The evening world. Newspaper, February 2, 1914, Page 16

OBLITERATeS THe LUXURIANT DENSITY, OF ‘THe Treassesd AND You COME INTO THE ( amt ROOM _AND SIT DOWN AT Bes TABLE + AS SOON S YOU SIT DOWN , THE BUTLER RUSHES IN AND THROWS YOU OUT THE Window. Keep THAT SMU ON YOUR Face ! HoLp STULL “MIRTY . Wa'ee SCARE ue Li OuT oF THAT DOG: 4 ‘LUXURIANT DENSITY Do YA? ene! He's knocking wow! WHEN I OPEN THE BOOR You JUMP our, see! Ck ek al keh al skuhal ohekel ol ok al shal akel ak ak ak ak ak ak ak alakal akakukal East Malaria Fires Are Only Another Excuse for Tangoing FAAS HLALALLLLAASIAAAASASSSALAAIASD A “Let's go seo the fire!" suggested kins, “It is evident that Mr, and Mr. Jarr got in on the he city and went to the closed, in the East Malaria Evening Intelligence, Mra, Jenkins found the fire alarm number which is daily printed in the local suburban newspa- | fire. jenkini ays comes home pers under the head of ‘Items of Im- | on the 5.41 and BR goes to town portance;” before the, 8.18, our soctal Dosition pedipayr vs 4 is unquestioned. Why, we go with ‘If it’s forty-seven, it's at ae families the heads of which never go ner of Forest Crag avenue and Mc- | tq the city before the 9.27, and who Ginty street — MeGinty rect lt | ALWAYS come home on the 5. aed ee eect nuy:| Mrs, Jenkins said this with an air water so long, as the people who can oak spowred ane never ganociated oy | wi people who went in on any o! peer seer Boe pete aay!” Mie, Jen Seas Creleek in the Morning traice, “That's right near here, isn’ +} “I'm so hungry! We didn’t Mave | Jarr diamaily. a] if y Aan't TT ay Juncheon when we left towa,"|" «<1 inly, not!” replied Mrs. Jen- whimpered Irene Cackleberry, 1, | kins, “All the local fire apparatus of ‘Well, we can go to the fire—it’s| Hast Malaria have lockers on them, Hear Main street or the whistle | ao if there is a fire at the time a train wouldn't blow so much-—and we can | is coming in the firemen who are com- mutera may put their groceries and other purchases in the lockers and C4 ith thing to eat,” remarked Mrs. Jarr, adding her plaint to that of the Miss Cackleberrys. “I'm sorry, my dears, but there isn't a thing in the house,” said Mra, Jenkins, “Mr. Jenkins was to bring something for supper from the city, Would you rather walk up to Main street and get some delicatessen or go to the fire and get the steak and coffee and butter I asked Mr, Jenkins to bring from town?" “Won't it be lost at the fire?—the things to eat, I mean,” asked Mra, asked Mra. Jarr. “Just two blocks down—but there's there,” Mrs. Jenkins ex- taitora. “Ob, I wish it were this house!" whispered Misa Gladys Cackleberry to her sister. Then we could run up- stairs and be penned in by the flames and be ued by some dashing ne’ . Jenkins is a Fire Commissioner the wut fires, t Go, hope i i jo ho} oe goods store and he will think to wear rubber coat home, I got two rry ' beautiful kimonos the last dry goods q jane fe ore fire. band Hp yeaa didn't care, cried Mise Satay Ceceienersy Jookt a he w a ‘bole urn ‘suoet bint" Wall Eis measly Goad ‘tor coluen: yan whistle la baring.” ee ~ St to the fire without delay, Mr. Pee across the way got a ride home wit! his bundles last summer when the Peeplys had a alight fire in thei kitchen.” “Well, anything for a qu! and now he has gone to the fire. |! “That's sensible,” exclaimed their hostess, Mrs. Jenkins. “What you like about our fires in East Ma- fg that they are so informal, No putting on aire—just wear anything. At Lonesomehurst, further up the line, they put on SUCH style for |. fires it's sickening. As so many of the Lonesomehurst firemen are insur- ance clerks in the city they are called ‘The millionaire volunteer firemen’ in the city papers. And they alway: go to a night fre tn evening dress dinner jackets ‘at the least, “We were going up to the new mov- ing picture theatre to-night anyway. t's a keautiful little theatre, and so ractical. It’s called ‘The Elysium mm a’ and it so built it if it Tails as @ moving: picture theatre it can be turned into a garage. end- {a's stubborn fre the town band will a turn out and we'll have a conflagra- tion the dansant.” And, following their hostess's lead, the ladies all set ae ier the fire, for the society. people would be there and 1e BOC! 9 re al there Wouid We tanavine afterwards, of course. NOT, LOVE-SICK, A newly-wed pair, all " sof 4 Fun for the Home and the Ride Home 7 WELL, THAT THERE Ea SUMS Lire Pops Mustacte HURRY UP Axel? SIT Bown SoHE BUTLER CAN we By AY witt BE BACK IN VON FEW HOURS = By L. W. {The Day’s Good Stories | Obeyed Instructions. 1D teacher of a large school sent one of her acholare to buy &@ pound of plums from a fruit vender outside, relates the Buffalo Enquirer, and as she handed the lit- tle girl 10 cents said: o "Be sure, Mary, before buying the plums to pinch one or two, just to sce that they are ripe.” In a little while the girl returned with flushed face and a triumphant look in her eyes. H. i the money on the desk exclaimed: “I pinched one or two, as you told me, and when the man wasn't looking T pinched a bagful.” ————— A Cinch ILLIAM J. STEVENS, for years local station agent at Bwansea, R. I., was peace- fully promenading his platform one morning when a rash dog ventured to snap at one of William's legs. Stevens promptly kicked the animal half way across the tracks, as a language more forcible than cour- 1 blankety blank fool, us, “Why,” said Stevens, when the he used for breath, “your dog’s Mad! You double dyed, in't “Oh, ain't he EARL & WILSON MAKERE OP “TROY'S BEST PRODUCT fell. town happened to helped the the rem: Aw! WHAT'S THE USE?. A Mystery to Him. HE late John Allen of Farming- ton, Me. was noted for his ready wit and cutting garcaam, One day while walking down the et he slipped on some ice and The Methodist Winter, of the Id man to his feet with “Sinners stand on elip- ry ground, don’t they, John?’ “Yes,” retorted Mr. Allen, “but I don't see how they do it."—Harpen's lagazine. CLOTH A STRIPED SATEEN MADRAS, AND 18 THE BEST COLLAR MADE AT 3 FOR 28 CTs,