The evening world. Newspaper, February 14, 1914, Page 10

A Page of Comics, Sketches and Stories oH Be TH TILLY MY GooDNeTd NA AM ONLY GETTIN’ “ACTING FOR ONE FILM COMPANY BANE ENOUGH.” SAYS AXEL! - ANd HurRy! ‘ =4 we'RE GETTIN GWAN Now Axec! THis stunt 4 WILL MAKE You So FAMOUS “THAT Au THE FILM COMPANIES WILL BE AFTER You' THINK OF THE NAMEevYou'LL MAKE | ALL You Need (S A LITTLE ‘Aw Gee Flcony! COURAGE I! AY BANE GET | MACHINE _ AND SEND RECORD W GLADYS By A Box - STALL FoR BLooDED SYoCK Pp] py TT ogni pa idea of her buying the big bully & velvet hati" “They are eight dollars, the good ones, and as it was mawr’s money I know be wouldn't wear the cotton plush two dollar imitations. Hight dollars Sr 8 velvet as war the table with bands un- ti) the dozen precdets on her slim wrist sangre. “Ain't it dreadful, the way bbe own daughters abuse you!” sniffed Mrs. Blodger, turning to Mrs. Ja! “We ain't abusing you, ma’ we're abusing him, and you know cried Mise Irene Cackleberry. “The Ort 1S, Vode tomaea Rens BA, TOW you must be nice to your papa when we meet him,” sald Mrs. Blodger. “Your vepe {a very sensitive.” “He's no papa of mine!” snapped Ei! +} if 4 1 GOT PAR AH-HA-A-A! Now Jkt GET 4 THAr ! CHA! PLL SLIP OF TY ONE OF RECORDS AN’ DEY'LLL NEVER KNOW DE DIFF! OESE Fun for the Home and the Ride Home ‘7 iow York Even ng World.) THIS RECORD OVER - AND YOU WILL UNDERSTAND Me FEELING TowARD io — L REKY nec Coprright, 1914, by the Prem Publishing Co, (The New York Evening World.) (TS ALL RIGHT DONT worry! {1 FouND Him!!! GEE Wii, I'M GLAD 1M FREE- NO WEDDING BELLS FoR ME — HERE WE ARE MAR, DOG -CATCHER! Coma Gar us HE CANT CRAWL. THROUGH Here ! Weeeseonssossooes seccoesecoeeeeeee ceseseeee eee ees | sake I'l! try to treat him as There’s Domestic Discord in the Blodger-Cackleberry Family Se itiititicrerty was an imported sixteen dollar one. “You wicked, wicked ¢' Mre, Blodger to her eldest “And here I come over from delphia to get you your fancy.” Leat the mi reader be misled by let It be said that or re 11 round hata at a. ry sobbed Mrs. Blodger, chiffon taffeta suit!” “Huh!" sniffed the waspish Irene, “I wouldn't have worn the thing; I draped skirt. I want - |} husband," remarked Mrs. Jarr. you because your second married you instead of her, “There im't going to be any second Bhe might have explained this was because of the robust indications of longevity r. Jarr’s appearance betokened, jhusband yj she might have intimated th would mourn her departed ma the faithful cooing dove doth, there was no time for eit both the Misa Cackleberry; by declaring in one breat wouldn't have ma: will be a warn. 1 mother, Mrs. Jarr shook her head to signity it would be, when Miss Irene Cackle- it of | married and give mind eet on a tiered gown of an octave, at least. “I'm eure your rill thing you ask, girls,” interposed M.: Jarr, soothingly. “I know she will, will only be nice to her, If she 1" said the heckled | he were human, I'll even forgive hat if mawr will buy us eome- stepfather now; I was to meet Yim here,” said Mrs, Blod "Now be nice.” oN! vel’ thi “Here comes i shouted the dear “Look at him! You bought fur coat, tool” ——>—_ Planting Seeds. R. and Mrs, Jones were very M proud and fond of thetr chick- ens, Great, therefore, was ternation when, on coming town the other morning for their breakfast eggs, they noticed that a favorite hen was missing, relates An- Tt must have been stolen,” said Tt ~! Jones, Just then he observed Brown of next door digging in his garden, Brown, who was a man of few words, ‘was usually in bed at this so Jones put his head over the wall, “Good morning! What are you | working at so early in the day? he THEN—HE TURNED AROUND! Copyright, 1914, by The From Puttiching Co, (Tho Now York Evening World), SAY.MAME. WHAT DO YoU SEE IN THAT BIG BOOB YOU'RE KEEPIN' COMPANY WITH? HE MIGHT BE A GOOD GUY IN A WAY, BUT HE AINT FIT TO PAL Wild A SWELL DoLL LIKE YOU- Now PD APPRECIATE His CHANCE — AND —— MR. LARRY LOVELORN — DON'T You EVER SPEAK TO ME AGAIN Not a Sticker. 66 ¥ tell me you've lost your bired man?” “Yep; best farm hand I ever had.” “Sho! What wuz th’ matter?” “Nothin’, know, and these here Germans hev what they call the wanderlust. | Its somethin’ thet keeps ‘em movin’ from one place to t’other, an‘ don’t let ‘em stay long anywhere,” John's a German, you { “That's queer, ain't it? How tong had John been with you?” “Only eleven yoars."—Pittsburgh 7 INDIGESTION, GAS OR BAD STOMACH BRADFORD'S wuRt2h, PILLS ve of ver ‘ch ‘ Ben of 60 Fills, 25e.) 5 ter 8.00" * Laer ag > } ik