The evening world. Newspaper, January 26, 1914, Page 14

Fan for ‘the Home’ and the Ride Home. New York, Monday. January 26. TOO MUCH OBBIE, HIS DOG AND THE DOG GG . (OMe, 1a o xamce Gone FER ye! CAUENG FATHER THE TANGO \ eat = TE-U 14 GETTIN’ IT -TE-TUM-TUM), <tum! NOW rt TUMPY-Te- h WM- TUM~ TOODLE - 06 -pUm-DUM: tered 9 Western Texts hotel, poused, ond looked sroved, Them be quietly approached the desk end addressed the proprietor: “Any quail ebont this neighborhood '** “Quail! echoed the proprietor, with an indal- gent emile, “Thay have become so numerous| Held no guile. round bere thet they area nuisance, The cook | went: that she csa’t threw @ piece of toast | Phi 9) Of the Ligaen window but fowr or five fn $0 00 whieh ene wha got A" — ost I jo Crete ty York Broces heats 6 198 GLADYS CACKLE- BERRY and Miss Irene Cackleberry,” said Mrs. Jarr, introducing these young ladies to Mrs, Jenkins on the piassa of the latter's home in Instalmenta Park, East Malaria, N. J. ‘The prominent suburban clubwom- | yy, an and society leader, os the news. papers say, said she could not express how glad she was to have Mrs, Jarr and her two charming young friends coming to see her at her little place | {t" in _the country. ‘The Miss Cackleberrys, whose mot- to was “There's No Place Like Home and That's Why We're Never There! expressed their tification and re- marked how ‘elightful the country was at this time of year and how Tr'wiuter, ‘it was’ the green scum winter, was frozen solid on the marshes—called “Forest Crag Avenue,” of course— but a compliment is @ compliment and, besides, you never know whom Fos sy oon nal site to, bo Mie Jenkins smiled as ut freee in midwinter were al ue to the delightful climate of East Malaria. As for Mrs. Jarr, she was so happy to have the Cac! ing Mrs. Jenkins 11 ashe, in a burst of feminine enthusl- asm, kissed Mra. Jenkins in. Gen- erallyewomen fill in with a kiss when they can't think of snrtning, epiteful to say for a minute, but Mrs. Jarr Bhe was really glad to huve her fair young charges some miles nearer their e in Iphia. “How sweet of you all to come!” a bre, Jeakine Sa rt if GET Down AND Gos in STEPPIN' LIGHT. | AS A FEATHER. a said time just waiting on ourselves! bg you will be glad that I don’t make company e zeal You'll all be the Mra, Jarr felt a little nervous. Look out @ most unhappy time when pect 2 to “make you one of the “What . pretty house over the way!" cried Miss Irene Cackleberry. “I do love those Dery | with those Gear bull's-eve panes of glass!" wrmnte® the Peoply “house, Mrs. Peeply and her two unmarried sis- ters, her es as YO you suppose, “They must very inquisitive,” ked Mrs. Jarr, ” inquired SURPRISE THE POLK, Le Ae en AY SANE. PaT Him ENovVEH! PABPDAABIBAAAADIBASABAABAABAISAA AAS S Suburban Methods Are Strange and New to Mrs. Jenkins’s Guests. the Miss Cackleberrys parlor ornaments them at the house As on the Malaria Evening whispered aside as she p! a cautionary hand over the telephone receiver. “Yes, why, how did you kno’ through the telephon: Miss Dinglebender, ybu know we live ! You know I don’t go in eg at all! Kast a ‘eociety’ oddly emphasized ‘society.’ for " She “Al our in the city—Mrs, Belmont Bots- t and Ineg Milholland—she's Mi “( ® Will you glve ! bad news ie like My heart lo youre. yeu @l “Why de you say AALAAAAAAAAAAADLPAAAAALARSALAAAAABDA look Sor seater!” jarr, and Mra. Jenkins each picked up the/it’s Mrs. Jarr, yes, the personal friend useful suburban and stared through the way. had been “making over" some dresses luring such Gen they weren't op- gevain now, you know—and such a dear——Who? Oh, if you must know, of the Presidentess of Costa Rica—no, I don't know how to spell it. Yes, she's the Hariem society leader, and the Mise Cacklebirde—Cackleberry, did you say, Mra. Jarr? Yos, thank you, I thought it was Cacklebird— C-a-0-k-6-l—no, 1-0, b-e-r-r-y, Cackle- berry of W! Philadel- ill be very quiet. We will our city friends—you inkins and I have only v' en years in East Malaria and ono has to be BO careful! Oh, no! I'm SURB they would rather not be mentioned! Please get their names right—Mise Irene and Miss Gladys Connery: tie rich hetresses — to week-end, of course! Thi H soy ank you; “How in goodness’ name did - clety editress of your Prete know we were here?” asked Mrs. Jarr. and finds out who has company by their Sunday meat orders,” Mra. Jenkins, intelli acsicaniie: © A Different Matter. “ HY, do you objet to vaccination!” asked the busy Magistrate sharply of the applicant for an exemption certificate. ‘Qi'e a matter of conscience, ir,” was the “Very Bet); At racctaation fa not aptines sour brother's conscience, why ehould tt be ogainet youre!’ “Well, 700 see, ait, tt doesn’t exactly follow, Bul, a0 you're talking =, ‘bea gut melther Children wer manchaia.’ s “Oh, she goes around to the butcher | ha) “Bay, bose, there’s a man outside with the rheumatiem.” “Well, tell him | don’t want any!” A Welcome Change. EFORE you take this house,” aid the honest real estate ‘What's that?’ asked Hemmand- right next to # boiler shop.” ‘As he took out his wallet to make Pod first payment Hemmandhaw re- “Oh, that's all right. The family next to where we now live has a parrot phonograph and a pair of twin: judi _— 'T was in St. Paul's Cathedral that @ guide held forth thus to an “Yes?” “It ig, air, the tomb of Lord ry This marble scarccophiggua ighe tient receptacle: welching twelve (ons a on pb ry 1 that te 9 leaden canker, : ly sealed, weighing two tons, Hisalde, thet is a me-ogany oe folding the ashes of the great, ¥ a. nh Ps popes one THE HIT OF THE SEASON SATEEN MADRAS: SOR 380 EARL