jetart playing again you'd walk out too.’ “Tt doemn't look as though the raffle will be any great success,” remarked fr. Jarr. “Oh, they'll aft chuck étce for it,” sald Que, “Tort isa funny thing thet, while nobody will isten to anybody playing a Plecole, everybedy thinks he ean play one, It is just Uke running @ saloon. ‘a it it he had it. To you'd think running @ saloon and pisying a piccolo was as easy as being @ President of Japan.” “T daresay,” “Folks won't mind their own Dusiness, ‘Decause they all feel so ture they could tend to yours. “I hear Glavinsky’s coming back,’ maid Gus. “I'll bet you anything he'll start bragsing how he used te play the plocolo when he in Warsaw. To hear him talk, you'd think he worked in @ piccolo mill, Just for that, maybe I won't raffle it off, bu ep it myself and just play it every day for my ewn amasement.” ventured Mr, Jarr. for Children er Smith—— Preas Publishing Co, (The New York Eventiig World), 7 ‘aitting upjtimes makes one sneese? Your nove, your eyes, your ears” “I haven't any ears,” sald Mister Reoster with @ crow. Mister Elephant lifted his ears to show Gfister Rooster that He has big cars, And away flew Mister Rooster. After a while he came back to his perch over Mister Klephant. “f “Wpet was the matter with you? Don't you know that it is rude to fly away when I am talking to you?’ “Yea,” oald Mister Rooster, “but you lfted your ears and I thought you were golng to eneese.”” “You must not THINK," said Mi; Blephant; “you must KNOW." / Ducwié wit Buy, HIS TTLE GIRL Her Social Life. ee areas VERY girl eught to have @ pleasant @o- om clad life and plenty af good times, It she risses these the is being de- Prived of one of the inailenabdle rights of girThood and it te a to all it, very great pity, | Instead o' being crowded wid blessin's But ber quite na-| untold, tural fondness for’ ‘Tis as empty an' dhry as © skillet. ROC! | short while eqe he was gay es @ Jari, An’ the. ‘was his wages advancin'; Til he sthrolled of @ @unday to see YT CLANCY'S in love! Hes @ sight to behold; An’ his life—ne wants some wen she works tn an office he should work there, not waste her time in ‘fiirtation, Gaile Pere however innocent and harmiess, A man Celtic Pa ; —or, at least, 8 wise man—concentrates| An’ Join in the games an’ the Gane hig mind on business, and only ®usiness, |'Twas when he took part in an elght- duetne offen hours. That's why he gets handed re @head. The young woman who would! And danced, as they afl tell me, 50 achieve any measure of success should | eplendid. follow bie example. His head remained clear, not to men- Then, when her work i# done, she can tion hia heel, take the most whi rted Pleasure| But his heart was clean gone when in her recreation. ‘twas ended. |» Beany and the Gang #4 HE 00's IT TLE Ducria ru 00? =How AsosT SHA Feuer? Witt You HELP a ME FOR A NICKEL The Tender Passion By Eugene Geary A pair o' blue eyes was Pat Clanoy's downfall; sorrowful mortal they've made him, cut all his friends an’ relations an‘ all, ‘An’ he won't take @ drink !f you wala He’ ‘The dons of his gang, from the town o° Kanturk, Don't know what to make out o' Clancy; Baye the vv te work ‘Wid alghin’ for the girl of he ¢aney, An’ ‘tig all for @ purty young colleen from Clare— he halle from the bordher of Ennis Well, if that's what's called love, tox my part I declare, @ure, I'd rather have spinal magennis, himaelg couldn't keep him (We Rew ork Evening Wea.) OU AINT GOT NOTHIN’ To SAY “I am engaged to has been a superstition in our family | with eyes not exactly norma) would irl who ie @ little cross-eyed. There for generations that to marry a girl! bring il) luck. Should I let this belief | interfer ith our marriage?” If you love the girl you qill laugh at superstition. elt “8. W." writes: “A girl | know has Just moved and has written me @ note anking me to call on her at her new apartment. Ia it necessary for me to send or bring with me a gift when I call for the firat time at the new ad- much in teve with « girt my | 4, Iso cares for me. But ect to my being with fs an orphan. Please Being of age you have @ right to make what friends you choone, “I. LA" weit ‘What ts the correct sarb for a bridegroom and # best man at 4 morning church wedding late in June?” Frock coat, white vest, gray trousers. The Silent Bullet An Absolutely NEW Type of Detective Stery By Arthur B. Reeve Kennedy te a scientist «1 ‘along ately Geert eee | (ce tee 3 Geis eee eee ‘wachine fo miries id it: i current fa CHAPTER IX. (Continued,) The Terror in the Air. a wae getting ready to fly, I through my felagiass that tng something over bis over the dynamo, but eould net make out what it was, Wig machine geemed to teap up in the air as if eager to redeem itself, Norton with his white bandaged head was the here of the hour. No sooner had his sere plane get up over the level of the trees than I heard a quick exclamation from i z i i I € i : f it} ie ett i 2E i { H : \ i i i + T : i 2 : ? i F i | fit i ft iil it E 4 2 ain it @hot around directly opposite to the wireless atation and mow it ts pointing”—- We ratsed our eyes tn the direction which it indicated, It wee preciedly In line with the weather beaten bern. raeen? if S33 is ls ? ef tetfgl fi i j | i li Hy i - f | idl ff i il h picton that ome nameless terror abroad in the alr? Quickly 1 ¢urned to ere if Norton wae all right, Yeo, there he was, circling above us in a series of wide epirals, climbing up, up Now he seemed almost to stop, to hover motionless, His engine hed been cut out and I could eee his propeller pable stopped. He was riding a» a on the ocean, A boy ran up the Kennedy unfolded it into my hands, Jt was from the operator. “Wireless out of business again. Curse that fellow who is butting in. ‘Tehot a gianon of hi taquiry at Kennedy, Paying no attention mew to the but Pearson He held his E cy 3 i rat ele Lord mi fifty per cent. i With his hat in hie hand he waved three times and stopped, Then he re- peated the process, At the third time the aeroplane seemed orton ring: t compression successfully. Slowly i i i £ nutt ss pe: ‘t i ur fh AINT IGIVIN’ 5| YER HALF OF tf 2 i Lamar sa nothing. @o Be Continued) —_————. Lost—One Billion. HB cleverest of crooks snatohed @ bition @ollare from under very noses of New York'e weele | Violet Vidor play in the atrange gue? | Read the story for yourself. Yeu can't Tt lo “The Men With » Bilton” ty Joan A. Mores It will prbieation in The eeetaenten ate 4, ‘Be ca he leet , aed. Fi Bro 8. it