The evening world. Newspaper, January 28, 1914, Page 18

A’ Page of Comics, Sketches and Stories MATTER, POP!” we I wied I wuz 4 GONNA Se ibcrecrwe: Me FLL iY MAKE. WSLagss - ey ANY TH Yo Shoe rt Youle game don't do it if I nud, eek friend Jenkins pped aboard | “I'll nudge you if cause those JOHNNY MILLION TRUCKS DONT Look AROUND 9 Axet t Keep Your Congra' penal Isn n't let that guy In; he’s from East Mr. falaria, All those East Malaria Jenkins and Jarr were let bid whist game, lJearned Mr. Jarr lore, he promptl: “individual’ he rom the depot uburban trolley line rule—just as ain was coniing in the depot. e got a little time till the next trolley down our way, Want to real esta’ some te office and look ts?” said Jenkins. “There's big bargains in the Marshmere unless you want waterfront forest because it was in swamp. . Sarr sald if he Wot CHA STOPPING FoR? FAAAAAAIAASABBASAAAAAAAAABAAR AALS Mr. Jarr Learns the Social Status of East Malarians. FAASALAAAANAAIALBASILAABABAAAA ISAS T, the city man, was the lamb. And, after Mr. Jarr bought anoth- Evening Intelligence, which é@r drink, they stepped around to see doesn't get the city printing of East | t new 1 truck, bought for a Malaria, is still saying buying that | tow! gerial truck, with its hundred foot |any skyscrapers were extension ladders, was graft,” spoke East Malaria fire mig! up the bartender, who treated Mr.|in them by “modern apparatus.” Jenkins as an equal because he lived | ———— im East Malaria. But it could be was ALAS! A youth, who was born in St. Croix, re- | Imagined bimself a “gay boiz,” of t for renown is| In @ neighboring town And @ cop put an end to his joiz, THEN—HE TURNED AROUND! Ceprright, 1014, by The Pres Publishing Co, (The New York Brening World), my service to this community ts badge!” : WIFE OF MINE — HA.HAL SHE'S A FRIGHT! january ge “¢ 28, 1914 and the Ride GEE , Look FLOOEY AY Founv A NickeL # ~AND SPOILE aw See FILM Fun for the Home. Home 300 FEET OF Consternation [The Day’s Good Storics| Thoughtful Man, ‘tems . hint to her La LUBLEIGH (at midnight) — My|by way of Soccraging him, En- wit ery ill and the doctor mnt, she thought, was all the must have no sudden haniel,” she whispered, coyly, “they're saying we're going to be married soon.” home| “Are they, though?” answered the “What a jolly sell it'll ‘m id to go usual time lest I give her! stolid swain. be for them when they find out we ain't!" _—_—_—_-—— Closely Related. BT'S go to the show,” said the fat plumber. “What is it to-night?” the thin carpenter inquired. * Goods.’ Ever see it?” “No,” the thin carpenter answered, “but I once saw ‘The Auctioneer,’ and the two are pretty closely related, I imagine.”—-Youngstown Telegram. ———— Dusty Dialogue. 66 AT is the meaning of that big ‘D' on the dustbin?” asked the new servant, ‘The haughty footman replied: ” dustbin denotes @ des) ing ‘there may | domestics of this detached domicile de- | . but there] gire that the deserving dustmen dur- | ing their daily diversions will deem it their delightful duty to dislodge de- | Iberately and deftly the dirt and dust | deposited in that disagreeable dust- | bin."—Tit- Bits. What They All Finally Say. IEUT. JOHN T. TOWERS of the United States Navy is the man who miraculously escaped death last summer when he fell sixteen hundred feet with an aeroplane into the waters of Chesapeake Bay. He is also the man who played tho of ardent young lover in the pictire sPepauees, lat the ment some ago which $20,000 worth SMILE played over the features of Congressman Stanley E. Bowdle of Ohio the other even- ing when the talk at a social switched to art. It reminded sald, of Smith and Jones. day Smith and Jones were look- a re ing at a picture and admiring ite won- derful realism. “It makes me think of an artist that I once heard of,” reflectively remarked Smith. “It ts said that he painted cob- webs on the ceiling eo truthfully that the servant girl wore herself into an attack of nervous prostration trying to sweep them down. “He did?” responded Jones, as his face broke into a amile. declared the other, with a ion, “You act as if you HE large number of paintings that unscrupulous dealers de- clare to be the work of the old eatirised by Robert continued, “no less ill extant."—Pitte- plot In the picture, the naval officer, comes upon the R ten long but blissful years | scene to bid a tragic farewell to his they had walked along the path of love; but as yet the lovesick youth had never mentioned about lovely sweetheart. His ae move slowly and with effort. | looks up at him in ness. easy to ae pied what tender words arming; Lig to’ those who saw the Shier etris ant: | bag 'et thie Suncture wast” os interest. tn'the| “Let's burry end "Zaghow, dene thoughts time tas there does altar-rails at the end urally begin to lose ‘DA nities Ns “And what happened when you + down en Smith's bulldeg?” “I leet my ecat.” ———_—_>_— Would Disperse Them. T would appear that it takes canny Scot to disperse a turbuld crowd without reading the act. An American in nd tells &@ street preacher in @ Scottish tof who called a passing policeman @ complained of being annoyed by, certain portion of his audience, ' ked the objectionable pt “Weel, ye see,” said the oft thoughtfully, “it would be deefic for me t them; but I'll tell hi if I were you.” eagerly asked the preach “Just gan th’ Magazine o! roun’ wi’ Fun,