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

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He's Luciey (NOTICE HIMl- 1 JUST USE MIM FOR A GOO ~YOU KNOW HE SPENDS His MONEY LIKE A n'SMLOR YES' WE (3 EASY, that Gohary time. a guess toveelt soap to on in if ite eoa eaSeen “And eae Fawther,” saye Cla- | far, and confi u'd be certain commit omg BEEN fris out of my ows home what I bought and paid for, just like I didn’t belong there no more ‘a a tramp cat. I'm beginnin’ to wish 1'4 never met that advertistn’ | fi feller. It's easy enough gettin’ used ice, “ain't you formate’ Charlie Hig- gins?” ae Clarice'’s beau Up-State, and ‘my shippin’ clerk at! the soap waks. "takely feller, Char- bch lots of push in him.” Zz ar iates whe ind Mre. LY key Floss, fogted ailently. be Dut race ne clothing ‘savastereck ae But 1 Tm not Eton suit,” Ce Jerr “They are too di reg ee <a » WILLIE JARR WANTS LONG TROUSERS. [66] OOK, Maw. I gotten! see my u the! always. gi to wae “He bas no place in table, id nder what We must make'a sults /pet" means? I’ cen% doa tt’ mew long pants!” cried Mas- ter Jarr proudly, as he strut- ‘tea from the trying-on room in the ‘Boys’ clothing department of the big fas {f to tn its aalty iy bis bea t Visions of Master Jarr in the trousers, an Eton coat, a ftarched laydown collar on Me gs ders and a@ little high ae parnrwcd os 3 ae Ni telling ace Bton tute vane added, feebly. “They are only $28. murmured Mr. Floss, the tempter, after looking at the price tag. “Mrs. Bishby Ful- lerdhope's—the Fullerdbopes of Wash- ington Sqtare, who were involved in the fashionable acand: “But fan't ‘an 38 dear for a sult a little a hg asked Mrs, Jarr, thiol “Dear for an Eton suit imported from the shops of Tardoctor & Biew- le?" asked Mr. Flons in su irs, Jarr would have ee sult sent home right then, for to have the floorwalker know WHO you are in _thia big town pty shows ‘T you are, Had M Clara Mudridge-Binith fb been with her Mrs. Jarr would have taken the im- nm suit then and there, Floss went on as he rine. the time/ dour street—one ders for on me Tardoctor & Blewbugle ited snd ask you to withdraw tryver or | ¢ “Henry Tardoctor was the natural son of Sir Arthur Riesiaheeres, nty years Breeches Maker Floss explained, + | Was pleased to say to him, excuse the ove vehemence, Mra. Jat mi of riding breeches if one were to fit _concertinas into them! Blow me, if they would!’ Higginhagger fainted for joy, and lent the King ten thousand, pounds to bet on his horse at Derby—pronounced ‘Darby,’ you know.” eg were Madter Wille Jarr, “why, | tem “T ain't gonna wear such a monkey it!” he cried. “Why, the fellers in ed would chase me off the “You will wear what your mother thinks is fit and proper!” eaid Mrs. ,| Jarr severely. “Ah, I often regret we haven't the rigid rule of caste in our social ays- here,” sald Mr, Ferdinand Floss, coring his Le ene Baa his ails should cost me my life—yes, eve: ition here, I would ‘insist. "chat mocracy is Vulgarity!’ I pray each night with thankfulness that I 41 gent every year as a buyer to London, and can breathe ners. cn leaas an to havin’, money, but it’s durned hard gettin’ used to the things that come with it, It a come about through Clarice and ber ma meetin’ that Van Der ‘Dan'l,” says Ma, “you'll have Fed Ps your dinner at the hotel to- ai iE Wat's the © matter,” T eays, “bas ways, it ain't that. ate van ' here to “What of it?’ I says, spoil my eatin pene mt 1 1 Fuses there'll be enough to Have corned beef and” Bry that'll feed an army. We used to have it when the Methodist minister wrinkled up her nose. “Fawther ie quite impossible,” 2) says, “Can't you make him und stand, Mother, that Mr. Van Der Loon must be inpressed?” “Kven then 1 didn't begin to see corneas. I'd alwaye been used to coni one of the family and didn’t know they waa gettin’ ready to work the freese-out on me. wallered, seein'I was up against Ma ‘rain, but atill I didn't see what they y at in oi " Fa ” gaye Clarice, mind you that your table manners are simply atroshus.’ “I'm learnin’ to eat with @ fork, were courting her Ry Ir” I says. " rane t don’t tuck what we mean. in under my chin no more. sought to divert him from the ana iB pean up the soup if the | fravneant compliments he was pay- noise frets yor ing her, “But you Y won't dress for dinner,” Look, dear,” she said. “There's a says Ma. renner pretty girl alti ‘hat, put on a swaller-tail oat the aisle from 1m us, two rows ke anda Bolted shirt?” Isaye. “You bet want you to eh ner.” I won't, They've been at me over =“, Garling,” whispered Hag- _2 FOR 25 CTS, ARE TROY’S BEST PRODUCT A new Spring style embodying all the leading features found in Red-Man Collars, Finish, Style, Fit and Service, =