The evening world. Newspaper, March 9, 1914, Page 16

‘ A Page of Comics, Sketches and Stories \ — : . GIVE ME THE CAMERA AND ILL SHow You Some Y FUN Copyright, 1914, by The Prose Publishing Co, (The New York Evening World.) AXEL -THIS (S MISTER WEBER , THE FAMOUS OPERATOR » HE'S GOING TO “TAKE “THIS Calis WITH HIS QI6 #500 CAMERA. LETS idan lateral eee nk AY BANE GLAD, hot To MEET You! Now we'RE ALL READY] THIS ISA BIG FIGHT ON DECK Axel. FLOOEY COMES AT You WITH A KNIFE AND You SWING AT HIM weTe THAT GUN- SWAG =: BUT DON'T HIT NOW SWING. " OVER His HEAD! Go! NOT’S TH MATTER AY DIDN'T HIT You! Md, CHEEG HIM OR YOULL Do Some GOTTA SCHEME FoR vrata tom, ie JARR GETS SOMEREAL FROM PHILADELPHIA MRS. \ News 66 & LETTER from Mrs. Biodg- j i ‘ z right hand as he holds Of the paper jn his it aloud to the audi- i i i 3 i i Gidn't tear the envelope letter open, No, holding paper clutched under her @o Mr. Jarr wouldn't be to read it at the table through with it, Mrs. Jarr pin in under the flap of vegget pill jn and ter i f) Tynnefoyle has pro the letter, spanks it| | as she pursued the thrilling intelli- sence that prompted these remarks all 4round the edges and down into the postecript. “I think there's a letter thero for me, honey,’ pleaded Mr. Jarr, wist- fully gasing at the unread letters Ianed to the table by elbow. “Now DO be patient!” said Mrs. Jarr without looking at and still pursuing the orthography, crossed, recrossed, ‘terlined 208 the added starters of in- formation underscored and written upside down at both bottom and top, as all letters from one woman to an- other are indited. “But I think there's a letter for me," rej Mr. Jari read, “and it minute I'll the others, But the: are only bills, for the envelopes ‘alt have those little waxed paper win- dows in them through which you can see your own name typewritten. I think they're real cute, only I do hate to get bills, still, ‘bey area great help—the little paper windowa—for then you never need to open them. And to think THAT was going oF I the time, right under wy posal, “What you mean, going on all the time, right under your nose?” asked Mr. Jarr. Mrs. Jarr, still holding the morning paper under her arm on the right ,| Side and having the less interesting of the morning's mall pinned down to the breakfast table by Rer left elbow, waved Mrs, Blodger's letter with the hand pivoted by the pressing el- id the hairpin by the right last gesture being cireum- the fact that she wi morning paper under the ver scribed bj holding the t arm guess the n 2 said with beaming face. t posed to Irene Cackleberry, and Gi, ve err: ie having fitat” paahersy: 4 h, poor girl—Gladys, I mean—is in a sanitarium? Mr, Jar re- Payee ¥ her husband | to DAMAGE $ ALL RIGHT the eldest and Irene is be- fore she is, and yet it was Irene that despised Herbert Tynnefoyle' “What did she aay that for?” asked ir, Jarr. ht he was smit- ten with Gladys,” feplied Mrs. Jarr. “Wasn't it a romance that Herbert at our tango tea? Bo mother wants me to chaperon “Chaperon her?" echoed Mr. Jarr. “Why, yes, Herbert yanetayio— it wilt r to stay in New York tin the marriage, to keep her fiance from meeting ere other girl! So I'm ry —_—_—— WAVE YOU SEEN ‘EM? ‘There wae a young mi ju Claire Whe bought a new wig ef blue hair, “Fer,” che eald, with a emile, “1 must keep right in style, Ne matter what color they wear!” YOU GOTTA DO IT! Copyright, 1014, 0) ‘he Iress Hublishing Co, (The New | A New Color for Coffee. i} RANK P. MORSE, who claims he ’ , has visited every American town _ that is'big enough to have a the- atre in it, arrived one afternoon in a well grown village whose one street ingly and smoothly until the old wom- an who waited on the table crept stealthily behind.Morse and asked in languld, lonely voice: ‘ “Will you have black coffee or white coffee?” Morse flinched. “Whet's that?” he asked. He heard of blue pearls, brown roses, green carnations and other vio- lent color achemes, but here was a new one. He was seized by the thirst for discovery. “White, if you please,” he said ur- banely. ‘The old woman brought it in. White coffee, it di ped, was coffee wi cream in it.—The Popular Magazine, « Evening Werld), th | Party leat nig! ‘| Van Der PA WANTS NO SON-IN-LAW: WHO WON'T WORK. GUESS I ain't got to worry much about that Percival feller. Ma and Clarice was kind of subdued at dinner to-night. I didn’t get time to get me that swaller-tail outfit, so 1 couldn't cheer ‘em up no! I didn't Gnd out what the trouble was yptil Clarice got through and stairs, Then ya to Ma: “Somethin'’s happened that don't eet well on your mind, What's been goin’ on?” Z Ma didn't answer me none too readily, but tried to put me off. “Was it so! in’ about your opera 7” I eaked, sort of my icionin’ the: been some hitch she a of short. “Mr. Leon's that you are Dobbins, the soap mi and is making it very hard for Pe: marry into a family that is 1 wanted to shout “Grea Position, and that whi our wealth isn’t inherited—for the sake of appearances—that doesn't stand in the way of his caring for Clarice.” “Oh, it don't, hey?” I ning to feel like so e dropped a burr down my neck, debts must be pretty pressin’, then. He must want money pretty bad not to care how it was made for him. a shame to see a ahiftiess young toopin’ so low.that he has to marry dollars that was earned. I suppose T ought to feel honored be- eat spite of her Pa, Is that ¢! ry says Ma, lookin’ to see if in, “you are im- went up-| fro: |school, and you ought to have a grain of common-sense left. I ain't never been ashamed of bein’ a workin’ man, I'd a been ashamed ai days you'd a been ashi I'd a got along by spongin’ off'n some one els hard earned dollars. Its Clarice that ought to be a: 4 beau that ain't nothin’ bul loafer, with highfalutin noti nothin’ to back ‘em up. If there's any stoopin’ bein’ done, she's doin’ it, not him, Are you going to stand for seein’ your daughter slapped in the face just for the sake of weanin’ her m Dobbins’ ” @ goin’ to understand. But ‘a where I buck out of harness. Percival don't get Clarice until he fi And he ain't won't never be like hii no young upstart goin’ to spend my ney with apologies. If hi rants lice of it he's got to earn it, Ma set her face and left mi ain't worryin’ none. 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